The Survivor

by

Mardee Louise Prynne

 

Riva opened the door to the main building. It was so unlike the school she attended before the Nazis had come to her town. She had been a frail teenager. Her slender build, her blue eyes, her bookish ways made her the scapegoat for all the boys. They bullied her, refused to let her join in their games. You see, Riva was a boy before they came to destroy all she had known. The people she called her parents were older, aloof from the lonely, poorly cut out sissy boy. Rive was his name then.

The boys would never accept him. He didn’t care. He longed to be among the girls. He never really wanted to be a girl but he longed to be like them, to feel free to express emotions through tears and petulance. He wanted to feel the swish of petticoats against his legs. He wanted to know the caress of silk panties, the panties he furtively glimpsed on those rare occasions when the girls accepted him in their play.

Secondary school was better. A teacher at the school understood him. He felt good when he sat in her study and talked of the world of ideas that existed beyond the small town. He often sat at her feet and gazed up at her beautiful face.

She had to be aware that Rive would also gaze at the bare flesh above the tops of her stockings as she relaxed in her chair. Then one evening the teacher removed her shoes. Tentatively at first, Rive reached for her foot. He ran his finger tips over the arch. The teacher purred. "Mmmm, that’s so good. " He massaged her foot, lifted it into his lap. He brought it to his mouth, kissed it. His erection strained against his clothing.

"Oh dear," smiled the teacher. "We have a growing boy. Let’s see what we have." She pulled him to his knees, undid his trousers. She cupped his balls in her hand as his rigid cock broke free. "Such a big fellow!" Her foot was on his cock. He fell onto his back. Her silk covered foot rubbed rhythmically over his sensitive skin. A strange heat suffused him. An uncontrollable spasm rose in his balls. He moaned as his ejaculation spurted, geysered over his belly and loins. The teacher licked him clean.

"Rive, you’re a very special boy. You’ve been given a keen mind and a graceful beauty that are too good for this place.

"You see I come from Berlin. Part of my education was in Paris. There are many, many people there like you and like me. We are different here but not so different in other places."

"Why did you leave if it was better there?"

"Evil , wicked people are coming to power so I fled. Soon I will have enough contacts to go to France. I write regularly to people I have worked with. They will see things are in place for me. From there it will not be so difficult to get to England or even to America."

The next evening he returned to the teacher’s study. She talked to the poorly cut out but pretty boy in a breathy whisper. "Rive, I understand you better than you know. When you look at my stockings, try to see my panties it isn’t with the lust of other school boys. You look with a different longing. My brother was like you...He dressed as a woman, a beautiful woman. He performed in the cabarets of Berlin. Men and women vied for his affection. These admirers showered him with many valuable gifts. He did well until they began their rise to power. Make no mistake, they will take control and destroy much of what we know before they finally destroy themselves.

"I will not stay in a country that allows them to do this. I must leave.

"I will give what you long for before I go."

She led him to a room near her bedroom.. The bed was covered with lingerie. Rive undressed. The teacher held out white silk panties. He stepped into them. A corset was followed by a brassiere. Makeup brought out his essential prettiness. The teacher knelt in front of him as she rolled the white silk stockings over his legs.

He was awestruck by his own reflection in the mirror. He not simply a girl. The creature that looked back at him was an exceptionally beautiful, almost ethereal girl. The outline of his cock in the silk panties betrayed the illusion more and more as he became aroused by what he had become.

The teacher nuzzled his neck. Her tongue was in his ear. "Good evening Riva."

He leaned his face toward hers. Their tongues met as they turned to embrace. Riva was on her back with the teacher over her. Fraulein Heine kissed Riva’s soft inner thighs. Riva arched her back as the older woman eased the boy-girl’s panties down. Fraulein Heine kissed Riva’s pee slit. She stood and removed her clothing leaving only her black silk stockings.

Fraulein Heine leaned over Riva. Instinctively Riva flicked her tongue over Fraulein Heine’s pink nipples. She teased by pulling her tits away. "Fraulein Heine, please..."

"I’m Frieda to you when we’re together like this." She laughed as she smothered Riva’s face between her breasts. She straddled Riva’s face. Riva ran his tongue over Frieda’s outer lips. Haltingly the tongue probed Frieda’s slit. Deeper and longer strokes soon found the hard clit. The virginal trannie’s face was soon bathed in the woman’s fragrant juices as she came.

"And now I must return the courtesy," smiled Frieda as she grasped Riva’s cock in her hand. She gently ran her finger tips across the bottom of his balls as her mouth enveloped the cockhead. Riva squirmed at the unfamiliar sensation of Frieda’s tongue circling the rim of his cockhead. She licked the underside of his shaft from base to tip before once more engulfing the head. Her head moved up and down the shaft as she swallowed more and more of Riva’s cock. A soft moaning came form the trannie’s throat. Repeated yelps as she exploded wave after wave of cum into Frieda’s eager mouth!

Riva lay breathless as Frieda, resting on one elbow, smiled at him as she affectionately traced his fine, even delicate facial features with her finger tips.

"You must go home now. We will work together to realize your dreams."

"You were out very late last night...with that teacher. She’s no good! It’s dangerous to be with that woman. Stay away from her."

"Mother, I always obey you but Fraulein Heine is a well educated woman. She’s kind to me. What about her could possibly be dangerous?"

"Her name, you simpleton, should tell you that such people will not be tolerated in the new order!"

"Mother, Heine was a great German poet."

"He was a Jude. Such people aren’t acceptable in the new order!

"And you will stop calling me ‘Mother.’ You put us at risk. You are my husband’s nephew. You’re nothing to me.

"You’re a bastard! Your mother went to Berlin and had affairs. People like you will not be tolerated in the new order. You will do us a service to get out of our house!"

Rive choked back his tears. He slammed the door and ran to Fraulein Heine’s apartment. All control, all dignity was lost when Frieda opened the door. "Rive, Rive, what terrible thing has happened?" gasped the teacher as she hugged her special pupil to her breast.

She led Rive into the apartment. Her statuesque beauty comforted the slight boy.

The deep green velvet robe suited her naturally strawberry blond hair and green eyes. Frieda poured a cup of coffee for Rive. The teacher eased herself into the large chair. As she crossed her legs, the robe opened below her waist to reveal her full thighs with the smooth skin showing above the tops of her black opaque stockings. The lace edge of her teddy drew Rive’s eye to her hips.

Rive sat on the floor at her side, his legs curled under him. Frieda placed her feet flat on the floor, knee against knee. She made no move to close her robe. Her firm hand guided Rive’s head onto her lap. His face rested on the stocking top and on the warmth her bare thigh. Her long fingers drifted through his golden hair.

"Cry, my darling. Let it out. Frieda will care for you. Those people will burn in hell or worse for throwing out my darling child to protect their own selfish, worthless selves."

She put her hand under Rive’s chin and raised the sad and sobbing face to the level of her own composed, determined face. She closed her eyes as she brought her mouth to Rive’s. Rive had never known an open mouth kiss but instinct guided him. Frieda’s tongue found his. He quivered as her tongue explored every part of the youth’s mouth even to his soul.

"Wash your eyes. You will come to school with me. Later you’ll move in with me as my ward. We will tell the head master that you’re being prepared for English lessons."

The next afternoon a porter brought what few belongings Rive was allowed to take from his old home.

"Don’t concern yourself, my darling child. We are going to Berlin in a few days. There are things I must see to before we go to Paris. There are possessions to be gathered."

"But Frieda, I have no means of support. Surely, you cannot earn enough for us both."

"Don’t fret. You can provide for more than you need. I am going to teach you to give English lessons. Many, many men will gladly pay handsome fees to receive English instruction form a beautiful young girl."

Rive’s heart raced. "You’ll teach me to be a girl?"

"To be a girl and so much more."

Rive was dressed once more as a girl. The dress was suited for a girl verging on becoming a woman. Rive turned before the mirror. Unbelieving, he grinned at the girl who smiled back form the mirror. She was no more than twelve but appeared closer to ten! Skillfully applied subtle makeup made Rive even prettier than he ever was as a boy. From an inept, nondescript boy of eighteen, he had transformed to an adorably attractive girl of no more than twelve of fourteen. An electricity went through him as he felt his dick hardening against the white silk panties.

Frieda reached under his skirt as if to adjust his petticoats. "Oh dear, this will never do. My darling girl must not be so showy." Her words aroused him even further. For as long as he could remember, he dreamed of being a ‘darling girl.’ Rive yelped as Frieda pushed him onto his back. Her head was concealed by his full petticoats as she sucked him dry!

They rode by carriage to the next town; a larger, more civilized place according to Frieda . Dinner in a fine restaurant with a treat at the pastry shop afterwards. Rive was awed by the admiring stares that Frieda drew from the ladies as well as from the gentlemen. He felt his cheeks burn with a crimson blush as Frieda assured him that he was at least as much the target of the adoring glances as she was.

Rive squirmed uncomfortably as he readjusted the full skirt. A military officer had been unabashedly staring at his bare thighs hoping to catch a glimpse of his panties. She crossed her legs at the ankles calling attention to black ankle boots with the modest expanse of white stocking guiding an interested pair of eyes to the lacy hem of the petticoat coquettishly winking from beneath the edge of the skirt. Rive feared there would be the devil to pay if the officer were ever to learn that he was a boy. "Don’t be so sure of that, my naive little girl" smiled Frieda. A hint of a smile crossed Rive’s pretty face as she began to realize that some people had very unusual needs.

The officer’s older companion asked Frieda for a dance. "I would love to but I don’t want to leave my niece unattended."

"Quite all right, Fraulein. My companion has a special fondness for very young, unspoiled girls. He will be more than pleased to dance with her."

The young officer pressed Riva close to him as they danced in the shadows. Riva pressed her thigh again at the man’s groin as they swayed against each other! A vacant smile crossed his features as his body heaved slightly. Riva looked shocked as she stared blankly at the officer. She hurried back to the table as if she had no idea what had happened. The officer looked embarrassed as indeed he should have after having a mild orgasm from this innocent girl’s body against his.

Frieda broke from the older officer and rushed to her ‘niece’s’ assistance. "Oh Auntie, I’m so sacred. That man had some sort of fit on me!" Tears formed in the young girl’s eyes.

The older officer scowled angrily at his companion. "Dunderhead," he mumbled under his breath. "This isn’t Berlin or Hamburg. Restrain your ridiculous urges."

He turned to Frieda. "I apologize for my junior, Fraulein. He succumbed to the pure beauty of your innocent niece. I assure you he has no designs on corrupting such a lovely innocent. My junior is just leaving to return to our quarters.

"Perhaps some official service I can perform on your behalf can atone for this misunderstanding. It will be an honor to assist two such Aryan ladies in any way I can on behalf of the Reich."

"And why do you assume that we are Aryan ladies and not impostors from some inferior race?"

"Respected Fraulein, your eyes, your complexion, your naturally fair hair can belong only to a true lady of racial purity."

Riva bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing at the total success of the scenario they had so successfully played out.

"I am Helga Maurer and this is my niece Riva. We must do some traveling but our passports and all our other identity papers have been stolen. You know that many inferior people are stealing such documents to pass themselves off as Aryans."

"Say no more, Fraulein Helga. Call at my office tomorrow and we will provide full sets of identity papers for you and for your charming niece."

"But I’m afraid Riva will be too upset to see the lieutenant. Perhaps if I spoke to the local police they might intervene to protect girls like Riva form such unwanted, unnatural attention."

"Fraulein Helga, that will not be necessary! I’ll see to his transfer."

Riva rested her head against Helga’s shoulder as they returned home. Helga kissed Riva’s forehead. ‘Very good, my dear little girl." Rive kissed Helga on the lips. The soft, moist kiss lingered as tongue tips touched for an instant. Riva never, ever failed to be thrilled at being the ‘dear little girl.’ Riva dozed peacefully, contentedly in the knowledge that his dream was to be fulfilled in ways that the former boy could not yet conceive.

The next day they visited the SS office and were issued new identity papers. More significantly they now had new identities. "Darling Riva, we can never rest easy as long as these two dogs know that our papers are, in effect, forgeries. We must remove the record of these papers being issued and we must remove these two evil creatures."

"I will do anything necessary to protect you, Aunt Helga."

Frieda, who from now on would live as Helga, bent forward and kissed Riva. The kiss was tentative at first but became more and more intense as teeth pulled at lips. Helga slid her hand under Riva’s short little girl skirt, reached toward the lace edged tap panties. She squeezed her niece’s balls as the newly created girl whimpered submissively. "Later, darling," she breathed in the boy/girl’s ear. "First we must dispose of some trash."

The major arrived at Helga’s apartment at the appointed time. He all but panted in anticipation of the handsome woman giving herself over to him in gratitude. He was determined to rape her should she dare to deny him his pleasure. The niece could stay with him. She would be an amusing maidservant until she became ripe for plucking. The major gloated not realizing this was to be his final hour.

"I’m frightened, Auntie. These men are dangerous."
"Darling girl, when I was in France I learned a technique called "La Savatte." With it one boxes with feet as well as hands. The major will pay. Then we’ll dispose of the lieutenant who waits in the car."

Helga placed her hand on her hip in attitude of supreme defiance and of supreme confidence. She extended her leg forward causing her gown to fall open. She wore high heeled t-strap shoes in black patent leather. Dark gray stockings were gartered to a red corset with tiny roses embroidered on the garters.

The major pounded on the door. Riva curtsied as she admitted him. He sneered as if the girl were an object to be pitied. Riva smirked in defiance. She ran her hand over her tiny waist, touched her tongue to her lips. The major was disconcerted by the mocking, teasing attitude of this child who was apparently no older than eleven or perhaps twelve. Yet this beautiful child was in reality a slender youth with a fully operational cock.

"Good evening Fraulein Helga."

"I am in your debt, major. You were kind enough to provide us with proper identity papers..."

"My dear Fraulein Helga, your Aryan beauty was all the proof I needed. Still, a token of your gratitude is going to insure that you will travel freely."

Helga stood about three feet from the major. She pushed her robe open, slid it off her shoulders, down her arms. It would have been easy to believe Helga was the personification of a Teutonic goddess. The major reached for Helga’s full breasts that were so temptingly pushed over the lace cups of the corset.

Helga stepped slightly to the side unbuttoning the arrogant and doomed major’s uniform coat as she did so. The major smiled, exulting in the ease with which this woman was willing to accommodate him in gratitude for what he had done. His smugness turned to shock and then to panic as Helga whipped her closed fist across his face in a surprisingly swift and powerful arc. His nose spurted blood. Helga stepped back and brought her leg across the side of his head. The heel of her shoe concentrated all her power, all her rage into a tiny point that contacted the awed and panicked officer’s jaw. He reeled under the force of the blow.

His fists came up but before he could move a hail of punches to his midsection had him winded and bending forward. Helga bent her knee as she raised her leg before straightening it as she drove it in a devastating rising kick directly to the major’s jaw. His eyes glazed over in helplessness.

Helga caught his face with her finger nails. "Look at me! Beg to live. It was your kind that killed my brother. He harmed no one! Look at me. Look at the woman who is about to kill you. But first, beg!"

The major was on his knees partly in supplication and partly from the beating Helga had inflicted in a matter of a few seconds. His eyes were wide with terror. A dark spot spread out over the front of his trousers as he lost control of his bladder. "Please, please I..." He said no more as Helga twisted his head. He slumped to the floor, his neck broken at the hands of this beautiful, deadly woman.

"There is no time to waste. We must dispose of him and his lieutenant. Take that bottle of whisky."

With surprising ease Helga pulled the major’s corpse to its feet. She propped it against her side and made her way down the stairs.

"Quickly, fool lieutenant. The major drank too much too quickly! We’ll go for a ride through the country. Perhaps the night air will do him good. After all, I do want to show my gratitude. Perhaps my niece will amuse you while the major and I take care of obligations."

The lieutenant fell all over himself helping the dead major and Helga into the back seat of the Mercedes staff car. Helga whispered to Riva. "He is yours to do with as you will. We’re going to stage an accident."

The car stopped in a park a short distance form the apartment. "Oh Auntie, these stockings are scratchy. Please may I take them off?"

Riva made quite a show of removing the offending hosiery. She extended her legs in the air as she rolled the stocking down each leg. She glowered in anger at the lieutenant who was staring at her panty crotch. "Auntie," screeched Riva. "This awful person has no shame. He wears the uniform of an officer of the Reich but he stares at a well bred little girl as if she is a common streetwalker. I want to tell the major on him."

"And so you shall when the major awakes."

"Fraulein Helga, we are reasonable, rational adults. There is no need of such a course of action. I’m sure we can make it up to the young lady."

