The Prisoner Wore Panties Ch. 03

"Sir! The man's a pervert! It's well known that the Oberst uses Flight Sargent Benquist to procure transvestites for his deviant pleasure," Steven carped.

"Sir! I think the Flight Lieutenant is just jealous because he wasn't invited. I further suspect that he is trying to undermine my authority now that you have put me in charge of our escape," Danielle shot Steven a look of pure malice; she worked hard to contain her rage.

"Sir! I think Danielle forgets that she is not in charge until we have effected our escape," Steven's voice began get louder.

He gave Danielle a pleading look; beseeching her with his eyes not to go to the dinner.

"This is bloody priceless! You two are behaving just like a married couple," Smithy sniggered.

"Sorry old boy you lose again. Danielle is right, we are likely to get some good Intel at the dinner. Besides it's been a while since I had a good feed," Smithy waved a hand to Steven to calm him down.

"But the Oberst always puts on a party for the principals of the cast after opening night anyway," Steven countered.

"Yes and tonight I will accompany, Benny and Danielle to Oberst Kurt Wessel's house for dinner regardless. Enjoy the mess fare old chap. Danielle go and get yourself dolled up for the Oberst," Smithy waved them both away.

Steven tried to catch Danielle's arm as she strode across the parade ground back towards the theatre but she kept shrugging him off.

"Danielle! Danielle! For Christ's sake will you stop and listen to me," Steven caught up to her at the theatre and spun her around and pressed her against the wall.

"What! What! What! You tell me that I'm beautiful, feminine, delightful and intelligent. Then you try to undermine me with the Escape Committee!" Danielle was livid.

Steve pressed her against the wooden slats as she struggled to break free.

"People are watching Steven! What will they think? Will they think Flight Sargent Benquist procured you a transvestite for your deviant pleasure?" Danielle paraphrased Steven's remark to Smithy.

Steven drew back his hand and made to strike her but stopped himself an inch from her face.

"Go on! Fuck me, and then slap me around! Isn't that what your character does to me in the play?" Danielle said defiantly.

"Can't you see that I don't want you to go because I'm jealous! I don't want the Oberst pawing at my girl," Steven burst out.

He was actually crying.

"One of the reasons that I never took an interest in the am-dram or Benny's Girls before was because they were sullied by the guards and especially Oberst Wessel. That German pig is well known for being a deviant," Steven was shaking.

"So what? What does that make you?" Danielle replied defiantly.

"But I adore you; don't you understand?" Steven gazed into her eyes.

"Up until yesterday you hated me," Danielle glared at him.

"Up until yesterday I was scared of you. Scared of the effect you were having on me. Scared of how I really felt about you. Scared that you would reject me; that I wouldn't be good enough for you," Steven whispered.

"And so you should have been! Now let me go I need to get changed for dinner," she lifted his hands from her shoulders.

Danielle walked over towards The Shop to see what they had in the way of eveningwear. She looked back over her shoulder to see that Steven was following her with his eyes. She gave him a wry smile and continued on her way.

The costume department in The Shop had a sequined sheath dress on the rack from a previous musical production. Danielle used her feminine guile to get one of the tailors to make some minor alterations on the spot so that it fitted her and after pleading and begging she got him to provide her a pair of precious new stockings.

The girls jealously treasured the stockings that they were issued with during the rehearsal period; holes and ladders were carefully mended until they became unwearable. Some of the girls traded favours with German guards for nylons; the hosiery held by the costume department in The Shop was kept under lock and key and issued to the girls on opening night and was expected to last at least a week while the show was running.

Danielle had no time to shower so she freshened her makeup and slipped into the red satin sheath-dress with sequin highlights on the bodice and an ankle to hip split up one side. She stepped into the new nylons and put on the black slingback high heels she had purloined from the costume department. She brushed her hair and put on her costume jewellery and was ready to go when Benny arrived to escort her to the dinner.

They met Wing Commander Smyth-Waddington at the compound gate. The main camp had a set of heavy vehicle gates set into the barbwire-topped, double-fence that enclosed it. The guard's quarters and officer's housing compound was set inside the camp with separate vehicle and pedestrian gates. Only one guard was required to protect the housing compound gate due to the higher security employed at the camp's main gate.

