Date: Sun, 31 Jul 2022 12:04:51 +0100 (BST) From: blackscar01 Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 128b IMPORTANT NOTE TO ALL READERS Copyright and content notice No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without the prior permission of the author and publisher, nor be otherwise circulated without the author or publisher's prior consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition, including this condition being imposed on the subsequent publisher. The rights of the author have been applied hereon. ******* This Story and all the characters are 100% fiction. Any references made to schools, castles, entertainers and aristocratic titled personages are pure fiction. None of the story features about those places or personages named are true. None of what you are about to read actually happened. ******* If you enjoy my story or any others on the Nifty site, please show your appreciation and donate what you can afford. ******* Finally, thank you again to my editor, Jim. ********************* Both of the men clicked to attention and gave the Hitler salute. "Sieg Heil." I heard Dima mutter, "Oh my God." As he stepped in front of me. I was in a state of shocked. I glanced round, both Helix and Jules had their arms raised returning the Nazi salute. Vassiiliov continued, "Your Imperial Highness. It is my pleasure to introduce SS Gruppenfuhrer Books and SS Oberfuhrer Daluga... Gentlemen, His Imperial Highness, the Grand Duke, Drageon Drageonivanov Romanov, Prince of the Blood Imperial. Heir apparent to the Romanov throne." ********************** Operation Pied Piper – Part 128b "The truth is rarely pure, and never simple." Oscar Wilde Gary continues the story The cold cement floor chilled my skin. I was naked, sitting in the corner, a scrap of blanket pulled up round me. The cell door burst open and, standing glaring at me, silhouetted by the light behind him, his hands on his hips, was the sergeant I had punched earlier. "Get up, you piece of shit." I slowly rose to my feet. The sergeant came into the room and snatched away the scrap of a blanket I was holding onto. I braced my body for a renewed assault, but it never came. Instead, another figure followed the sergeant into the cell, the sergeant moving slightly to the left. "Stand to attention. There is an officer present." "I am Major Macey, a doctor from the army medical corp. You are going to be moved tomorrow to a secure psychiatric hospital." "I'm not mad!" I heard myself bark at him. His eyes watched me, "No,... well, you are going to be evaluated there and then a decision will be made as what to do with you." "I'm cold and hungry, Sir." Macey looked round at the sergeant, "Where are his clothes and why hasn't he been fed?" "Suicide risk, Sir." "Rubbish, get him his clothes back and something to eat." "Yes, Sir." Major Macey turned and left the cell. The sergeant followed him, closing the door. I listened to the conversation in the corridor. "Sergeant, if that man has another mark on him in the morning, I assure you it will be you sitting in that cell. Do you understand? And get his clothes and get him something to eat." "Yes, Sir." "NOW, sergeant!" Macey barked. I heard footsteps running off down the corridor. Then Macey spoke again, this time to someone else. "This is all very irregular, Professor Hamilton." The small metal door opened in the cell door. I recognised the face that stared in at me. "Hello Gary... Sorry, it took me a little while to track you down. You will be coming with me tomorrow, try to rest until then. They are just getting you your clothes back and getting you something to eat." I moved closer to the door, "How did you know I was here, Sir?" He smiled reassuringly. "You might not think it, Gary, but you have some good friends at Castle Fraser. Young Prince Drageon was very worried about you. He rang me a few days ago and told me what was happening. It would have been a lot easier if you hadn't punched the sergeant. No more of that, please. Just try to remain calm, no one is going to hurt you now. See you tomorrow." The little door closed, so it was Forts. I smiled to myself; he hadn't abandoned me. ** Dima continues the story Confronted with two black clad SS officers, I would have honestly have thought that Forts would look a bit more shocked. It seemed like he was expecting them. "It's okay Dima." "Okay? Are you kidding? They are Nazis." "Dima, stand down. Let them speak." I moved to Forts' right-hand side watching as the two Nazi officers came over and shook his hand. "We are very pleased to meet you, You Your Imperial Highness, and bring you