The Prisoner Wore Panties Ch. 02

Chapter Two - Two For One

"I'm not kissing a man and that's that!" Danielle said indignantly.

Although Danielle had succumbed to the charms of Mary Mayne she felt that kissing a man was different. Mary presented as a gorgeous sexy femme fatale, Flight Lieutenant Steven Boyd was a stuck-up arsehole of a man.

Danielle hated her leading man and Steven despised her back. He wasn't really that good an actor but Wing Commander Smyth-Waddington had leaned on Benny Benquist, well ordered him really, to give Boyd the lead. The Escape Committee had approved an escape plan put forward by Steven Boyd and getting him into the play was part of it.

Being lead in the am-dram society excused Steven from any other duties so when he wasn't rehearsing he could refine his escape plan. It also gave a legitimate reason to access The Shop where they were busy making him counterfeit identity documents and tailoring him some suits to wear when he escaped.

Steven Boyd refused to treat Danny as Danielle despite the fact that Danielle and all of the 'female' actors remained in character all day every day. He also pulled his rank, insisting on being called 'sir' when not actually rehearsing.

Good order and discipline was maintained in Stalag Luft Oberursel. Officers had separate quarters to the airmen, uniforms were maintained as best as possible, there was a morning parade and marks of request were exchanged. The amateur dramatic society was excused this tedium while they were in rehearsal, after the morning parade and head count the am-dram clique were allowed to get into costume and into character and stay that way all day until lights out.

Their productions were loved as much by their German captors as they were by the prisoners. With little in the way of entertainment and without access to any newspapers or radio, except for the illegal radio kept hidden and used only by the Escape Committee, the Oberium Theatre was really the only form of entertainment.

Flight Sargent Matthew 'Benny' Benquist put on professional productions; given what he had to work with his plays were as good as anything appearing in the West End. Productions could take as long as two months to prepare, depending on the complexity, especially the musicals. They ran for two weeks or sometimes longer if they were popular; some of the POWs and the guards too would watch the performances repeatedly.

'Wearing rank' when in character was quite ridiculous and hindered the production process.

"He's got a stick up his arse," Danielle said to Mary Mayne during a break in rehearsal.

"He might have but he's so dreamy; he can stick it in my arse any time he likes," Mary giggled.

"God you're such a slut!" Danielle slapped Mary playfully.

Danielle was now fully aware that most of the 'female' leads, or Benny's Girls as they called themselves, not only liked dressing like women to act in the camp productions, they were also fetishic transvestites who delighted as dressing as women for sexual purposes.

Some had been crossdressers before they joined the RAF and some had 'converted' during their captivity. There was a core of prisoners who had a penchant for Benny's Girls and they would sneak off for trysts when the opportunity presented itself. There was also the odd German guard or two who didn't mind idling away some time with the 'girls'.

Besides the single encounter with Mary when she had relieved Danielle whilst she had dressed as a woman for the first time, Danielle had resisted any temptation to engage in such activities. She was not at all interested in the men who coveted her but she was tempted by some of the other girls. All this not helped by the fact that she felt so feminine whilst dressed and adored wearing the lingerie and makeup.

But Steven Boyd repulsed her, despite his handsomeness.

He treated her not only like a subordinate but also as a social inferior, which was ridiculous had he known Danny Collingwood's background.

Daniel had been a precocious child; highly intelligent and always far advanced in maturity and intelligence for his age. He had gone to one of the best schools in England and as well as excelling in academic subjects he was also fluent in French and nearly so in German. He came from a wealthy family of noble background and after completing college had spent a year in Europe where his language skills had improved. He spoke perfect French with a Parisian accent. When the war broke out his parents could easily have used their influence to keep Danny out of the armed services. He was offered a position in the intelligence community because of his education and language skills but had refused.

He could have joined any of the armed services as an officer but once again he refused and joined the RAF as an aircraftsman much to his parent's horror. He was offered a commission in the RAF but refused, insisting on becoming flight crew. Because of his small frame he was ideally suited to be a tail gunner. The tail gunner position was cramped with very little room to move other than to operate the turret and fire the weapons.

