Disclaimer: All characters are completely fictional and of legal age to engage in adult activities, and because some fucking bunch of idiots refuse to use their brains, I have to tell you that everyone in the story engaging in sexual activities is above the age of 18! Whoever, would believe otherwise, please correct the cranial rectal inversion that you're obviously suffering from!
"Common sense, isn't that common "-Voltaire
For those who don't have their head up their fourth point of contact, I want to Thank You for reading my story.
This is a stand-alone story, but it may also help answer some of the questions that you might have about my previous story Grand'Mere's Last Child. I hope you enjoy it.
Outside of the village of Hunspach, roughly four miles as the crow flies stood the smaller village of Le Gaul. The rolling fields and thick woods produced wild blue berries perfect for making pies. Elaine Le Gaul was a raven haired beauty with smallish breasts, but a gloriously feminine figure regardless. She liked blueberries, but even better she loved them in a pie. The kind her mother had learned from her grandmothers. It was early May of 1940 when Elaine went berry picking along the little nameless creek just outside of her father's field.
She heard machinery. Though that was nothing new, she found the sound of deep masculine voices speaking in German definitely out of the usual occurrences for this area. As she was breaking the rules of the family she was raised in "Never go berry picking or do anything else down near the creek by yourself." both her parents and grandparents had told her. However, she had been there many times, and she didn't see the harm in picking a few berries.
Elaine peered through the hedgerow of blueberries. What she saw took her breath away! There were German army trucks and strange tractor looking things that had long pipes sticking out of them. They were merely a dozen yards from the creek. The German border was five miles away! What were they doing in France? Surely they were lost, but she knew better than to let them know, that she was there. Elaine, had heard really scary tales from her grandmother and grandfather about how cruel German soldiers could be, though her father's friend, Hanz Luther, who he occasionally traded wine for beer with, was a very nice gentle giant of a man.
However, from their black uniforms she could tell, these were the fanatically evil Nazi's, that Hanz had warned them about! These were the sadistic fanatics that had taken over the German army. Elaine decided that she would quietly make her way back to the farmhouse where her family resided. Knowing that this was a very dangerous thing. Indeed, to have any foreign soldiers so close to her house must be reported to her father immediately! Therefore, once she had climbed out of the deep chocolate brown colored, creek bed, Elaine ran, careful not to spill her willow basket of blueberries.
Reaching the house, she heard her father say in a loud voice "Nonsense there is no need for the Germans to invade us!. They are just trying to scare people into giving up their homes so that the government can claim them and sell them for a profit to Parisians for lots of money! There's not a German soldier within a hundred miles of France!"
Upon entering through the back screen door, Elaine heard the radio in Paris stating that German forces were seen congregating on the northern border of France. The High Command was sure that the Maginot line would hold the Germans back long enough for the French army to fight and defeat them. The Village of Le Gaul was behind the Maginot line. Nearly, the entire world would soon find out that The Maginot Line had already been breached by the German army!
"Papa! I have something to tell you" A sweaty and near breathless Elaine, now shouted as she wiped a sweaty strand of hair out and away from her face.
Everyone stood and stared at her because she rarely raised her voice to her father or anyone else.
"The German Army is on the North side of the creek. There are lots of Soldiers and Trucks they have strange looking Tractors with Pipes sticking out of the ends of really big, upside down, wash tubs sitting on top of the tractors."
Her Mother and grandmother started laughing at Elaine's description of German tractors. Elaine turned red from embarrassment.
Her father and grandfather were not laughing though. Just then there was a knock at the door and her father answered the door to find the caller was Mr. Jacob, the neighbor just to the east of their farm. He looked scared, and no one had ever seen him so much as concerned let alone scared. Mr. Jacob had fought in the Great war over in Flanders.
