Shadows of Deceit: Paris, 1943

January of 1943 had arrived, and with it, a strengthened urgency in Linda and Max Candler to somehow get out of Paris. They had no idea that their relationship and their lives were soon to be harshly tested.

Linda was still in the employ of the American Embassy. Of course, they knew about her marriage to a high-ranking SS officer, but she had revealed to a select few officials Max’s true colors. Max, on his part, had done an admirable job in pretending to his superiors that he was using his wife to get information from the Americans. American officials gave Linda any tidbits that would both satisfy the Nazis and not bring harm to anyone, and she gave it to Max. He then fed it to his associates in the SS. Unfortunately, they knew this could only go on for so long until someone began to look deeper into the farce.

One bitterly cold night, long after Max and Linda had gone to bed, a loud pounding at the door woke them up.

“Who the hell is that at this hour?” Max grunted, hardly awake. He was exhausted from a long, tense day at SS headquarters.

“Open up! Gestapo!” a vicious German voice shouted, answering the question for him.

“Oh Max…” Linda breathed, gripping his arm. She couldn’t see her husband’s face, but she felt him go rigid.

Cautiously, he got out of bed. It being winter, he was clothed, but only in pajama pants. He reached for the pistol on the side table.

The sharp order was repeated from the front door of the apartment.

“I will talk to them. It must some mistake,” Max said, trying to soothe Linda. He put on a shirt and tucked the gun into his waistband. “Stay here.” His voice was firm.

She swallowed, a terrible feeling in her stomach. Maybe it was just a mix-up. But the Gestapo rarely got mixed up. They were always thorough and very deadly. Gripping the sheets to her breasts, she listened anxiously to the muffled sounds beyond the closed bedroom door.

The front door was opened and Max greeted the intruders. There were five of them. “Ah, Major Flesch! Can I help you with anything?”

The icy voice of the Gestapo major replied, “You will be of the greatest help if you come along without resisting.”

“Come along? For what? Am I under arrest?” Max sounded genuinely surprised.

Major Flesch chuckled. “You feign innocence so well, lieutenant. But your game is up.”

“I beg your pardon, but I do not understand. To what game do you refer?”

Linda could tell that Max was buying time. She shivered. Max must certainly know why the Gestapo were here.

“Your charade of exploiting your little American wife to collect information for us from the American Embassy,” Flesch explained. His tone was terrifyingly soft. “You have confided in certain of your colleagues that you pretend to be madly in love with this woman so she will do anything you ask. Is that true?”

“If I said it, then it must be,” Max rejoined coolly, arms folded.

“Where is she?”

Max nodded behind him. “In bed. What is your point, major?”

Flesch chuckled, pacing lazily around the room. “We are ensuring that you are not betraying your Aryan purity with this…this Jew-loving Westerner. Marriage to a non-Aryan is only acceptable if there is a greater purpose, something to profit our cause. But you of course despise her.” He shot a sharp look at Max.

With a measured breath, Max replied, “Of course.” It almost frightened Linda that he could say it so calmly, but she knew he was playing a role.

“Then it disgusts you to…be intimate with her?”

Max swallowed, fury rising deep inside him. “Major, I have stated to various of our mutual friends that my marriage was wholly intended to furnish us with an agent in the Embassy. My methods cannot concern you, surely.”

Approaching Max with narrowed eyes and hands gripped behind his back, Flesch answered, “On the contrary, Lieutenant Candler. Everything about one of our own concerns us. It is a pillar of our creed that we do not muddy our glorious bloodline by intermarriage with lesser races. You are an SS officer, thus an example to the younger men of the Reich. If you are permitted to do as you wish and marry a foreigner, an enemy, with impunity, what shall stop others from doing the same? No, lieutenant, we must be sure that you are not using this for your own pleasure. Into the bedroom! Now!”

“I refuse you entry into my home!” Max declared sternly, his hand creeping towards the hidden gun.

The other Gestapo agents were faster. They all drew out Lugers and aimed them at Max. One patted him down, found the concealed gun, and jerked it out. Flesch simply grinned.

“You have no choice. Now, move!”

Uneasy about what they had in mind, Max obeyed, cautiously opening the bedroom door and turning on the light. Linda hunched down, alarmed.

“Frau Candler! I am glad to at last see you in person,” Flesh said airily, rounding the bed towards her. “It makes this case so much clearer. Obviously your husband is not denying himself any enjoyment while he carries out his mission. You are beautiful; that I will grant. Unfortunately it puts my friend Lieutenant Candler into a distressing position.”