After basic training he joined Number 44 Squadron, based at RAF Waddington, Lincolnshire, the first RAF squadron to convert to the Lancaster bomber. The tail turret was the most important defensive position on the aircraft and carried the heaviest armament. Despite this, the turrets used were never entirely satisfactory and numerous designs were tried. The tail gunner escaped by rotating his turret to the rear, opening the door in the back of the turret, passing into the fuselage, and clipping on a parachute that was hung on the sidewall. He could then exit through the rear entrance door.

Danny unfortunately got to use his parachute when on 17 October 1942 an audacious daytime raid performed by the Lancasters of his squadron bombed the Schneider Works at Le Creusot, France; only one aircraft was lost during the course of the mission. It was Danny's. He was taken prisoner and interned in Stalag Luft Oberursel, Germany.

"Earl! Danielle! Come on you two! You're supposed to be having a torrid affair, at least act like you like each other!" Benny was losing his patience with his two leads.

He called them over so he could speak with them privately.

"Look I know you both have your reasons for playing the leads in my production but if you two don't at least try to act your parts I'll fire you both!" Benny said heatedly.

"Flight Sargent Benquist; I won't stand for your insolence!" Steven Boyd snapped.

"Well fuck you! Sir!" Benny swore turned on his heels and stormed away.

"Rehearsals are over the day!" he shrieked in his shrill voice.

Flight Lieutenant Steven Boyd went straight over Wing Commander Smyth-Waddington's hut and made a complaint, wanting Flight Sargent Benquist bought up on charges. Smithy was meeting with other members of the escape Committee so he took Steven Boyd outside. He offered him a cigarette.

"I'm going to speak to you candidly Steven; have you ever heard the phrase 'tough titty said the kitty'?" Smithy drew on his cigarette.

Steven shook his head.

"Well it's appropriate here. I have one and only one Flight Sargent Matthew 'Benny' Benquist who is intrinsic to keeping up the men's morale with his amateur dramatic society which also provides a ruse for the existence of The Shop," Smithy blew smoke towards the sky.

"I have about fifty Flight Lieutenants and twice that many enlisted men who want to escape. Your German language skills stink and so does your attitude. Now get back over there and do whatever the fuck you are told to do or I'll put you in charge of painting rocks," Smithy dropped his cigarette on the hard clay and ground it out with his boot.

He turned away and went back inside the hut.

Steven Boyd baulked. He wasn't used to being spoken to like that but he realised that unless he buckled under, any chance of an escape was gone. He went back to the theatre with his tail between his legs and apologised to Flight Sargent Benquist. The apology stuck in his craw but he had no choice.

Rehearsals continued.

"I'm still not kissing a man!" Danielle pouted.

"Ok you two. I'll be happy if you just pretend you have passion for each other during these early preparations; but when we get into full production rehearsals you had better show me some emotion or you're both fired," Benny threw his script on the table.

"Can he do that sir? Fire us?" Danielle asked.

"Yes he bloody-well can! And call me Steven while we are in character from now on," Steven blushed and Danielle couldn't help but smile.

Things got a little better on stage after that until one day Wing Commander 'Smithy' Smyth-Waddington came down to see how the production was going.

"My god! Is that you in there Danny?" Smithy was astonished.

Danielle had spent every waking hour practicing to be woman. With Mary Mayne's help she had learned to adjust her posture and how to walk just like a woman and mastered the art of walking in high heels.

"Smaller steps, point your toes inward a little and down; come down on the front of your foot first darling or you'll be arse over tits," Mary encouraged her protégé.

Mary also taught Danielle how to talk like a woman.

"Better to embellish the truth than tell an out and out lie if you know what I mean. A falsetto is exactly that, 'false'. Work on feminising your own voice," Mary said.

"When a man talks the sound forms in the top of the larynx. When a lady speaks, her voice forms at the bottom. To sound higher raise the sides of your tongue to press against your upper teeth at the back and try to sing a bit more as you speak, allowing a little more breath into your tone," she explained.

It was twice as hard for Danielle because once she had perfected her femme voice in English she had to adopt it to her French and German languages.

She listened to Marlene Dietrich records and imitated her voice when speaking both English and German and emulated Edith Piaf when speaking French; both had distinctive contralto voices, which were the same timbre as her own.

Danielle was now 'passable'; undistinguishable from a woman unless you lifted her skirts of put your hand in her bra.

"Bloody marvellous Danny. Come over to my hut for a cuppa and a chat at two o'clock," Smithy beamed.