"Oh, of course. I’m certain the major will never know of your little indiscretion. Please take a drink to seal our little pact of forgiveness." Helga extended the whisky bottle. As the lieutenant reached out to take it, she poured the whisky over his uniform.

"What are you doing, you mad bitch?" The lieutenant snarled in anger at the woman who could so easily destroy him in seconds.

"He’s mine. You promised!" Riva sounded like a petulant ten year old as she stood behind the bewildered young man. She held her stocking in both hands as she brought over his head and drew it tight!. The lieutenant’s spine bowed backwards as Riva planted her knee in the small of his back. He sputtered as he brought his hand to the stocking that Riva pulled ever tighter. His face turned purple as the boy/girl strangled him. She did not release pressure on the stocking until the "brave warrior" lay in a heap at her feet. Riva smiled with satisfaction, realizing that the last thing this piece of trash believed was that he was being choked to death by a ten year old girl.

Riva watched in fascination as Helga broke the neck of the dead lieutenant.

Helga propped the gas pedal as she slipped the car into gear. It struck a tree and rolled onto its side. The investigation found that both the major had their necks broken on impact. The major died instantly but the lieutenant had somehow strangled himself.. The overpowering smell of whisky on the lieutenant clearly showed he had been drinking and was driving while drunk.

The two ladies who had fled from the car when it stopped momentarily confirmed the findings. It would not be good for the lieutenant’s family to learn he had attempted to rape a ten year old girl, an Aryan no less! Helga and her niece were given permission to return to Berlin as long as they kept silent about that night.

A few days later Riva leaned against Helga in their first class compartment on the train to Berlin.

"Helga, what did you mean when you said I would be able to give English lessons? My English is not so good that I can teach. And besides no one would want a little girl as a teacher."

"Silly darling. It is not the English language that I taught when I was in France and in Berlin. You see the English are said to have strange tastes. They crave strict discipline at the hands of beautiful women. Some enjoy it all the more if it comes from an innocent little girl. Still others would pay even more handsomely to know that the girl has something extra between her legs. It is unusual for such men to want sexual contact. The discipline is enough to produce great release, even greater satisfaction.

"But it is not only English gentlemen who have such needs. Many, many men in Berlin, both native and visitor will pay well. Paris, too, and that’s where I learned the fighting skills. You can be paid very well for performing in matches against men. I can see you are trained to be a formidable fighter and an even more formidable courtesan.

"But first we have business to settle in Berlin and then we will go to Paris. We will not rest safe until we’re finally in England."

Helga’s description of her other life aroused Riva who felt an electricity in her cock as, though only semi-hard, a pearl of precum formed on her pee slit. Helga’s hand rested on Riva’s knee. "My darling girl has become tense. This delicious girl’s disposition is so sensitive, so delicate, so innocent."

Helga’s lips brushed over Riva’s face and neck as her breath in the pseudo-child’s ear intensified the boy/girl’s arousal. Helga’s voice faded but her lips and breath continued as before. Her hand parted Riva’s smooth thighs, eased under the loose leg openings of her panties. Her finger tip scooped the precum. Helga smiled as she held her finger before her own face. "Mmmmm." She opened her mouth to allow her tongue to dart out and draw the fresh pearl into her mouth. "So, so delicious."

She ran her tongue around the tip of her finger, the closed her mouth over it, sucking gently at first but afterward with more intensity. Helga grasped Riva’s hand, kissed the palm before drawing the child’s finger into her mouth. "Helga, that was sensuous beyond endurance!"

"Darling girl, you’ll learn to drive men mad with that technique. They’ll beg for more intimacy but you will kick them aside; actually kick them aside and then thrash them for their daring to offend you with their pathetic attempts to use you. They’ll pay generously for you to be discreet and not mention the episode."

Riva rested her index finger against the corner of her mouth. She sat contemplatively. Her lips parted slightly as her tongue brushed against the nail, the underside of the joint, the knuckle. Soon her finger was in her mouth in mock fellatio.

"You’re a fast learner." Helga smiled as her niece lay her head on her lap. So lovely, so innocent, so young. Who would dream that this darling sweet girl was a boy readying for university but a few days ago?"

Riva dozed secure in the love and protection of Helga who stroked her hair as she drifted off.

Berlin’s reputation as the most open city ever found on earth was fading with the rise of the Nazis. To the provincial Riva, it still had an aura of naughtiness that was beyond anything she dreamed of.

Helga took her to an apartment building belonging to a well connected, well respected woman of a certain age. The building was home to many ladies who performed intimate services to both ladies and gentlemen. Helga explained that they would remain there for several days until Helga was certain she could gain safe access to her own apartment where she had hidden enough jewelry to finance a move to Paris.

Helga explained that she had been an instructor at the secondary and university levels. She had, at an early age, become a courtesan. "Riva, don’t stare like that. It was how I protected myself and how I afforded an education. My time in the demimonde was how I survived. The fruits of my early years will assure that you and I get out before they’re in total control and it’s too late. In the morning we will shop.

"You can no longer look like a provincial child. You must have proper underthings as befits a young lady being trained to survive against terrible odds. You will still travel as a child but a more worldly child.

"You will earn your keep here by being a maid, a waitress of sorts. You will take the coats of the gentlemen and serve them drinks while they choose a lady for the evening."

 

Riva was thrilled as she tried on dresses and shoes. She could barely keep her erection in check as she felt the silky tailored panties, the smooth silk stockings that were anchored to the garters of her corsets and girdles. Even brassieres were readily available for girls the age Riva was pretending to be.

A physician who lectured in endocrinology at the university was engaged to inject Riva with certain chemicals that would enhance the female attributes of her naturally androgynous body. "Be very careful, Herr Professor. My niece doesn’t want to lose the sexual functions that are her birthright. You do understand that her cock must function well even as her hips widen and her breasts swell.
"It will not do at all if you make either of us unhappy. Is that clear?"

"But of course, Fraulein Helga. Perhaps a sample of you wrath would assure that I adhere to your demands. It would be payment enough for what I am honored to provide for your elegant niece."

"Quite true Herr Professor Doctor. Yet think of an even greater payment. Fraulein Riva is fully capable of inflicting the most delicious humiliation, the most exquisite pain."

Riva sat on the edge of the couch as Helga continued to goad the professor. She not only described the outcomes of her wrath and, more provocatively, Riva’s undefined ability to inflict pain and humiliation. Helga never hinted at how Riva, to all appearances a slip of a girl on the edge of adolescence, could, even with her special attribute, accomplish this so readily.

Riva swung her legs back and forth as she fussed with her skirt and petticoats. She crossed her legs as she lifted her skirt and fanned her thighs with the hem. The professor practically climbed over his desk to get a better view of the bare, tender thighs. Riva quickly assumed a more modest pose as she smiled and ran her tongue over her teeth.

Helga asked the professor to describe the course of the injections and what results might be expected in what time frame. Riva rested her index finger at the corner of her perfect cupid bow lips as the conversation between Helga and the professor turned clinical. Abstractedly she touched her tongue to the tip of her finger. The professor lost his train of thought as Riva ran her tongue over her finger tip , took the finger into her mouth and sucked gently.

"Fraulein Helga, I cannot believe that this young beauty is what you say she is. No boy can be so beautiful. I realize we’re not supposed to do a full examination until our next appointment yet I must know she is what you say she is!"

"Contain yourself, Herr Professor! My niece is not ready for your prying eyes and groping hands."

Riva got to her feet as the professor approached her. She raised her skirt above her waist as if to facilitate his need to see she indeed had a cock. He stared transfixed at her lace hemmed panties. As he reached for her, Riva pistoned her knee into his balls!

He fell to his knees gasping for breath.

Riva stood before the professor as he fought his pain, trying to speak. She pulled her panty crotch aside and held her cock in her hand.

"Oh stop looking so upset. You know you’re going to explode as soon as you can touch yourself." Riva spoke the truth even as she mocked him.

"That kick and the sight of Riva’s cock should cover your fees. We will be here Friday at nine. You may, if you are very well behaved, see me nude."

Helga and Riva bid the nurse good day as they left.

Helga and Riva slept late the next morning. They sipped coffee in their room as they dressed. A stroll along a park-like thoroughfare called Unter Den Linden. A breakfast of rolls and coffee at an outdoor cafe.

Men and ladies noticed the strikingly beautiful, worldly Helga. Many nodded a greeting to her. They couldn’t fail to notice the innocent beauty combining naiveté and burgeoning sexuality in her niece who was no longer a girl but not quite an adolescent. And yet, despite her wholesome, fresh, unspoiled beauty and air of innocence this girl had an aura of seductiveness, of challenging sexuality that caused some men to blush at the feelings she aroused in them with her childlike smile. Her clothing, too, though appropriate to her age, was just a jot too well tailored, the bodice a wee bit too form fitting, her hose too sheer, and shoes too well fitting. The ladies saw her as a delightful child whom they wanted to protect lest she take their lovers from them. Yet at the same time so many proper ladies blushed at their own fantasies of taking this creature into their beds and giving her hands on, lips on instruction in the art of loving. These proper ladies would have lost all inhibition had they guessed what additional tools of pleasure this exotically desirable but ingenuous child seductress had between her flawless legs.

Friday morning was clear and crisp. Helga laid out Riva’s clothing for the day. They nibbled rolls and sipped coffee as Helga brushed Riva’s fine yellow hair until it shone. She then applied eye shadow and lipstick to the almost perfect face with its sharp nose and high cheekbones. Riva stood before the mirror with its three full panels designed to let one see every part and every contour while dressing or posing. Helga stood behind her niece as she kissed the boy/girl’s earlobe. Riva shuddered and pushed her white cotton robe from her shoulders as Helga locked her neck. The effect was beyond incredible! The slender, almost hairless body with its swanlike neck, the understated makeup on the fine boned, flawless face were superb. The soft wells of flesh and tiny pink nipples were what one would expect in the ten or twelve year old girl that Helga was teaching this young adult male to be. The soft, light brown down at the apex of the thighs should have concealed a pubescent cunt. On seeing the very adequate cock and tight balls, a sense of disbelief arose. She was, to many, the perfection of a young female; a girl with a cock!

"Dress for me." Riva complied with Helga’s matter of fact request. She stepped into the pink silk panty briefs. Helga handed her a matching pink camisole. Knee high white crocheted socks. Helga faced her ‘niece’ as their lips touched, lingered together for a few seconds. They both sighed longingly as they stepped back from each other.

Riva stepped into a three tiered petticoat. White, pink, and blue layers attached to a single waist band. Delighted with the effect, Riva twirled causing the pettis to rise in concentric circles around her.

"Riva, darling, you are driving me mad with desire. First we must deal with the professor." As she spoke she tucked a small folding Zeiss camera into her purse. "We have a new high speed film that needs no flash attachment. It will insure the professor will be under our heel!"

Riva donned a full skirted pink dress and white shoes with a moderate heel. A straw hat, wrist length gloves to match her purse, and a shawl were her only outer wear.

 

The professor was waiting for them. His receptionist/secretary and his nurse were conspicuously absent. Helga and Riva were ushered into the professor’s consulting room.

Riva stood was in a poised, self-confident stance as Helga helped her off with her shawl. She sneered loathingly at the professor as she unpinned her hat, raised it from her head and defiantly, unflinchingly placed in the middle of the professor’s desk. The poor man opened his mouth but fear prevented him from speaking as the powerfully assertive girl projected an air of superiority as she curled the corner of her perfectly form, perfectly made up mouth into a derisive smile.

"Do let us get this farce over and done with, Aunt Helga. That awful man knows precisely what we want. He claims he needs to examine me. It will make no difference. I will allow him to look at my body...He will be allowed a glimpse of the perfection he will never experience."

Riva lay nude but her for her panties. She stretched her thin legs causing the outline of her cock to be even more prominent in its pink silk panties. The professor stood over her as she raised her hips and eased her panties down her thighs. Helga sat in the corner with the camera open on her lap. She snapped the first picture as the professor stared in amazement and lust at the androgynous beauty that lay on his examining table.

Riva drew her knees to her chest. She pointed her foot at the ceiling. "You do like my feet, so small, such beautiful arches. Go ahead, respected professor. Kiss my foot. Suck on my toes." She placed her foot against the professor’s face. He kissed the arch. The professor slowly descended to his knees as Riva lowered her foot. His abject humiliation was superb as Helga continued to photograph his degradation at the hands of this apparent child.

Riva sat on the edge of the examining table as he serviced her feet. She bent forward, smiled as she sunk her nails into the professor’s ears as she yanked his head between her thighs. She released him as he stared fixedly at her erect cock. Riva jerked herself off with her cock only inches from the professor’s beet red face. A moment later she came over the poor man’s face.

He had never experienced such wonderful debasement, especially not from such a unique and beautiful being. Her indifference, her sneering superiority overwhelmed him all the more. For her this was no game, no paid performance. She truly despised him!

Riva put her hand to the professor’s forehead. A thrust of her surprisingly strong arm had him sprawled on his back. She knelt over the man who was now under her total control. She yanked his trousers and underpants down. She giggled at his cock. "Puny, so very puny!"

She stood over him as he looked pleadingly for some direction, some order from this angelic androgyne who had so quickly taken control. "Cum for me! Now! Do we tell the authorities of your outrageous conduct?" He grasped his cock and came in a few strokes.

"We will be back Monday for the first injections. And you will provide us with a generous supply of the serum," Helga smiled over her shoulder as they left the exhausted man on the floor of the examining room.

That evening Riva was to make her debut as waitress/maid in the parlor of the house. "Darling, you’ll do very well" said Helga as they strolled through the streets of Berlin. On Monday I will take you to a private gymnasium. They’ll teach you to hurt any man who goes further than you want them to. They will give you the strength to inflict hurt and pain beyond what nay poor male would expect from a female so slender, so weak looking. For now, your fresh young looks and your imperious airs will suffice.

"You will also start ballet and modern dance lessons. You, my darling girl, will be given the graces and skills to survive the terrible times that lie ahead for Europe.

"Make no mistake; this will be hard work. Your classical education will continue under my tutelage so when we settle in England or America you’ll be able to complete your formal education in any university we choose."

 

Riva dressed for her debut in the parlor of the house. Her hair was piled high on her head as her makeup was applied to give her the look of a young girl trying to appear older, sexier. A black corset nipped her waist to tinier proportions. Shiny black stockings the reached to mid-thigh were smoothed over legs by one of the ladies of the house whose specialty was After these very enhancing stockings were gartered to her corset, Riva slipped on a pair of black patent leather opera pumps with heels so high she was forced to take short, mincing steps. A snow white petti barely covered the tops of her hose. The black cire maid’s uniform was almost out of a French bedroom farce. She turned in front of the three paneled mirror as she fluffed the petticoats in such a way that any seated observer would have a brief but arousing glimpse of her white silk panties.

She smiled blandly as she took the coat of the first gentleman. "Are you available for English instruction?" he asked as he surveyed the young beauty.

"Not at any price nor for any service but that which I perform in the parlor!"

"They all say that at first." He extended his hand toward her breast.

"Oh, but I mean it." She pressed her knee against his crotch. His eyes widened in surprise.

"You see respected sir, I’m not a weak, silly girl. That appendage which you pay to strut about doesn’t give you any power over me. It makes you weak, vulnerable! Even a young girl such as I can bring you to your knees! For me it would not be playacting to abuse you but I might not be able to stop myself. It would be my pleasure to permanently damage you!"

She ran her tongue over her teeth as the gentleman fell panting onto the couch.

He handed her a folded banknote as she served him a glass of French champagne on a tray. She slid the note under the hem of her panties making sure to expose the bulge in front to the gaze of the thoroughly exhausted gentleman.. "Please don’t mention this episode to Madame or I’ll be barred from her establishment or worse."

When Riva inspected the note she found it to be an English ten pound note. Madame did not accept the unstable Deutsch Marks. All transactions were in English or American currency. This was the first of many tips, all in stable currencies.

 

When Helga helped Riva get ready for bed it was late in the evening. Helga stood behind Riva and brushed her hair as the boy/girl sat in front of the vanity table clad only in white cotton briefs. A few moments later she braided her hair into two pig tails. She smiled up at Helga who, with genuine affection, ran her finger tips over Riva’s smooth cheeks.

Riva rose to her feet as Helga’s fingers slid down her face, under her chin. The woman’s soft finger tips drew concentric circles around Riva’s pert nipples. Her fingers skimmed over the hardening nipples. Thumb and forefinger teased, tweaked the nipples to an almost aggressive hardness.

Helga sat as she drew Riva to her. The beautiful androgyne stood between Helga’s full, warm thighs. The older woman’s tongue orbited the outer edge of Riva’s aureole. Her teeth nipped playfully at the tender young nipples causing the trannie to shiver and sigh.

