Passion Interrupted

Although Jurgen and Joanna returned to the isolated cabin in the woods several more times, the events of their first visit were never repeated. The memory of the exquisite pleasure she'd received from her former enemy haunted Joanna, but she was nowhere near brave enough to request a repeat performance.

One hot day in June, Jurgen asked if she'd like to go swimming. She grinned and nodded enthusiastically, remembering the river in the shtetl where she and her friends had gone swimming on hot summer days. She and her best friend, Hadassah, had raced from one side to the other.

Would she ever see Hadassah again?

Jurgen smiled. "I thought you might. There's a small pond near the cabin. It's really nice this time of year."

They left the house and walked the short distance to the pond. When they got there, Joanna saw it was surrounded by pebbles and clumps of grass, with overhanging tree branches. The water was clear, and tiny minnows swam on its surface. She grinned at Jurgen, and he grinned back at her as he slipped his shirt over his head.

"Help me with my zipper?" she asked. He did so, and she slipped her arms out of her dress. It fell to her feet, and she stood before Jurgen in nothing but her panties. She watched as he unfastened his pants and took them off.

As he stood naked before her, she admired the body she hadn't seen in so many months. His chest was still well toned, and the muscles on his remaining arm were still nicely rippled. The prosthetics didn't detract from the comeliness of his features, and as her eyes fell on his flaccid penis, a sudden urge came upon her, and she knelt and took the organ into her mouth.

"Oh!" Jurgen exclaimed, standing still to enjoy her ministrations. When he began to moan and buck, she removed her mouth and finished the job with her hand. He groaned as his hot seed shot from his organ and fell to the ground.

After taking a few moments to recover, he began to remove his artificial leg, then his artificial arm. Joanna forgot about her initial shyness as she slipped out of her panties.

"Take the wig off as well," Jurgen told her, so she did, laying it carefully on top of her dress. Then with a joyful whoop, she jumped into the water, laughing as it splashed up to meet her. Jurgen joined her a second later, and she watched in admiration as he began to move through the water like a fish, his arm and leg moving together in perfect symmetry. Joanna joined him, and together they swam the length of the pond, emerging at the opposite bank.

"That was fun!" Joanna exclaimed.

Jurgen nodded in agreement, looking thoughtful. "It's just the same, after all," he observed. "I was so afraid it wouldn't be, that it never would be again, but it is!" He laughed. "It is, and you're beautiful!"

She felt his lips on her own once again, but rather than the feather softness of their gentle caresses then, now there was an urgency, a red hot passion as his tongue darted into her mouth, seeking her own, and as they came together, her knees went weak with desire, and she felt his hardness pressing against her belly. Just a few more inches and he'd be inside her -

"So she does talk, after all!"

Two heads swiveled in the direction of the voice to see Reinhart standing a few feet away with his girlfriend, Lilli.

"Not only does she talk, but she has a Yiddish accent and dark brown hair!" Reinhart continued as he advanced toward Jurgen and Joanna. "You brought a Jew into our home to eat our food and sleep in my sister's bed! How could you?"

"She's my servant." Jurgen's voice was calm. "As I explained to you before, she kept my quarters tidy, and after my injuries, she cared for me and nursed me back to health."

"You told us she was Austrian." Reinhart's voice was cold as ice. "You're no brother of mine, no son of my mother. A traitor to the Fuhrer is what you are. I saw how you kissed her, how you debased yourself to touch that filthy swine. You're no better than she is, and you're no longer welcome under my father's roof!"

He turned to walk away, but Lilli just stood there, looking at Jurgen and Joanna.

"Come on! What are you waiting for?" Reinhart demanded.

"You're nothing but a bully, Reinhart Schiller, and I don't want anything else to do with you!" she retorted. "How can you say those things to your own brother, seeing the condition he's in, just because he's in love with a non-Aryan? The heart makes its own choices, independent of logic."

Reinhart's face darkened with rage. "Stay with them then, worthless slut that you are! I should have just left you wallowing in that pig's sty where I found you!" He turned and stalked away without looking back.

Their pleasure over, Jurgen and Joanna returned to the shore, where Joanna reached for her clothes and Jurgen for his artificial limbs.

"Do you need any help?" asked Lilli.

"No!" he snapped.

When they were finished dressing, they sat together in the shade, talking about what to do.

"I can't return home," said Jurgen. "No doubt Reinhart's told my mother our secret by now, and we're no longer welcome in her house. We'll just have to stay here in the cabin from now on, but I don't know what we'll do about food."

"I could bring you some, whenever I have the chance," Lilli offered. "I can't promise you'll get three meals a day, but I'll do what I can."

"Thank you," said Joanna. "You're very kind."

As soon as Lilli had left, Jurgen turned to Joanna with blazing eyes. "Now you've done it!" he roared. "You've got me put out of my own house, you strumpet!"