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 Keywords >M/F, coerced, preteen,<
   Cast of characters.
   Bettina's Mother, Elizabeth Schmidt.  Twelve year old Bettina Schmidt.
Shop Keeper, Helmut Schuster.  Baron Maximillion von Langsdorf.  Bettina's
friend, Katarina Hausman.  The salesman, Mr.  Poppel.  The village Priest,
Father Jacob.  Jan, Elizabeth's cousin.  The Baron's maid.
   Bettina and the Picture Book.
   The following chapters will eventually be uploaded.
   Chapter One. Elizabeth's Fall From Grace.  Chapter Two.  The Gentle
Prostitute.  Chapter Three. Maximillion von Langsdorf.  Chapter Four.
Elizabeth's First Time.  Chapter Five. Elizabeth Goes Shopping Chapter Six.
Bettina and the Picture Book.
   This is a tale of ordinary counrty folk living in Germany in 1919.  The
War to End All Wars, The Great War, has finished.  Twelve year old Bettina
lives with her mother in a small village called Polheim just North of
Frankfurt.  Her Father is missing, presumed killed, on the western front.
Times are hard in post war Germany.  For the widows, it is especially
difficult......
   Chapter One.  Elizabeth's Fall from Grace.
   The early morning spring sunshine lights up a pretty country scene. 
Whitewashed cottages line a neat and tidy village street.  Elizabeth
Schmidt is in the local shop to buy provisions, but times are very
difficult, and even though she trims her shopping list to the bare minimum,
she finds that she doesn't have enough money.  Prices seem to be rising by
the day and her account at the shop is already too much for her to pay. 
The shop keeper, Helmut Schuster, eyes his hesitant and slightly flustered
customer with a frown.
   'Is there a problem, Elizabeth?'
   'I seem to be a little short of cash, Herr Schuster....'
   'A frequent predicament, it seems, my dear.' She blushes deeply.  Her
embarrassment is accute.
   'Would you be, er, open to a suggestion to, er, resolve the problem?' He
asks her.  His voice is quiet, She looks at him with interest in her eyes.
He continues.
   'Living alone, as I do, I, er, find the lack of female company, er,
somewhat, er, shall we say.....frustrating?' Elizabeth still says nothing.
The grocer smiles weakly.  'A few groceries would be gladly given in return
for a little, er, physical....comfort...'
   She doesn't understand at first, but then it dawns on her he wants to
have sex with her.  He wants her to pay for her groceries with sex!
   'Herr Schuster!  I....  that is....' She begins to complain at his
forwardness, but even as she speaks, she has a feeling, deep down inside,
that unless Bettina and she want to go hungry, there is nothing she can do
but agree to his request.  She goes quiet and stares at the floor for a
minute.  Desperately she tries to think if there is another way to raise
some cash.
   'I suppose it's a reasonable offer, Herr Schuster.  From your point of
view, at least.  Is a basket of groceries really the price of a womans
honour these days?' A tear wells up and trickles down her cheek.
   'My dear Elizabeth....' he is embarrassed himself now and in an attempt
to lift the situation, says, 'of course not!  Especially one so lovely and
delightful as your good self!  I would consider your debt to me to be paid
in full!' He bites his lip.  He had not meant to be so generous!
   'If I agree, when would we....' she leaves the unutterable question
unsaid!
   'Any time you wish.  Tonight would be most acceptable....' he says
hopefully.  Elizabeth studies the floor again.  She feels trapped, but the
offer solves one of her greatest problems!  Anyway, she reasons, he's only
a man.  No different to Herman, her poor dead husband.  How she misses him.
His gentle touch in the darkness, the comforting feel of his body next to
hers in the night.  Even the weight of him as he lay on her breathing
heavily and kissing her neck as he....she snaps back to the reality of the
present.  She had made up her mind.
   'I'll be here just after dark.  But I can't stay too long, Bettina will
be on her own....'
   'Er....of course....shall we say....an hour?' Elizabeth stares at him
wide eyed.
   'An hour!' She stops herself.  How long did she expect it to take? 
'Oh...er...yes...of course....whatever's necessary....'