the Fuhrer's best wishes." Forts didn't answer, just nodded. Vassiiliov gestured for us all to move to the table and we all sat down. I sat next to Forts, staying on his right-hand side. Vassiiliov took the seat to Forts' left. McPhee's uncle spoke, "Gentlemen, we don't have much time. You will all appreciate the peril we are all in if discovered. Gruppenfuhrer, please, if you would like to speak first." The two Germans exchanged a couple of words in German, and then the Gruppenfuhrer stood. "Your Imperial Highness, I bring you the Fuhrer's best wishes and he has an offer for you. I won't beat about the bush. The Fuhrer believes strongly and our best information is that Nicholas II and his entire family were slaughtered by the Bolsheviks. As you are in line to the throne, the Fuhrer offers to restore the Russian Monarchy and place you on the throne as Tsar. It will only be a matter of time before we are victorious against the red army if you can convince the British Government to join with us and declare war on the Communists. It is well known that the inebriate Churchill dislikes the reds as much as we do." Books, leant back on his heels arms folded, "There it is in a nutshell." I sat astounded at the offer that had just been made. Forts thought for a moment, "But,... I don't want to be Tsar." I couldn't believe what he said. I gripped his arm, "But Your Imperial Highness, you must accept." Forts glared at me. Vassiiliov gave a grunt, "Your Imperial Highness, I find myself in agreement with Prince Dimitri. The offer to restore your family to the throne is not something you can turn down." McPhee's uncle spoke, "Your Imperial Highness, perhaps it would be best if we leave you to speak to your advisors for a few moments." Forts nodded, "Yes, please." The Earl and the two SS Officers stood. Algin led them over to the bay window. I glared at Vassiiliov, "Aren't you going with them? When did you become an advisor to the Grand Duke?" Forts shook his head, "Dima, please, not now." I continued ignoring his put down. "Forts, you can't say no. You must say yes. This isn't just about you. It never has been. You owe this to Nicolas II and his murdered family." "If, in fact, they have been murdered, Dima." Quietly Vassiiliov spoke again, "You owe it to all the family. Not just the dead ones." I gripped Drageon's hand again, "Forts think, all your family estates restored." "And yours Dima." Vassiiliov chuckled. "And yours Vassiiliov." Forts added. For the next twenty minutes, Vassiiliov and I badgered Forts. Insisting he didn't just think about himself, but about all the family. We even discussed what name he should take as Tsar. Both Vassiiliov and I felt that he should become Nicolas III to provide continuity and in honour to his murdered relative. Finally, Forts stood and began walking over to the bay window. "Gruppenfuhrer, are all the Romanov possessions and estates to be restored?" "But of course, Your Imperial Highness." I caught the look that Daluga gave Book. Was that surprise on his face? Forts stood silently for a few moments. "In that case, Gruppenfuhrer, I agree." Books face broke in to a broad smile, "Excellent, excellent." He took Forts' hand and began shaking it vigorously. I knew I was grinning too, the only person in the room who wasn't appeared to be Forts. McPhee's uncle beamed, "Your Imperial Highness, please accept my invitation to a small reception to celebrate this amazing news tonight." Forts nodded, "Thank you. I look forward to it. I will take my leave of you gentlemen until then." Forts turned and headed for the door. I followed. As soon as we were in the corridor, I stopped him and hugged him. "Drageon, I can't believe it, Tsar. I am so happy for you, my friend." ** McPhee continues the story "Chaps you're back... What's going on?" The two of them looked like chalk and cheese, Dima smiling broadly, Forts subdued. Forts snapped at me, "Do you really expect me to believe you don't know Chris? Do you expect me to believe that your favourite uncle didn't tell you, SERIOUSLY?" He turned away from me. I glanced at Dima. He shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. I really had no idea what Forts was on about. "Forts, what is it? I am your friend. I don't know what you're talking about, honestly." Forts walked over to the window and stared out. He didn't answer me. "Tea, gentlemen." Masters, who had been working in the room moments before they both got back, walked over towards Forts and placed down the tea tray on a table next to him. He then leant over to him and hissed in his ear. No, I must be mistaken, he couldn't have said