Helga’s hand weighed Riva’s balls through the cotton panties. The sensation of her cock straining against the bounds of the heavy cotton little girl styled panties was almost painful to Riva and yet it was a pain that heightened her arousal.

Riva felt Helga grasp the elastic waist band and start to slide the panties over her round little bottom. She breathed in suddenly as Helga sunk her nails into her tender rump. Helga’s open soft, moist mouth closed over the head of Riva’s throbbing hardness.

Riva lost all control and fell whimpering on the floor as Helga knelt over her driving her to a frenzy of sexual submission to the hungry mouth of her mentor. A film of saliva glistened over Riva’s entire cock as Helga lifted her head to admire the perfection of her pupil.

Helga stood over Riva who was squeezing her own breasts and moaning with passion. "Please, Aunt Helga, fuck me, fuck me, please, please."

Helga lowered her self onto Riva’s virgin cock. She placed Riva’s hands against her own full breasts as she toyed with the tiny but ever so sensitive tits of the sensual, arousing being she had recreated out of a hopelessly inept boy. Still riding Riva’s cock, Helga pulled her lover to a sitting position and kissed him deeply as they came in almost perfect unison.

Riva lay panting, still yelping from the incredible orgasm they had just shared when Helga’s tongue began to clean his cock. The almost unbearably intense sensations sent new quivers of electricity through Riva.

Helga lay on her side with legs parted as she pushed Riva’s face to her slit. Riva moaned a screaming moan as she tasted her own cum mingled with Helga’s abundant juices. Soon an intense, urgent sixty-nine brought Riva to a second climax.

Helga raised her exhausted pupil to a sitting position and slipped a white cotton nightie over the exhausted Riva’s head and arms. With surprising ease, she carried Riva to her bed and tucked her pupil in.

"Good night my darling girl. You see those ridiculous men can offer you nothing even close to the ecstasies that I will teach you. Sleep well, my angel."

She kissed gently on the lips as the exhausted boy/girl slipped off to sleep.

 

Helga was fully dressed when Riva awoke the next morning. She smiled at her pupil who was so endearingly innocent in her blue velvet robe which was open to show her white cotton nightie, opaque but not so opaque that the outline of the little girl panties failed to show through.

 

"Mmmm, I smell hot chocolate!" Riva dropped into the chair closest to Helga’s at the otherwise empty table.

The unaffected way that this was said caused Helga to smile.

"And a croissant for you. You’ve never had one. But get used to them. That will be a very popular breakfast item when we reach Paris. We are leaving here..."

"Paris! And so soon..."

"No, my darling girl. We’re only moving into my old apartment. Some of the ladies who work here heard of your escapades last night. They fear there’ll be no one left to pay for their services. And I think I’ve made a point. You’ve discovered how weak and malleable so called men of the world can be at the firm hands of a strong girl."

On Monday morning Riva dressed in blue panties and a matching brassiere. A white cotton slip preceded the flower print dress. It was more relaxed, more suited to the illusion of pubescent beauty that Riva was so adept in creating than were the provincial, overly frilly little girl costumes Helga had Rive wear at first. The flow of the soft fabric over the slender body drew attention to the newly formed curves that promised fulfillment of fantasies that few would dare to act out under the oppressive cloud of the rising Nazi party.

Riva sat in the leather treatment chair. She had undone the buttons of the dress and slipped the upper part to her waist. The blue brassiere peeked coyly from the edge of the white slip. The light from the window fell across the side of her face. The play of light and shadow across her the front of her exquisite face gave her the air of a cubist painting come to life.

Helga looked in admiration and in satisfaction at her pupil. She was smug in the knowledge that by recreating Rive into Riva and by honing his natural graces, by educating him to hold literate conversation in the best salons, by seeing his graceful movement trained to the dance, she had given him the skills to survive and that with Riva’s survival the exotic, exhilarating underground society that combined a new freer, healthier sexual outlook with all the beautiful cultural values and aesthetic values of western society. It would be those like Helga, were she to survive the coming devastation, and certainly Riva and a few like her who would eventually establish the "new world order!" They would survive what the Nazi hooligans were about to unleash on Germany and on the world.

Helga was certain that her plans for Riva would be successful. There could be no other way.

Helga arrived at the gym as Riva finished her training session. The girl was lovely in her pink tunic and tights. Sweat glistened on her arms as she strained out one more curl, one more press. High repetitions with relatively light weights had preserved the trannie’s natural slenderness while making her deceptively strong. Coordination exercises with Indian clubs, so popular then, were making up for the lack of participation in sports when she was still an inept boy; her hand speed and coordination were no quite formidable.

"Just towel yourself dry and put on your wrap. We are going to a dance studio. You are to audition to be trained as a modern dancer."

Riva was spending less time in the gym now that she was enrolled in the dance program. Helga watched with pride as Riva, the special girl she was creating, moved gracefully, beguilingly across the floor. The flowing diaphanous gowns did little to conceal her sculpted splendor.

Riva’s burgeoning breasts gave her an early adolescent charm that attracted the attention of the attention of men and ladies throughout Berlin. Helga zealously and jealously guarded her niece’s privacy.

"We are not going to the dance studio today," Helga announced seriously as she brushed Riva’s hair. "The Nazi hooligans wrecked it last night. We must leave soon. By next week."

Helga saw to the packing, to the sale of her apartment. She accepted only hard currency; English pounds or American dollars.

A few days later Helga and Riva Maurer crossed the frontier and went on to Paris.

It was dawn when the taxi turned approached the Etoile. Riva practically hung out of the open window the taxi as she felt the spring drizzle on her face, smelled the damp chestnut trees that were just blossoming.

"Oh, do stop gawking like a tourist. You’re here to further your education, to become a true Parisienne." Helga was enjoying Riva’s enthusiasm too much to seriously reprimand her. "my child, you will receive two educations. You will attend a very fine academy for young ladies that will provide formal schooling. The other education will be the experience of the varieties of romance and sex that are so well practiced in Paris."

"Aunt Helga, I sense that Paris is a very old, very special city."

"Quite right my darling. Older even than Cairo. It is a city where many, many new ideas have been tried. It never had the open night-life of Berlin but it has had a demimonde that is experienced in cafes and in the best salons, in cabarets and in what the French call ‘houses of poor reputation.’ The demimondaines of Paris are skilled in all the arts. Some hold their own salons. More than a few of these are quite out of the ordinary. Paris has recently attracted the greatest literary and artistic minds the western world has to offer. And many Asians from the French possessions in Indo-China have come here to learn the ways of the west.

"You, my dear sweet girl, will surpass them all."

Riva was awestruck by the apartment that had been arranged for Helga and for her. It was a duplex with a view of the Bois. Riva had her own large bedroom with an adjacent sitting room-study and a dressing room adjoing her bathroom. A live in maid would attend to their needs with other daily help as needed. Riva’s clothing was laundered, ironed and hung in the walk-in closets in her dressing room. The closets still seemed bare.

"We will fill them in time," Helga assured Riva. "First there is the need to arrange for your schooling. A friend of mine, once an intimate friend of mine, is a department head at a very fine school outside of Paris. We will visit for lunch."

"Aunt Helga, when you say ‘intimate friend’..."

"Darling Riva, one would think your experiences in Berlin would have eradicated all traces of that naive, provincial boy who was you not so long ago. To answer the question you were too embarrassed to ask; Yes, my friend and I were lovers and may well be again."

 

Riva dressed as a mid-teen who had been exposed to a level of tasteful worldliness that was rare yet becoming in a girl her age. A beige high waisted girdle, lightly boned at the waist over white satin panties. A white brassiere with a broad lace edge above the cups and fine picoting along the edges of the straps. A short pale pink slip with a wide lace hem and lace bodice barely covered the tops of her ivory silk stocking flawlessly taught and unwrinkled by the tension of the garters holding them to the girdle. Only the shadow of her cock in her panties betrayed that she was anything other than the illusion she so deftly created.

Riva sat in a comfortable dressing chair in front of her vanity table. Her dressing gown was open over her thighs exposing the bottom edge of her stocking tops. The maid entered. Riva handed her the hairbrush without a word.

"Miss Riva has such lovely hair. The color, the texture, the thickness are to be envied and adored."

Riva suppressed a smile. She had heard what the French are. She was determined to hold this girl, scarcely older than Riva, in her place.

"Thank you," said Riva when the young maid had finished doing her hair. "You may go. Oh, but first you are to dust off my shoes. The bone t-straps."

"Yes, Miss."

Riva extended her foot but barely raised it from the floor forcing the girl to go to her knees to slip the shoes on Riva’s silk stockinged, manicured feet.

The girl rose and waited silently to the side of the room. Rive glared imperiously at the well meaning maid. "I already said you may go."

The girl half curtsied as she backed out of the room. Riva was indifferent to the tears she saw welling in the girl’s eyes.

A moment or two later Helga bust into the room. "Why did Janette burst into tears when she came out here?" There was harsh edge to her voice, a tone that made Riva uneasy.

"She was upset not because of what you made her do but because you treated her as less than human..."

"But Aunt Helga, I was only trying to keep her in her place. She is here to be my servant and not my friend nor anything other than a servant."

Riva recoiled in shock at the hard slap that Helga whipped across her face. "That is unworthy of you. She is a servant, yes. She is also a human being. You’re attitude toward her is worthy of them. Treat no one as though they’re less than human.

"And remember, there are always times when one’s life may depend on the loyalty of servants. Alienate no one."

As she spoke, Helga sat on the chair in front of the vanity table. She took Riva by the wrist. She held her ward’s wrist tightly, perhaps too tightly for Riva’s comfort. Suddenly Helga pulled her hand back and down leaving Riva sprawled face down across Helga’s lap. She kicked and complained indignantly as Helga raised her robe and slip over Riva’s waist exposing the trannie’s shapely and ever more muscular rump.

Helga released Riva but not until she had given the boy-girl a thorough spanking.

"You are not to apologize to her. That will only call attention to her humiliation."

Riva stood with her legs spread, her skirts raised as she aired her reddened bottom. She nodded compliantly.

"Janette will function almost as your personal maid rather than a house servant. She’ll see to your every need when you are at home. You will converse with her so you can learn her accent. It may be necessary for you to pass not simply as a young woman but as a French woman from the provinces."

"What did you mean when you said ‘when you’re at home’?"

"You will, if you are fortunate enough to be accepted into the school, you will live there. You may, if you do well, be allowed home each Friday evening but you will have to return for dinner on Sunday."

"But Aunt Helga, since I became Riva I’ve always been with you. It’s from you that I derive my entire existence."

"That’s true but irrelevant. You must continue your education. Riva, you must take a step toward independence form me. If they succeed in taking over France, they will try to find me and punish me for the trouble I’ve made for them. If you are alone, you have a chance. There is nothing to connect you to me."

 

A hired car took Helga and Riva to the school near Paris. It occupied a low hill and some surrounding meadows. A high stone wall followed the narrow road to the open gate. A grotto dedicated the Blessed Virgin stood along the path to the main building. Near the parking lot was a grotto to Saint Jude.

"But why St. Jude? Why the patron of lost causes?"

"Darling girl, the young ladies here did poorly in their educations in other settings. They were lost causes. This is the Saint Jude Academy for Young Ladies."

"Does that mean they are girls like me?"

"No. At least very rarely. No one here will know that you are what you are until you’re ready to tell them. You know you must be discreet."

They stepped from the car. Three girls walked in a row, almost in precise step as if in a military unit. They wore medium blue jumpers belted at the waist by wide leather belts. Riva could see these jumpers were straight, boxy garments that were meant to conceal any physical differences. The rounded collars of their starched white blouses were buttoned closely at the necks. A wide blue ribbon was pinned in a crises cross under the collars and served as both a short necktie and the only visible ornamentation on the drab uniforms. Blue velvet hats with a wide brim curling up at the edge bore an insignia in the front; doubtlessly this was the emblem of the school. A similar emblem was over the left breast of each jumper. The jumpers ended at a point a few inches below the knee. White cable knit knee socks concealed any leg contours the girls may have had. Flat, black oxfords of the kind that our grandmothers might have called sensible were the standard foot wear for the trio. Long capes in the same color as the jumper served as coats. The capes were turned back at the outer edges to reveal the white satin linings.

Each girl carried a dull, non-descript leather school bag. The bags had shoulder straps which, for the time being, were not used.

"How dreadfully drab," thought Riva. "Perhaps they allow some individual expression in the choice of one’s lingerie."

A tall handsome woman stood in the doorway at the top of the steps. The girls stopped, turned to the woman, curtsied slightly as they bid her good day.

The woman was not particularly tall but was rather striking, even imposing in her appearance. Despite her conservative clothing, she managed to project an air of worldly sexiness. She was imposingly attractive although not beautiful in any conventional sense. Not young, she was perhaps a few years older than Helga.

Doctor Preo, chief instructor in classics, smiled broadly at Helga. "It has been too long." She came down the stairs as she extended her hands toward Helga. The two faced each other as they held hands. Kisses on each cheek in the French manner.

Doctor Preo looked at Riva. "Well. This is your protege. She is more lovely than you said in your letters.. If her mind is as powerful as her beauty she will certainly go far. Come to my office where we may greet each other as befits our friendship."

Riva’s heart beat rapidly. She was startled by the revelation that Helga’s friend and lover from her student days in Paris was another woman! But perhaps she misunderstood what Helga had said.

Helga might have meant that she loved this friend in the Platonic sense, a spiritual not a physical love! Such a possibility could no longer be entertained once the door to Doctor Preo’s office closed behind them. Helga and Louise, for that was Dr. Preo’s Christian name, embraced and kissed, a long, deep kiss that was both passionate and tender.

"Curse me for a silly fool. Is there no end to my naiveté? I must rid myself of that provincial prude who went by the name of Rive." The sudden, unexpected revelation of Helga’s lesbian facet both shocked and exhilarated Riva. Of course she had seen many such women in the few months she had spent in Berlin but she never thought that her elegantly beautiful mentor engaged in such relationships. Helga was, to Riva, the closest thing to a perfect human being in both body and soul that was ever on this planet. Riva reasoned that if Helga engaged in such affairs then they were as good and as pure as any sexual relationship could be.

"From what Helga has written you have the background and the intelligence to study here at Saint Jude’s. You have the grace and beauty we expect of our young ladies. We will give you the formal education, the mental stamina, the physical strength to compete with any man in any endeavor. We will give you what you have not had. That is an ordered discipline.

"If you fail to measure up to our standards you will be dismissed.

"I saw your face register repugnance at seeing our girls in school attire. I’ll save you the trouble of asking. You may wear your own underthings but panties must be tailored cotton in white or bright or pastel colors. Black is forbidden; much too sexually aggressive. Slips, full slips only, must be worn and are always white."

A few weeks later Riva sat for written exams. She did well in those exams and in a presentation of her modern dance skills. Later that day she was shown to her room. A small bedroom study with a desk, dresser, and a small mirror. The closet held a few uniforms. A small water closet, shower and sink adjoined the room. Riva was surprised to see the crucifix over the head of the bed. Somehow piety seemed out of place with the sophisticated ideas of the staff preparing young ladies who failed elsewhere to meet the traditional and the non-traditional goals of Saint Jude’s Academy.

Riva hugged Helga tightly. She was clinging to her teacher, her creator. Clinging physically and emotionally as though to the last connection to the small, provincial town where she had been so unhappy, so much an outsider. And yet for all the pain she experienced in that horrible, narrow place, there had been a comforting sense of order. Reflecting on the isolation and loneliness she had suffered as a boy in that place she knew she was well rid of it whatever the price. If only... Tears ran down her cheeks. She kissed Helga gently on the lips and released the older woman from her no longer desperate grasp.

Helga turned, walked out the door as Riva stared at her back. A slight smile crossed Riva’s features as the door closed on Helga.

On returning to her room, Riva found a large envelope on her desk. It was in Helga’s handwriting.

My Darling Girl:

You will not see me for a long time. Perhaps we will never meet again on this earth. Be who you are and don’t grieve for me. I survive in you. A fund has been set aside to keep you at St. Jude’s for as long as need be. Learn all things well.

Do not be complacent. They will be in France soon. You will survive because you’re needed to establish a new world order of those who have risen above the rigid morality that has allowed the Nazis to exist. You may be called on to destroy as many of them as you can. Do it. You have killed before.

I have enclosed your new identity papers establishing you as a French national. You are hereafter Riva Vernoir. Study the parentage. I have provided family information and history. Commit it to memory tonight. Destroy all but your identity papers.

Bonne Chance.