   Elizabeth leaves the shop wishing she'd filled her basket up a little
more!  On her way home, her mind races over the conversation she has just
had with the grocer.  'Oh my God!  He'll want me naked....and what if I
become pregnant!' She tries not to think about it.  'Just get on with
things as normal, after all, its not as though I'm a little girl!' she
consoles herself.
   A little after seven that evening, Elizabeth presented herself at Herr
Schusters door.  He ushered her quickly into the shop, locking the door
behind her.
   'Please, come into the house.' He leads her through the storeroom behind
the shop, and up the flight of wooden stairs to the small apartment he has
over the shop.  Elizabeth casts a disapproving eye over the distinctly
untidy living room.  Despite her nervousness, she can't help but reprove
him for his untidy house.
   'A person would not have to know you were unmarried, Herr Schuster. 
This room speaks for itself.  A womans hand is very obviously absent!'
   'Alas, my dear Elizabeth, you are so right.  A situation you may care to
consider, perhaps....?' She looked at him, his words startling her!
   'In what way, Herr Schuster?' His face had turned a deep red!  Was he
proposing she should clean for him....or....?
   'Er, no matter....' He struggled to regain control of the situation. 
After all, she was here at his request....for his money....she was the one
serving him this time!
   'Would you like a cup of tea?  Or should we just....er....get on with
it?' This time he sounded more asertive, a little more confident.
   'Perhaps a cup of tea would be a good thing, Herr Schuster.  I feel just
a little shaky, to be honest.  Nerves, you understand.'
   Helmut Schuster smiled and nodded.  This was more like it!  He liked a
shy, nervous woman!  Much nicer than those brazen whores in Frankfurt!
   'Now why don't you slip out of that dress, whilst I put the kettle on!
'Shan't be a minute!'
   He vanished through a door at the back of the room.  Elizabeth chewed
her bottom lip.  It was now or never!  But she couldn't go back!  She'd
already agreed, and she'd taken the groceries that afternoon as well!  She
was committed!
   With trembling fingers she began to unbutton her dress.  The small
whalebone buttons seemed so tiny now!  From somewhere closeby came the
sound of a whistling kettle, just as she undid the last one.  The sound of
clinking china accompanied the sound of her dress as it rustled to the
floor.  She stepped out of it just as Herr Schuster reappeared.  He put the
tea tray on the table and came over to her.  She noticed small beads of
sweat on his brow as his hands reached out towards her.  He hauled her
chemise over her head, and stared at her naked breasts.  His hands trembled
slightly as he fumbled with the silk cord that secured her knee length
knickers.  She noted the bulge in his trousers as she stepped into the
centre of the room.  She was completely naked, available for his eyes to
finish their inspection of her body.
   'My God, Elizabeth!' he breathed.  'You're as lovely a woman as ever
walked this village!'
   She stood there, still as a statue as he stripped away his clothing. 
Her eyes took in his slightly bulging belly.  His rigid penis sprang up as
he pushed down his trousers.  It settled, pointing straight out towards
her. She noted with relief that he was circumcised.  She had worried that
an uncircumcised Helmut may be an unpleasant experience.  Her cirmcumcised
husband had been meticulous with his personal hygiene, and had explained to
her the difference between cut and uncut men.  He had outlined the problems
that an infrequently washed, uncircumcised penis could pose!
   The grocer stepped nearer to her, his hands settling on her waist.  She
could smell him.  Not unpleasant.  Something akin to cloves and....was that
lavender?  The butterflies in her belly seemed to settle.  She felt herself
relax as he gently pulled her to him, his smell seemed to act as a
narcotic, permeating her senses and soothing her fears.  His hairless chest
brushed her nipples, then pressed against her breasts.  She could feel his
penis pressing between her thighs, as though it was anxious to get access
to her!
   'Herr Schuster....I....'
