Love After a Time of Hate Revamped (Closed for The_PG)

[Kiari03]

Ester's entire body was quivering as she weaved back and forth in the train cart that was transporting her family, neighbors, and fellow Jews to an undisclosed location for no other reason than the stars that they wore on their chests. Heavy drops of ice cold rain plopped down on her little brunette head as she remained tightly squeezed between her voluptuous mother, Aileen, and her proud father, Abram, who was doing all he could to stand tall for the the family.

Back home, her mother had been a renowned seamstress known for making gorgeous gowns when not attending to the needs of the household. She was an excellent teacher and nurturing mother who taught Ester everything about cooking a fine meal, keeping a fine house, and maintaining a happy marriage. Her father on the other hand had owned his own bank before they had to move to what the elders called a ghetto. Standing around them with their arms folded over their chest were her three elder brothers who she knew adored her very much. Ester was the youngest of the brood and had always been rather frail in spirit and in health. They'd been taught to protect their baby sister, no matter the cost, but how could they now? All Paul could do was wrap his thick wool coat around her shoulders as her teeth began to chatter and pray they'd be delivered to their new home soon.

No one knew where they were going, why they had been taken from the ghettos in the middle of the day, or what would happen to them. Women were crying, men were praying, and children were silent throughout the night, numbing Ester to the bone. She had long, curly black hair, sharp green eyes, soft pale skin, and was wearing a green plaid dress with white stockings and black shoes. She had been in the middle of history class when her principal had called her and other students bearing the star of David to the front of the school. It was humiliating to take those nineteen lonely steps from her desk to the classroom door where all of her peers stared. Some with sympathy, others with hatred, but all in silence. It had been a miracle that she had found her brothers in the courtyard amid the SS Officers who were barking at them to load into the jeeps set to take them to the train station where Michael was the one to spot their parents.

Alarm rushed through the cabin as the train slowed and the flurries that had been dancing through the air turned from a brilliant, pure white to a dingy gray color. Ester couldn't understand why. Why were they screaming? By the time the train finally stopped at their destination Ester's legs were asleep. Shooting a distraught glance up at her stiff father, she gasped as an arid air poured into the cabin as the doors slid open. The dim morning light illuminated Ester's heavy green eyes as she watched men and women rush out of the cabin in a stampede.

That's when she heard her first gunshot and the commands, "Get out! Move now! Faster!" and as quickly as she could she ran out of the cart, falling to the ground as she did. Her heavy legs had failed her and now she was on her knees at the feet of a lieutenant who had no patience for her kind.

"You bitch!" Snarled one of the SS Officers, grabbing a fistful of her obsidian locks and snatching her up off of the ground. "You'll die first if you get in my way again, now move!" He growled before carelessly throwing her head first into the crowd. Ester had feared this man's voice so much that she didn't even dare look into his face that she knew to be strained with hatred. Instead she ran towards her mother when given the chance, desperately clinging to her side and disregarding the polished black shoe she lost in the squelching brown muck beneath their feet. She didn't know what this place was or why she was here, she was only a girl of sixteen and had yet to experience true evil in the world.

"Mother? What's happening? Why are we here?" She whimpered softly into her side as her eyes danced around. She'd been told on numerous occasions to avoid the SS Officers no matter what, but this place seemed to be littered with them. Aside from them were bald women, children, and men lined up in grey jumpsuits staring out over them with a look of utter death in their eyes. The shallow eye sockets were haunting, but were not the most distinct feature of this camp. No, what was perhaps more distinct was the dreadful smell and the thick air that settled around them. Ester would be quick to realize that this was in fact Hell on Earth and she would soon be the slave to one of it's devils.

Forming as orderly a line as they possibly could despite the chaos of barking dogs, screams, and commands, Ester stood with her shoulder against her mother's and her brother Paul's when instructed. Quickly, SS officers began dividing them based on their gender and age it would appear. However, when it came for Ester's turn to be roughly thrown into a category, she wasn't touched. Rather, they moved to her brother and so on until she was left standing alone in the middle of the field with two SS Officers peering down at her as if they were calculating if watching her die would be worth the cost of a bullet. Ester felt sick as all eyes turned on her. Her mother, father, and brothers were as horror-stricken as she was, but were silent when it came to defending her right to be alive. "Am I going to die?! What should I do?! What should I do?!" She wondered to herself as she stared down at her feet, one covered while the other clenched the disgusting mud as she strove to stop quivering in fear as someone approached. She didn't dare look up. To look an SS Officer in the eye meant certain death. Maybe she still had a chance. Maybe if she stiffened her back and kept her head down they'd forgive her for falling down.

The seconds that ticked away felt like an eternity as she stood there with as much pride as the little Jew could muster under the nose of the camp's commander.