A tout a l’heures,

Helga

 

Riva carefully tore the letter to shreds and placed the tiny pieces in a metal pencil holder on her desk. She looked around the room , so different, so bare. In Berlin and Paris she had known comfort, even luxury. As she contemplated the bareness of the room, a sense of peace came over. This retreat would be uncomplicated. She would have chance to learn again with no distractions. She would be treated as an ordinary if somewhat privileged girl. She could incorporate the ways, the thoughts of girls her own age, girls who had not known the corrupting beauty and excitement of the Berlin underworld. Riva thought "How wonderfully ordinary and natural it will be when I’m one of them. Oh God, how long can I carry it off before they find that I’m not what I appear to be?"

There was a knock at the door. Before Riva could respond, the door opened and a thickish but shapely girl stood in the doorway. She unceremoniously announced herself.

"Chapel is in an hour. Dinner will follow. As you are new, you’re to enter with the lower school and remain with them through dinner."

Riva drew her robe closed as high as her throat. There was something threatening and creepy in the matter of fact way this girl delivered the message.

"Allow me to introduce myself. Riva Vernoir."

"I know who you are. I’m Veronique Rochambeau. Don’t be so forward. We might accept introductions after you’re here for a few weeks and show what you’re made of.."

Riva was fuming but swallowed her rage. "As you say Mlle. Rochambeau."

"No need for sarcasm.," replied Veronique as she turned to leave.

Riva recognized Veronique as one of the three girls she had seen on her first visit to St. Judo’s. She wondered if the other two were as rude as Veronique and if the three formed some sort of clique.

Riva removed her robe, pulled the satin panties down and kicked them aside. "Silly cow. I must be careful with my anger." She undid the brassiere and massaged her now noticeable breasts. They were perfect. "Wouldn’t want them any larger. Would’t want to be a disgusting, saggy cow like Veronique. Gross bitch. But why am I letting her get to me?"

Riva stepped out of the shower, wrapped herself in the ankle length terry robe provided by the school and turbaned a towel over her hair. She stepped into the white cotton panties, dropped the slip over head and smoothed it down over her androgynous but ever more femme body.

She sat at her desk brushing her hair and trying to see as much of herself as possible in the small mirror. Riva rose and opened the curtains in time to see the last glow of the setting sun streak the purple sky as the moon rose.

Riva looked at the crucified Jesus. She was suffused with a sense of assurance and confidence that she had a part to play in the devastation that was to come. A few moments of silent prayer and meditation. Riva crossed herself before reaching for one of the heavy, shapeless jumpers in the closet.

She raised her slip to her waist and fastened the plain white cotton and elastic garter belt around her waist. After sliding the straps under her panties, she sat on the edge of the bed and rolled the thick, black stocking over her legs. She giggled aloud as she realized this was the first pair of stocking she had ever worn that did nothing to flatter or enhance her perfect legs. No matter; the long shapeless jumper would not allow her to show much leg.

The angelus bell tolled. Riva stepped into the corridor to begin her new life.

Riva lined up with the younger girls who were forming a double line. They fell in line in reverse size places. She pushed her hair back from her face as she stared back at the older girls who eyed her appraisingly. "Damned cows are eyeing me like I’m their slut. Probably a bunch of lesbians. Shit! If they try to put the make on me or force themselves on me, they’ll find out what I really am.."

Chapel was brief. A simple, almost non-denominational prayer service with a patriotic talk by Madame Preo.

They returned to the dormitory building as a light drizzle started to fall. The refectory was an old room with a moderately high ceiling and stained glass windows. Wooden trestle tables seated four girls on each side. Potato soup and dark bread and butter were on the tables as the seventy or so girls said grace in unison. Riva was told by the prefect in charge that she was to eat with three other new girls and an upper school student. A permanent assignment would be made shortly.

Riva noticed that Veronique Rochambeau stood talking with the two girls she had been with the day of the first interview. One of them made eye contact with Riva.. She was a dark girl, taller than Riva but as slender. Her features said she was pure French; no Norman or Bretton blood in this dark beauty.

The girl approached the table slowly, confidently and seated herself. She indicated to one of the younger girls to serve the soup from the tureen. "I am called Renee Fodourin," she introduced herself in classic, formal French.

A maid served Renee Fodourin a glass of red wine, filling the glass from a large carafe. "Merci," said Renee as she inclined her head toward Riva. The maid filled a glass for Riva. Renee raised her glass in Riva’s direction. Riva returned the gesture. "A votre sante," toasted Renee using the formal address. Riva was gratified by any gesture that wasn’t clearly hostile but she had hoped Renee would have used the familiar form of address. She was certain that would come in time.

"But why," Riva wondered, "am I so drawn to this girl and her silly clique of snobs? Am I so desperate to belong? Caution. It will be easier to get through the next years if I’m free to move about unencumbered. We shall see."

Riva became aware that Renee was lecturing the table of newcomers on the codes and traditions of the school. "Pontificating is more the word to describe this smug, self-satisfying prattle," thought Riva. Despite her resentment, the trannie listened carefully to what Renee had to say.

Dinner was a long, comfortable, delicious, and for most of the girls, social event. "You will do well with us," offered Renee almost smiling. "Does ‘us’ mean the school or the clique or both?" puzzled Riva.

The next evening the upper school girls were to attend a special talk in the chapel. The uniform would be dark pleated skirts, white blouses, ties, and blazers. Berets with the school badge on the side were to be worn. Riva was pleased with this first opportunity to wear the only uniform that offered an opportunity to be attractive.

She dressed with care selecting red panties. She would have loved to wear a red bra but feared it would show under the white blouse and white slip. A red garter belt relieved the humdrum of the childish underthings she had been wearing for the week she had been living at the school. Opaque black silk stockings. A chance to show off her legs even though there was no one to appreciate them.

"Formidable!" complimented Renee as the girls descended the stairs. She introduced Riva to her two companions. "I believe you’ve met Veronique Rochambeau. This is Henriette Couperin." Still the formal address as she introduced Riva.

Riva’s heart lightened as Renee shifted to the familiar form. "We call her Kiki. You’ll do the same."

As they descended the steps the wind played havoc with their skirts. Riva’s rose high around her thighs before she could push it down to preserve whatever modicum of modesty she had left after everyone saw her red panties. She couldn’t fathom why Renee stared at her angrily. A return to the formal address. "There is something we must talk to you about immediately after this lecture."

The lecture was an impassioned and impassioning rally of French nationalism and the need to reject the Vichy government friendly to the Germans. It praised a little known Colonel Charles De Gaulle who refused to surrender his regiment in Algeria. He would fight on as the leader of the free French. The girls would be called on to play their parts in the resistance. The upper school rose as one to join in a spontaneous singing of "La Marseillaise."

The girls filed out of the chapel, breaking into clusters as they returned to the main building. Few lingered on the ground floor; there was studying to be done, papers to be written.

Riva exchanged meaningless pleasantries with some of the girls who roomed near her. The outpouring of patriotism she had witnessed highlighted the sense of isolation she felt. She was not French nor even really German. Rive was born of an unknown father in one of those vague areas on the Polish and German border. Riva was the creation of a woman who had been known as both Frieda Heine and Helga Maurer. Riva was not certain if the mentor she adored was really either of these people. Again, that feeling of rootlessness and loss of place and structure. Now she not only had to pass as a girl but as a French girl.

Despite this momentary dark mood, Riva felt sure and confident as she ascended the stairs to her room. The stairway narrowed above the second floor and made a sharp turn between the second and third floors. Riva negotiated the turn to find her way blocked by Veronique Rochambeau.

"Pardon," said Riva as she tried to edge past the girl.

Veronique leaned against her pressing her to the wall. "You should ask pardon. Don’t pretend you know nothing about the group." She grabbed the hem of Riva’s skirt and raised it to expose her red panties.

From below came the voice of Renee Fodourin. "I was right. That arrogant upstart dares to wear our color!"

Riva slipped her hand behind Veronique’s head and pivoted around the larger girl’s side. Veronique attempted to press harder against the elusive trannie. That was her undoing. Riva took advantage of Veronique’s momentum to shove her face down on the stairs. She slid down three of four stairs on her belly. Her skirt slid up to expose her full rump in red panties!

Renee darted up the stairs at Riva who caught her by her hair and yanked her off balance. Renee fell over backwards landing at the turn of the stairs, her legs in the air and wide apart exposing red cotton panties!

Riva walked calmly but cautiously up the stairs. Kiki Couperin could not be far away. Kiki was in fact waiting in front of Riva’s door. Kiki looked disconcerted.

"Oh, your friends will be along as soon as they dust themselves off," assured Riva with a twinkle in her eyes. "They seem to have had a little fall."

Riva opened her door as she spoke. With lightning speed she caught Kiki by the arm and whipped her into the room!

Riva pushed Kiki face first over the edge of her bed so that she was on her knees with her upper body and face being forced into the bedspread. Rive lifted the girl’s skirt over her trim little ass. Red panties!

"This little attack has something to do with me wearing red panties! Isn’t that so?"

There was a knock at the door.

"Let us in, please. We promise not to fight with you. We can explain."

"Please do come in," offered Riva with sarcastic politeness.

Renee and Veronique entered rather sheepishly. "You had no reason to be so violent with us. We meant only to find out if you knew about our group. We probably would have asked you to join us in time. We were concerned when we saw the red panties. It is an emblem of our group and a privilege we reserve for ourselves.

"You must be a superb fighter to throw both of us so quickly.

"We were uncertain about you but Madame Preo says you are the niece of a special friend of hers and are to be trusted. We observed your emotions in chapel. You are one of us."

Riva delivered a resounding slap to Kiki’s deliciously pert rump. "I expect you think I’m to be grateful for being attacked on the stairs and that you meant no harm. Perhaps you would have removed my panties and paddled my rear then and there."

"You’re being ungracious."

"No, I’m not so naive as all that. Perhaps I am to be trusted but are you?"

Renee shifted her weight from one foot to the other. She was clearly uncomfortable. She had intended to humiliate Riva, bring her to heel before admitting her into the upper school’s inner circle. It wasn’t working out as she had planned, as she had fantasized.

The solidly built, powerful yet sexy Veronique observed her leader with a smile on her face. She was delighted at the turn events had taken. She felt it was due time for Renee to be taken down a few pegs.

Kiki sat on the floor, her arms wrapped around her knees. She looked up in awe and admiration at the slender, pretty newcomer who refused to be awed or bullied by the arrogant Renee Fodourin.

Veronique broke the silence. "Perhaps, Renee, your judgment is no longer valid. Suppose Riva is correct and that you are not to be trusted. Errors of judgment can have terrible consequences."

"Vache, cow!" snarled Renee. "It was I who organized the group. Before I came here there was no inner circle..."

Tears suddenly ran down Renee’s cheeks. "Why do you torment me like this?"

Kiki was on her feet smoothing her skirt. She whimpered conspiratorially to Riva. "Lovers’ quarrel. Well sort of ‘lovers.’ They flirt and fantasize but neither has the conviction to go beyond games. They’re victims of their own petit bourgeois morality. Happens at either’s time of the month. Terrible if they have their time of the month together."

Riva nodded knowingly. Veronique gently wrapped her arm around the sobbing Renee’s shoulder and tenderly kissed her forehead. They left Riva’s room leaving Riva and Kiki alone together.

"My room is the only other on this landing. Perhaps we’ll get to know each other...with or without red panties.

"Be assured that wearing red panties is a privilege we have reserved for ourselves. Renee is not so dangerous as she seems; far too vain to see what goes on. Veronique appears to be her foil, her stooge. Never underestimate Veronique. She is formidable...emotionally as well as physically. It is she who controls Renee. Renee is the apparent leader and as such receives the barbs of the staff and faculty as well as those of the students. Veronique manipulates her. Poor Renee hasn’t figured this out."

"And how do you figure in this inner circle?"

"I? I’m simply useful. I’m the scholar. I do the study outlines, write the drafts of their papers. Saves them time and effort. Neither is dull but Veronique is almost brilliant. She’s also a skilled fighter. Don’t let the incident on the stairs make you complacent.

"You may have been fortunate in throwing Veronique as you did. Have a care. She’ll try to get her own back."

Riva listened carefully to Kiki’s ramblings. This girl had a childlike innocence that was attractive, even endearing on first acquaintance! Riva felt a stirring in her loins, in her cock as she watched the girl raise her skirt over her hips and smooth the leg openings of her panties as she spoke. Kiki was deliberate in showing Riva only the side of her thighs and her rear.

Kiki took a deep breath as she began to speak. "I must go to my room. The house staff will be making rounds. I cannot tell you why but I’m finding it difficult to leave you. I sense a commonality between us. I pray we can know each other better...more intimately."

Kiki put her hands on Riva’s shoulders and kissed her new friend on each cheek. Suddenly they were nose to nose. Kiki tilted her head to the side as she opened her mouth and covered Riva’s lips. They lingered for a moment. Riva felt Kiki’s tongue push through her lips. She struggled to keep from responding . Intense arousal, arousal such as she had never known swept over the trannie. She wanted to give herself over to Kiki yet she dared not for fear of discovery.

Suddenly Kiki pulled away. "Please, please forgive me. I’m being terribly rude and you must think me unnatural. Please forget what just happened."

Riva thought Kiki might be teasing or deliberately provoking her to arousal by asking her to deny their urges. Then she saw the tears filling Kiki’s deep brown eyes. She knew in her heart that Kiki was genuinely upset. Had she sensed that Riva was not the girl she appeared to be?

"No," reasoned Riva. "Kiki’s childlike innocence hides a powerful mind but I’m sure she’s not so sophisticated and worldly to even know there are girls like me."

Kiki closed her door behind her. She threw herself face down on her bed and cried in earnest. A few minutes later she went into her bathroom and washed her face with cold water. She managed a smile as she evaluated the pretty yet sad reflection in the mirror. "You’re a fright with those red eyes! Learn to rule your heart! When we drive the Germans from France once and for all, when Paris is once again what it is meant to be, you may give voice to all that you are. I’ll be patient. And I’ll take every chance to rid France of the Huns. And while they’re here I’ll exact my own price."

Kiki unzipped her skirt and carefully hung it in her closet. She rolled the blouse and put in the laundry basket at the bottom of the closet. A book was opened on her desk. She read carefully as she brushed her hair; forty strokes on each side as her mother had taught her. Satisfied that she had mastered the lesson for tomorrow, she closed the book.

"I’ll shower in the morning. I must sleep so I may dream of Riva. She’s so special. I sense we’ve more in common than meets the eye. Mother was wise to send me here. I learn and I’m safe but I wish there were other girls like me in this school."

She pulled the slip over her head. She sat on the edge of the bed as she unhooked the garter tabs and rolled the silk stockings down her legs which were very shapely for one so petite and slender. She reached behind and unhooked the brassiere. Her perky little breasts were hardly more than slight swells of flesh with conical nipples. "I like looking like a child. It will go over very well in Paris after this is all over."

She wiggled her hips slightly yet provocatively as she eased her panties down. She pressed against her groin to push her balls down from their cavity and freed her dick from between her thighs! Across the hall Riva went through a similar ritual as she removed her own panties.

Each girl fell asleep knowing how much she was drawn to the other. Each feared to speak her heart lest the secret they both carried be laid bare.

The girls lived a sequestered, tranquil life. Little news of the greater world reached them. Their studies allowed little time to reflect on when the gathering storm would break across France. Few girls had family visitors to bring them gossip of the outside.

Riva immersed herself in her studies. She no longer cared for acceptance from the likes of Renee Fodourin although there were moments when her heart leapt at a smile or a nod from Veronique Rochambeau.

Riva defied the inner circles claim to red panties as their secret uniform. She wore them frequently and made sure that anyone who cared to look had a generous glimpse of her red panties worn in defiance of Renee Fodourin.

On their occasional escorted visits to the small town Riva was always certain to stock up on red panties. Indeed, she made a show of doing this in the hope that some other girls would follow her in defiance of Renee Fodourin and her inner circle. The garment, so unremarkable for its own sake, had become her emblem of independence from the hierarchy of the upper school.

Kiki Couperin attracted her in ways she didn’t understand. She urged the sylph to declare her independence form Renee and Veronique. Kiki agreed that it was something she should do but declared that she had need for the connection. "Quite right, Riva. However, I don’t have your fierce independence. There is this need for belonging but I avoid the crowd. The clique protects me form revealing too much to the other girls."

"Is there some sort of secret they’ve found out about you that gives them this hold?"

"There is a secret that is mine alone. Renee is too absorbed in herself to see that it’s there and Veronique is too caught up in controlling Renee and using her as her puppet. I’ve said enough. You who are perceptive enough to see I have a secret may realize what it is.

"I’m very, very attracted to you. You give me thoughts and sensations no other girl has ever aroused in me. I don’t wish to burden you with this....Please forgive me if I upset you."

"Please don’t leave. I will feel lonely for you if you go in so sad a mood."