   'Quiet my dear, just relax and go along with me....' He manouvered her
across the room, '....here....on the sofa....' He laid her down on the big
velvet sofa under the window.  Moonlight dappled her body, the shadow of
the lace curtains criss-crossing her bare torso.  Helmut knelt on the floor
beside her, his hands running over her flesh.  He bent his head to suckle
on her nipples.  She winced as forgotten feelings coursed through her.  She
was surprised how easily his hand slid between her thighs, his probing
fingers looking for her sex, hidden amongst her dark pubic hair.  She was
also surprised how easily those probing fingers slid into her, how wet she
was.
   Feelings that had lain dormant in her for many months, began to stir. 
She did not resist as he pushed her knees apart, opening her legs wide. 
Panic suddenly hit her as she realised his tongue was now playing along her
slit.  She drew her thighs together, but his hands firmly prised them apart
again.
   'Now now, Elizabeth, remember, just go along with me....relax and let me
get on with it!' She tensed as his tongue resumed it's ministrations.  He
pushed her left leg off the sofa, placing her foot on the ground, her right
one he rested on the back of the sofa.  She felt extremely vulnerable,
spreadeagled as she was.  Pulses of feeling began to run up and down her
body.  His tongue was playing havoc with her composure!
   'Please, don't do that....' He lifted his head and smiled.
   'I was just about to stop, actually!'
   He hauled himself to his feet and straddled her.  His cock bobbed in
front of her face.  Apparently her husband was not the only man who
expected her to ply her lips for his pleasure!  She closed her eyes and
parted her lips.  She felt the smooth fleshiness of his cock as he slid it
into her waiting mouth.  Obediently she ran her tongue around the head of
it, tasting the slight drop of salty fluid that had eased its way from the
depths of his balls.  For a minute she sucked as her husband had taught
her. Her hand gently massaging, her lips and tongue teasing and sucking. 
She did not open her eyes until he pulled away from her.
   He lifted her legs, his hands under her knees.  She watched him position
himself, one knee on the sofa, one foot on the floor.  His penis, stiff as
a poker, pointing up, his balls flopping against her bottom.  Without
thinking she took hold of his cock and positioned it at the entrance to her
vagina.  He grinned at her, then pushed.
   Elizabeth cried out as the grocer slid in.  She had forgotten how it
felt when a man entered her.  Herr Schusters cock reminded her in full as
with one easy movement he filled her with it.  He bent over her, his hips
beginning a relentless motion that could only end one way.  She pushed
against him, gripping his arms as he began to fuck her.  Slightly
embarrassed, but unable to control herself, she began to move against him,
little cries of passion escaping her lips when their bodies clashed a
little too hard!  In seconds she gave up any pretense of reluctance and
hooked her heels over his shoulders to gain a good purchase, then she began
to fuck back in earnest.
   It had been a long time since her husband had left for the front. 
Almost three years, and now the grocer was driving into her, releasing all
that supressed sexuality and hidden frustration.  Fucking into her with
animal ferocity that was met with an equal vigour as Elizabeth strove to
reach her orgasm.  Suddenly she felt his semen, warm and filling as it
invaded her.  She pushed hard against him, her clitoris grinding against
his pubic bone.  She exploded in a flash of noisy passion that wracked her
body with spasms of ecstacy!  Three long years of faithful abstinance and
frustration washed away on a flood of the shopkeeper's semen.  She fell
back panting.  The grocer was fighting for breath and clinging onto the
back of the sofa.  The look on his face told her that her grocery bill was
well paid!
   'I think our tea is going cold....' Elizabeth said, smiling for the
first time.  Helmut grinned back at her and struggled to his feet.  She
studied him as he made his way to the table to pour their refreshment.  His
buttocks were pleasantly firm, even if his belly was a little too big.  His
hair was thinning, and he generally had the air of a middleaged man.  He
turned to bring the two cups over to the sofa.  Her eyes took in his now
flaccid penis.  It hung before two rather large (she thought) testicles. 
It was only now that she realised his penis was somewhat bigger than her
husband's had been.  She sat up, and cascading semen reminded her just how
big Helmuts balls must be!
   'Please, a towel, or the sofa will be ruined!' She pleaded.  He laughed.
   'Women, bless them, always got one eye to the house!' He brought the
requested article from the kitchen and watched as she tidied herself and
mopped up his semen.