that. I glanced at Dima again, but he hadn't heard, or was ignoring it. I began to doubt my own ears. "For Christ's sake, pull yourself together!" I was sure that's what he said to him. But if not, what had he said? Forts had glared at Masters and then quickly looked back at me and Dima to see if we were paying attention. I glanced away but heard them muttering to each other. Why was Forts speaking to a domestic like that? Masters stepped away from Forts, "Certainly Sir. I will bring glasses and Champagne for you to celebrate." What the fuck was happening? There was no way their conversation had been about getting Champagne. Forts turned back to me, now smiling. I wasn't sure it was totally genuine. "Chaps, I am sorry. I am just a bit tired after the last few days. Forgive me... Please, join me celebrating the amazing news." I still had no idea what was going on, "Forts, what are we celebrating?" Dima now joined us, "Forts is going to become Tsar." "TSAR?" I gasped. "Fantastic news, isn't it?" Dima was now slapping Forts on the back, grinning. "Ah, I am just in time." I had no idea who the chap who had just walked into the room was, but he sounded Russian. I looked to Forts, "Chris, please allow me to introduce you to Prince Helix Vassiiliov." "Not another relative." Forts shook his head and chuckled, "No, not this one." Vassiiliov came over and smiled and took my hand, "Very pleased to meet you. I understand you are his Grace's nephew." I nodded, "Yes, that is correct." Masters handed round the glasses of Champagne on a silver tray. Dima held up his glass, "To Tsar of all the Russias, Nicolas III." "Tsar Nicolas III," we all parroted. Again, the only person not smiling was Forts. Vassiiliov approached Forts and, taking hold of his arm, tried to lead him away from Dima and me. "Your Imperial Highness, might I have a word in private?" Forts seemed to dig his heels in and turned back to Dima and me. "You make speak freely in front of my two closest friends, Vassiiliov." I was beginning not to like this guy Vassiiliov already. He gave a low bow to Forts, "As you wish, Your Imperial Highness." Forts frowned, "Vassiiliov. You don't know me very well yet. BUT I do not like all this fawning and scraping. I may well be the next Tsar, but things are going to change from the old order. Do you understand?" Another bow, not quite so deep. "Of course, Your... " Forts grunted, "Vassiiliov, call me Forts for God's sake or Drageon if you absolutely have to." Vassiiliov was obviously not used to being spoken to like that. He glanced at Dima and me and clicked his fingers in a gesture meant to signal we were to retire a few feet. I looked at Dima. He gave a head bow and began to take a step back. Dima glanced at me, "Do as he wants Chris, his family is very important." I was about to do as he asked when Forts snapped. "Stay where you are, Dima and you too, Chris..." Forts glared at Vassiiliov, "Don't you ever do that in my presence again. Do you understand?" "But... Your Imperial Highness..." Forts sighed even louder and banged down his Champagne glass. "Vassiiliov, what is it you want? I am trying to celebrate with my friends." "I came to offer you my services as an advisor..." Forts guffawed. "I have enough advisors. But thank you for offering. Prince Dimitri and the Baronet King Holm are my advisors." Vassiiliovs's face flushed red, he glared at Dima and me as he put down his glass, gave a curt bow, and marched out of the room. "Forts, that was not wise. The Vassiiliovs were a very important and rich family in Imperial Russia." "Dima, my friend, you used the right word, 'were' an important family. They are not now, or won't be with me on the throne. He is nothing but an entitled arsehole." Forts walked over to the window again, shaking his head, "Sorry chaps. I am just tired. Do you mind leaving me alone for a while? Please, I want you both at this reception tonight, though." Dima and I both left, leaving Forts and Masters in the room. As soon as I was out in the corridor, I realised, damn, I had forgotten my jacket. I gave a gentle knock and popped open the door. Masters was standing about a foot in front of Forts, he looked furious. I heard Forts, "So it's you." Masters interrupted, hissing at him, "Shut up, you idiot. Who knows who is listening to us? Just play your part, after all, it's not exactly difficult, or perhaps you would like to swap roles and be the fucking butler! Now do as you were told. Christ, what do you think you are bloody doing? If your intention is to fuck up this operation. You are going the right way about it! Now, look happy and celebrate." I