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    A Cinderella Story
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    Copyright 2007-2009 Severe Productions Ltd. All rights reserved.
    Intended for adults only. TS.Severe@yahoo.com


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    A Cinderella Story
    By T.S.Severe

    Cinderella 2 - Chapter 4




        "I liked you better when you were a cop." The Matchmaker
frowned from the doorway of his Berlin flat. "I didn't have to get up
to open the fucking door."

        "I could kick it in, if you like," Wolfgang shrugged. "For old
time's sake."

        "Hmph," the man turned away, limping back to his easy chair
and the football match on his small television. He was older, in his
fifties, and thin with thick white hair on top of his narrow skull. He
dressed like a peasant, Wolfgang thought, wearing old tweed trousers
and a flannel shirt, with wide suspenders rather than a belt.

        Wolfgang closed the door behind him and turned the bolt. He
glanced around the modest apartment just assure himself that they were
alone. The place was neat and clean, very orderly for a man who lived
alone perhaps, but he was a tidy man by nature, as Wolfgang knew. The
Matchmaker was a small time fence as well, and sometimes an informant
for the Federal Police, depending on circumstances.

        He wasn't much of a criminal as such things go, however; the
man had no taste for violence or anything that would get him locked
away for more than a year or two and he was too valuable for that. He
rarely took risks, but the dour look on his face made it clear that
was precisely what he thought Wolfgang was. That wasn't too
surprising. The Matchmaker's real business was dealing in contacts and
selling information; he knew everyone and arranging introductions made
him more than a modest living. In the clandestine world of German
crime, The Matchmaker was the one man everyone trusted, if only
because everyone needs help once in awhile.

        "Here," Wolfgang said, dropping a small roll of Euros onto the
man's lap before taking a seat on an old, well-worn sofa.

        "I had visitors today," The Matchmaker said, picking up the
money and pulling the rubber band free so he could count it.

        "Oh?"

        "Friends of yours, I think." He counted the money quickly and
stuffed it into the seat cushion beside him.

        "Federal Police?"

        "They smelled like Gestapo," the man agreed.

        "Did they ask about anything in particular?" Wolfgang
wondered, ignoring the small jibe.

        "Hamburg," he snorted. "I wasn't much help, I'm afraid. Have
you been there recently?"

        "No." Wolfgang sat back with a shake of his head.

        "I didn't think so." The man nodded. "A dangerous place these
days. You should stay away from there."

        "Thanks."

        "So?" The Matchmaker looked at his visitor. "What do you want
this time?"

        "The same as last time," Wolfgang said and he frowned at the
sardonic smile playing across the older man's face. "I accidentally
dropped something in the river."

        "Clumsy," he said with a chuckle. "Two days?"

        "Tonight?"

        "Hmmm..." the man glanced at the clock above his television.
"How well do you know Salzwedel?"

        Wolfgang shrugged.

        "I'll draw you a map," he said. "At least it's on the way,
no?"

        "The way to where?" Wolfgang narrowed his eyes.

        "Why...Hamburg, of course," The Matchmaker said with a grin.


    =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=


        It was nearly midnight before Wolfgang reached under his seat
for the pistol he'd bought in Salzwedel. He'd met a man in a gas
station men's room, trading money for hardware with barely a dozen
words spoken between them. It had been an expensive purchase, as such
things usually were, and the suppressor had doubled the price.

        The money worried Wolfgang less than the time he'd spent
driving halfway across Germany and he was running very low on both.
After the death of his mother, Wolfgang had sold the old house he'd
grown up in and nearly everything inside it, but that had been over a
year previously and he hadn't been working in the meantime. His real
concern at the moment was for Eva, however. With Dubert dead it was
impossible to know what would become of his sister.

        Ebenstrasse was a brightly lit street passing through the
center of what passed for Hamburg's redlight district. It hosted
decaying buildings of brick and mortar built on the ruins of World War
Two, but not to last apparently. Bars, tattoo and massage parlors,
seedy café's and pornographic bookstores lined both sides of the
street. The place crawled with prostitutes and drunken sailors from
the nearby waterfront, with bums and panhandlers sitting near steam
grates in their shabby clothes. The corners and alleyways were lorded
over by pimps and drug dealers, watching from against the wall while
they smoked, or sitting in their large automobiles.

        None of it was surprising or particularly intimidating to
Wolfgang. He had enough experience with places and people like this to
understand what was going on. He was also smart enough to know that he
was the outsider. No one could be trusted, no matter what they might
say or do, and he was very much alone.

        The night club with the unlikely name of Nacht Baden Leben was
something of a landmark in Hamburg with a reputation for wanton
excess. In the twenties and thirties it had established itself as a
cabaret catering to the risqué entertainment demanded by Hamburg's
affluent minority and the tourists taking advantage of the severe
German depression and subsequent recovery under the Nazis. Of course
what was considered risqué seventy years ago would hardly raise an
eyebrow now and the fashionable strippers and showgirls had given way
to live sex shows featuring everything from BDSM to pissing to
bestiality. The only thing that hadn't changed, other than the name,
was the fact that Hamburg's elite still enjoyed sneaking in through
the back doors. For that reason, Nacht Baden Leben enjoyed a certain
amount of immunity from the local police, and so it was also popular
with Hamburg's most recent counter-culture youth movement, most of
whom were pushing thirty these days and suffering a lack of direction.

        "Twenty-five," a large man said, jerking his head towards the
sign on the wall. There was a cover charge to enter and Wolfgang dug
into his trousers for the bills.

        "Is Eva here tonight?" he asked, looking for a reaction more
than an answer, but he got neither.

        "Enjoy yourself," the man said without smiling, looking past
Wolfgang towards a young couple laughing drunkenly behind him.

        At least I'm not overdressed, Wolfgang thought as he made his
way through the club. He was wearing a dark suit beneath his long wool
overcoat, with a white shirt and blue tie loosely knotted. His brown
hair was fashionably long, curling around his collar as it was combed
straight back from his smooth forehead. A surprising number of people
were well dressed, the woman in particular and not all of them were
employees. It would be easy for a man to make a mistake, but then
again, Wolfgang imagined that most of the female patrons would enjoy
that sort of game and take it as a form of flattery.