   'Thank you Elizabeth.  You'll never know how good that was for me.' His
face had settled into a soft and almost caring expression.
   'I think I do, if what what you left me with was any measure!' They
laughed together, the atmosphere now easy and comfortable between them. 
Having shared the embarrasment of the 'first time' and being witness to
each others orgasms, an intimacy had taken over their previously formal
relationship.
   'Must you go home, Elizabeth?'
   'Yes, Bettina is on her own.' She felt guilty as she realised she did
not want to stay, that now they had coupled and she had satisfied both his
and her own need for physical satisfaction.  That she only wanted her own
bed.  That no matter how good the experience had been, she did not feel for
this man in a way that invited her to stay with him.
   'So be it.  But you've only been here thirty minutes....I had hoped that
we could do it again?' She nodded, somewhat reluctantly.  He had, after
all, asked for an hour of her time, and she had not objected.
   As she lifted her tea cup to her lips she noticed his penis was
stiffening.  Growing back to its former glory!  A twinge of expectancy
rippled out from her vagina.  The prospect of coupling with him again was
not unpleasant, but her legs however were still complaining at the
treatment he had given them.  Single for so long, she was unaccustomed to
having her thighs spread so far and having her knees pressed so close to
her ears!  She put down her cup.
   'I'm sure you'll excuse me....  but this would be far less stressful to
my muscles!' She knelt on the floor, her elbows on the cushions of the
sofa. He chuckled loudly as he moved behind her, grasping her hips, bending
his knees, lowering himself so that his cock slid downwards between her
buttocks until the head of it slipped easily into the hot wet orifice that
was her vagina.  A sigh escaped his lips as he settled into her once more,
gently flowing in and out of her, taking time to savour his good fortune.
   For twenty mintues they fucked.  Him behind her, her on top of him. 
With no though to modesty, no hint of embarrassment they took from each
other what they wanted.  Fondling, sucking, touching, watching.  Tasting
each others body fluids, stimulating each other until his orgasm once again
echoed through the room.  Totally sated, the grocer peeled himself off
Elizabeth.
   'My dear Elizabeth, if you ever want one, I would gladly be your second
husband.  Gladly and without reservation!  You were born to be a man's
mate, no woman ever more qualified!'
   'You flatter me and I shall consider the offer.  But I fear it was an
offer made in the aftermath of pleasure!  Your sense overwhelmed by your
manhood!'
   'What a turn of tongue you've got!  And no pun intended either!'
   He lay naked on the floor watching her get dressed.  She surveyed him
with a distinct twinkle in her eyes, and a teasing smile about her mouth.
   'Are you done with my poor body, you insatiable man?!  May I go, or do
you wish to ravish me some more?'
   'I wish I had the strength to ravish you indefinately!  And the
opportunity!  Will you come to me once a week?' She looked at him.  He
meant it.  She had to admit to herself it had been a very pleasant
interlude, apparently much needed, even for her!
   'You want me to come here for this every week?'
   'You'll never be short of anything my shop has if you do!'
   Elizabeth thought it over for a second or two.  This would mean that the
trouble and strain of finding their next meal was over.  She could get
almost all the benefits of having a husband, but none of the trouble!  Feed
her little girl and herself, and all she had to do was be pleasured by him!
Immoral it may be, but a very appealing idea!
   'Today is Tuesday, Herr Schuster....' she smiled at him, 'please expect
me next Monday evening, at seven.' She grinned at him, 'I shall expect to
be here for at least an hour!' He hugged her and kissed her on the mouth.
   'Oh!  Elizabeth!  What a long week it will be!  Unless of course you
wish to call earlier?  Just let me know!' She had never seen him look so
happy!  Men were truly strange creatures, driven by their libido and
nothing else!
   'I am relying on your promise....you did say....' he cut her short.
   'Anytime you need something, just send Bettina or come yourself, I shall
be as good as my word, I promise you!'
   It was a with a light step that Elizabeth Schmidt made her way home. 
And on Monday evenings she clung to her grocer as tight as she could as he
grunted and humped his way happily to her orgasm!
   continued....
  
Bettina and the Picture Book Ch 1. Elizabeth's Fall From Grace