 

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Standartenführer Emil Dietmar watched as the pack of Jews disembarked the train. He held a perfumed handkerchief to his left nostril, and then the right, breathing in deeply both times to rid himself of the stench for a few blissful minutes. The cloth went back into his chest pocket as his hawk-eyes watched the frightened Jewden move like a heard of lemmings, simply looking down and watching the feet of the person in front of them. It could be interesting to send a train into the alps, and stop it in a snowstorm, to see if they would all pile out to their deaths down the sheer cliff sides. Yes, I think they would. He thought to himself as he continued to monitor the progress. The guards were becoming quite efficient, he was pleased to see, they would beat their previous unloading times handily this go around. Granted, it was the first time that mother nature had cooperated with them in quite some time. Typically it was raining heavily, or snowing heavily, whereas now it was just a gentle flurry. Only one death this time, and because it came right during the hectic movement there had been little chance for Jews to make themselves more frightened then they already were. That helped as well. The final piece of the puzzle for an efficient movement would surprise the Fuhrer himself, but the fact of the matter was that Emil had diagnosed it nearly immediately upon his arrival at this dreadful camp.

The Jews themselves were rather organized and efficient.

Emil did not hate them because of this, the other reasons were more than enough, but instead of just rats he had come to think of them as efficient rats. They nearly organized themselves into the neat ranks and rows that Emil's minions demanded. As the Standartenführer, equivalent to the cursed American's Colonel, Emil had any roughly four hundred minions at his disposal for this death camp. It was not as large as the later most noticeable Aushchwitz, but it was certainly more efficient. As a former front line commander Emil had made his mark in the Blitzberg campaign's, striking with precision and killing with efficiency that every senior commander should strive for. As a Sturmbannführer (Major) he had led his men into many difficult and dangerous missions always to come away with an easy victory. His last had been perhaps the dirtiest and least tidy, but certainly the one that gave him the most notoriety. It was during the final phase to push the British and French into the sea, but the crafty bastards had set up a text book ambush that had killed most of the first wave from two other companies. Emil's had been in reserve, and called upon to finish the job. Instead of flanking, as the Allies had expected, Emil lead his men straight down the middle and between their sister companies dead and dying. They'd made it within twenty meters of the Allies before an unlucky man had stepped upon a mine.

The battle had become more hectic then, with Emil's troops intermingled among the Allies. They had fought hand-to-hand, and at point blank range. There was no time for tactics or tricks, small bands of men had banded together to fight other small bands within the fortifications and defenses. Emil had collected his officers and sergeants into a small band of nine. They used a simple envelopment tactic to capture bunker after bunker. Surrounding the enemy, launching their grenades, and then throwing the deads, into the bunkers until nothing was left but red dirt. The last bunker for Emil had been the hardest as he was down to just five men, and only twice that number of grenades, half of which turned out to be duds and did not explode. He had been second into the doorway, the first had died quickly to a hail of bullets and Emil had used his dead comrades body to shield himself as he took out the machine gunner. The rest of the enemy had resorted to pistols and knives. Emil's own pistol emptied quickly, and his knife was ripped from his grasp after it had been buried in the young enemies skull. A grenade fell among the few left fighting, and Emil remembered little more.

All that he knew was that the shrapnel had added a rather ghastly scar across his cheek and a limp to his step. There was no weakness in his leg, he had worked it all out, but the limp he simply could not get rid of. The scar had left his rather handsome face quite a bit more grim. With blue eyes and stock blonde hair he had been actually quite handsome, if a little hawkish. Now, his bird-of-prey features showed more strongly, from his sharp nose, to strong cheekbones, and crystal blue eyes they defined him quite strongly. The features were fitting of course, because of his impeccable intelligence in combat, and the suffering of such a mortal wound he had been doubly promoted to Standartenführer, given command of the camp and the regiment that came with it.

Now his hawk eyes picked out the rather beautiful Jew who stumbled, fell, and was quickly wrenched into place by one of his minions.

Taking his cap from his head, Emil brushed his bright blond hair twice. The locks were long and slightly out of regulations, but not even the officers he was older than would comment upon it. They all respected him far too much. Those that didn't, and they were few, were too frightened to mention it. The brushing of his hair signaled that he had picked the one he wanted for himself. For all his intelligence Emil was uncertain of the reason he picked the ones that he picked; many displeased and failed him, and those that pleased him often failed, and those that wouldn't fail him had displeased him. Even he did not know exactly what he was looking for among these efficient rodents. In the end it really did not matter that he could not find the right one, as they all were destined to die one way or the other, but it still rankled him that he could not find the right one. Or the reason that he was looking for the right one in the first place.

Once the rest of the efficient rodents were sorted, again a timely and impressive display of organization by his minions and the rats, it left the curly black haired Jew by herself.