Benny was dressed in a dinner suit provided to him by The Shop; being dressed in civvies meant there was no awkwardness as there would have been had he shown up in his Flight Sargent's uniform at an officer's dinner. Smithy joined them at the gate in his dress uniform, which had been repeatedly mended but he still looked dapper.

The group was met by Oberst Wessel's adjutant who led them past the officer's accommodation block and married quarter housing to the Commanding Officer's double-story stone and teak opulent abode. It was the finest building in the camp and was set back from the other houses, hard against the security fence so as to have unimpeded views of the Hesse countryside from the windows facing away from the camp.

Oberst Kurt Wessel met the trio at the front door dressed in his dinner jacket. His adjutant and an Oberst-Lieutenant, his second in command, made six for dinner. Kurt Wessel's wife lived in an apartment in Frankfurt and refused to come to the camp regardless of the importance of the occasion which meant that Kurt pretty much lived the life of a single man; an arrangement he was more than happy with.

As decorum dictated Kurt met Smithy first and escorted him to the end of the table and sat Danielle beside him at the other end. Benny sat between Danielle and Smithy and the two other German officers sat across the table from them. Although he was polite to the other guests Kurt doted on Danielle and his eyes nearly fell out of his head when the split of her dress opened up when she sat down. He had an uninterrupted view of her long nylon-sheathed legs and his hand strayed there often during the meal.

Danielle ate little during dinner but she drank her share of the delicious German table wines; Kurt topped off her glass repeatedly.

The group deliberately talked nothing of the war. They discussed Benny's forthcoming production for a while and then Benny led the conversation, regaling them with anecdotes of his adventures with the likes of David Niven, Michael Redgrave, and Vivien Leigh when he was big time producer in London. Danielle spent most of the time trying to keep the Oberst from putting his hand up her dress.

The copious amount of beer and wine drunk by the group meant repeated visits to the toilet during the meal by the men and eventually Danielle needed to go too.

"Please excuse me gentlemen; I need to use the facilities," Danielle got to her feet and the rest of table rose out of politeness.

She could see the resentment in the eyes of the adjutant and the Oberst-Lieutenant who despised being deferential to a transvestite. They only tolerated her because their commanding officer was smitten. Danielle had overheard them whispering in German.

They had referred to her as a 'verworfen transvstit schlampe' and a 'billinge hure', in English, a 'degenerate transvestite slut' and a 'cheap whore' when the Oberst left the room to get more wine, but Danielle feigned ignorance and smiled.

"I don't expect you to use the gentlemen's facilities; please use my private bathroom upstairs, third on the right," Oberst Wessel insisted.

Danielle took her time climbing the wooden staircase; she could feel the Oberst eyes scouring her legs and her buttocks. She wished that she had worn something a little more demure but it was too late now. When she got to the landing she stopped and listened, half expecting someone, most likely the Oberst, to follow, but all she could hear was the din of the dinner conversation.

She passed the Oberst's bedroom with its elaborate four-poster king-sized bed. She ducked inside and made a quick search; there was nothing of significance that she could take without it being noticed missing. She was bursting for a wee so she went into the toilet, pulled down her knickers and sat on the pan. She didn't need to take off her gaff; her penis was taped facing back between her buttocks so she could pee sitting down. She quickly wiped and adjusted her clothing.

She came outside the toilet and listened. The men were still talking and she could hear the Oberst's booming voice so she went back into his bedroom to the windows and looked outside. What she saw amazed her and was a testament to Oberst Wessel's arrogance. The inner part of the double fence stopped at the corners of the Oberst's house and outer fence had a pedestrian gate let into it. The Oberst or his predecessors did not want views of the ratty POW camp from their bedroom windows; they wanted views of the forest and they didn't want to have to walk through the camp to gain access to the beautiful grove so they had put in a personal gate.