"Sorry, to be the bearer of bad news but the German Army has just crossed the creek with armored tanks and trucks. They want to know if we have weapons. I told them no I don't have any. My old flintlock musket, you know the one with the cracked barrel and missing trigger, that we use for the Independence Day celebration has just been confiscated. They are searching my farm now. They will search yours next. If you have a weapon turn it over to them or hide it very well!. They told me to tell everyone that they want all of us in the church, in the next hour. We should pray that they will be merciful and leave us to go sack Paris, like they did years ago. I must go. I will see you there." Mr. Jacob had said as he looked left and right, before scrambling away like a frightened mouse in an alley full of cats.
The scraping of the heavy oak front door to the ancestral farmhouse closed. Its hinges squeaking in protest. For long minutes the LeGaul family was silent, Elaines mother and grandmother wide eyed with fear. The shocked expressions had taken over the spirit of ridicule Elaine had been subjected to. Her vindication though sweet, would be short lived.
"Elaine, come with us." Said her Grandfather as he looked at his son who had just nodded in the affirmative. As they strode out to the ancient underground root cellar that had been in the family since before the Roman occupation of France. Her grandfather whispered into her ear the minute Elaine had crossed the threshold to the old limestone mortared, field stone structure. "Did the Nazis see you?
"No." she replied this was not the usual punishment she received for disobedience.
"Good we are going to hide you from them, but you must be very quiet. If they find you they will put a Nazi bastard in you. We can't have that....so you must be quiet no matter what. If you understand just nod your head" She had done so and with that her grandfather said "Okay. Do it Henri."
Her father removed two stones and pulled at a stone in between them and a door swung open. Its opening revealed a small chamber where a little wooden platform style bed, with a thin straw filled mattress. There on the mattress lay a single, yellowed with time, linen sheet, sporting a brown and black wool blanket. The bed sat alongside of a crudely formed dark wood table. In the center of the table a very small and ancient looking bronze candle stick holder sat without a candle in its cup. On the opposite wall were canned goods and books sitting on a series of shelves. In one corner sat an old fashioned chamber pot.
Elaine's grandfather and father shoved her into the tiny room and closed the door behind her. From a very small crack she could see the two men pile bushels and bushels of produce in front of the doorway working up a sweat before they had covered even that part of the back of the root cellar.
The Nazi's couldn't get her mother with a child, her father had already beaten them to it. Her family had all arrived at the church, not long after the Nazis had searched the farm, to include the old root cellar. She had heard the black coated thugs talking about how they wished, there were some good looking women in this village for them to take their pleasures with.
In the Church building now, Eloise helplessly, watched the young, black uniformed, Nazi officer, molest her fellow good looking, French women. When the men of the village raised their voices in protest, they were reminded with the cocking of rifles, that the Third Reich was in charge now. That the Nazis, would do whatever, they wanted, to whoever, they thought needed correcting or eliminating. To make a point, the Nazi commander scanned the crowd, selecting Mr. Jacob as an example, the nazi commander pulled his pistol out of its holster and shot their neighbor in the forehead, killing him instantly. "Would anyone else, like to complain?" asked the commanding Nazi with an evil grin. That single heinous action of the Nazis ended the outward protest quickly.
They counted the men and assigned them a number. They did the same with the women. Elaine and her cousin Gisele were not among the numbered because they had been hidden in the root cellar or the attic of the barn.
When the family returned to the house, Elaine's grandmother, Marguerite said "Henri, you must ensure that Elaine doesn't bare a Nazi bastard's baby." As she began putting together a small meal for the young woman.
"How would you suggest I do that? I have no weapons to fight the Nazis with." Henri had said the last statement with frustration in his voice.
A small slice of roast beef, a small square roll and a small bottle of wine with a can opener and cork screw were placed in the wicker basket. It made Marguerite smile briefly.
Marguerite now said "The same way you made sure Eloise will bear your child and not that of some damn Nazi. Put your seed in her, Henri! It will be better that she is made love to, from someone that does, love her, than to be raped by one of those animals from the Third Reich! Do I, really need to remind you that a fathers duty is to protect his offspring, no matter their age?"
"I'm her father, that would be incest! She will not want an old man to father her child. Why not get one of the young men from one of the other families to do it? That would be better!" Said Henri angrily at the position he was put into by the Nazi invasion.