        Like the buxom brunette who stopped him with a delicate hand
on his chest. She would have been ten centimeters taller than Wolfgang
even without her heels, and she looked down at him with an amused
smile and brown eyes so dilated that they were nearly black. She
seemed to be poured into her strapless evening gown, looking like she
should be visiting the opera rather than a red light nightclub, but
such was the nature of local mores.

        "Do you have a light?" she asked Wolfgang, holding up a
cigarette and licking her red lips.

        "No. I'm sorry," he said, noting the way her full breasts rose
and fell slowly. "I don't smoke."

        "I do." The woman pursed her lips, looking him up and down.

        "Allow me." He smiled at her, taking the cigarette from her
fingers. "I've just saved your life."

        She smiled at that, rubbing her empty fingers together. "I
haven't seen you here before."

        "I've been here many times," Wolfgang lied. "I've seen you.
Who is that man...?"

        "I don't know what you mean."

        "The one you come here with," Wolfgang insisted, glancing
around as if looking for someone.

        "Oh," she said with a sigh. "My husband? You like him?"

        "No."

        "Dance with me." The woman reached for his arm, but Wolfgang
shook his head.

        "Another time." He smiled apologetically, moving around her.

        "Faggot," she muttered.

        The club was divided into two large sections with a long bar
separating them. Half of the club, the section most immediate to the
front entrance, was for dancing. A dazzling array of lights were
rigged overhead, nearly blinding as they swung back and forth over the
crowd. A young DJ worked the techno-club mix from a small stage,
dancing around behind his equipment like a rock star, and the place
was filled with younger men and women moving to the pounding bass and
screaming orchestral synthesis. It was hot and loud, the air filled
with smoke and the assorted stink of alcohol, sweat, and tobacco.

        Wolfgang made his way through the crowd slowly, feeling the
weight of the Glock 29 sheathed in a nylon holster beneath his left
arm. He was careful to avoid brushing against anyone as he moved. His
modest stature and natural athletic grace had always served him well
and the man seemed to drift easily through the chaos. A number of
patrons observed him with interest and Wolfgang didn't avoid their
eyes, but offered little in response and declined politely several
offers to join the revelry surrounding him.

        Passing around the double sided bar the atmosphere suddenly
changed, both literally and figuratively. It was noticeably cooler and
smell of sweating bodies less intrusive. The club was also darker and
Wolfgang paused, letting people walk around him as he let his eyes
adjust. There was a large central stage, just a slightly raised
platform really, upon which a pair women clad entirely in red PVC
seemed to be dancing almost violently with each other. It was soon
revealed that one of them wore a dildo and was plunging it deeply into
a smaller girl's exposed sex, unwillingly it seemed as the girl tried
to escape the penetration with gasps and muffled grunts. Around them
were tables and booths lit with candles flickering yellow and red in
colored glass pots.

        The place wasn't quite as crowded as the other half of the
club, or at least the people were sitting down and that made a big
difference. Most of the tables were occupied by one or more men and
they were not alone, but sitting with wives, girlfriends, or far more
likely, employees of the club. A number of attractive women, all
scantily clad in revealing and sexy attire, were ferrying drinks. One
of them parked her tray at the waitress station nearest Wolfgang and
gave one of the bartenders a wave.

        "Hi," Wolfgang said to her with a smile, holding a fifty euro
note in his fingers and tapping the edge of it against the bar.

        "Hi," the girl replied absently, giving him a glance as she
tallied up a bill for the drinks she was ordering.

        "Busy tonight," he observed, leaning forward as if trying to
catch the bartender's attention.

        "Always." The blonde woman sighed and she was older than
Wolfgang first thought, but very sexy in her matching black leather
shorts and halter top. Her ripe breasts jiggled when she moved and the
cheeks of her round ass were spilling out behind her.

        "I'm looking for Eva," Wolfgang said, turning towards the
girl. "Have you seen her tonight?"

        "Eva?" The blonde shrugged without lifting her eyes. "I don't
know. There are a lot of girls..."

        "Not like her," he said, dropping the money on the tray.

        "Uh..." The woman looked up finally and nodded her head.
"Upstairs, I think. Back there, by the restrooms..."

        "Are you sure?" Wolfgang asked, following the woman's eyes
towards a wide opening in the wall.

        "Eva went up to her room a couple hours ago," she told him,
picking up the money as the bartender approached. "That's all I know."

        "What's upstairs?" Wolfgang asked and the girl shrugged,
turning her attention to the drinks she needed.

        The stairway was some two meters wide and red carpeted with a
brass chain across the entry. A sign hanging from it said, "Private"
and Wolfgang ignored the notice, unclipping the chain and letting it
hang from the opposite wall. There was a landing halfway up where the
stairs made a ninety degree turn to the right, ascending once more
before reaching a wide hallway some fifteen meters long. A number of
wooden doors, four of them, lined either side of the hallway at
regular intervals, but what caught Wolfgang's eye was the large man
sitting on a chair at the opposite end.

        He was big and blonde, dressed in a rumpled black suit and
reading a newspaper. He narrowed his eyes when he looked up to see
Wolfgang approaching him, lowered his newspaper with a frown and
started shaking his head.

        "You should go back downstairs, my friend," the man said in
Russian accented German. "This floor is private."

        "Private?" Wolfgang widened his soft brown eyes, glancing
around as he kept walking. "I'm looking for my wife. She told me she
wanted to powder her nose and..."

        "The ladies room is downstairs," the man said, setting his
newspaper on the carpet and standing slowly. He was very large, well
over two meters tall and easily a hundred kilos. It doubtless gave him
confidence facing a much smaller man who couldn't have weighed 75
kilos soaking wet.

        "Ah. Shit. I must have walked right past it." Wolfgang gave
him a lop-sided grin and a small shrug. He stopped and started to
turn, but then thought better of it. "Say, have you got a light
anyway?"