Kiki took Riva’s hand in her own, pressed it firmly. She looked with looking into Riva’s eyes. She ran her finger tips over Riva’s lips, raised Riva’s and to her mouth and kissed the palm.

"Riva, I’m not sad now. I’m very happy that fate has brought us near whatever else may happen between us."

A moist kiss lingered as their lips touched lightly.

As each girl curled under the covers in their separate rooms each was engulfed by the loneliness that came with the belief that she and she alone was the only girl in St. Judo’s who had a cock. The sense of loneliness was relieved by the sense of warmth that came with the affection that each of these unique girls was feeling for the other. The loneliness was further offset by a sense of certainty that these feelings would be requited.

For Riva there was an added measure of gratification. Kiki, despite her silly nickname, was a real person and not a creature of the demimonde in which she existed with Helga in Berlin and in Paris. "Thank you for bringing me here to meet Kiki," Riva said softly as she looked up at the crucifix. "Thank you for this opportunity to be a real person in a real world."

Riva drifted off to sleep. Her sense of well being made her forget for the moment that storm about to break over France would make her new found reality an unreal nightmare.

 

 

 

The Nazi storm swept across France and Paris fell. An encampment of German soldiers was established between St. Judo’s and the nearby town.

Veronique accused Riva of being a German! Her coloring, her familiarity with German literature had betrayed her according to Veronique. She declared that Riva’s French was too precise, too lacking in regional accent to be anything but acquired.

Veronique taunted Riva, goaded her to fight. Riva avoided a physical confrontation lest her secret be revealed.

Veronique waited on the landing outside Riva and Kiki’s rooms. Kiki appeared first. Veronique grabbed the petite, slender girl and covered her mouth with her hand. "Warn her and I’ll thrash you."

No warning was required. Riva came up the stairs to see and hear this exchange. She kicked the back of Veronique’s knee causing the larger girl’s legs to buckle. Kiki broke free. Riva grabbed Veronique’s foot and lifted sending the big girl sprawling.

Riva realized she must keep Veronique from putting on a reasoned, effective fight. She would enrage the girl and take advantage of her emotionally driven blind rage. She dove against Veronique, shoved the bigger girl’s jumper over her hips and stepped back. "White panties! Are you no longer Renee’s handmaiden?"

Veronique was furious. Riva was startled by the speed with which the solid, full bodied Veronique regained her feet. "Bitch! I’ll rip your clothes off!"

Veronique charged at Riva who drove her fist against her attacker’s belly. The technique which floored male opponents in the specialty houses of Berlin was only mildly effective against Veronique! The big girl staggered but managed to grab Riva’s arm. They fell against the door of Kiki’s room.

Riva managed to get her hip under Riva’s and spill the amazon onto her back. She dropped her knee into Veronique’s belly managing to knock the wind out of her. She caught the now disadvantaged Veronique in a head scissors and rolled from side to side. Each shift in Riva’s position wrenched the now weakened Veronique’s neck inflicting greater pain. Riva sat with her back against the wall wiggling her legs while increasing the pressure on Veronique’s aching neck.

Veronique pleaded for mercy. Riva increased her tormenting of her defeated foe by sinking her finger nails into Veronique’s attractive bottom. Veronique’s moans of pain were rapidly acquiring a sexual inflection! The defeated amazon was reacting with arousal to the humiliation that Riva was now adding to her pain.

Riva fould herself aroused by Veronique’s reaction and by the defeat she had inflicted on her tormentor! She released Veronique and rose to her feet. Riva took Veronique by her hair and pulled her to feet. The girl staggered helplessly. Riva shoved her into her room.

Veronique had recovered enough to realize that her suffering and humiliation may have just begun. She launched her full bulk at Riva catching the slender trannie in a bear hug. Riva felt trapped as Veronique began to apply pressure. She dug her chin into Veronique’s breast causing her to lean away. Suddenly Riva dropped to her knees slipping out of Veronique’s grasp. The bigger girl tried to grab Riva who took advantage of her momentum to yank her forward and face down on the floor. She placed her knee on the side of the fallen amazon’s face and once more dug her nails into the deliciously full panty covered butt. Veronique writhed in anguish.

"If you attack me once more I’ll bruise your face so that you’ll hide for days. Now I’ll turn you loose but you will sit on the floor until I tell you otherwise. Why did you choose this moment to assault me?"

"Very well," said Veronique as she assumed a rather immodest sitting position with her legs folded in front of her. Riva couldn’t help noticing the defeated amazon’s mons. "Very appealing especially with that wet spot in her panties," thought Riva.

"The locals who work in the school say that one of our girls has been consorting with the Huns. Leaves the grounds at night, does all sorts of things in hopes of getting privileged treatment. I cannot believe you’re French so I’m sure it is you."

"I have more reason to despise the Huns than you can begin to imagine. Stay with me for a while. Within the hour you will see something from my windows that will prove I’m not the girl you speak of."

Riva took Veronique to the sink and helped her wash her face. She gently kissed Veronique’s lips as she pushed the girl’s hair back from her face. Veronique sat on the window ledge looking out at the moonlit walls and the field beyond. She smiled up at Riva who was brushing her defeated opponent’s hair. Veronique gently grabbed Riva’s free hand and guided it to her own face. She kissed Riva’s palm, looked up and smiled at her conqueror.

Movement in the shadow’s along the wall! A girl’s form was discernible in the shadowed bushes. The dark silhouette vanished to reappear on the edge of the field outside the wall.

"Riva, you must accept my abject apology. It was never you. Only one girl other than me knows of that hidden door in the wall. Renee Fodourin is a collaborator!"

Riva put her hands on the sides of Veronique’s face. She pressed her face to Veronique’s whose mouth opened in submission to whatever Riva might want.

The kiss lasted as Riva ran the palms of her hands over Veronique’s hardening nipples. The now uncontrollably aroused amazon lifter her blouse and guided Riva’s finger tips to her hard nipples. Riva dropped to her knees and took the nipples in her mouth as her fingers slipped under the girl’s panty crotch.

Veronique had enjoyed the intimacy of other girls but none had been trained in the arts of the courtesan as Riva had been. She whimpered and screeched as Riva played with her clit.

Veronique lay writhing on the floor as Riva worked two fingers into her cunt. Veronique’s hips moved up and down at an ever increasing tempo as Riva finger fucked her to ecstasies beyond her wildest, wickedest dreams. She gasped as an additional element of pleasure came into play. Rive was working her thumb into Veronique’s bottom hole even as her fingers continued to reach deeper in the abundant wetness of Veronique’s vagina! Veronique was moaning, whimpering as she was flooded with sensations that were both new and ever more exciting. Veronique’s eyes rolled up in her head as her legs went rigid, her body quivered. Her moans turned to a screeching staccato as her hips bucked. Exhaustion as Veronique collapsed into the afterglow of her orgasm, an orgasm heightened by the physical domination she had experienced of this slender girl.

Riva stood over the exhausted Veronique whom she had dominated physically and sexually. "Apology accepted," she said smiling down at the exhausted Veronique.

The noise attracted Kiki who watched through the partially open door just as Veronique exploded in ecstasy. The petite trannie ran back to her room and collapsed in tears.

"Riva, Riva, I love you. Why couldn’t you have chosen me?"

Riva extended her hand to Veronique as the chastened girl sat up and adjusted her panties and skirt. She looked sheepishly at Riva as the slender trannie helped her to her feet.

"I’ve been such a fool and what is inexcusable is that I so misjudged you and mistreated you. Renee, whom I thought so harmless and a loyal citizen of France, was beyond suspicion in my mind..."

Riva put her finger over Veronique’s lips to shush her. "You’ve done nothing to me that bears discussion. You are too quick to let your passions cloud your reason. It’s true that you may have misjudged me. Note I say ‘may.’ Your shock and outrage at discovering Renee’s traitorous behavior says nothing about me. It’s true I despise the filthy Huns but Renee’s behavior doesn’t prove that or anything else about me. You’re too driven by your passions. Use more judgment in these dangerous times."

Veronique looked adoringly at Riva while nodding assent to what. "Yes, Mommy. I’ll be more reasoned."

The two adversaries turned lovers kissed deeply and fondled each other’s asses. Veronique spoke over her shoulder as she skipped down the stairs. "We must meet in the chapel half an hour before breakfast."

Riva pushed the partially opened door of Kiki’s room. The pretty trannie lay on her side curled in a fetal position with her face resting on her hands. Her long black hair spread across the pillow as if a stream of silk flowed from her head. Riva gently, lovingly caressed the smooth cheek. "Sleep peacefully my angel. Nothing must happen to you. You’ll survive this storm with your purity, your innocence unscathed. I promise to see you through this with my last breath, my last drop of blood if that’s the price."

Kiki stirred lightly in her sleep. A purr of contentment escaped her lips.

Riva stepped softly toward the door. Kiki sat up in bed with a soft, squeeky cry.

"Kiki, it’s me, Riva. I needed to see if you were sleeping well, that you’re safe. I didn’t mean to startle you from your sleep."

"Thank the Lord it’s you. You didn’t awaken me. I had the most frightening dream. You were being taken away and I was left alone. Please take care, Riva. I need you near me. I’m so afraid that you’ll be taken from me...Don’t let anything take you away from here. I’ll never feel safe without you near. Not ever..."

Riva sat on the edge of the bed. "Kiki, I’ll never abandon you. We must protect each other."

She held the strange girl by her arms and looked lovingly into her large dark eyes. Kiki sniffled as she nodded and wiped the tears from her cheeks with the sleeve of her nightgown.

Riva kissed Kiki’s cheeks. "Now you must sleep. I’m just across the landing. I will see you through this war at any price. We’ll survive together."

Kiki lay down on her pillow. Riva caressed the silk of her friend’s hair as the girl drifted off to more peaceful sleep. Riva was quieter taking leave than she had been a few minutes before. Still, she managed to say to the sleeping trannie as she looked at her adoringly, protectively, "Sleep my angel. Know that I love you."

Riva undressed slowly. She showered, slipped into plain white cotton briefs before putting on her white flannel nightgown. Sitting in bed propped against the pillows, she couldn’t muster the concentration to study the book on her knees. "Give me the stamina and resolve to bring Kiki through this war. I love her but it’s different from any love I’ve ever known. I want only to protect her, to be worthy of her purity, to love with a love as pure and as angelic as she is herself, and as she deserves.

"What will she think when she finds, as she must, that I’m not what I appear to be?"

Riva found Veronique seated in the chapel near the small altar dedicated to Our Lady. "I thank you for disabusing me of my blind faith in Renee. That traitor will pay for betraying me and for betraying France. I will find who her lover is and Renee will watch him die. Will you help me?"

"Veronique," Riva replied in a serious tone as she pressed her friends hand, "I’ll kill every Hun I can but we must be careful there is no retribution exacted on innocent French citizens. And nothing must draw suspicion to St. Judo’s."

Veronique smiled. "You are so reasoned and so reasoning. You’re right though. We will stage an accident."

Renee’s vanity got the better of her reason. She boasted to Veronique and Kiki that she was now the lover of a German officer and that she would soon be living with him as his mistress. Each girl was given the information in the strictest confidence. "Oh I’ll never tell another soul until we’re ready to appear in public together."

Veronique pretended to be impressed. "Perhaps I’ll soon be as fortunate and as privileged as you are."

Renee scoffed. "You? You have not my attractions nor my instincts as a lover."

Veronique answered with a sarcastic "Alas" and bided her time.

The overly intellectual Kiki dropped her mask of rationalism. Unlike Veronique, she had no previous knowledge of the secret. A resounding slap from the petite, slender trannie sent the arrogant, overly confident Renee reeling. Kiki followed up her advantage by grabbing Renee’s hair and yanking her head down. She whipped the taller girl around sending her to the grass. Other girls watched from a respectful distance as they cheered Kiki who was giving Renee what she deserved although they had not an inkling of why Kiki had exploded.

"Bitch! This is how you repay my support, my confidence!" She rose to her feet only to be slapped twice more by the furious little trannie. Renee covered her face for fear that Kiki would ravage her pretty features. Having hurt Renee, Kiki was out to embarrass the no longer haughty Renee. She caught Renee in a head lock and with her free hand lifted her victim’s skirt to the amusement of the large number of girls who had collected to watch mousy little Kiki fight Renee.

Kiki turned swiftly dropping Renee to her knees. She released her hold. Renee collapsed in a heap as she wept bitterly. Kiki pulled the thoroughly chastened Renee by her hair. She spoke softly but authoritatively. "Traitorous whore! I’ll not give out your shameful secret but never speak to me again. Go to your filthy lover. Get out of this school by week’s end or you’ll get worse from me."

An animal like wail rose from the depth’s of Renee’s soul as she realized the awful price she would eventually pay for her selfishness.

A few hours later Renee sat in the room that was kitchen, dining room, and parlor to the family of farm laborers which had been evicted when it was decided that the heroic officers of the Third Reich were to be quartered there. Captain Streicher smiled a smirking smile as Renee poured the wine. His hand reached under the girl’s skirt as she handed him the glass. He raised his glass. Renee followed his lead even as the captain’s fingers traced her slit through her panties. "To us and to our life together in Paris."

"Don’t flatter yourself," he said coldly. "I never believed that even you French could be as pathetically romantic as I heard you were...Then I met you. Pathetic child, playing at being a lover. There is no ‘us,’ and no life together in Paris or anywhere else."

"But you promised...you said..."

Streicher’s coarse fingers pinched the girl’s clit. He grasped her neck and guided her face to his crotch. Renee looked up at him and smiled. "But Captain Streicher, you must return the favor and eat me."

A backhand slap sent the girl sprawling. "Don’t play with me, you sub-human whore! Don’t make me sorry I fucked you.

He stood over the furious girl as he undid his belt and started to lower his trousers. Renee drove her sturdy school shoe up into his crotch. He doubled over and dropped to his knees.

Captain Streicher looked at Renee in shock as she got to her feet. She smiled at him as his eyes widened in terror. She pulled the man to his feet and grasped his bare balls in her hand. Her finger nails ripped into the tender skin as she twisted. Renee laughed as she realized he was getting hard, aroused by the reversal of fortune. Her knee drove into his balls. He collapsed once again. Her foot jabbed into his ribs as he lay helplessly in a fetal position.

Renee slipped her jumper off her shoulders and let it fall to her feet. She stood in her white blouse, panties, and stockings. She reached down and pulled Captain Streicher’s trousers from his legs. Dropping all her weight into the pit of his stomach, Renee drove her victim’s remaining breath from him. "Take off your underpants! Now!"

He hesitated. Pulling his head up by his ears, she pounded it against the floor. He soon lay nude from the waist down.

Renee took the wine bottle and held it to his lips. "Drink up, my hero!" She poured wine down his throat. The wine, his beating, and the extreme humiliation the officer suffered or perhaps enjoyed at the hands of this girl was exhausting him.

Renee stood before him and removed her panties. She stood over his face and looed a stream of hot piss at his face. This hero of the Reich, this conqueror rolled his face from side to side as he whimpered in degrading defeat.

She pushed the panties over his ankles, eased them up over his knees, over his thighs until they were just below his cock and balls. His cock was fully erect. Her stockinged foot teased his balls. He exploded in a roar as his cum erupted over him.

Renee dressed quickly and ran from the farm house. "Oh Thank God I found someone. I went to visit Captain Streicher and...and ...What I found is monstrous!" She gestured toward the farm house. The corporal and his sentries raced in as Renee faded into the shadows and returned to St. Jude’s.

Renee showered smug in her belief that Captain Streicher would be severely punished for his unspeakably perverted behavior. As she washed, her fingers found her slit, her clit. She too had been aroused by the scenario she had so deftly improvised and expertly played out at the expense of her former lover. Her fingers worked themselves into her warm moistness as she lay on her bed. The tip of her index finger caressed her hard clit. Tremors of ecstasy as she came.

Renee was determined to find if humiliating men was the path to new heights of elation. She would find other men to experiment on.

Captain Streicher was the subject of a summary court martial the next day. He was promised that his family would never the awful truth about his perversion. They would be told he was killed in an accident. "No, Captain Streicher, you’ll not be shot. That is a soldier’s death. You’ll be hanged at sunrise tomorrow."

Renee was secretly thrilled when rumors reached the school of how a German officer was found in girl’s panties, that he had shot his load all over himself, and that he had been hanged before he could ever again disgrace the Reich.

