France Under the Nazis, Paris Sex Slave, Part 1
by L Anderson
Copyright© 2026 by L Anderson
Erotica Sex Story: When Germany occupied France in World War II, Nazi officers scrambled to get to Paris and try its pleasures. The greatest pleasure was its women. Officers would select women to become their personal property and be their sex slaves. These women, rich and poor, would be made to service the Nazis' sexual desires like common prostitutes and the Nazis were inventive in ways to do this. This series tells the story of those women and the revenge the French took when the occupation ended.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Coercion NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Slavery Heterosexual Fiction Mother Daughter BDSM MaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Rough Group Sex Anal Sex Cream Pie Facial Oral Sex Big Breasts Hairy 2nd POV .
[HISTORICAL NOTE] In the wake of Paris’s liberation in August 1944, women accused of collaborating with the Nazi regime faced brutal and highly publicized forms of punishment, primarily the head-shaving ritual. Known as femmes tondues (“shaved women”), they became visible scapegoats for the national humiliation of the German occupation. The spectacle of public retribution was known as the épuration sauvage (wild purge), an act of mob justice that occurred outside of any formal legal process. Women were paraded through the streets, sometimes stripped or with swastikas painted on their bodies, while crowds physically and verbally assaulted them. The most common form of punishment was to have their heads forcibly shaved in front of jeering crowds. Many women were punished for “horizontal collaboration”, sexual or romantic relationships with German soldiers. There were also unofficial tribunals to judge accused men and women of collaboration.] A few years ago, I worked on a case involving an American and French company who were the victims of corporate espionage. In the process I met Rene, a French man who operated a security firm like mine. Over the moths were worked together to finally break the espionage ring for our client companies I got to know him. The case gave me an excuse to spend a lot of time in Paris. I was in Paris on August 9th, the anniversary of the Paris Liberation. Rene and I were drinking at one of his favorite sidewalks bars and talking about the Liberation of Paris. He told me that his grandfather was a Paris journalist who fled the Nazis but returned with the Free French forces that liberated Paris. His grandfather was there on the day and went to visit his parents who ran “Le Relais”, a small hotel is a quiet street in Montmartre. I asked many questions and Rene finally told me that shortly after the war his grandfather decided to create a journal about that day in Paris. He spoke to his own parents and others who lived nearby. He wanted to record the events of that day that took place in his parents hotel. He did write a lengthy report but had never published it. He feared it would reopen old wounds and his parents did not want to remember some of that day. He kept it put away from many years later he gave it to Rene’s father who years later had given it to him. He asked if I would like to see it, which I did. Rene gave me a small briefcase and inside was a stack of papers contained in a cardboard file. The papers contained information about one aspect of the collaborationists and the justice that some faced. Rene’s family’s hotel was the site of one such incident. I got Rene’s permission to use the journal if I protected those named in it. The story that follows is based on that journal. The names have been changed of all places and participants. It is a powerful and shocking story of betrayal and punishment.
LIBERATION DAY
The streets of Paris were filled with citizens celebrating the liberation of their city from the hated Germans. Free French forces tanks rolled down the boulevards and American troops arrived in jeeps and on foot. It was a joyous scene but there was a dark side that quickly arose. It was the collaborationists and what should be done about them. Many neighborhoods set up their own courts to try and punish them. Many men were simply shot out of anger. Many women were accused and they faced a different kind of justice.
The Hotel Le Relais was off the main streets of Montmartre but people were in the street outside of it as well. A small four story place of no great architectural interest, the aging hotel catered to salesmen and people who had business in Paris. Marie and Pierre had run it for many years and managed to keep it open and to survive during the German Occupation. It was also a meeting place for members of the local Resistance movement. In the small lobby there was a desk. Behind it were cubbyholes for the keys to the rooms. Marie took care of the front desk while Pierre did repairs and odd jobs.
Marie was standing at the desk when the outside door to the lobby flew open and in came a young woman wearing a housecoat. She had dark hair that was disheveled and had been crying. Behind her and pushing her was an older woman with gray hair. This woman held the younger woman by the arm and had a handful of her hair. They lived nearby. Marie recognized the older woman as Rose and the younger one as Odile his daughter in law. The younger woman was in her early twenties. She was probably attractive under other circumstances and had large breasts. She was naked under the housecoat and as she was jerked about the dark triangle of her pussy hair could be seen.
“Get in you, whore!” Rose shouted.
Rose, who was in her late forties and thin, walked to the desk where Marie was standing.
“Marie, is this the place where the épuration (purge) is being held to punish collaborators?” she demanded.
“Yes.” Said Marie.
“You know me and you know my daughter in law Odile. I have brought her here to be punished. Who do I talk to?” she shouted.
“Rose, Rose. Please be calm. I will help you get the justice you seek, but you must follow the rules of the process, otherwise I cannot help you.” Marie calmly explained. “Come with me into the dining room.”
Rose tried to calm down but grabbed Odile by the arm and hair and dragged her into the dining room following Marie.
The dining room was not large but the furniture had been moved so that a buffet table was now a kind of judge’s bench. There were chairs in front of it in rows. Behind the bench sat an older man with gray hair, dressed in a dark suit quietly looking at them.
“This is Claude, who you know is the leader in the Resistance on our street and he has been assigned to act as a judge in matters of collaboration brought before him. His word is absolute and his decisions are final. He is well known to our community and much respected. Treat him as you would a judge.” said Marie to Rose and Odile.
“Sit down in those two chairs.” Claude told them, “Marie please explain the process. Listen to her carefully,”
“Claude will hear the evidence against the accused and any defense. Then he will decide the outcome and if necessary punishment.” Said Marie.
Rose immediately stood up and began speaking.
“I will tell you all about this whore of a daughter in law. My son Olivier was taken by the Gestapo and we have no idea what happened to him. She has collaborated with the Germans and today I want her to be punished.” Demanded Rose.
“How do you know what she has done?” asked Claude.
“Because I got her to admit it. Not only admit it but I made her give me all the details.” Gloated Rose.
“How did you do this?” Asked Claude.
“This morning with the Liberation upon us I jerked out of her bed and took her down to the kitchen. I told her I wanted to know everything that had happened between her and the Germans for the last four years. This stupid cow began to cry and says she had done nothing wrong, but I knew different. She would not speak so I went to the place where I had hidden my husband’s pistol from the Great War. I got it out and walked over to her with it. She began to cry louder so I hit her with the back of my hand. She covered her face and kept crying. I was going crazy with the anger I have built up over the years with her.” Rose said.
“Please move on with your story.” Claude said.
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