        Wolfgang held up the cigarette he'd taken from the woman
earlier.

        "Yeah, sure," the man said with a nod, reaching into his
trousers.

        "Thanks." Wolfgang smiled appreciatively, stepping closer as
the man produced a Zippo lighter. "My fucking wife...She hates it when I
smoke."

        "Like mine. You should leave her home next time," the bigger
man chuckled, snapping the lighter open and thumbing it.

        "Heh! You don't know my wife," Wolfgang snorted, bringing the
cigarette to his lips and leaning forward.

        As the man opened his mouth to say something else, Wolfgang
closed his hand into a fist and drove it into the Russian's solar
plexus, the bundle of nerves controlling all the major organs in the
abdomen. A solid blow could easily knock a man unconscious, but
Wolfgang hadn't been able to take a full swing and the Russian was
large and thick in the middle. He was staggered, however, and the air
seemed to burst from his gaping mouth, but the man wasn't down and
Wolfgang didn't hesitate. He grabbed the much larger man by the arms,
just above the Russian's elbows, pushing him backwards even as
Wolfgang drove his right knee into the man's groin like a
sledgehammer.

        The Russian groaned weakly, having precious little air left to
make the sound properly, and he was falling into the chair behind him
when Wolfgang's right hand found his thick neck. He closed his thumb
and fingers, digging into the soft skin on either side of the jaw and
slammed the Russian's skull into the wall with a loud crack and then
another, leaving a dark red stain behind. It was much the sort of
close combat Wolfgang had been taught during his tour of mandatory
service in the Bundeswehr and later refined as a member of the Federal
Police. The whole affair had happened in a matter of seconds and
Wolfgang picked up the man's lighter, still burning as it charred and
melted the thin carpeting around it.

        "Sorry, my friend," Wolfgang said quietly to the unconscious
Russian, closing the lighter and slipping it inside the man's jacket
and the newspaper over his knees. He'd live, probably, but wake up
with one hell of a headache later and Wolfgang was glad of that. He
had no desire to kill anyone, but only to find Eva and leave as
quickly as possible.

        Wolfgang took the Russian's pistol, an older Colt Model 1911
and ejected the magazine to see the clip held ten rounds. He worked
the slide, finding the breech empty, and locked it open with the thumb
lever. The .45 was a heavy weapon and popular with the self-styled
Russian gangsters as something of a status symbol. Wolfgang had never
held one before, but there was little time to admire it. He replaced
the magazine in the checkered grip and released the slide with a solid
ka-chunk as a round was loaded and the weapon cocked. Thumbing the
hammer, Wolfgang pulled the trigger and dropped the hammer slowly back
into place before putting the pistol into his left coat pocket.

        From his right pocket, Wolfgang produced a pair of surgical
gloves and tugged them on quickly before pulling his Glock free. He
held the pistol low at his right side as he checked the nearest door.
It was unlocked and inside he found a distinctly feminine bedroom with
the bed disheveled, but empty. There were two doors inside, opened to
a closet half-full of women's clothes and a bathroom respectively.
Wolfgang left the room, crossing the hall to check the door on the
opposite side. This one too was unlocked and Wolfgang opened it
slowly, finding another bedroom and this time it was occupied.

        A woman lay on the bed face down and spread eagle. Wolfgang's
heart lurched as he took in her dirty blonde hair, looking like
tarnished silver as it clung to her neck and shoulders. The room stank
of sweat and sex and her body gleamed with perspiration. There were
long, angry stripes of red across her pale back from just below her
shoulders to the tops of her thighs. She was bound to the brass bed
frame with thin leather belts and whatever had happened to her must
have ended only recently. The shower could be heard running and as
Wolfgang closed the door behind him he became aware of a man's voice
humming pleasantly.

        "Eva?" Wolfgang whispered, reaching for the girl and pulling
stringy hair from her face.

        "Ummm..." she sighed softly, and her eyelids fluttered but
didn't open.

        Wolfgang frowned, glancing at the open door to the bathroom
and then looking at his sister's injured body. There were welts criss-
crossing her skin, and some faint bruising just beginning to show, but
no blood at least. She'd been whipped, that was obvious enough, and as
Wolfgang moved towards the foot of the bed he could see her anus puffy
and raw, leaking thin semen to mix with the large stain beneath her
hips and swollen sex. The smell of urine was suddenly strong and he
imagined Eva had pissed herself during her beating. Anger rose from
Wolfgang's gut, a calm rage that added to his sense of purpose.

        The man in the shower froze as he turned and saw Wolfgang
pointing his pistol at him. The Glock 29 was a smaller weapon, being a
sub-compact design and intended for concealment, and somewhat
deceptive as it was chambered for the powerful 10mm Auto cartridge.
The suppressor added another 8cm to the barrel and nearly 400 grams to
the weight, but that was unavoidable. It was always better to err on
the side of stealth, in Wolfgang's opinion, because no one could
predict the future. He was glad he'd spent the money now.

        The man said something in Russian, perhaps asking who Wolfgang
was, perhaps making an observation about the weather. It made no
difference as Wolfgang pulled the trigger. The pistol was loud in the
small room, even with the suppressor, and the heavy bullet tore into
the Russian's left eye and out the back of his skull, taking most of
the man's brains with it. The shower curtain between them was
spattered with crimson blowback and the white tiles behind the man
looked as if someone had thrown a bucket of strawberry jam on the
wall.

        "Eva, wake up...Can you hear me?" Wolfgang asked her, setting
his gun on the mattress between her spread legs and working at the
belts to free her ankles.

        "Hmmm...no..." She smiled weakly, unmoving as her legs and then
her arms were freed.

        Wolfgang looked around for some clothes and spotted a syringe
on the dresser. There was a kit there, arranged haphazardly from
recent use. A small can of sterno, a large spoon bent over on itself
so it would stand upright over the flame and cook the girl's heroin.
Some rubber tubing and cotton balls, a foil packet unfolded with faint
traces of white powder in the creases. Wolfgang knew what it was and
why Eva was so lethargic. The Russian had shot her up, whipped her,
and then raped her asshole while she lay helpless beneath him.