A sense of peace, of redemption settled over Renee. In humiliating Captain Streicher, in making the German garrison uncomfortable and nervous, she had atoned for the lapse during which she came close to selling her soul in exchange for comfort and privilege from the Huns. Renee knew in her heart that what she had done had no noble aspect. She destroyed Streicher because he had angered her by his mocking rejection. She had humiliated and destroyed Streicher as she would humiliate anyone who dared to thwart her. Having tasted the thrill of dominating and humiliating a grown man, she was determined to dominate and humiliate others. It would be sweet to dominate another man. Then she wondered; it might be sweeter still to humiliate a woman. After all, a woman’s tongue must know what a woman needs. She was determined to find out!

Her new found purpose made her impervious to the isolation imposed on her by Kiki and Veronique. The others sneered at her and smirked reminding her of the awful humiliation she had suffered at Kiki’s hands. "Let those simpering cows sneer all they like," thought Renee. She looked at Riva in the hope that she could begin a dialogue with this aloof, exotic, and independent beauty. Renee decided she would contrive to sit with Riva at meals.

The next day at lunch, the most casual meal of the day, she seated herself at the

table where Riva was quietly eating bread and cheese. To Renee’s surprise, Riva nodded to her smiled. Renee offered a cursory greeting before getting up to take a bowl of soup from a serving table along the wall.

"You did well," said Riva enigmatically.

"You mean by reaching out to you for acceptance. No one has taken me seriously since Kiki did what she did to me. I am shunned."

"That is all true...but not what I refer to. I saw you make your way through the wall to go to your lover. After Kiki thrashed you, you contrived to destroy your lover. It was you who staged Streicher’s humiliation and you who summoned the sentries to find him like that."

Renee opened her mouth but dared not call the insightful Riva a liar. Before she could find any words Riva continued.

"No point in pretending it wasn’t you. I’m very impressed. That is what I referred to when I say you did well."

"But how did you know it was Streicher..."

Renee stopped abruptly as Veronique and Kiki seated themselves on either side of her. She was clearly uncomfortable being between the two girls whose friendship she lost when she boasted of her being the lover of a German officer. Sex toy was closer to the truth she admitted to herself.

Kiki once more spoke in an authoritative tone. "So you were disappointed in your German hero, disappointed enough to disgrace him and see him killed. You’re one of us again."

Veronique pressed her hand on Renee’s thighs, slid it down to her knee, and drew Renee’s skirt higher over her knee than decency would call for or school rules allow. "Welcome back," said Veronique. She tilted her face toward Renee’s ear. "I must personally welcome you back when we can be alone."

Renee’s heart leapt in her breast. See had dreamed of Veronique by day and by night. The full bodied but very shapely girl had made her wet just by being near. She had wanted for so long to explore girl love with the bright, pretty, and very desirable generously proportioned Veronique. Now Renee was almost certain Veronique’s crush on her was strong enough for them to go beyond flirtation.

Renee thought about herself as she ate in silence. "I am so strange! Aroused when I abuse a man. I’m aroused by the thought of love making with Veronique. But this is not depravity. It is sexual elitism."

Veronique, for her part, had been converted to exclusive girl love by her intimacy with Riva after their tussle on the night she learned that it was Renee who had been leaving the school at night to share the bed of a Nazi. It was exciting but not totally satisfying. She wanted to explore Riva’s most intimate places even as Riva had brought to a superb climax. She was puzzled when the obviously sexually experienced Riva wouldn’t allow Veronique’s fingers or tongue in her crotch. Now it was of no consequence. Renee would share her needs. Renee who had been her puppet would be her love toy.

Kiki stood behind Riva brushing her companion’s hair. "So soft and silky." She rested her hands on Riva’s shoulders and gently massaged the tense muscles.

"Mmm, so relaxing. You’ve very good hands, talented fingers."

Kiki’s finger tips slid upward along Riva’s graceful neck. Riva caught Kiki by the wrist and sucked her fingertips one at a time. After kissing Riva’s palm she released her friend’s wrist. Kiki’s tongue was in Riva’s ear as her hands moved slowly onto Riva’s chest. She felt the hardening nipples through the slip and bra.

"I want her," thought Kiki. "Oh God! If she wants me too there’ll be no turning back and she’ll know my secret! I want her so badly." A tear rolled down the corner of the trannie’s soft cheek

Riva was more decisive. "I’m so turned on by this little girl. This is the moment. So what if she finds out? Who can she tell? I’ll leave and go elsewhere if she talks." Riva rose to her feet and slid the strap of her slip off one shoulder. She put her hands on the sides of Kiki’s face and covered the petite trannie’s mouth with her own. Stepping back from Kiki, Riva pushed the other strap from her shoulder and allowed the slip to fall to the floor. Kiki’s eyes scanned Riva from head to foot. The virginal white bra and panties belied Riva’s sexual sophistication.

Kiki undid the sash of her robe and allowed her robe to open. Riva looked intensely Kiki’s tits. She slid her friend’s robe down her shoulders and arms. Kiki stood in knee socks, black shoes and pink panties. Her dark hair was held back from her face by a pink ribbon that matched her little girl panties. Riva moved behind Kiki and draped her arms over the smaller girl. She teased Kiki’s nipples to hardness as the girl moaned. She cupped the swells of skin and fat that were so like the breasts of a preadolescent.

Riva felt her herself getting hard as Kiki reached back and grabbed her panty covered crotch. She slid her hand over Kiki’s mons , between her legs.

"Kiki," screamed Riva as he wrapped her hand around Kiki’s cock. "You’re like me!"

Kiki simultaneously eased Riva’s cock from her panties and pressed it against the cleft of her ass. "Thank you, thank you for having a cock."

The laughed and cried as they fell to the floor exploring each other’s most intimate parts with eyes, with fingers, with tongues. The excitement of discovering their common secret accelerated the arousal of the pair of special girls. Cockheads were swallowed greedily. Too quickly they exploded in mutual orgasm.

The two most unusual girls in the school were ecstatic as they lay hand in hand in the afterglow of their mutual revelation and mutual orgasm. They turned on their sides to face each other. The kiss was flavored with their cum. Each took her lover’s cock in her hand and guided it to the head of her own. The sensitive baby soft skin of the cockheads was even more sensitive from the sexual intensity they had experienced moments before.

They rubbed cock against cock as they kissed tenderly but deeply.

Riva pushed loose form her lover. She checked the hall before reclosing the door and sliding the bolt shut. Kiki rose and stood facing the other girl/boy who was now her lover. She pushed her hair off her shoulders baring her neck in a gesture that was as alluring as it was submissive. Riva stared in disbelief at the slender girlish proportions of her lover whose cock she had just eaten. A high arched foot supported a exquisitely sculpted ankle. Sturdy but smooth calves, curvaceous but firm thighs, a pert rump which was small, firm and rounded over which two dimples drew one’s eye to the tiny waist above the swell of widening hips that should have belonged to a girl entering adolescence. Tiny mounds that hardly needed the support of a brassiere were surmounted by tender pink aureoles peaked with nipples. The incongruity of her very ample, very serviceable cock betrayed the illusion that this was a girl.

And yet this did nothing to lessen the allure Kiki held for Riva. Indeed, any open minded person of either sex couldn’t help but be drawn to this young beauty made all the more complete, all the more fascinating, all the more enticing, all the more irresistible my her special endowment.

Riva’s tongue swept over her lips as she stepped toward Kiki. Her own cock grew hard even before she stepped close to Kiki. Riva kissed Kiki as she reached behind her and cupped her ass cheeks in the palms of her hand. She felt Kiki’s very erect cock slide between her thighs and press against her balls. Kiki worked her arms under Riva’s. She pushed one foot between Riva’s and spread her lover’s legs as they stood in a deep kiss. With a strength surprising in one so slender and petite she worked her hands around Riva’s thighs and lifted her lover who wrapped her legs around her waist.

Kiki fell forward on top of Riva who kept her legs wrapped around Kiki’s waist as they tumbled onto the bed. Riva hungrily sucked each of Kiki’s aggressively hard nipples. She whimpered and twisted her head each time Kiki teased by pulling her nipples out of the reach of Riva’s wildly moving tongue.

Kiki stuck out her tongue and lowered her face to Riva’s whose wildly darting tongue flicked across Kiki’s! They lingered like that for several minutes as tongue tickled tongue yet each time Riva attempted to convert this teasing game to a kiss Kiki drew her face out of reach. Kiki’s hand massaged Riva’s swollen balls. She punctuated the massage with occasional twist and pinches that caused the uncontrollably aroused Riva to yelp and moan by turns. Bookish, innocent Kiki had taken control of their love making.

Kiki pressed he finger against Riva’s lips. Riva took the cue and sucked Kiki’s finger into her mouth as if it were a cock. As Riva sucked on her lover’s finger Kiki guided Riva’s mouth to her cock. She drew her finger out go Riva’s mouth as the deliriously aroused Riva turned her oral attention to Kiki’s furious hard-on.

Riva moaned and writhed as Kiki shoved her wet finger into Riva’s hole.

Taking Riva by her hair she pulled her face off her cock leaving it glistening with saliva. She drew Riva’s ear to her mouth, teased it with her breath and with her tongue. "Tell me what you want! Beg me to give you what you want!"

Riva’s face contorted in the pain and ecstasy of unfulfilled desire. "Fuck me! Please, please fuck me! I love you forever. Fuck me forever!"

Riva rolled onto her back pulling Kiki over her. She spread her legs wider and kissed Kiki as the smaller trannie pressed her cock against Riva’s tiny, virgin rosebud. Kiki pressed her arms against Riva’s thighs as she thrust into her.

Riva moaned as she experienced a burning sensation that heightened the flood of sexual feelings that swept over her. She grabbed Kiki’s ass and pulled her deeper into her body. Kiki’s hand caught Riva’s cock causing moan even more wildly as she was fucked and jerked off by Kiki.

Kiki felt her own orgasm build as an electricity spread from her cock to the tips of her toes. Her limbs went rigid and spasmed wildly as wave after wave of screeching bliss swept over her! Her throbbing cock pumped what seemed like gallons of cum into Riva’s tight asshole as Riva clenched her anal muscles even more tightly around Kiki’s pulsating cock. Kiki’s hand flexed and relaxed repeatedly as it remained wrapped around Riva’s swollen dick. Riva screamed as she spurted her cum over her belly.

Kiki collapsed atop Riva who lay back exhausted after the intense and gratifying orgasm she had experienced during her first fuck. Kiki nipped Riva’s earlobe as the two began to stir once more.

"Thank you," Riva whispered into Kiki’s ear.

"Did you like that?

"Like it? It was magnificent! My first fuck with another trannie. Nothing will ever match this. You’re just so wonderful. Kiki, I love you."

Kiki kissed Riva full on the mouth as she began to laugh. "You’re first fuck? I don’t believe this! My first too. And I was so worried that I wouldn’t compare favorably to your other lover’s."

Riva responded by spanking Kiki on her bare butt while the trannie lay on top of her giggling and laughing by turns.

"Ow! What was that for?"

Two reasons. First of all I like the way it feels when I do that to you. Secondly and more important for now was to shut you up. It’s late and we don’t need to draw any attention to ourselves.

"We can’t afford to be discovered. And we have to make sure Renee knows nothing about what we really are and nothing about our relationship. That bag of conceit did what she did because her German offended her. She’s not the type to put herself at risk unless it was for personal reasons.

"Her German probably was ready to toss her out or at least not to take her to his new duty station. She was insulted and in the heat of the moment overpowered him, set up the scene, called the guard and vanished.

"Her German is humiliated and has an agonizing wait before he’s hanged.

"She would be in jealous rage if she suspected that others were enjoying the girl love she is trying to explore with Veronique. That conceited bitch would destroy any girl who was experiencing the pleasure she only dares to hint at. And so much worse for girls who have dicks.

"We no longer can trust her. It may be time for us to do some damage and move on. Some quiet place where we can wait out the war with no fear of exposure. But perhaps first we should see to Renee Fodourin."

"I understand," said Kiki as she dressed. "I won’t even risk walking across the landing to my room without appearing the proper lady.

"Still, I want you to know that I prefer to spend the night in your bed."

"I know and I want you here with me. But that must wait."

 

Kiki rose early the next morning. She thought of the wonderful dream she had last night. She dreamed that Riva had a cock like hers and that they had made passionate love. She noticed the love bites on her shoulders and knew it was no dream. Kiki admired her image in the mirror. She was unsettled by one undeniable factor. She was cut, circumcised. Kiki had always hoped that if she had been taken by the Nazis she could pass herself off as a little girl, maybe even provide sexual satisfaction were she fortunate enough to spot an officer who had an eye for boy/girls. News had reached the school of the unspeakable treatment Jews were receiving at the hands of the Nazis. She would be the innocent adolescent girl ; she would kill any man who tried to steal her honor and thus discover she was not only a boy but a Jew.

 

The Nazi officers had taken the dining rooms and kitchens of St. Judo’s as their own. The girls and staff still ate in the dining room but they were squeezed tightly with eight girls to a table instead of the previous four. Most girls avoided eye contact with the despised Huns. Not Renee Fodourin. She offered the younger officers liberal views of her inner thighs at every opportunity. When it was her turn to serve them, she made sure her firm breasts pressed against their shoulders or backs.

She was accosted by a lieutenant as she left the dining hall after one of her better exhibitions of her legs and her lingerie. "I’m told your name is Renee. I already see that you have very adequate charms for one so young. That you are French does not put me off. I would like to be more intimately acquainted with your charms. Perhaps you have imagination and creativity to utilize the charms you so efficiently display."

"But you may never know." The tip of Renee’s tongue showed between her teeth as she flashed a superior smile at this youthful officer. "Perhaps you care to help me study. I need help with biology, practical application of biology."

They met in a secluded room near the top of the main building. Their stealthy movement merely announced that someone was up to no good as they passed the rooms of the students in that stairwell. The two rooms on the last landing belonged to Kiki and Riva.

Renee placed her hand in the lieutenant’s tunic, teased his smooth skin with her talons. She undid his trousers and grasped his balls as she pressed her lips against his. His trousers fell around his ankles hobbling him. Renee’s knee drove into his exposed balls. He moaned and clutched his balls. Renee caught his leg and lifted. He tumbled onto his back. Renee stood over him as she raised her skirt. "You’ll eat my cunt," she ordered. But the lieutenant was not so nearly out of it as she suspected. He kicked Renee’s ankle sending the girl sprawling in pain. He was on her, holding her down as he punched her face.

Renee’s eyes were swollen, her lips cut before he stopped. "On your knees like the dog you are!"

Renee hastened to assume a dog like kneeling position as the lieutenant violently penetrated her ass hole. Renee wept and whimpered as the bully came. Taking advantage of his orgasm, the girl spilled her adversary onto his side and leapt on him. Her nails found his face.

An instant later the now recovered man caught her wrists and held tightly as he rose to his feet. "Bitch, you’re going to die...now!"

He dragged her to the window and pulled her to her feet. He pushed her upper body over the sill. His hand slipped under her crotch as her skirt was raised to waist. But there was no erotic intent. He meant simply to dump her out the window to the concrete yard below.

The door opened quietly as Riva and Kiki entered. Riva kicked the exhausted man’s knee. He released Renee just as Kiki caught her around the waist and pulled her back into the room. Riva shoved his face against the stone window frame. Blood shot from his broken nose. Again she drove his face against the stone. He lay across the sill, his body over the edge. Riva lifted his ankles and slowly lifted as the lieutenant recovered enough to beg for the mercy he failed to show Renee.

"But you are such a strong man, such a fine example of the ‘master race’ that I know you will be able to hang on...But for how long?"

Riva allowed the victim to catch hold of the sill with his hands. It would be a matter of only a few minutes before his remaining strength would ebb and he would fall to his death, the death he had planned for Renee.

"Good night lieutenant. We must leave you. I’m sure you will not hang around for long."

They left the room and closed the door. Renee turned and reached for the doorknob. "I must see him fall to his death!"

"No! He’s still dangerous. Stay out of there."

"Who are you to talk to me like this? It was I who softened him up so you could beat him."

"He was about to throw you from the window! Think about how close you came to being thrown to your death!"

Renee darted back into the room before the two trannies could stop her. She leaned out the window bending close to the face of her struggling adversary. She spat in the face of her former tormentor who was rapidly losing his grip. Suddenly his hand lashed out, caught Renee’s hair and held fast as he fell. He pulled Renee through the window as he fell.

"May God have mercy on her troubled soul," said Riva with all sincerity.

"You are too kind to her memory," responded Kiki. "Renee had talents, gifts but her arrogance got in the way of everything. The sad part is that the girl gained no contentment from being that way. But enough. We must invent a story to protect the school."

"Well we did come up here to investigate the strange noise. We saw them succumbing to their animal lusts as they sat on the window still. I was not certain what was going on as I am properly raised girl as is Henriette. But in the throes of their passion they leaned too far over and fell."

"Wonderful! We avoid any details. Now we must raise a hue and cry. Perhaps it has been reported as we speak."