“Do not attempt to harass my wife,” Max said threateningly.

Linda’s eyes darted to his, pleading, yet courageous. He understood what she was trying to convey: “Don’t anger him.”

“Oh, I don’t intend on doing anything to her,” Flesch rejoined, eyeing Linda with a hateful leer. “You, on the other hand, are going to prove yourself.”

“What are you saying?” Max’s face was dark.

Flesch abruptly pulled out his own pistol and pressed it against Linda’s forehead. She sucked in air. Max darted forward but was grabbed roughly by two sets of hands.

“Where is she?”

Max nodded behind him. “In bed. What is your point, major?”

Flesch chuckled, pacing lazily around the room. “We are ensuring that you are not betraying your Aryan purity with this…this Jew-loving Westerner. Marriage to a non-Aryan is only acceptable if there is a greater purpose, something to profit our cause. But you of course despise her.” He shot a sharp look at Max.

With a measured breath, Max replied, “Of course.” It almost frightened Linda that he could say it so calmly, but she knew he was playing a role.

“Then it disgusts you to…be intimate with her?”

Max swallowed, fury rising deep inside him. “Major, I have stated to various of our mutual friends that my marriage was wholly intended to furnish us with an agent in the Embassy. My methods cannot concern you, surely.”

“Come along!” Flesch commanded, grabbing Linda and dragging her to the front door.

“Let her go!” Max shouted, struggling against the Gestapo agents.

The Gestapo agents were relentless. They subdued Max with ease and forced him to follow them to the bedroom.

Linda watched in horror as they dragged her to the bed, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew what they intended, and the thought of their perverted intentions made her skin crawl.

As Max was tied to the bed, Flesch leaned down to Linda’s ear, whispering, “Let’s see if you’re as obedient as your husband.” Then, he proceeded to strip her naked, leaving her completely vulnerable. The cold air of the room filled her lungs as she realized her fate. There was no escape, no hope. She was trapped in this nightmare, forced to endure the humiliation and degradation at the hands of the Gestapo.

She closed her eyes, bracing herself for the inevitable, but she found solace in the fact that she could still feel Max’s presence beside her. It was a small comfort, but it was enough to keep her going.

As Flesch moved closer, Linda could feel his hot breath on her neck, savoring her fear. She screamed, but her voice was drowned out by the sounds of his lustful intentions. She pleaded for mercy, but her words fell on deaf ears. She had no choice but to submit, to give in to the horrors of her situation.

The next few minutes were a blur of pain and humiliation. Linda endured everything, clinging to the hope that she would eventually be rescued. But as time went on, her strength began to wane, and her spirit broke. She had lost everything, including her dignity and her pride.

When the ordeal finally ended, Linda found herself completely broken, emotionally and physically drained. She lay there, naked and vulnerable, waiting for her fate to be decided. As she looked around the room, she realized that she was not alone. Max was still tied to the bed, his eyes filled with anguish.

The silence hung heavy in the air as they both waited for the Gestapo agents to return. They knew that their lives were on the line, and they could only hope that they would survive this night.

Just as they thought their ordeal was over, the door burst open, and the Gestapo agents returned. But this time, they were accompanied by a new presence: a tall, handsome man in a black uniform. It was Colonel Reinelt, Max’s superior officer.

Reinelt surveyed the scene with a critical eye, then turned his attention to Max. “Lieutenant Candler,” he said, his voice cold and impassive. “You have been cleared of all suspicion. You are free to go.”

Linda stared in disbelief as Max was released from his bonds. He rose slowly, his face pale and drawn. He looked at Linda with gratitude, as if she had saved his life.

“Thank you, my love,” he whispered. “You did not give up on me.”

Reinelt turned to Linda, a slight smirk on his lips. “You, Frau Candler, have proven yourself to be a valuable asset. You have shown great loyalty to our cause. For this, you will be rewarded.”

He paused, then added, “And I must admit, Lieutenant Candler has made quite the impression on me. I’m sure our relationship will continue to grow stronger.”

As Linda looked from Reinelt to Max, she realized that her life had taken an unexpected turn. She had been used, betrayed, and humiliated, but somehow, she had survived. Now, she was caught in a web of intrigue and desire, and she had no idea where it would lead her. But one thing was certain: her life would never be the same again.

Did you like this story? Shadows of Deceit: Paris, 1943 look, but like these, here Sex stories.