        "Come on," Wolfgang said with a soft grunt, lifting the girl
and working a dress over her head. It was red and thin like a summer
dress, and very loose on her, but that made it easier. Eva was smiling
at him, her eyes dark and unfocused. She offered no resistance at
least, but she was in no condition to walk out of the club.

        Wolfgang rolled his sister onto her stomach, getting a weak
giggle from her as he zipped up her dress. This all seemed to be
taking too long and if the Russian outside didn't come around soon,
someone was sure to discover him before too much longer. Wolfgang
looked hurriedly for a purse or anything Eva might wish for later, but
saw nothing and didn't spare the time for a real search.

        He checked the hallway cautiously, opening the door to see the
big Russian exactly as he'd left him. Wolfgang replaced his pistol in
its holster and took off his overcoat, putting it over Eva's shoulders
as she sat on the edge of the bed. He found her shoes, leather pumps
with three inch heels and he frowned as he put them on her feet,
knowing they weren't going to help get Eva down the stairs.

        "Ready?" he asked her, not looking for an answer as he peeled
off his gloves and then struggled to get the girl to her feet. "Come
on. Walk with me, Eva."

        "Ohhh..." she sighed as Wolfgang held her right hand with his,
keeping her arm around his neck while his left arm cradled her narrow
waist.

        They were very nearly to the stairs when Wolfgang heard a door
open behind him. He let go of Eva's hand, tightening his grip around
her body, and reached inside his jacket to feel his pistol ready to be
jerked loose from the break-away rig.

        "No! Stop!" A woman giggled drunkenly and Wolfgang turned his
head to look over his shoulder. She was dark haired and cute, flushed
with drink and recent sex.

        "What? You like it," her companion said, speaking without a
Russian accent, Wolfgang was relieved to note. He was tall with close
cropped hair and a pleasant face. Neither of them had looked in the
other direction to see the Russian slumped in his chair.

        "Who is that?" the girl wondered, looking more at Eva than at
Wolfgang.

        "Too much to drink, eh?" the man asked with a cheerful grin.
"You need help?"

        "No," Wolfgang smiled back at him. "She does this to me all
the time."

        "Ah! You should let her sleep it off," the man suggested. "Put
her in bed and leave the door open."

        "What? Erich!" His girlfriend laughed and slapped his chest
playfully.

        "Teach her a lesson?" Wolfgang chuckled.

        "Exactly!" The man nodded eagerly, pulling his girl closer as
they caught up with Wolfgang and Eva. "Here. I'll give you a hand.
We'll get her downstairs and you can buy us all beer, yeah?"

        "I've got to get her home," Wolfgang apologized. "Next time.
I'll tell her to pass out earlier and we can drink all night."

        "Home?" Eva lifted her head, blinking at the man holding her.

        "Shhh...almost there." Wolfgang smiled at her, wondering what
might happen if his sister suddenly came to her senses.

        "That's Eva!" the girl exclaimed. "Where are you taking her?"

        "Home," Eva whispered, smiling as she tried to turn her head
and look at the other woman.

        "Does Yuri know you're taking her?" she asked.

        "Who's Yuri?" her companion wondered, looking a little
confused and he tugged on his girlfriend's hand. "Let's go
downstairs."

        "He knows," Wolfgang lied, having no idea who Yuri was either,
but thinking it was probably the man he'd killed in the shower. They
were standing at the top of the steps and he was tempted just to pick
Eva up in his arms and go as quickly as he could.

        "I don't believe you," the woman said, swallowing hard and she
turned around taking two steps and then gasping as she saw the
obviously unconscious Russian.

        Moving quickly, Wolfgang drew his pistol and pointed it at the
man's face.

        "Get your girlfriend back into your room," Wolfgang said
clearly. "Or I'll shoot you both."

        "What?" The man stared at gun, looking down the long, black
tunnel of the suppressor from less than a dozen centimeters away.

        "Erich?" The girl had turned back around and she went white as
snow.

        "Where are we?" Eva asked, slipping slightly and Wolfgang
tightened his grip, jerking the girl upward with his left arm.

        "Back in your room," he repeated. "Now!"

        The man moved then, backing up several steps and then turning,
almost stumbling over his own feet as he hastened to grab the girl by
the arm. He dragged her back into the room from which they'd emerged,
slamming the door behind them.

        Wolfgang didn't put his pistol away, but kept it in his hand
as he turned Eva and picked her up off her feet. His right arm was
under her knees and he hid the pistol as best he could, using the
folds of the overcoat she was wearing to cover it. His left arm was
under her neck and he balanced her briefly as he took a firm grip. It
wasn't the best situation, carrying a barely conscious girl out of the
club like that, but Wolfgang had little choice now.

        Part of him was unhappy that he'd left behind two people who
could identify him. Three, including the Russian, but he wouldn't talk
to the police. The girl and her companion though, they might, and
they'd gotten good, long looks at his face, obviously, and would be
able to provide an accurate description. Killing them would have been
simple enough, but even if that would have guaranteed Wolfgang's
escape, and it didn't, he wasn't the sort of man to kill innocent
people in cold blood. A man like Dubert, or the Russian he'd found in
Eva's room, that was one thing. Such men deserved to die. But a whore
and her client who happened to be passing by at the wrong time? No.


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        "Dying in prison would be better than living with that,"
Wolfgang said with a nod of his head as if agreeing with himself.

        He was looking down and none of us said anything for a
minute.

        "Even so," he looked back up and shrugged, "we were able to
escape."

        "You just walked out?" Sophia asked him.

        "It was not so hard. I was able to get Eva on her feet again,"
he explained. "The drugs were wearing off, at least enough so she
could walk, and nobody stopped us."