Emil approached with another double sniff of his handkerchief, and was immensely thankful that his accommodations were up a very steep cliff from this shit-hole. A place he would return to in mere moments if all went right. As he came to rest directly in front of the Jewden, he realized how foreboding his six-two height made him to these short, efficient, rats. The girl was trembling as he leaned over and touched the tips of his leather covered finger to her chin, lifting her eyes to his. The vivid green of her eyes was crystallized by tears, and Emil nearly licked his lips. Not yet... I must at least make it home first... He thought to himself as he met that vivid green with piercing blue, "What is your name little one?" He asked in not an unfriendly voice, but neither did it show any empathy what so ever. Nearly all of Emil had died upon the battlefield, and what remained was only a shell that kept the finely tuned machinery of the Third Reich together.

"E-e-steer." Replied the little one.

"Ehsteer?" He asked with the faintest hint of a smirk.

"Ester," She repeated.

Emil could see that it had taken Ester considerable courage to muster enough force to speak her name coherently, he hoped that he would not kill her asking a few more questions.

"Can you cook, and clean?"

"Y-y-y-yes... Sir!" The last word was spit out rapidly, as if she had just realized that she had not used it before.

"Very well... One last question little Ester, is your family here?"

That stumped her, it seemed she was debating whether to lie or not, and with that Emil knew they were here.

"I know they are Ester. Point them out... Or I will kill everyone here, one-by-one, until you do."

Emil straightened when she did not respond right away, he twisted her head by the jaw which he was still touching, to watch the far end of the line. A single shot went off, and an elderly woman crumpled over with red liquid pouring from between her eyes. The commander could feel the fear even through his gloves as it coursed through Ester's young body. Unfortunately he was sure that he had gone too far, and fear had frozen her. Thankfully one of her brothers was close enough to overhear.

"I am Ester's brother, Peter."

The rest of the family got the picture quickly enough, and all revealed themselves. Emil simply nodded, and his minions noted them for future use, then they were returned into line. With that settled the commander turned from his new slave and allowed his minions to take over. Ester was thrown roughly in the back seat of his Leutnant's jeep, while the commander stepped into the backseat of his much nicer town car, driven by a sergeant while the Leutnant had to drive himself. They left the camp, and it's new inmates, to their own devices while racing towards the Standartenführer's quarters. Emil had seen enough, his men were efficient this day, and things would be handled orderly. The elderly and infirm first to die, the young and strange to be picked through by the camp's doctor for experimental purposes, while the rest of the able-bodied set to work aiding the Nazi war machine.

Upon arriving at Emil's house, he entered and went directly to his office to make a report on the new arrivals while the Leutnant took Ester into the basement to a white tiled washroom where she was stripped, rubbed raw and spotlessly cleaned, Then she was dressed in a white slip that barely dropped below her buttocks along with a pair of white satin panties, and a pair of white ankle socks that the commander was known to like. Not to mention, the house was tiled everywhere and even the massive iron fireplaces were no match for the cold.

The moment Ester was done being dressed coincided with the time Emil had finished his report.

She was brought into his office, and left to stand in the middle of the spacious room.

"Ester... You were chosen to carry out a particular duty that few are chosen for. You are to serve me, and my staff. Your duties will be cooking my meals, the meals of my aides, cleaning the kitchen, pantry, bathrooms, hallways, and my office among a few other things... Elsewhere in the house is forbidden to you. Should you stray, forget, or fail in your duties you will be punished... Along with your family, and friends that are down in the camps. Should you exceed my expectations, you and your family may be rewarded. The details will be given to you by the butler, who will be your direct supervisor, he is just outside awaiting you. Do you understand all of this?"

 

[Kiari03]

Ester felt herself begin to fidget as a pair of shiny black boots came directly into her line of vision. They were pristine and contrasted the muck so vividly that Ester felt it was as if they were from another world. They did not look at all in place here, but her own shameful two feet did. She wanted to shrink back and tried as his hand came up to capture her trembling chin. Gently, he lifted her face, though her eyes initially fought against meeting his. She looked at his clean shaven chin, then over his right shoulder, and then finally she had nowhere to look but straight into the eyes of death. Death was cold, she found. Icy and crisp.

She looked guilty, because that was how she felt. Guilt for her religion, her birth, her family name, this war. All of it came crashing down on her as she stared up into his eyes, her eyes daring only to flicker across his torn cheek. He was a soldier then? No...probably an officer? Maybe a Sturmbannführer? Finally, he calmly asked for her name breaking her springing forth a new string of thoughts. This is how I'm going to die...It's a trap. I just can't figure out if there is a way around it, yet. What does he want with me? Why me? She was too busy trying to think ahead of him that she stumbled over her answers until eventually she froze.