stood gob smacked, finally I gave a little cough, "Err, excuse me." They both spun round to look at me, "Sorry, I forgot my jacket. I will just grab it." "Come in Chris..." Forts looked flustered, "Masters was just pointing out an old lighthouse just off the coast." Masters echoed, "Yes, it is just off the coast there, Your Imperial Highness." I nodded as Masters picked up the tray of glasses. Grabbing my jacket, I left. I stood in the corridor, trying to process what I had heard. What operation? There is no lighthouse off the coast here. The door opened and Masters came out, nodded to me and carried on down the corridor. ** Forts continues the story So, Masters was my Secret Service contact at McPhee's uncle's. He had just read me the Riot Act, leaving me in no doubt if I fucked this operation up, I would be in serious trouble. "Just play your part, after all, it's not exactly difficult," he had hissed at me, "Or perhaps you would like to swap roles and be the fucking butler! Now do as you were told. Christ, what do you think you are bloody doing? If your intention is to fuck up this operation. You are going the right way about it! Now, look happy and celebrate." It appeared McPhee had heard the entire exchange. He looked shocked as he picked up his jacket. I don't think my story about a lighthouse had been believed, either. I would have to speak to him. I sat back in the armchair. I wished Davy was here. I needed him. I glanced down at a bronze flash on the skirting board. It was a phone point. I got closer; the screws had recently been undone. But I was told there weren't any phones here at the house, another lie. I closed my eyes. I have never felt so alone or so out of my depth. I picked up my Champagne glass and drained the contents. The bottle was close by; I topped up my glass. * I don't know how long I sat there, but heard a knock on the door. It opened and in came Jules and Helix. I rose to greet them. I spoke first, "Your Grace, Prince Vassiiliov, please come in. Vassiiliov, please accept my apologies for how I spoke to you earlier. It is unforgiveable of me. I fear all the news and events of the past few days have somewhat overwhelmed me. I would, of course, be honoured if you would be one of my advisors." Vassiiliov began to smile, "Of Course, think nothing of it, Your Imperial Highness. And I would be honoured to become one of your advisors." He gave a curt bow. I turned to Jules, "Sorry about that. What can I do for you?" "Your Highness," he winked, "Forts, I am afraid that the reception tonight will have to be delayed until tomorrow evening. The guest of honour has been waylaid, but assures me he will be here tomorrow and is desperate to meet you in person." "Who is it?" Jules tapped his nose. "Tomorrow evening all will be revealed, then you will see just how important the people involved in putting you on the throne are." I nodded, smiling. There was another tap at the door, it was Masters. He was carrying another bottle of Champagne and some glasses. "I have brought more Champagne. Would your Highnesses and your Grace like a glass?" "No, thank you Masters. We are not stopping. But I am sure his Highness would enjoy it. Just put it down and carry on with your duties." Masters looked like he was seething underneath, but he smiled and placed down the bottle next to me. "Your Highness, Your Grace," "Thank you, Masters. Oh, can you let Prince Dima and Baronet King Holm know the reception tonight has been cancelled until tomorrow night?" Masters smiled wryly, gave a bow and left. Jules smiled and winked at me, "Enjoy the Champagne," and then with Vassiiliov turned for the door, "Until tomorrow evening then." I nodded, and they left. I gulped down another couple of glasses of Champagne, then started on the second bottle. I sat, getting slowly drunk on my own. I could feel the bubbles were going straight to my head. I chuckled to myself and picked up the bottle. Well, if I was going to fall down, I may as well be in bed. I pushed open the bedroom door and blinked at the two fit, naked young men draped on the bed. They both smiled at me. "Where did you two come from?" I giggled as I headed towards the bed. As I reached it, they both crawled towards me. As I juggled with the Champagne and glass, one began to undress me from the top, the other from the bottom. Soon I was totally naked, my cock hard, tusk like in front of my groin. ** Davy continues the story "Are you sure, Professor? He seems very disturbed and hot." "Davy, he is fine... If you will let me say, he is probably picking up you're on edge. Can I give you something to help you