        We were in my cabana suite, eating seafood dinner, drinking
wine, and listening to Wolfgang talk. His story was interrupted
occasionally as Eva would add something here and there, or one of us
would ask a question. The mood was somber, as you'd expect listening
to such things. Wolfgang hadn't planned on killing anyone and he'd
hoped to avoid it, but seeing his sister the way she'd been...He had no
regrets about what he'd done, that was clear.

        Eva herself merely shrugged. "Yuri was a pig. A bully," she
said. "He liked to hurt me."

        "He did that to you before?" I wondered. "Whipped you and..."

        "Hmmmm..." Eva nodded. "Many times. It is not so bad, with the
heroin it is very...How do you say it? Surreal? Like a dream."

        "It sounds like you enjoyed it," Sophia said.

        "Sometimes," Eva agreed, smiling at the other woman. "It is
the bad sex. I still like it."

        "Okay." Sophia blinked and raised her glass, swallowing some
wine with a little look at me. She liked sex, but Sophia's tastes were
rather tame by anyone's standards. The idea of enjoying BDSM was a
little beyond her understanding.

        "But not the drugs," Wolfgang added. "Eva is very clean now."

        "He watches me carefully," Eva said, turning her smile on
Wolfgang. "He is cruel that way."

        "Cruel?" I asked her.

        "Oh yes," she said. "He tortured me in the beginning. I hated
Wolfgang very much."

        "I had to get her off the heroin," he explained. "Such things
are never pleasant."

        "What did you do?" I asked him, having visions of Eva being
locked in a room, going crazy with withdrawal symptoms.

        "I locked her in a room," Wolfgang said, narrowing his eyes at
the look on my face. "I had no money for a sanitarium, and the
questions they would have asked..."

        "He had no choice," Eva told me. "He was a very good doctor."

        "And you were a very bad patient," Wolfgang said with a
chuckle.


    =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=



        It was three days before Eva could keep food in her stomach.
The worst was over as her drug dependency began to fade and her body
slowly remembered how to function without heroin. She hadn't slept
very much, only fitfully and for brief periods. Most often Eva would
curl up beneath the heavy blankets Wolfgang covered her with,
shivering and cursing the man with every breath she took. Sometimes
she became violent, trying to hurt herself or her brother, and
Wolfgang would have to wrestle with the girl. During the worst of it,
he would bind her hands and feet until the episode passed.

        He never left her, not once, and Wolfgang would hold her close
and try to soothe the pain. He fed her and bathed her, suffered her
insane abuse. By the end of it they were both exhausted. Eva ate a
little soup, a few sections of orange, and slept for twenty hours
straight. She awoke hungry, confused and frightened, but her eyes were
clear and her mind coherent. She had a lot of questions and Wolfgang
answered the girl patiently and always with the truth.

        "I would like to take a bath," Eva said, leaning over the back
of the sofa and putting her arms around Wolfgang's neck.

        "And so?" He turned his face upward from an old copy of Der
Spiegel that had come with the flat, giving his sister a smile.

        "I want you to do it for me," Eva sighed, putting her chin on
his shoulder.

        "You're not feeling well?"

        "I like it when you bathe me," she said. "Please?"

        "Eva." Wolfgang shook his head, but after two weeks he had to
admit that he enjoyed their growing intimacy as well.

        "Don't be frightened," she teased him with a soft giggle.
"It's only a bath."

        It was much more than a bath, as they both well knew. Despite
having the same father, Wolfgang and Eva were strangers and regardless
of what they knew to be correct, they shared more than just blood. The
attraction had begun in secret, with small looks and shy smiles not
shared, but stolen when the other wasn't watching. When one of them
was caught, the other would pretend not to notice and this only served
to embolden the siblings more.

        Wolfgang had bathed Eva while she was recovering from her
addiction; likewise they'd shared the same bed, the only bed in the
small Frankfurt flat that he'd rented a year before. Neither were
habits they would willingly break, although Wolfgang did try. He'd
suggested that he could sleep on the sofa, now that Eva was feeling
better, and he'd done precisely that for one night. The next morning
Eva complained bitterly. She couldn't sleep alone. She was afraid of
the dark. She had nightmares, the girl said, and the next night
Wolfgang held her close while Eva slept peacefully beside him.

        "Are they gone?" Eva asked, looking over her shoulder and into
the mirror.

        "Almost," Wolfgang said, but he could still see the scars on
his sister's back and not all of them were from the night he'd found
her. Some were older, long faded and noticeable only if he examined
her carefully.

        "Yes," she nodded. "They look nice, I think. Do you like
them?"

        "No." Wolfgang sat on the floor of the small bathroom, holding
his hand under the tub's faucet as it filled with water. He was still
dressed in a brown sweater and dark trousers.

        Eva was undressing slowly, holding her t-shirt on her arms,
but already removed from her head and body. It covered her breasts as
she stood there in a pair of old jeans. She was regaining some weight,
but even so the girl was naturally thin. She'd taken to exercising
with Wolfgang, running with him through the streets of Frankfurt as
the sun rose in the morning. Eva surprised him with her stamina and
hidden strength, but it had only been a few weeks and so she tired
quickly. After only five or six kilometers they would usually just
walk together for an hour or so, speaking quietly about their lives.

        Now Wolfgang could see the fresh air and exercise beginning to
pay off. Her skin was pale, white as cream all over, but unlike her
previous pallor this was more natural, almost radiant it seemed to
him. Eva's muscles were becoming pronounced with use and rather than
skinny, she was becoming lean, and in that way they were similar and
much like their father had been in his youth and well into middle-age.
It was in their genes to be athletic in form, just as it was to be
coldly analytical perhaps, and less inclined to demonstrate emotion
than act upon it. That was his gift to them, or so Wolfgang imagined,
and it had not been coincidence that they'd both joined the police,
again like their father who had worked for the East German State
Security Police.

        "I want you to like me," Eva said, turning around to face her
brother as she let her t-shirt go.

        "Of course I like you," he said, looking up at her with
amusement. They'd had this sort of talk before.

        "All of me?" Eva wondered with a smile of her own. "Even my
scars?"