He wanted to know who her family was? Why? What could he gain from it? Should she lie? Could he tell if she was lying? What would be the consequence if she did? What would be the consequence if she didn't? Was he serious about killing people? Why should he be? He was just trying to scare her, right? Her mind was racing as she tried so desperately to think ahead of him. She could win. She could do this. She just needed to lie. She just needed to convince him she was hard of hearing and that her family actually wasn't among those standing behind her, but before she could open her mouth, he seized her jaw and forced her to watch an execution.

Her mind fell silent and her quivering stopped. Her eyes locked onto the fatal wound the poor old woman had endured all because she couldn't tell him the truth. Because she feared for her family's sake if she did. What about now? Would she let another person die while she just stood there with tears rolling down her cheeks? Why couldn't she move? Why couldn't she speak? Her gaze was fixed on the old woman and the growing pool of blood beneath her head. Her eyes looked wide with stunned agony. The next one in line, a younger man aged no more than twenty looked on in silent horror as the soldier aimed his pistol and awaited the Standartenführer's command.

Come on stupid! Say something! He's going to kill more of them! Don't let him! Just point out mom and dad! There they are! Point!! but she was too scared. She couldn't move even her smallest finger in their direction. Not if he was going to kill them as part of some sick game. She felt her heart thumping in her throat as she stared into oblivion for what felt like an eternity before Peter's voice cut through the miasma that had almost engulfed her. She unleashed a staggered sigh of relief as each of them came forward one after the other and they weren't shot outright. Her heart surged as he abruptly dismissed them back into line and turned away.

Before she could even feel an ounce of relief, terror surged through her as a lieutenant roughly grabbed her arm and snatched her forward towards his jeep. "What?! M-mother!" She called out, straining against the lieutenant who was quick to crack her across the face with the rough backside of his hand. The ring he was wearing nearly made her lip bleed, but did at least send tears streaming down her face as she strained to get back to the crowd who were now being corralled towards the entrance of the camp. Her mother and father were near the back, looking silently on as one would at a beloved family pet who has been run over by a car. There was nothing they could do, though they felt tragically guilty all the same. Quickly, her mother signed the words "I love you.." to Ester before she was roughly thrown into the jeep and sped away from the harrowing camp where her family would fight day and night as she would just to stay alive.

Along that ride up the steep cliff towards the Standartenführer's stunning villa, Ester more than once considered throwing herself out of the back of the jeep. Whatever he had planned for her, she somehow knew death would be less painful, even a terrifying one such as that. No. She had to be strong. For whatever reason he had spared her life up until now and had taken note of her family. If she jumped to her death, she had no doubt that her family would be very quick to follow her into the afterlife. Maybe there was a chance she could help them. Maybe he didn't intend to torture her to death. Her family had been escorted into the camp, after all, they weren't singled out like she was. Simply made note of. He wanted to know if you could cook and clean...he probably needs a servant... She thought of the most reassuring outcome to all of this and clung to it like it were her dying breath.

Soon enough, and all too soon for Ester, they arrived at his villa that stood at a proud three stories high. It was a light brick home with deep green wooden shudders, large smoky chimney that reminded her of the one down in the camp, and an enormous front yard with a well tended garden. Emil was quick to enter through the front door, but she lost sight of him as Ester was suddenly pulled out of the jeep by her leg, she landed with a loud thud on the muddy ground. "Get up!" Snarled the lieutenant an order to which Ester quickly scrambled to her feet. A good thing, because Lieutenant Rolland was not one to wait. He'd sooner drag her by her hair to the basement than watch a slothy rat take his precious time. "Follow." He commanded to which she quickly obeyed following on his heel to wherever he may lead her.

As they briskly came around to the back of the house, it became clear that Ester was not welcome to use the front door. Instead, she was lead to a servant's passage in the basement. Before they descended down, Ester was able to catch a glimpse of the death camp where her beloved family was. A pang shot through her body as tears welled in her eyes as she thought about their and her own fate. Rolland roughly swung open the basement doors and threw her inside making her stumble and fall. This time, he grinned, "Awww...did the helpless little bitch fall down? Why doesn't she get her lazy ass up and get over to the bath? NOW!!!" He commanded rearing back his boot to deliver a punishing blow before Ester scrambled out of the way of it much to his disappointment. Still, there'd be no need to rough her up more than was necessary, for now. Not at least until Emil got his chance with her. Taking out his frustrations that he felt whenever around the vermon Jew, he slammed the basement doors roughly and bolted them shut. Ester jumped, but nothing else. No scream, no tears, nothing. She had to be brave. She was determined to not be scared, for her parents. This basement allowed no sunlight, was cold, damp, and undoubtedly would be her living quarters during her stay here, however short that stay may be. Still, she took note of the fact that he'd stopped himself from harming her. Why? Clearly not out of care for her well being? So who did he care about?