The two boy/girls raced down the stairs and made their way to Madame Preo’s quarters.

A short time later an SS officer addressed Madame Preo.

"So. You are who I thought. The same Madame Preo I met so often in Berlin. I thought it impossible that you could exist in such a quiet place."

Madame Preo stood behind her desk and extended her hand for the SS officer to kiss.

"An unusual place for me. I plan to go back to my work in higher education when the war is over. But Aloise, isn’t the SS an unusual place for someone of your, er, sensitive nature to serve?"

"Perhaps. But there is aside to me you never knew. I have needs I never spoke of to you. My position allows me to recruit young people to serve me even as I serve the Reich. Please don’t think I take unfair advantage. By serving my needs, they have assured that they are protected and can readily endure the rigors of the war."

"The rigors of the way your so called master race treats any and all who are not Aryans. Such deliberate nonsense.

"You will want to interview the girls. I must insist on being present. I’m charged with their well being."

"That would be highly irregular. However, considering what we shared I can make an exception but you will say nothing to anyone."

"Thank you. I’ll call them in.

Aloise signaled for the stenographer he brought with his troops. She was of medium height and build. The one piece dress fell softly over her hips. Her legs were shown to advantage in high heels and silk stockings, a commodity becoming rarer by the day in occupied France. She tilted her head to the side as she pushed her long blond hair from her face.

"Catherine, you are to wait here and be ready to take down my report. I will speak to the girls with only Dr. Preo present. I may have need of you for other matters when we return to my quarters."

Catherine was left alone. A knock at the door startled her out of her reveries.

"Oh, forgive me. I thought Madame Preo would be here."

"No need for an apology. Madame Preo is in the adjacent room. Two girls who saw the mishap are being interviewed. It seems Madame Preo knew our leader in Berlin. They may wish to...to reminisce before the night is over."

"Forgive my staring but you look very much like someone in my town. There was boy..."

"And what village may that be?"

"Not a village but Reims, where our kings were crowned."

"I know of Reims. I believe my mother had family connections there. It is likely a family resemblance you recognize. It can be nothing more."

"To be sure. But there is something about you that is both familiar and fascinating to me. If I may be so bold, you have an allure, a seductiveness that I find so very appealing."

Catherine blushed as she drew her skirt over her knees. She extended her leg as she smoothed her stocking.

"Did you know the poor girl who died so unfortunately?"

"We were friendly. She erred tragically by allowing herself to be seduced by a Hun. I have no feeling of loss."

Veronique was now a few inches from Catherine. She ran her hand trough the girl’s fine blond hair letting her fingers become entangled. She turned Catherine’s face toward her own and kissed her.

"Of course you’re from Reims. We shared early kisses. I would know the sweetness of your kiss a hundred years from now. You’re so special. I’m hurt that you deny knowing me."

Veronique’s hand was under Catherine’s skirt. It came to rest on the warmth of her skin above the top of silk stocking. Her finger tips strayed over the sleek panties as she traced the cock that was concealed under the thin fabric.

"You’re so much better at being a girl now than you were when we played together and I let you dress in my clothes."

"Veronique, please. I am accepted and protected by this SS man. He has been good to others. I would be so happy if I could give myself over to you but I fear it might be very bad for us both if he found us out."

"I loved you once but that was before you were a collaborator. I will never allow that I know you. Be sure you never show the least recognition of me. I would not want to be thought of as knowing collaborators."

Tears ran down Catherine’s cheeks. "You who once loved me as I am must understand how vulnerable a girl like me is."

Veronique was gone form the room before Catherine finished speaking.

 

SS officer Aloise Einander dictated his report of the interview to the pretty Catherine. He kissed Madame Preo’s hand once more as he took leave. "We must reminisce one of these evenings. May I still call you Louise?

"Studying English under your firm tutelage was a rare pleasure even in Berlin.

Perhaps a refresher lesson or two might be of value.

"As for your lovely young girls, I’m sure that they were merely chance witnesses to the unfortunate accident. There will be further inquiry concerning their involvement in this matter. Perhaps they can help me with my English studies. Poor Catherine is too much a lady to assist me in those matters."

Catherine looked genuinely hurt by these off-hand remarks. Two rejections in one evening were too much. "I beg to differ Herr Einander. But you know my prowess and the gifts with which I’m endowed that set me apart from most women."

Aloise Einander glowered at the beautiful trannie. "Who gave you permission to speak to me in such tones?" He was angry enough to destroy her on the spot. He dared not! His underlings would then know that his lover of the last several weeks was a boy. That would not bode well for him.

Catherine met his gaze and stared into his soul until he averted his eyes. "I will live here except for my regular work day in your office. That is if Madame Preo is willing to allow the imposition."

"It’s no imposition to have such a beautiful and gifted daughter of France stay with us. You are more than welcome to join us here."

Aloise Einander left in a sullen mood.

Madame Preo spoke to Riva and Kiki. "You must leave here but not just yet. They will be watching the school. After a few days it will be safe. St. Jude’s will be too closely scrutinized for you two to risk exposure.

"Conventional bourgeois morality created a world which welcomed the Nazis. You two represent a superior, more highly refined humanity. We need you and those like you to create a new order of freedom when the war is settled. You are too valuable to loose. We will find a safer place for you both."

Riva opened the door to the main building. She was no longer the frail, vulnerable boy who was so powerless even in that provincial village. Riva pressed Kiki’s hand in her own. They smiled at each other. It was a serious smile. Each knew that Madame Preo would soon send them away from St. Jude’s the better to enable them to weather the coming storm.

Madame Preo spoke to Catherine as the young secretary shifted her weight from foot to foot in the manner of a schoolgirl waiting to be chastised.

"Do seat yourself and stop fidgeting." Madame Preo spoke firmly. "I understand more about you than you realize. A girl of your nature is too rare to give succor to those ridiculous and awful Nazis.

"No, say nothing. Just listen. I understand that you may have accepted protection from Aloise Einander because your special nature makes you feel vulnerable."

"I have no idea what you speak of. You’re quite mad." Catherine rose to leave. Her face contorted as she fought back tears.

Madame Preo stepped in front the desk. "You’re bravery is wasted. Don’t try to tough it out with me. Show some sense!"

The older woman pressed her hands against Catherine’s shoulders and forced her into the chair. Madame’s hand was on Catherine’s thigh pushing the girl’s skirt over the her stocking tops. Catherine winced as Madame’s hand tightened over her crotch.

"Don’t take me for a fool," smiled Madame. "And wear a gaff if you don’t wish to have yourself fondled."

Suddenly Catherine leaped up and launched herself at Madame Preo with all her strength. Madame Preo was now flat on her back with Catherine’s hands around her throat. Madame bucked but couldn’t get the young trannie off her. She slipped her hands between Catherine’s arms and broke her grip. Placing her hand under Catherine’s jaw she sent the young boy/girl backwards. Her shapely, well muscled calves caught the now weeping Catherine in a head scissors.

"Fool! I am about to offer you salvation..."

"No, no. It’s hopeless. I know it’s wrong to consort with those vermin but my own townspeople shunned me. There was only one who accepted me and she no longer does. Veronique Rochambeau was the only one who accepted me, who allowed me to be what I really am but now she too has spurned me. There’s nothing left."

"Just calm yourself and listen. You’re not so unique as you want to think yourself. There was a world in Paris and other cities for girls like you. It will be that way again. Be what you must be and preserve your self-respect. Get away from Einander. He is evil. You will be destroyed if you stay with him."

Catherine stopped thrashing. Madame felt her body relax and so eased the head scissors. As she rose to her feet she offered Catherine her hand. The trannie accepted Madame’s hand but as she rose began to flail at the older gg.

"Wild girl, contain yourself."

Madame caught Catherine’s wrist and with her freehand yanked the trannie’s panties to her knees. Hobbled by her own panties, Catherine was even at an even greater disadvantage against the older, larger, more powerful woman.

Still clutching Catherine by the wrist, Madame sat calmly in the chair at the side of the desk. She spread her thighs as she pushed Catherine over her knees. Madame’s knees snapped together trapping Catherine’s now hard cock. Pressing Catherine down by the back of her neck, Madame used her other hand spank the now chastened boy/girl who yelped with each resounding slap on her pale, firm ass.

"No, no! Please Madame. I’ll listen. I want to be free of those devils. Please tell me how."

A knock at the office door delayed the revelation Catherine was suddenly so eager to accept. Madame rose spilling Catherine from her lap to the floor. The trannie raised her hips as she lay on her back and slid her panties over her male attributes.

Riva and Kiki were startled to see Aloise Einander’s secretary seated on the floor in such disarray with her makeup smeared by her own tears. They quickly signaled each other to say nothing of their own secrets in front of this French girl who so willingly performed secretarial duties and heaven only knows what other, more intimate chores for the despicable Nazis.

"Thank you for coming to my office so promptly. Catherine here was just sharing with me some of her very unusual qualities. You see she is a type so rare here in the provinces but well known and accepted in places like Paris and London, even Berlin before that beautiful city was ruined by her friends."

"They were never my friends. They were simply useful. But I will take Madame’s advice and leave them. I must shock two such overly protected spoiled daughters of the bourgeoisie.

"Look carefully. See what sets me above the herd." Catherine raised her skirt to her hips. Resting one hand on her panties to hold her skirt up, she ran the other hand over the front of her panties to reveal the outline of her cockhead.

Kiki and Riva stared in feigned shock.

"You cannot comment. So!" With that Catherine pulled her panty crotch aside to further awe, or so she believed, the two over-protected little schoolgirls.

Catherine very calmly adjusted her garter tabs, smoothed her skirt down and walked out of the office.

"I’ll be outside until you are through pampering those brats," she called over her shoulder.

"Try to bear with Catherine. We must get her out of the picture. You will take her with you when you leave. This will allow us to manipulate Einander. He has eyes for no one other than Catherine.

"Catherine, when she was still a boy had an affair of the heart with Veronique who now despises her for the collaborator she is. That may be of use to us.

"We must change Einander’s perception of Catherine to prevent him from pursuing Catherine when she leaves."

A few days later Einander stormed into Madame Doctor Preo’s office. He fumed.

"Louise, you have taken advantage of my good nature and lenient treatment of this brothel of a school to allow two of your sluts to sneak off with my secretary. They are gone!"

"You will not talk to me in that manner and you may no longer call me Louise!" A full roundhouse backhand slap sent the officer’s head reeling.

The side door of the office opened and Catherine entered. "You miss me? But you have yet to know the true Catherine."

The bewildered officer stared in amazed awe. Catherine wore an ankle length black dress slit almost to the crotch in front. Black patent leather opera pumps over sheer black stockings enhanced her fine legs. White silk panties called attention to her full mons. The corset pushed her small breasts over the low cut neckline. Her blond hair was cut in bangs and parted in the middle. Elbow length black kidskin gloves set off her soft upper arms.

She pressed her face against the shocked officer’s as Madame stepped behind and took his pistol from the holster.

"Does this innocent small town girl frighten the big bad officer?" Catherine hissed into his ear as she drew back.

"But where is the angel I so protected and so well treated?"

"Perhaps that angel never existed or has been sent a labor camp like her predecessors. Oh yes, I’m still angel but an angel of hell! And I will treat you to the torments of the damned before I take my leave."

"Bitch! You read all my records. What else have you found out?"

"I know everything. But above all I cow how vulnerable you are to certain pleasures. A full disclosure will be sent to Waffen SS headquarters by my friends should any mishap befall me or anyone in this school."

Einander was in a cold sweat as he blanched at the realization that Catherine wasn’t likely bluffing.

"What I can I give to you, do for you?"

"You have nothing I need or want!"

The girl head-butted the shocked officer’s face. The top of her head struck his nose with unbelievable force. He bellowed as he brought his hand to his face. He stared in disbelief at the blood in his hands.

"I kill you for this," he snarled as he reached for the gun.

Madame spoke provocatively. "You seek this, yes? Shocking that this little girl has so overwhelmed you.

"You’ll phone your office and have a car sent here. It is to be left." Madame held the pistol under his ear. "Don’t give warning. You may see being shot through the head as a heroic out from your uncomfortable situation. We shall see."

Madame forced the quivering man to her desk. "Wait one moment." She moved the pistol from his head to his crotch. "Now call for I’m certain you will not risk losing that useless ornament you call your dick!"

Catherine giggled as she approached Einander who complied with Madame’s orders. She licked his ear, drew back and whispered even as he spoke on the phone. "Let’s play rough some more. Perhaps I can break your nose this time." She sunk her fingernails into his ear and twisted.

Catherine sneered as his cock swelled under his trousers.

 

Half an hour later Veronique responded to an urgent request to report to Madame’s office. Madame explained the situation to Veroniqoe before reuniting her with Catherine who had resumed a more ordinary style of dress.

Veronique spoke softly as she embraced her once and future lover. "I would love to go with you but it will be harder for you to remain undercover. I will find you in Paris if it takes forever."

Catherine kissed the tears from Veronique’s cheeks. The kiss reached to the depths of their souls.

Madame spoke to Kiki and Riva. You’ll leave tomorrow instead of tonight. Catherine and Veronique deserve one night together. They may never have another opportunity top share their bodies."

"We’ll leave tonight. The car will remain here. They believe we’re already gone so they won’t search as long as the car is still here. We’ll stay nearby and wait for Catherine."

"There is a village on the Seine not far from Paris. Go there. Wait a few days. If Catherine fails to show you must move on. Save yourselves. Split up if need be. Fate will reunite you if you both survive."

A few hours later Riva and Kiki moved through the shadows of trees and barns. The sun rose to see them sleeping under a haystack several miles from St. Jude’s. They were dressed non-descriptly as though they were young girls out for a hiking tour of the countryside. Their few belongings were in capacious knapsacks they carried easily.

They made their way into a village along the Seine where they bought a frugal breakfast of rolls and coffee. A pair of German soldiers paused to eye them suspiciously. Riva made brief eye contact then lowered her eyes while adjusting her flowing skirt. Her ploy was effective. The embarrassed German turned uncomfortably and resumed patrolling the almost empty street.

They loitered in the area for a few days. Catherine failed to arrive.

A roadblock a few days later caused the two boy/girls to scatter in separate directions. Events kept driving them further away from each other until all that remained was the hope they would reunite in a liberated Paris.

 

August 1944 saw Paris liberated by a French army led by Charles De Gaulle. Public celebration and ceremony was ever present. The liberation was marked with more abandon in private revelries.

Riva made her way through the crowded streets. She had found a small apartment in a working class quarter. A brasserie in a middle class area hired her as a cashier. She saved her money. Riva had her hair done properly and bought a smart but conservative wardrobe. She indulged herself in two luxuries. Fine lingerie and foundations were the first. Her second and more practical indulgence was to start dance lessons.

Her landlady noted that the beautiful girl wasted her life. She had no friends of either sex. When not working or practicing her dance she scanned the personal notices of the newspapers for some sign from Helga Maurer or of Henriette Couperin.

Riva’s eyes filled with tears as she sat in the local library reading old magazines and newspapers. St. Jude’s had been destroyed by the Germans. The girls had been taken away to forced labor in camps or were made to service German officers in special brothels. The leaders of the school had been executed for plots and outrages against the Nazis. She sobbed openly.

Riva lay her head no her arms and cried unashamedly. She felt a gentle hand on her shoulder and looked up to see a young librarian offering her a lace edged hankie.

"Feel free to show your emotions. Perhaps you’ll feel better in my office."

"Thank you. Yes, please."

The shapely but severely dressed woman sat on the edge of her desk as Riva sipped a glass of Calvadoes. The brandy warmed her.

The woman wore a tailored suit whose skirt reached down to the middle of her calves. She had hiked the skirt up to allow freedom of movement when she seated herself on her perch on the edge of the desk. The stockings had a gray tint which highlighted her full calves. As Riva recovered she allowed her eyes to follow the curve of this woman’s thighs as they disappeared under the concealing skirt.

The woman was odd looking but beautiful in her unusual way. As she rmoved her thick glasses Riva noticed the almond shaped oriental eyes, the flattish nose.

"So you notice I’m different. Eurasian. Okay? Or do you who were spared by the Nazis see others on a lower rung of humanity? I’m different. Nothing more, nothing less. Just different.

"I’m sorry you didn’t deserve that in your pain. Forgive me."

"No, no. I was being rude by staring. You’re very kind. I too have the experience of being different."

"Yes?"

"It is not easy for me to talk about what I am, especially difficult with strangers."

"Perhaps I can take you to lunch. Then we may no longer be strangers. I am called Francine."

This strange, exotic woman took Riva by the hand and raised her to her feet.

She drew Riva to he. Their lips almost touched. Riva’s heart pounded. She was experiencing emotions she thought were lost forever. Her cock tingled and started to strain against the open bottom girdle.