        "You're lucky," Wolfgang turned away from her blue eyes. "The
water is hot tonight."

        "Hmph," Eva pursed her lips and unsnapped her jeans, pushing
the denim down her narrow hips. She wore no panties and Wolfgang
pretended not to look as her sex came into view. It was small and deep
between her thighs with a tangle of light blonde hair to hide her pink
vulva.

        "I should shave, I think. Would you like me better?" Eva bit
her lip and pulled at her pubis with her fingers, pressing her palm
against her flat tummy.

        "There's a razor in the medicine cabinet," Wolfgang told her,
taking the excuse to turn his head and that made Eva smile. She wanted
him to look at her.

        "Will you do it for me?" she asked him.

        "You've never shaved before?" Wolfgang drew a small breath as
he looked at her.

        "I have." She shrugged. "But I want to be spoiled. Please?"

        "Perhaps I should, uh..." Wolfgang glanced at the door.

        "I know you want to protect me." Eva turned, opening the
medicine cabinet to find the disposable razors and shaving cream.

        "You're my sister," he said. "And I wish you weren't."

        She took a deep breath. "I know."

        Eva turned around, handing a razor and metal can to Wolfgang
before stepping past him, into the tub. The water was hot and she
gasped and giggled, making a child-like pout as she sat down slowly
with her back to the opposite end, facing her brother. The water did
not rise to cover her nipples, but almost, and Wolfgang looked at
them. Eva's breasts were mere handfuls, like a young girl might
possess, and topped with dark, thick nipples. They were hard every
time he saw them and he could imagine how they would feel, stiff
beneath his fingers and tongue.

        She watched him, leaning against the porcelain and bringing
her hands up her taut belly to cup her tits. Eva squeezed the thin
mounds of flesh and rubbed her thumbs over her nipples, staring at
Wolfgang's face, watching his soft brown eyes drink her in. She was
not beautiful, not even particularly attractive, the girl thought. She
had to regain her weight and build up her strength. She wasn't proud
of her body and with anyone else she might have been shy, even ashamed
of her appearance, but not with him.

        "Touch me," Eva whispered and it was so quiet in that tiny
room. Her voice seemed to echo off the cracked and peeling walls.

        The fluorescent light was harsh, bathing them in sickly light,
and the tiled floor was mottled and stained like the tub Eva sat in.
There was nothing pleasant to Wolfgang's senses but his sister and his
heart swelled as he put his hand in the water, finding her right leg
and following it upward. She was open and vulnerable, breathing
heavily through her nose as she stared at his face. When his fingers
found her sex, Eva gasped softly and closed her eyes. Her thin lips
were parted and Wolfgang watched the tip of the girl's tongue as it
moved between them.

        "I'm sorry," Wolfgang said, leaning across the tub to find her
mouth with his.

        His finger entered Eva's sex, splitting her thin labia, and he
cupped her vulva in his hand, holding the girl while they kissed. It
was inevitable perhaps, a mistake or a joke that the one woman
Wolfgang could love had turned out to be the one person he shouldn't.
He'd known others, dated and made love, but there had never been a
need to be with any of them. Never an ache, a physical pain that he
could feel inside his gut when he watched her do the most ordinary
things. His sister was a part of him, the best part, Wolfgang
imagined. Eva was that which made him whole.

        "Umphhh..." Eva groaned softly into Wolfgang's mouth, lifting
her hips against the pressure of his tender exploration and drawing
the man's tongue deeper between her lips.

        The seduction was hers, as if her dependence had moved from
drugs to Wolfgang. She needed him now. The anger and confusion had
given way beneath his patient explanations to be replaced with trust
and love. She'd worshipped their father as a child and missed him
terribly when his visits had ceased without warning. Now she had him
again in the form of the man who had saved her, the only person who
would care for her. How could she not fall in love with him? Wolfgang
was the man she'd dreamt of, the man she'd spent her life looking for
and tonight she had him, finally and completely.

        "I love you," Eva told him, holding Wolfgang's face in her
hands, searching his eyes with hers.

        "I'm here," he said softly. "I'll never leave you."

        "I know," she said and then smiled, licking her bruised lips.
"Shave me now. I want to watch you."

        Wolfgang did as his sister demanded, shaving her legs first as
Eva sat on the edge of the tub. She had very little hair in any event,
but it was the ritual that mattered. Wolfgang drew the razor across
her lily skin slowly, holding her calf or ankle, always touching her
while Eva kept her eyes on him. She would spread her legs and hide
nothing from his eyes. Her sex was plainly visible beneath her wet
pubic hair, the girl's clitoris hard and swollen at the top of her
slit. Eva's labia were small and pink, pulled outward by his fingers,
and she bit her lip when Wolfgang shaved her pussy carefully.

        She held her breath for long seconds at a time, letting it out
slowly as he would drag the razor across the her soft skin, gathering
clots of blonde hair and shaving cream to be rinsed vigorously away in
the bathwater. He smiled apologetically at times and Eva would laugh
at Wolfgang's concentration when he would narrow his eyes and furrow
his smooth brow. He was so cautious and slow, teasing the girl and
himself it seemed, and it was a long while before he was finished. He
cupped lukewarm water in his hand and let it fall over Eva's smooth
sex, touching her with his fingertips as if he'd never before seen a
woman. It was an intimate pleasure and he reddened when he caught
himself a moment later, much to Eva's amusement.

        "Do you want me to shave under your arms?" Wolfgang asked and
Eva tilted her head, lifting her right arm and she had a thin nest of
dark hair in her armpit.

        "I usually don't."

        "Oh."

        "Do you want to?" she asked him.

        "No," Wolfgang said. "I don't mind."

        "Good," Eva agreed, smiling down at the man as he knelt on the
bathroom floor. "The water is cold now."

        "Yeah," Wolfgang reached into the tub, pulling the rubber
stopper free.

        "Will you take me to bed now?" Eva asked him, pretending idle
curiosity as she examined her neatly shaved sex.

        "We don't have to," Wolfgang sat back on his heels. "It won't
change anything."