"Get into that tiled room over there! Now!" Rolland commanded with a gesture. Ester scooted over there, but hesitated at the door. This looked like as good a spot as any to die. If they shot her, they wouldn't make a mess. But that'd be too easy...

"Remove every piece of filth and stand facing the wall!" He commanded as he turned on the shower that mercifully rained down luke warm water onto her nearly frozen form. Without thinking, Ester stripped herself bare quicker than she had ever done before in her entire life. This made Rolland chuckle "You really are an eager little slut Jew, aren't you?" He commented as he brought a hard brush across her small ass to listen to the wonderful crack he knew it would make. Without wasting any more time, he quickly turned off the water and fetched a premade soap bucket. She was attractive for her age. A perky pair of small breasts with pink little nipples that were erect from the sudden temperature change, a small ass that looked about right to fit a cheek in each burly hand, a tight, albeit, quivering stomach, and creamy white flesh everywhere with exception of her flushed face. She was an ashamed, beautiful little doll, though Rolland did not treat her as such.

He carelessly scrubbed her ass raw despite her gasped protests and pleads that she might do it herself. One stern look from him however and her silent Hell resumed without further disturbance. She felt her internal promise not to cry again begin to crumble all around her as he forced her to spread her legs wide so that he might scrub her inner thighs, "Please...I can...I can do it...please.." She whimpered softly to the deaf ears of the lieutenant. This was all too much for her young, innocent mind to absorb. Death, sin, and debauchery were abound in this Hell, so much so she wondered if maybe she had died in that school. Maybe that's really where she was. Hell.

"Don't you worry, pet. Our time will come. Not now, though. We wouldn't want to break rank..." Rolland hissed softly as he gently ran the brush over her petals before slipping a finger along her slit. She was tight. Extremely tight. Untouched before, he couldn't hold back a chuckle as he withdrew his hand and resumed making her impeccably clean for her meeting with Emil. Next, he attacked her breasts with the soapy scrub brush until she was gasping and couldn't stop herself from pulling back. The bristles were too rough for such tender pink buds, so he relented and moved on to the less entertaining, yet no less vital, parts of her body.

Eventually, the meticulous scrubbing ended once she was pink all over with perhaps just one good layer of skin left. Then, she was dressed in a simple pair of white satin panties that held her plump cheeks just right followed by a thin white slip that did little to conceal this fact. The white ankle socks were perhaps the most adorable feature of her outfit. Like her panties that had a tiny white bow on the front of them at the waist band, these socks had their own little bows on the backs of her ankles as well. With her hair roughly towel dried and brushed, she looked every bit of a doll as she was treated. Finally, she was clean enough to be allowed upstairs.

Following the lieutenant's lead, she passed through a maze of halls until she found herself planted in front of the Standartenführer in an impressive office filled with books, documents, letters, and maps. She vaguely wondered where they were on one of these maps...and what time of day it was. She still didn't dare look him in the eye as he laid out the choices before her. So, she could either serve him and strive to exceed his expectations to perhaps save her family or rebel against him for a quick death? There wasn't really a choice to be made. When he asked her if she understood, she did not hesitate to ask to bob her head and then sweetly ask, "What meal would you like first, sir?" It was her clever way of asking what time it was and of trying to orient herself with her new surroundings. She looked like a bomb had been dropped on her entire world and like she was in a daze, but she wouldn't stay that way for long. She'd learn to adapt to her master's orders and survive if only so that her family might live in her place.

 

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The outfit fit Ester much better than it had her predecessor, that one had been too long on the run and was too skinny. Ester looked like a nymph with just the faintest hint of skin between where the slip ended and the panties began. The anklet socks revealed well toned, but creamy white skin and Emil was sure that underneath the cotton where tiny, irresistible little feet. He was almost glad that he could not see them at the moment. There were two hardened points beneath the slip that spoke of budding pink breasts, and the fabric was loosely fit the rest of the way down her presumably tone and lithe body. It was a good assumption, Emil knew, because of how well her butt filled the panties and kept them from sagging or stretching too far in any direction. Just the faintest divot in between her legs promised many enjoyable experiences that would come in the near future. Her sweet voice rang out just as he finished the first of what he was sure would be many detailed glances. The commander loved the way her curly hair bounced when his little prisoner nodded her head, and he also enjoyed the way her voice seemed both innocent, and slightly confident at the same time now that he had explained that she wasn't quite dead, yet.

"What meal would you like first, sir?"

"Brunch." Was quick reply, and then with a wave of his hand he dismissed the little prisoner as he turned to his papers.

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Leutnant Rolland was no longer present, having moved off speedily to both inform his junior officers of the Standartenführer's new prize, and have a drink. He did not particularly enjoy visits to the camp, as the son of privileged member of the Third Reich he thought himself above such things. The smell nearly always left him wanting a drink, and a bath. For a second he wished that the little Jew-Whore his commander had taken could join him in the bath, a smile passed his face at that, but he knew it would be sometime before the commander tired of his newest whore. When that time came, Rolland would be given the orders to 'do away' with her, but first he would have some fun and use the slut to gain a little more standing among the other privileged junior officers who felt entitled to greatness for what their parents had done.