They strolled hand in hand to a cellar restaurant several blocks away. As they descended the few stairs Rive noticed to woman in a deep kiss against the wall of the waiting area. A lesbian gathering place! That was fine with Riva.

Her companion stepped to the cashier’s cage and asked for a table in the corner.

"Veronique will take care of you in moment."

Riva’s heart pounded at the sound of the name. "Get a hold of your heart, girl," Riva said to herself. There are many, many Veroniques in France."

An almost emaciated blonde carrying two menus showed them to a quiet corner table. Certainly not the Veronique Riva had in mind.

"And where is the other Veronique?"

The waitress responded with an air of disapproval. "She leaves us to work a busy day while she goes of on her eternal quest for her Catherine. I hope she finds the girl. I would love to see what makes her so special."

Riva knew enough not to ask who too much about this Veronique but a firm, matter-of-fact statement might confirm her hopes

"You haven’t known Veronique Rochambeau for long. She is a person of great loyalty. I knew her in school at the start of the war. She would never give up on a friend."

The blonde blushed. "Sorry. I cast no aspersion on your friend’s values. She suffered greatly at the hands of the Nazis. She is a beautiful, determined lady . Who shall I say was by?"

"Say nothing. I will surprise her."

"As you wish."

A week later Riva got a phone call from the girl she came to think of as Veronique the Blonde. "I must talk to you in person. I have some sad news."

The pair met in a mutually convenient street. Riva suggested they talk over an aperitif at an outdoor table. The Blonde Veronique suggested a corner table inside despite the mild evening.

"I have sad news. I know what hardships you shared with Veronique at school. She thought well of you.

"She had been very sad of late. Her quest to find Catherine had become an obsession. I understand Catherine was a boy who had been happier leading the life of a girl. Veronique loved him or more properly her.

"She had learned that Catherine was killed by the Nazis. This profoundly saddened her. Veronique spoke of killing herself saying only death could heal her pain. After a few weeks the cloud lifted. Veronique was at peace, almost beatific.

"She left a note for me at the restaurant on her day off. I saved it for you. She write that she was going to join Catherine. I was in a panic!

"I asked the proprietess to have one of the other girls take my tables. I raced to Veronique’s rooms but she wasn’t there. There was a stretch on the Seine embankment that she particularly loved. I arrived too late. The police had just pulled her body from the Seine."

 

Riva made it her business to see Francine at the library often. By this time they had enjoyed several dinners together at the restaurant. Nothing had yet come of these meetings.

Riva found Francine easy to talk to, easy to be with and even easier to look at.

As they left Francine took Riva by her wrists, leaned against her as he pressed her to the wall and covered Riva’s mouth with her own. Francine’s tongue snaked into Riva’s mouth. Riva’s cock was dripping precum into her panties when their mouths parted.

"Please, Francine. I am very drawn to you but I fear you might disappointed in what I am. I fear hurting you."

"No my darling. Veronique and I have been intimate on and off. Pillow talk is often confessorial. She told me what makes Catherine so different and so special.

" I was so aroused at the thought of a woman lover with a real cock that Veronique gave me multiple orgasms by telling me details of their love making.

"She also told me of two girls at school who were like Catherine. One was Henriette who was called Kiki. The other was called Riva. There may be many Henriette’s around, even many called Kiki but there so few Riva’s and only one who would know Veronique Rochambeau.

"And there few women with a cock or without who are as beautiful and as desirable as you. Riva, I want to eat your cock, feel it in me. Come to my apartment."

 

The apartment was as exotic and as unusual as Francine. Objets d’ art from French Indo-China decorated the tastefully furnished space. Incense burned under photos of Francine’s parents. A handsome French officer wrapped his arm around an exquisitely beautiful and delicate Indo-Chinese girl. This Asian shrine was balanced by the crucifix on Francine’s bedroom chest of drawers.

Francine opened a bottle of Frosnac and filled two glasses half full. She arranged some Brie on a platter and sliced a baguette.

The beautiful, sophisticated Eurasian leaned back into an easy chair. She slid her skirt past her knees. Her fingers casually undid the upper buttons of her opaque blouse as she swirled the wine in her glass before breathing its aroma.

Riva brought the plate of cheese to Francine who slipped a small piece of Brie into Riva’s mouth. Riva held Francine’s hand as she chewed and swallowed. A sip of wine. She kissed Francine’s finger tip. Another sip of wine. Riva drew Francine’s finger into her mouth past the first joint. Her tongue tickled the fingertip. Her mouth formed a perfect vacuum. Francine quivered.

"You know you’re thinking about me doing that to your clit."

Francine drew Riva’s face to her own. Francine stood before the now seated Riva.

She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Her blouse was next. The chemise clung to her full curves, highlighting the sensual abundance that was so clearly from her French ancestry.

"My body is French," whispered Francine. "But what I do with it and what I do to my lovers’ bodies is as exotic as anything in Asia."

She led Riva to the bedroom. Francine took a small box and placed it on the nightstand before she undressed Riva.

Francine sat on the edge of the bed as Riva stood between her thighs in stockings, bra and girdle. Francine pulled the girdle up as far as possible to give her unfettered access to the boy/girl’s dripping cock. Her tongue greedily swept the precum into her mouth. Riva fell onto the bed as Francine drove her wild with her tongue over her cock and balls. Riva exploded in a screaming orgasm as Francine hungrily swallowed every drop of cum that pulsed down her throat.

It took time for Riva to recover her energies but her cock was soon hard under Francine’s ministrations.

Riva lay on her back as Francine lowered her dripping cunt on her cock. Francine’s fingers traced quivers of delight around Riva’s aureoles as Rive reached up and fondled Francine’s not inconsiderable tits.

Suddenly Francine pressed herself against Riva. Reaching down, she squeezed Riva’s throbbing balls. Riva was lost in an even greater wave of arousal. Francine took a string of faux pearls from the box she had placed on the night stand then rolled over so that Riva was on top. Her mouth locked on Riva’s in a desperate, writhing kiss. As the rhythm of their fucking increased, Francine pushed first one pearl, then another into Riva’s asshole until a most the entire string was in her bottom. Francine’s tongue teased Riva’s ear as her hand grasped the base of the boy/girl’s cock. Under Francine’s manipulation Riva erupted in wave after wave of screaming moaning ecstasy made more intense and prolonged by Francine’s pulling the string of pearls from her bottom.

Suddenly Francine bucked as she too came.

The lovers lay spent in the almost mystical afterglow of their intense mutual orgasm.

Within a few weeks Francine was pressing Riva to move in with her. Riva resisted claiming need for space.

"But darling, my place is so much better situated, roomier..." Francine sat in the dim evening light as she all but begged Riva to move in with her, share her apartment and her life.

"Love, I’m not ready to give up my freedom, my space. ‘Forever’ might happen between us but not just yet."

Riva kissed the tears that were rolling down Francine’s cheeks.

"Damn," thought Riva to herself. "I love her but I really have to keep trying to find Kiki."

Francine had wrapped her arms around Riva’s thighs and slowly raised her skirt. She nuzzled the trannie’s cock, nipped at it through her panties.

"You are impossible, Francine. I’ve got a dance class to teach in half an hour. You’re skills deserve much more time than that."

"You are so driven...Don’t you understand how badly I want you..." Francine sounded ready to cry in earnest.

"And I want you. But I have to work...."

"So now you envy that my family provided for me!"

"No, no. I’ve never felt that."

Riva grabbed Francine’s face and kissed her hard.

"Does that convince you? I’ll phone at your job in the morning. We’ll meet for a drink in the afternoon. The place we first went to. And besides we haven’t seen Veronique, either Veronique in a week."

"Blonde Veronique is on vacation. Shows how well you listen to what people say. Just go. I’m hurt"

 

"No I’m sorry Francine doesn’t wish to take phone calls from you. She asked me to tell you that if it is important to speak to her she’ll be available at lunch time at the restaurant you went to the first time you were together."

"Thank you," Riva fumed as she listened to the mechanically polite woman’s voice at the library switchboard. "That petulant witch! She knows I can’t leave the bistro at lunch. She’s too much. If she can’t have her way she spoils things for everyone! Time to end this"

Riva wrote a brief note to Francine. Their relationship was over due to Francine’s spoiled brat behavior. She gave the note to a slow witted but reliable boy who occasionally helped clean up and run errands for the bistro.

He returned an hour later. "I placed it in her hand. She asked me to wait while she read it. She gave me more money and said to tell that selfish Riva she has one more chance after work at our special table. I told he must mean someone I don’t know. The Riva I know is a very kind and generous lady even to me. She became angry and sent me away."

Riva smiled and kissed the boy on the cheek.

 

"I owe us both at least the formality of saying good-bye. I will have a drink with her."

The street in front of the restaurant was cordoned off by the police. A crowd had gathered. A terrorist bomb had exploded in the office above the restaurant destroying the cellar level restaurant and all in it. There were no signs of survivors.

 

Riva resumed her previous lifestyle. The bistro, dance lessons, and teaching dance at he school. A memorial service in the lesbian community was held for those killed in the bombing. Veronique La Blonde had been off work that afternoon. Riva was delighted to see her.

"You were so kind and generous to share Veronique’s death with me. I can never show you how very grateful I am for your consideration."

"It was the least I could do for Veronique’s memory. Please call me Niki. All my real friends do. Especially my intimate friends."

Riva felt warm and gratified by the unaffected openness of this cute rather than beautiful girl who was so ordinary, so wholesome except in her sexual preferences. Riva pressed Niki’s hand in her own. They held hands for the duration of the service.

They faced each other still holding hands as they left the small church.

"Veronique told me any things about the girls at St. Jude’s. You and Kiki were the most unusual. I dreamed of such girls since I was about nine. Really ideal for a girl like me. Best of both worlds."

Niki bent forward and kissed Riva lightly in the lips. She spoke from the heart. "Hello my intimate friend, the girl I dreamed of for all these years."

Niki was unselfish, kind, open and very easy to bear over a long period. Riva had no trouble when Niki suggested they find a new place to share so the neither would feel it was the other’s space. It worked well!

Riva and Niki celebrated their anniversary. Niki was going to college to better herself . Riva was trying to get her into dance. Life was sweet.

Three months later an envelope arrived from England bearing the return address of one, John M. Rhyss, a solicitor with an office in the Frunival’s Inn, The Temple, London.

"Why would a lawyer want to do business in an nn. Don’t they have law offices in England?"

"Niki, for a bright girl you are very poorly informed. An Inn of Court is an old complex of old buildings where lawyers, both barristers and solicitors have space."

"Why would I care to know about England?" She flung herself on the couch and rested her feet on the armrest. She made certain her skirt slid above her stocking tops in an attempt to divert Riva’s attention from the lengthy letter. Niki was in an affectionate mood.

Niki became petulant as Riva became more seriously absorbed in the letter.

"I guess I have to just frig myself," announced Niki to no one as she rested her finger tip on her slit through her panties.

Suddenly Riva was on the edge of the couch. She waved the letter in front of Niki’s face.

"You waste your time. I can’t read English."

"Darling, we’re wealthy. We must go to England. Helga Maurer, my mentor, my creator had established a fund for me. It has grown. On her death her not inconsiderable wealth to passed to me as well. It isn’t I alone but we who are rich.

"Mr. Rhyss finally located me. There are terms attached to the inheritance. We must go to England.

"This is rather much. We will celebrate with a weekend at St. Tropez."

 

The petite girl leaned back against the piano. She wore a white dress that was little more than a chemise with spaghetti straps and a square neckline. A spot light broke through the darkened stage and illuminated thie singer who all in the crowded cabaret had come to see.

Her shoulder length black hair was parted on the side. She pushed it back from face. "On le fait Mademoislle de Paris at la vie..." The vacationers from Paris were especially pleased with the opening song. They were delighted with this discovery. When this obscure cabaret singer would be a name in Paris and in New York they would boast to their friends that they had heard before she was famous.

The singer hoisted herself onto the piano. She nodded to accept the applause of the audience. She pivoted slightly raising her legs as she did and so affording the audience a generous view of the back of her black stockinged thighs as far as the taut garters.

More than a few men in the audience thought that it was such a waste that so beautiful a girl preferred the company of women even in the most intimate circumstances. Her popular success had brought many straight couples to the lesbian cabaret where she performed. Too many of the straight women found their panties were getting wet as they watched and listened to the beautiful singer. Some even decided to rid themselves of their male partners thus freeing themselves to explore the new and exciting feelings aroused by the singer.

"Quand elle me prend dans sa bras et elle me parle tout bas..." began the final song of the show. The effect was electrifying. The straight women in the audience, even more than the few men, strained to see down the singer’s cleavage as she bowed the standing ovation. Perfect but small breasts nestled in the lace cups of her black demi bra.

Riva and Niki settled into the small, well appointed hotel that catered to women whose relationships were with other women. The concierge suggested they make reservations to see a wonderful cabaret singer whose passionate songs were directed at other women. "You will not be disappointed. Kiki is uniquely wonderful. A rare combination of beauty and talent. A subtle seductiveness that is both charming and blatantly arousing."

Riva and Niki looked at her each other. "Can’t be her. Too much of a coincidence. There are just so many Kiki’s around."

"Oh, there is something else about Kiki. It is rumored she has a penis!"

"Please make reservations for us."

"You’ll not be disappointed."

"If it is the Kiki I knew and loved we may have to get used to a menage a trois," Said Riva as she sat on the edge of the bed in her bra and panties. She extended her leg, undid the garter tab and rolled the stocking down her leg. "Can’t be my Kiki. Just too many odd circumstances to bring us together after so long."

Niki leaned her elbows on the balcony rail. Her chin rested on her hands as she scanned the beach across from the hotel.

"I could get into a menage a trois if it were someone really, really special. She would have to be important to you...Oh, God!

"Where are the binoculars? I need a better look at this femme goddess."

Kiki focused the binoculars on the black haired beauty in the blue high cut maillot swim suit. The girl folded her beach towel, put it in her bag. She adjusted the large straw hat that framed her lovely face. She tied the high heel sandals around her slim, sculpted ankles and rose to her feet. The classic ritual of snapping the hem of her swimsuit over her bottom cheeks was never so flawlessly executed as by this girl.

"This would be my first choice for menage a trois. Come see."

"Really, Niki. I have only eyes for you."

You’re just being lazy. Would it get you here of I told you that she looks like your descriptions of Kiki Couperin?"

"Don’t be cruel. It doesn’t become you."

"Riva, I would never make light of your feelings for your Kiki. You should know that. Hurry before she’s gone."

"I do. That was unfair of me. Now let me see this goddess as you call her."

The girl would have been gone by the time Riva reached the window but for three of her younger fans who recognized her.

"Please forgive the intrusion miss Kiki but we would like your autograph."

 

Riva went pale as she peered through the binoculars. Niki rushed to her side.

"What is wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong. It is she. Kiki Couperin is here in St. Tropez. We will try to find her in the morning."

The phone rang. The concierge had obtained a table for two at Kiki’s performance!

 

Kiki froze as she scanned the audience. "My performance this evening is dedicated to Riva Fornier who I knew so well so long ago. She is here this evening with her companion. Please stand so the audience may know you."

Riva dabbed the tears from her eyes as she accepted the acknowledgment of Kiki and of the audience and of her heart. She pressed Niki’s hand hard in her own and held it through the entire performance.

Kiki motioned Riva and Niki to the stage as she accepted the final round of applause for the evening. Kiki stood between the pair, took their hands and raised them with her own as she acknowledged the enthusiasm of the crowd.

The ritual kisses on each cheek were followed by warmer, lingering kisses.

"Kiki, my life companion and I are going to England soon. We would like you to come with us."

Kiki had no relationships. Brief affairs were all she dared commit to. There was no one in her life. She had lived with her memories of Riva, had been sustained by the hope of reunion.

Kiki shook her head.

"But why not?"

"I have made my place here. We cannot relive the love we shared so long ago. I am not without a position in our small community.

"Do you remember what you told me Helga Maurer instilled in you?"

Riva nodded as she listened to the beautiful trannie she had loved so long ago.

Kiki continued. "We had to survive to create a new world order in which those like us would set a standard of freedom and in so doing create a more beautiful reality.

"I have been doing that here on a limited basis but I have been doing it. You will go to England and do the same. It is why we were fated to survive."

Riva responded with a nod and a smile. "Helga’s generosity assures that I am able to carry out this mission. I will always love you."

Kiki giggled. "And besides, how could we have any kind of a serious menage with a Niki and Kiki?"

Rive and Veronique left for England where they remained lovers and friends while Riva ably fulfilled her mission.

But that is a tale for a different day.

Mardee Louise Prynne

 

 

 

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