Danielle was over the moon expecting Wing Commander Smyth-Waddington and the Escape Committee to approve Danny's plan to escape disguised as a woman to throw the German's off track. When he arrived at Smithy's hut the Escape Committee was sitting behind the long table they used for planning purposes and there were two chairs arranged in front of them.

Flight Lieutenant Steven Boyd was already occupying one of the chairs.

"Sit down Danny," Smithy pointed to the spare chair.

When Danielle sat down smoothing her skirt under her and crossing her ankles every man present couldn't help but look at her long legs and pretty face.

"My god you look brilliant! I wouldn't recognise you at all," Smithy gushed.

"So you're approving my escape plan then sir?" Danielle was confident.

"Well yes... but with a slight modification," Smithy began.

Danielle was about to reply but Smith held up a finger.

"You're taking Flight Lieutenant Boyd with you," Smithy continued; once again raising a finger to halt Danielle's response.

"His French isn't as good as yours and his German is bloody atrocious," this time he held a finger up to Steven.

"You're going as a married couple. You are employed as an interpreter and travelling to Calais with your husband who doesn't speak German. That way Steven can stay schtum; say nothing, that way he won't get himself in the shit while you are still in Germany," Smithy beamed.

"But!" both Danielle and Steven said in unison.

"Butt me no butts! I get two escapes for one with both of you going over the wire. The Shop is working on your papers and travel documents so get back to rehearsals and try to get along," Smithy picked up some papers and started talking to the man next to him.

Both Danielle and Steven were stunned. They both sat there bewildered; unable to move.

"Come on you two; chop, chop. I now pronounce you man and wife," Smithy made a sign of the cross and laughed.

The rest of the Escape Committee laughed along with him.

Danielle stormed off and purloined a bottle of rotgut as the prisoners referred to their illicit home brewed alcohol. She crawled into one of the many hidey-holes behind the stage that were used for storage but also for clandestine rendezvous. She had smoked two cigarettes and drunk a quarter of the bottle when Mary opened the hatch and crawled in beside her. There was just enough room to sit comfortably but not enough to stand; there were a couple of old blankets on the bare ground to sit on.

"Thought I'd find you here; bloody Steven Boyd is throwing a tanty as well, storming round the set" Mary took the bottle from Danielle and took an unladylike swig.

"You two have a lover's tiff or something?" Mary tried to lighten the mood.

"Fucking Smithy! He's making me take that useless sod with me when I go. That idiot will have us captured as soon as he opens his gob!" Danielle complained.

"Well it'll be up to you to make sure he behaves then won't it," Mary dug Danielle in the ribs.

"It's not funny Mary!" Danielle whined.

"Jeez you sound just like my sister; you've got that whingeing voice down perfect. Anyway; I wouldn't mind being on the run with tall, dark and handsome Steven Boyd, he can keep me warm at night," Mary said, the innuendo not lost on Danielle.

"Oh god no!" Danielle snatched the bottle back and drank.

"The lady doth protest too much, methinks," Mary tried to snatch the bottle back but Danielle resisted.

"You take that back you floozy!" Danielle began to struggle with Mary.

"Little Danielle's got a crush on Steven," Mary said in a childlike taunting voice.

Danielle rolled over on top of Mary, straddling her and pinning her arms to the floor. She lowered her face an inch away from Mary's.

"Take it back you bitch!" Danielle breathed rotgut into Mary's face, their lips so close they were nearly touching.

Mary smiled up at Danielle.

"I've really made you into a girl haven't I? You even fight like a girl," Mary sniggered.

Danielle released one of Mary's wrists so the she could punch her and that was the opportunity that Mary needed. She was bigger and stronger that Danielle despite her femininity she was a good fighter.

Mary rolled Danielle over and now she was lying on top her.

"Seems like that I now have the advantage," Mary tittered.

During the struggle their legs had become entwined and their skirts ridden up. Mary scissored and the hiss of nylons rubbing together filled the silence. Their groins were pressed together, a barrier of satin, silk and nylon between them. Mary felt Danielle become tumescent and she smiled and ground her pubis into Danielle's.

"You didn't gaff today did you, you naughty girl," Mary chided and Danielle blushed.

"Now you take it back," Mary whispered in Danielle's ear.