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Standing outside the door now was a perfectly dressed and rather somber looking man, though at least when he smiled to Ester the smile really did seem to reach his eyes, and his voice was not rough or angry. It fit his fifty-year-old frame well, his voice, and he spoke like a rather stern lecturer or father to the new girl. There had been so any of them that Ferdinand had lost track, and while it was always sad at the beginning. Such life being twisted and misused, in the end the Jews always showed that they were a subservient class. Ferdinand was very unlike the other German's, especially the Nazi's. While he did not hate the Jews with the same passion, he did very much consider them below natural German's. It was not their religion, hair or eye color, or even their heavy influence in the German economy. It was just the way they thought. Everything was backwards to them, and because of this he could not accept them as equals. When the Nazi's had declared them undesirables, he had not understood, even servants and less intelligent men had uses. Then he had witnessed the way they fought their rounding up, and the way they had turned to rats in order to escape, turning on each other and throwing away everything in order to breathe. It had singularly unimpressed Ferdinand, respectable people did not act that way, and he understood the Fuhrer's decision.

Still, it was in his nature to treat every human being, lesser or not, with at least a modicum of respect and for some reason that had put him in hot water with the local Nazi's. Thankfully Ferdinand still had fellow professors, doctor's and scientists that were friends and while was only a philosopher, he was respected by his comrades. They had written letters, and very soon after Standartenführer Dietmar had arrived. The man was cold, icy cold, Ferdinand knew, but his logic was nearly infallible and he had asked Ferdinand to work for him. The station of butler seemed beneath a professor, but Dietmar had seen to it that no one questioned Ferdinand's authority with how the household was run. The commander had even allowed Ferdinand to resume teaching to the less educated soldiers within his regiment, for this Ferdinand did his duty with very few questions, though he had many thoughts, he knew to be reserved enough to keep them from the commander. These little girls... Well, all men had their weaknesses, and so to did the commander. Ferdinand knew they were treated better here by the commander then in the ghetto by brutish warriors and much better then the white coated men who called themselves doctors.

Those, of anyone nearby this camp, Ferdinand loathed the most. He knew real doctors, and real scientist, these madmen were neither. The thought vanished though as the little creature emerged from the commanders office. With a friendly smile, Ferdinand asked, "You understood the Standartenführer, yes? He is a very hard man, on himself, his soldiers, and his servants. If you do as he asks, you will not suffer... Yes? Good, follow me, it is nearly brunch."

Ferdinand gave the girl a tour of the property, starting by telling her that the West Wing was completely off limits, it was where the majority of the offices that dealt with duty were, along with safes and sensitive electronics. He did not tell her all of that, of course, just that it was off limits on both the second and third floor, the West Wing. The East Wing's second and first floor, along with the West wing's first floor were mostly guest rooms, lounges, meeting rooms, wash closets, and supply rooms. The third floor of the East Wing was the Standartenführer's private quarters. It consisted of two large wash rooms, a private study full of books and a humidor for his cigar's, a massive bedroom with walk-in closet, and his own private vault, another place Ester was not to enter.

The kitchen was in the middle of all three floors. She would work on the third floor kitchen and serve almost exclusively the Standartenführer and his guests. There was a chef too, and he would help her along until she felt comfortable in the kitchen.

Upon arriving in the kitchen Ferdinand turned on a heel, his straight back and elegantly combed hair almost made him seem like a statue when he did that. Then he spoke, "You can prepare the Standartenführer's meal now, he is not terribly picky and likes a wide variety of food in small portions. The chef will help you find whatever you need. Once you are finished you will serve him in his study, that is where he takes most of his meals unless there are guests present. There will be none for another day at least, and those are tentative. After serving him, clean up, and return to the kitchen and clean that as well. I will find you afterwards." He turned to leave, before remembering, "Oh, please do remember to wear the apron provided, the Standartenführer demands cleanliness from all his servants, especially if you are dressed as you are. Good day." Then he left.

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Emil was smoking a particularly good cigar, transported all the way from the plantation fields of South America, and sipping on cognac. His eyes were leisurely scanning a report that had been brought to him fifteen minutes before about a minor outbreak of a disease within the camp. The doctors were requesting that all the prisoners showing any infection be isolated and injected with various drugs to find a cure, it was something that had effected front-line soldiers, and they knew they were close to a cure. Or so they promised. After debating momentarily in his head, he decided that he would allow them this trial, and when it failed, as it would, they would be easier to control. Placing the now signed paper on the corner of his desk, he leaned back just as Ester entered pushing a tray of food. The chef had opened the door, and backed out with a low bow before returning to his kitchen.