sleep? Maybe I can ask Maureen to look after Draco tonight?" I felt my eyes fill with tears as I held Draco. "Maureen is tired and upset about Gary. I will be fine. Sorry to make a fuss." Con stood and put his arm on my shoulder, "If it helps, I am missing Chris too." I forced a teary smile. "Thank you, Con." I leant in and gave him a kiss, then went back to our apartment. "Davy, here, give him to me. You have a break and a little rest." Marcus lifted Draco out of my arms. I nodded and mouthed "Thank you," before sitting down in the chair opposite. The door behind me opened and in came Father Vladimir. His face was serene as always. "Can I join you?" "Of course, Vlad." I pointed to one of the chairs. Before sitting down, he went over and stroked Draco's cheek as he slept in Marcus' arms. "How is he?" I smiled, "Harding thinks I am worrying unnecessarily. He thinks Draco is fine and I am just tired and emotional." Vlad smiled as he sat down, "I am sure Harding didn't say it like that." "No, but that's what he meant." We all smiled. The problem was I was missing Forts, more than I thought I could. Part of me... was missing. ** Masters takes up the story I sat back in my chair. Christ, I hated this job. The kitchen hand smiled at me, "How's his 'Imperialness' this evening?" "Don't ask." He laughed, "Oh well, don't worry. He should be enjoying himself about now, once he discovers the two gorgeous guys I just smuggled into his room." "But you couldn't have. He was in the sitting room with me. No one came in." He tapped his nose. "Ah, I was told to use the old servants' passage." "What servants' passage?" "It goes straight into the bedroom. Didn't his Grace tell you about it?" I leapt out of my chair. Shit, shit, shit.. I grabbed another bottle of Champagne and opened it grabbing three glasses. I headed for the stairs, calling back over my shoulder, "I bet he will want more Champagne, back in a minute." I headed back to Forts' room, well, I ran actually. I quickly poured out three glasses in the sitting room and added the powder I had been given to two of them. I didn't knock, just burst into the bedroom. Shit, Forts was standing naked by the bed, both of them stroking his very hard cock. Forts grinned round at me, "Shit, Masters, what is it?" "More Champagne for you and your guests, your Imperial Highness." Forts burst out laughing, he was already pretty drunk, "Well, give them each a glass quickly, then leave." "Yes, Your Imperial Highness. I suggest they knock them back while I fetch the bottle. It looks like they have some catching up to do." I handed them each a glass, ensuring I gave the safe one to Forts. Forts giggled, "You heard him, knock them back." I headed back out of the room to get the bottle knowing full well it wouldn't be needed. I had barely picked up the bottle when Forts burst into the sitting room. "Christ, you have killed them, they have both collapsed. What did you give them?" "Calm down. I just drugged them. They will both sleep until morning. You can just tell them that they both drank too much and passed out." "But?" "Forts. You're really not that thick, are you? Let's hope it is just the drink. Those two are SS, they arrived with the Gruppenfuhrer. You were going to be interrupted at some point and compromised." Forts seemed to sober up fast. He stood and looked at me. "You don't like me very much, do you? Can I just say none of this was my idea. I didn't want to be involved in it in any way. But they threatened my family. So just leave me alone. Get out. I don't want to see your face anymore." I watched as a tear rolled down his cheek. He turned away from me. I walked over to him. "Look, I know you are under a lot of stress. We all are. After tomorrow night, all this will be over. You have to keep it together until then." He didn't turn round, just nodded. I patted him on the back, "There's a good Chap. Oh, the rest of the Champagne is safe to drink." I turned and left. Standing in the corridor, I listened at the door, all was quiet. I turned and walked back to the kitchen. He was too young and inexperienced for this operation. I had told my bosses that when it was first suggested to use him. It had been the King who had insisted it should be Grand Duke Drageon. He felt it would make it all the more believable, as there were bigger fish to catch. ********************** Folks, I really hope you're enjoying the story. There is nothing more rewarding than hearing your feedback with observations and suggestions. Please email me to let me know. Blackscar. Other Nifty stories by Blackscar. 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