        "No?" Eva looked up at him, blinking her eyes with a
questioning look.

        "It won't change how I feel about you. I will feel the same,"
Wolfgang explained. "That's what I meant."

        "Then..." Eva smiled at him. "We have no reason not to, yes?"

        "You're my sister," Wolfgang sighed

        "And too much chivalry is unbecoming in a man," Eva decided,
standing up. "We must cure you of this."

        "Hmmm..." Wolfgang rolled his eyes and took Eva's outstretched
hands. "And what will we tell God when He asks us why?"

        "No," Eva said, drawing a deep sigh as she stepped close to
him, putting her arms around Wolfgang's neck. "That isn't the question
He will ask us."

        "Oh?" Wolfgang had his hands on her hips, feeling her bones
beneath her warm skin and he was reminded that the girl wasn't yet
recovered completely.

        "How can we doubt what we know to be true?" They were very
nearly the same height and Eva's eyes stared into his.

        "We could be wrong," Wolfgang said.

        "No," Eva told him with gentle conviction. "This is not
wrong."

        Eva welcomed Wolfgang into her arms, lying on their bed naked
and smiling. She'd watched him undress, admiring the man's hard body.
He was smooth and his muscles well-defined as the man moved with an
unconscious grace. His cock was already erect for her, long and dark,
arching upward with a slight bow. Wolfgang felt as if he'd been hard
since the first time she'd opened her clear blue eyes and given him a
confused smile.

        "Where am I?" Eva asked him, repeating the first words from
her lips after waking on the third day.

        "Safe," Wolfgang answered, lowering himself atop his sister
and his cockhead fell low, rubbing across her moist sex.

        "Yessss..." she sighed, closing her eyes and tilting her head
back as the man's penis found purchase between her labia. Wolfgang
pushed inside her slowly, watching Eva's face as she accepted him into
her body.

        "I love you," Wolfgang finally admitted aloud, bringing his
lips to hers and kissing the girl as he thrust harder, stretching her
small sex around him.

        Eva's long legs came up, her knees rubbing against Wolfgang's
hips and then his ribs as she sought to give him the penetration they
both wanted. Her heart beat quickly, rushing hot blood and adrenaline
through her veins and giving her the warm, pink flush of life. She
gasped as her brother's cock found the bottom of her sex, just nudging
the pillow of her cervix. It was good for her, that small shock of
pleasure, and the girl knew in the back of her mind that soon enough
she would stretch to accommodate him more easily. Her sex would
elongate the way nature intended, even as the walls thickened with her
excitement.

        Wolfgang kissed his sister endlessly, making love to Eva's
mouth while he gripped her thin shoulders, holding her steady and
finally pulling at her body as his cock struggled against the confines
of her tight cunt. He might have compared Eva to her mother, for they
had a similar quality in their lovemaking, a certain skill that was
undeniable. She was taking all of him now, grunting softly with each
stroke and Eva's pussy was tight around him, unbelievably so. She
would tighten her pelvis, the muscles inside her sex, and the mouth of
her cunt would grip the man's penis at the root. He could feel the
tension, the increased friction despite Eva's growing wetness. She was
going to make him cum quickly, too quickly and Wolfgang stopped,
holding himself buried to the balls in his sister's cunt as fought
down his imminent climax.

        "Don't stop...Please..." Eva panted softly, digging her fingers
into Wolfgang's muscular shoulders. "I'm close now...Please..."

        She was trembling with the need to cum, her entire body
seeming to contract around the swollen cock buried inside her. Eva was
on the edge and just a little more would push her over. The waiting
for it, the begging, was a terrible tease and she pulled Wolfgang's
face into her hair, finding his left ear blindly and biting it, urging
him to drive into her hard and deep and fast and bring them both
release.

        "Fuck me now..." Eva demanded weakly, breathing the words into
Wolfgang's ear.

        "Ahhh...Eva..." Wolfgang nodded, kissing her soft hair and slender
neck, drawing his hips back, sliding his cock half out of the girl
before jamming himself inside her once more.

        "Ugh! Ummm...hmmm..." Eva's blue eyes were glazed with lust as she
let her brother move her legs over his shoulders.

        Wolfgang pinned his sister to the bed, rolling her hips and
ass upward to meet his pelvis. He fucked the girl quickly, with long
and rapid strokes and Eva shivered at the sensation of her clitoris
riding along the man's thick shaft. She was sensitive to it now, the
stimulation becoming almost too much as it sometimes did. Her clit
ached and thrummed, her cunt suddenly clenched around the man as her
orgasm peaked. She pulled his mouth to hers, helpless to do anything
else as Wolfgang drove his cock inside the girl relentlessly.

        He felt her cumming, it was obvious and exciting the way she
tried to move beneath him. Eva was trapped, bound by his arms and
weight and cock, helpless and vulnerable and more than that, Eva was
his. She was safe and protected and in his bed and that was the
thought driving Wolfgang as he arched his back and exploded into her
with his orgasm. He was cumming inside his own sister, joining her own
unending climax and mixing their juices inside her quivering womb.
There was nothing else in the world for him then, nothing but that
moment of truth as they consummated their love.

        "You made me cum," Eva breathed with a soft giggle, stroking
Wolfgang's tangled hair as he collapsed on top of her.

        "Me too," he whispered, still inside the girl, still hard and
buried in the warm bath of their fuck. "Oh...That was good."

        "Yes," she sighed happily. "We must do it again and again, I
think."

        Wolfgang pushed himself up so he could see her face, resting
on his elbows as Eva's legs fell wide off his shoulders. She was
shining and pink, glowing with pleasure and the girl's blue eyes were
softer somehow, their intensity diminished for the moment. Eva was
smiling as she combed her fingers through her brother's hair. After
more than a year of playing the whore for Dubert and his friends, of
fucking on command for strangers, she had finally made love to a man.
She finally understood the difference and Eva made Wolfgang silent
vows within her heart.

        "I am yours now," she told him seriously. "Always."