With not even a flicker of recognition, Emil watched only out of the corner of his eye as his new toy pushed her cart towards his desk.

"Put it down on the desk, and pour me another drink." He placed his empty glass on the edge of the table with just a little of the cognac left, allowing Ester to see enough color to know which of the bottles to pour from when she refilled without asking.

After she'd placed the tray on the table, and refilled his drink, and was again approaching his desk he noticed a rather large flour patch on the back of her thigh. It would be easy to miss as it almost perfectly matched her creamy white skin, but Emil had noticed a small puff of the powder falling off her leg as she walked too and fro. Emil was too cold and calculating to act immediately, "Don't move." He said simply before attacking his brunch. The food was good, in fact, it was very good especially after the weeks of rather bland stuff that his soldiers had delivered. He noticed that there was a wide variety, and it was all in smaller portions that he liked. No food touched any other on his plate, another bonus. So sad that she had to ruin it with a touch of carelessness. He thought to himself as he leaned back and sipped on his drink while both cold blue eyes slowly turned to his latest catch.

"Delicious. I think your family and friends beneath us would have been fed extra later this evening." He paused then, letting her rethink the words and catch the ominous would that he placed within. "However you need to pay a little more attention to where your sexy little butt touches. Come here." He waited with a look of patience while he became increasingly more impatient until Ester drew within arms grasp. Reaching out he placed a hand upon her firm buttock, and pinched lightly before bringing his hand around to her face. Rubbing his thumb and finger together the white powder was easy to see against the darker tones of furniture within his room.

"Take that off," He commanded with a gentle tug of her apron, and as soon as she had Emil pushed his chair back to give him space between the desk. "Lay across my knees," He said, while patting said knees so that Ester could not confuse what he said. Already he had decided a spanking, coupled with groping and perhaps a few light kisses would gauge just how innocent and perfect Ester seemed to be.

 

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Brunch? She tried not to let it show, but her shoulders sagged a little as he ordered his meal, not because brunch was particularly difficult to make, but because it was still so early in the day. She was exhausted from the sleepless train ride here and from having been torn away from her family so abruptly. Still, she wore a brave face. She bobbed her head, allowing her black curls to fall over her eyes as she did, before carefully exiting the room to leave him to his work so that she might get to hers.

As she walked out of his magnificent office, she came across the butler Emil had described. He was tall, handsome, and perfectly groomed much like herself. It seemed what fell short of perfection was either tweaked or eliminated. Perfection, what a standard to not only meet, but surpass. As she looked into the butler's face, she saw a small beacon of hope. She didn't know what she had expected, but kindness certainly was not it. Yet, this man seemed to exude it with a smile that made his eyes twinkle and a voice that was calming. He set her on the right course.

"Yes, sir. I understand." She replied quietly before following him for a tour of the house. So much of it seemed to be off limits to her for reasons that went unexplained. "The West Wing on the second and third floor are...off limits.." She repeated quietly as she stared off in that direction wondering what could be there that was so forbidden. Deep, deep down, she wanted to find out for herself. It was only made worse by the fact that she wasn't being told what the danger was in her going. Shaking the temptation, she followed him silently until they arrived at the kitchen.

She tilted her head and offered a sincere smile as thanks for his own as he advised her on how best to serve the Standartenführer. So, small and numeral portions were best? Instantly the image of a platter in the design of a daisy with each petal representing a different culinary bite. Wincing as she imagined Emil's face at receiving such a plate, she decided perhaps a simpler design might be accomplished. Reaching out to touch his sleeve before he could get too far away from the door, Ester said, "Thank you, umm, sir. I'll take your advice to heart. My name is Ester by the way...were it not for the circumstances that brought our paths to cross...I might say it's nice to meet you." Her smile was notably saddened by the realization that she was merely a slave to the Third Reich. She was just a slovenly, repulsive Jew horse meant to be worked and nothing more.

If Ferdinand heard her, he did not acknowledge it short of stopping long enough for her to finish speaking. Then, he said, "Good day...Ester." with a small smile and a wink over his shoulder that delighted her more than he could know. He reminded her of her father, perhaps not in appearance, but in spirit. His little nudge put her in a surprisingly good mood, so much so that the chef even seemed a bit surprised. Was this not a young Jewden wrenched from her family and friends to serve the cold Standartenführer? Did she not know that this was a prolonged death sentence? A game she had no hope of winning? Yet she was humming as she bounced around in the kitchen in her light blue apron. The tune was sweet and rarely broken as she went about asking for direction around the kitchen only a few times making of herself a very minuscule nuisance in the chef's precise little world.