Danielle carefully noted the surrounds and landscape, making mental calculations; then she checked the dresser drawers. There was a loaded Luger pistol in the first drawer but she would be shot if she was caught with it and it was too obvious a ploy so she left it. In the corner of the drawer was a set of keys; she picked them and hefted them. One of them seemed big enough to fit the gate on the outer fence but there would be only one way to find out. She put the keys back where she had found them and noticed a packet of letters addressed to Oberst Kurt Wessel, Officer in Charge of Stalag Luft Oberursel from Generallieutenant Ernst Huber, Commander 17th Infantry Division Frankfurt.

She untied the ribbon and scanned the first letter. The Generallieutenant was negotiating with the Oberst to supply prison work-gangs to help build fortifications around Frankfurt. This was against the Geneva Convention but the Germans were paying the Convention scant regard as they prepared for an allied invasion. Danielle took a letter from the middle of the packet hoping that it wouldn't be missed.

Danielle heard the stairs creak and she hurriedly put the letters back, closed the drawer and just made it to the door when Oberst Wessel came into the room.

He looked as startled as she did and his smile was turning into frown and Danielle, caught red-handed, improvised a reason for being here.

"What are you doing in my bedroom Fraulein?" he asked gruffly.

Danielle stepped up to him and pressed herself against him and kissed his cheek.

"I thought you would never get up here; I'd just about given up," she rubbed herself against him.

Instinctively his hands went to her buttocks and squeezed, pulling her tighter against him.

"You naughty girl," he grinned, the lust evident on his face.

She kissed him; their tongues intertwined. She reached between their bodies and found the Oberst erect; it seemed like a formidable piece of flesh through his dress pants.

"We don't have long; the dinner guests are already wondering where you are, that's why I came up here looking for you," the Oberst squeezed her buttocks and then slipped his hand inside the split in her dress and caressed her thighs.

"We'll just have to be quick then," Danielle eased herself out of his embrace and leaned against the dresser, presenting herself.

The Oberst chuckled as he unbuttoned his flies.

Danielle swept her dress out of the way and pulled her tight nylon knickers aside exposing her buttocks.

The Oberst stepped in behind and slid himself all the way inside her. Because she didn't have time to shower she also hadn't douched so her anus was still moist with Vaseline and the remains of Steven's spend.

"You were prepared for me," the Oberst chuckled.

He gripped her hips and began to fuck Danielle vigorously and she rocked back and forth on her heels in time with his thrusts. She wriggled her buttocks to entice him but also to guide his thick penis onto her prostate; she had to admit she was enjoying being fucked.

"Oh! Yes! There you have it!" she hissed as he found her sweet spot.

"Mmm. You are nice and tight; you little minx," the Oberst sighed.

"And here we go!" he pulled her hard against him holding her still while he ejaculated.

Danielle found the whole thing rather dirty but it was kinky as hell, quite depraved in fact, as she orgasmed into her panties.

The Oberst thrust into her once, twice more then extracted himself. Danielle remained bent over holding her dress and her knickers away from the issue dribbling from her anus and between her buttocks. The Oberst wiped himself with a handkerchief and then, ever the gentleman, he wiped her too.

"You may use my bathroom again young lady," he grunted as struggled with his buttons.

Danielle was very unladylike as she made her way to the bathroom holding her dress up and her knickers away from her bottom until she could lay her hands on a facecloth and wipe herself properly.

Her knickers were damp with semen but there was nothing she could do about that; the Oberst's semen would continue to seep from her sphincter for the remainder of the night.

Despite having fixed her makeup and adjusted her dress it was obvious to everyone what had happened upstairs but no one said a word.

The other two German officers looked disgusted and did not engage Danielle in any further conversation.

When it came time to leave about half an hour later the Oberst kissed her softly on the lips rather than her proffered hand so if anyone had any doubts that he had fucked Danielle they were firmly extinguished.

As they walked back to the barracks Smithy and Benny were both surly.

"I hope it was worth it Danielle," Smithy said dryly.

"I have some very good Intel for you sir," Danielle replied.

"But more importantly we will have to bring forward the escape to the opening night of Clash by Night," she said gravely.

To be continued