        "Good." Wolfgang smiled, earning him a curious smile in
return.

        "Yeah?" Eva pursed her lips together in a small pout. "That's
all you have to say?"

        "Mmmm..." Wolfgang shifted his hips, feeling his cock throb
against the soft walls of Eva's cunt. "I love you."

        "Better." Eva laughed and drew a deep breath, stretching her
body with a small squirm beneath him, giving her sex a squeeze to
caress her brother's penis.

        "I'll never let you go," Wolfgang decided, moving against her
gently, feeling his desire becoming urgent once more.

        "Fuck me now..." Eva agreed, closing her eyes. "Never stop
fucking me, Wolfgang...Ummm...Like this..."


    =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=


        "I want to see him," Eva said.

        "Who?" Wolfgang asked, standing at the small gas stove and
scrambling eggs for their breakfast.

        "Our father."

        "Why?"

        "I want to see him." Eva shrugged. "Don't you?"

        "Sometimes," Wolfgang allowed slowly. "I think about it."

        "Take me to him."

        "He's in prison. It will be difficult and..." Wolfgang frowned.
"They may be looking for me. I don't know."

        "The police, you mean." Eva nodded. "Can you find out?"

        "Probably," Wolfgang said. "But you have no papers, no
identification. Getting you inside to visit him..."

        "You must know someone who can help us," Eva said as Wolfgang
put a plate on the small table in front of her.

        "I was a policeman," Wolfgang chuckled, "not a criminal."

        "And so? Now you are, yeah?"

        He looked at her for a moment and sat down, reaching for his
coffee.

        "We need money as well, I think." Eva stabbed at her eggs.
"You have to take care of me now. You promised."

        "I know."

        "You see?" Eva smiled at him. "This is how it is for me
everyday."

        "What do you mean?" Wolfgang asked.

        "This," she said with a shrug, looking around. "I wake up and
I say this is who I am now. What I've become. Like you, I must decide
what I need to live one more day."

        "Hmmm..." Wolfgang narrowed his eyes at the girl.

        "You didn't expect to find me," Eva continued as she ate. "And
now you have no plans, no idea what to do with me. But this is who we
are now and this is what we must do to live one more day..."


    =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=


        "What did you do?" I asked Wolfgang, reclining on the floor
with my back against the sofa. Sophia's legs were spread around me and
she was playing with my hair while we listened.

        "I called an acquaintance, a friend who worked with the
Bundeskriminalamt..."

        "The what?" Sophia interrupted him.

        "It's like the American FBI." Wolfgang shrugged. "If someone
was looking for me, they would know. My friend would know."

        "And he'd tell you?" I wondered.

        "Probably not in so many words," Wolfgang admitted. "But his
voice would tell me."

        "Sure," I said with a nod. The surprise at getting a phone
call from an old friend wanted for murder would probably be hard to
hide.

        "I called on the pretext that I would be in town and perhaps
we could catch up," Wolfgang explained. "He sounded pleased, a little
curious as we hadn't spoken since my dismissal, but there was nothing
out of the ordinary."

        "So you were okay?" I asked him.

        "It seemed so," he said. "The next day I used the library, the
computer there, to check newspapers. It had been two weeks, but there
was nothing about a dead Russian in Hamburg. The death of Dubert was a
mystery. The police blamed it on gangsters, drug dealers, but they had
no suspects."

        "So you got away with murder," Sophia said dryly and I glanced
up at her.

        "The difficulty," Wolfgang cleared his throat, ignoring
Sophia, "was Eva, of course. She had no identification and so far as
the world was concerned, she was a dead girl."

        "I know the feeling," I said with a sardonic giggle.

        "Fortunately," Wolfgang smiled from his chair and Eva gave him
a playful look, "the last thing anyone wanted was to see her again."

        "The Berlin police commissioner was very accommodating," she
said with a laugh.

        "I don't understand," I said, looking between the two of them.

        "Eva contacted the commissioner, explained who she was and
that her only desire was to live a private life," Wolfgang told us.
"She was very reasonable about it."

        "I was issued new papers two days later," she said. "Eva
Koeller from Potsdam."

        "Just like that?" Sophia sounded doubtful. "They didn't want
to ask you questions or..."

        "They probably wanted to take her into the forest and put a
bullet in her head," Wolfgang said without humor. "It would have
solved many problems all at once."

        "I told them I had insurance," Eva said.

        "She made it clear that she'd left proof of her identity with
a third party, with a respected law firm, and if anything should
happen to her..." Wolfgang shrugged.

        "You blackmailed the police?" I rolled my eyes.

        "It was necessary," Wolfgang said. "If they had called our
bluff it would have been very bad, but they couldn't take that
chance."

        "God," Sophia snorted. "You guys are crazy. And you got away
with all this?"

        "Just so," Eva nodded. "A week later and we were..."

        "...Married." Wolfgang smiled at his sister. "Her identity
changed again, this time to Eva Brandt and..."

        "You guys are married?" I stared at them.

        "That is why we have the same name," Eva said.

        "Eva was never adopted by our father," Wolfgang said. "She had
her mother's name."

        "Oh." I looked at Sophia. "Did you know they were married?"

        "Uh..." She laughed. "I thought they were just...related."

        "They are!" I looked at Wolfgang. "You married your sister.
Legally."

        "Of course," he said with a small shrug. "Who would ever
know?"

        "And, so what?" Sophia wondered. "You want to have kids some
day and..."

        "Nein," Eva sighed. "No. My last abortion it was not so good,
ja?"

        "Eva can't have children," Wolfgang said. "Some problem with
the lining in her uterus, the egg will not, uh...stick? I don't know the
word for it."

        "Ah, right," I nodded my head and Eva shrugged.

        "Perhaps that is God correcting His mistake," she said,
looking at Wolfgang. "For allowing us to love each other."

        "We have each other," the man agreed, reaching for her hair.
"That's enough."

        "And now we have you as well," Eva turned her brilliant eyes
on me. "Ja?"




    End of Cinderella2 04
      continued
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