The wisp of Mary's breath in her ear flamed Danielle's excitement.

"I'm sorry," Danielle whispered and searched Mary's eyes.

Mary knew that look. Danielle was excited but confused; she wanted something but didn't know how to ask.

Mary lowered her lips to Danielle's. Danielle kept her lips firmly closed so Mary kissed her softly; closed-mouthed. She delicately kissed the side of Danielle's mouth, then her cheek, the tip of nose, her eyelid and then returned to her mouth.

This time Danielle opened her lips and allowed Mary to slip in her tongue and probe Danielle's mouth. Danielle put her arms around Mary and pulled her close and Danielle reciprocated, meeting Mary's tongue with her own.

They kissed, their bodies pressed together, for what seemed like an eternity. Finally Danielle broke the kiss.

"Is this wrong?" her eyes searched Mary's.

"Does it matter?" Mary lowered her face back to Danielle's.

Mary's hand meandered down Danielle's body and found her legs, she stroked Danielle's stockinged thighs. Danielle made muffled groaning sounds and began to wriggle. Mary was unsure whether it was a sign of encouragement or rebuttal but when her fingers found Danielle erect inside her satin knickers she didn't care either way.

She gripped Danielle's shaft, smoothing the silky sleek material around it. She slowly began to stroke Danielle's hard penis, felling the dewy wetness as Danielle leaked into her knickers.

"Oh my!" Danielle gasped.

All pretence of rejection ceased, Danielle pulled Mary closer and kissed her deeply. She raised the small of her back off the ground to encourage Mary who had ceased stroking Danielle's penis and was now featherlightly running her fingers along the gossamer clad appendage. She broke the kiss and looked down on Danielle's pretty face.

"You like it don't you?" she smiled.

"Yes! Now stop teasing," Danielle bucked, encouraging Mary to stroke her again.

Danielle was disappointed when Mary broke their embrace; she thought that she might have done something wrong. But what Mary did next astonished her.

Mary twisted herself around so that her mouth was above Danielle's groin then she lowered her head and lapped at Danielle's knicker-clad erection.

Danielle gasped; she had never had anyone use their mouth down there. She gently placed her hands on Mary's head and encouraged her. Mary teased Danielle, gently lapping at her phallus through the layer of satin as Danielle writhed beneath her. She took one of Danielle's hands away and guided it under her skirt.

Danielle explored Mary's stocking tops, luxuriating in the feel of the diaphanous nylon stocking and the contrast of Mary's smooth flesh above the welt. With some trepidation Danielle slid her hand across the front of Mary's knickers and found that Mary too was erect and her knickers wet. She didn't feel the revulsion that she suspected she might when she actually took Mary's member in her hand. It felt wonderful, erotic, powerful, and exiting.

Danielle almost forgot what Mary was doing to her; she was so excited exploring inside Mary's knickers, marvelling at the feel of the smooth shaft, the pulsing, throbbing cock hard in her hand.

Then Mary slipped Danielle's cock out of her panties and engulfed it with her mouth. She slavered at the turgid appendage and was reward immediately with a mouthful of creamy semen. Danielle could not repress her climax. She squirmed and shuddered, mouthing incoherent squeals of delight.

Danielle's orgasm could only be described as earth shattering. It was not only the feel of Mary's mouth on her penis, it was the whole experience of being enfemme whilst climaxing, the taste and scent of her makeup and perfume, the rapture of her legs encased in sheer stockings, her feet clad in high heels. There was also the delightful sensation of nylon knickers and satin slip, the awareness of her skirt and blouse, the whole wondrous femininity of it all.

Danielle instinctively guided Mary's penis to her mouth and mimicked the suckling effect that Mary was performing on her. She slavered at the organ with her tongue and worked her lips up and down the shaft. She was rewarded with a mouthful of ejaculate, which tasted musty but also ambrosial. She was not all repulsed; quite the contrary; she lapped at the organ and swallowed Mary's issue with relish. Danielle felt empowerment as well as lust; the whole experience was liberating.

Mary drained the last of Danielle's spend and licked her lover clean, tucking her deflating penis back inside her knickers and Danielle followed suit. Mary turned around and lay beside Danielle and kissed her tentatively; waiting for Danielle to be repulsed but Danielle crushed her lips against Mary's and explored her mouth with her tongue.