After the War
Copyright© 2010 by Charm Brights
Chapter 10: Dinner
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 10: Dinner - What would have happened if Hitler had been a little more lucky? What would life have been like in the UK under German occupation? Especially, what would have happened to the more attractive of the women? Most of the action takes place in 1947. Germany won the war. Belgium, France, Holland, Ireland, Italy, Norway, Sweden, and Spain are all part of Greater Germany and are effectively provinces. The UK is still occupied by the German army.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Rape Coercion Heterosexual Historical BDSM DomSub MaleDom Spanking Rough Humiliation Sadistic Torture First Oral Sex Anal Sex Caution Violence Prostitution Military
Dinner was totally decorous and the conversation was mostly between the men, talking shop. 'Nothing much different from a British dinner party before, and to a large extent, during the war, ' she thought, 'I wonder when the sex will start?'
Suddenly the officer sitting opposite her addressed her, "What are your views on whether England should have a suitable provincial government, or should continue to be ruled from Berlin with your Parliament merely advising?"
Her Colonel, sitting beside her, moved the hand on her knee a little higher under her dress and squeezed her leg as a warning.
"Oh, I don't much care. All governments are really made up of civil servants and they are the ones who actually run the country. The politicians just dream up ideas of policies and then the civil servants tell them why they can't do it immediately, and carry on as they always have."
Her inquisitor pressed on, "But do you not think our great Führer is a better leader than your Winston Churchill was?"
Lady Johnson shrugged and said, "There is no comparison. The Führer is the head of state. The head of state in England is the King, and he has accepted that England is now a ... dependency of Germany."
The Colonel beside her breathed a sigh of relief at the diplomatic answer, and relaxed his hand, which 'accidentally' slid a little higher. Lady Johnson, careful not to offend him over something as minor as a hand on her thigh, obligingly parted her legs a little to allow him easier access.
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