Ester loved to cook and was grateful to be given the chance to do so. As she went through making her dishes, she tasted each one until the seasoning was just right. This did two things. It ensured perfection while also filling her otherwise empty tummy. She doubted she'd be fed anything at all while in her service here, but tasting the food she was preparing for the Standartenführer and his guests could be utterly justified. Or, at least she hoped it could. In the end, Ester ended up making ten small portions each with a unique taste, some much easier to execute than others. There were fruits, vegis, eggs, sausage, ham, biscuit, and one sweet dish all separate from the other. Then, as she was loading the plate onto the roll away tray, she backed out of the chef's way as he hauled in a large slab of meat that was to be butchered for tonight's dinner. Beef, it would seem, was on the menu.

What Ester had failed to note however was that when she backed up, her butt gently rubbed up against a bag of flower that was left slightly agape. The chef did not catch the oversight, nor did she was she hurried out of the room to serve her first meal to the Standartenführer. The closer she came to his office, the faster she could feel her heart beating. There were no tunes to hum or wistful thinking to cloud her mind as she silently marched her tray to the camp commander. She needed him to like this food. She needed him to enjoy her company. These, she believed, were the keys to keeping her family alive and only she could do it.

Taking a deep breath as she stood just outside the door for a moment or two, she braced herself to confront him with an air of complete and utter servitude. She had to. It was for her family. Then, without further hesitation, and before she could lose her nerve, she knocked twice before walking inside. His decision to utterly ignore her presence did little to help her nerves, but she tried her best to ignore it. Just remember...you're the lowly Jewden...a humble servant to the Third Reich. You can do this. Obediently she poured his whiskey and presented his plate with a great deal of pride. It was when he commanded her not to move again that she felt a small crack snake it's way into her confidence. Was there something wrong with the food? A hair? Had she picked the wrong drink? No...it looked like that one...didn't it? Her mind raced as she tried once again to think ahead of Emil, but then finally once he was finished scarfing down her delicately prepared meal, he commented favorably on the taste.

Her heart soared for just a moment so close to the sun when he mentioned her food was worth giving the people in the camp extra food for the evening, before the word "would" acted as the flames to her wings and she swiftly came tumbling down. Would? So she had missed something. What? Turns out what she had missed couldn't be found on his plate or in his cup, but instead on her plump little rump. She was hesitant to obey his next command. What would he do when she got over there? Her legs felt like they were stuck to the floorboards as she tentatively made her way over to him, wincing as his hand came out to gently caress her right cheek. A light pinch was all he took before bringing his hand around before her flushed face to sprinkle her sin before her very eyes. "I'm very sorry, sir.." She whispered quietly, the butler's warning about cleanliness ringing through her ears at that particular moment.

Bobbing her head as he instructed her to pull off her apron, she did so without any further hesitation. She already had a strike against her for making a mess of herself. Adding to it by making him wait would only make things worse now. Lifting the apron up over her head, she stretched just enough so that her slip came up to her belly button revealing her stark white panties for just a moment before she brought her arms back down. Folding the apron neatly in her arms as he scooted back, her eyes flicked from his face to his lap in astonished silence as it dawned on her what was about to happen. At best, she was to be spanked by the madman who held her family's life in the palm of his hands for backing into a sack of flour. She shuddered to think of what the worst possible outcome could be, though she failed to see how this position could kill her.

Thinking fast, she decided to play dumb. He had instructed her to lay across his lap, but he didn't say that she had to lay on her stomach. Nodding her head, she proceeded to plop her butt between his legs and lay back so that her head nearly touched the ground. She almost immediately realized her mistake. From this position, he could almost certainly get a tantalizing view of her panties as her slip rode up past her belly button, though no further. She wanted to correct herself, but she didn't know how. She needed him to give her an out. "L-Like this, sir?" She whimpered softly as she lay in his strong lap.

Her little stunt made him almost grin. She was trying to avoid her punishment by playing the fool, but in reality she was only prolonging the inevitable. Still, he'd take his time and make her squirm. Without reservation, he gingerly raked his nails across her exposed naval, watching as her tummy contracted as he did so. He relished the stunned gasp he'd drawn past her lips, but wished to hear so much more. He'd heard her silence plenty, what he wanted now was to hear her scream. In pain, ecstasy, and perhaps a bit of both at the same time. He wanted it all. She was so fun to play with. Already he was amused, though he didn't give her the comfort of allowing it to show."Don't play dumb or try to act cute. You know what I meant. Roll over, Ester. I will add a strike for every second you make me wait.....one...two...thr-"

Before he could get to three, Ester had flipped herself over onto her stomach, grabbing hold of the legs of his chair with a white-knuckled grip as she braced herself for the beating to come. "Well, we'll just count that as three. Three strikes to be added to the beating your laziness has already brought upon you..." He mused as he positioned her until her thighs were pressed against the top of his left leg. This pushed her tantalizing little ass high up into the air, making her almost irresistible to touch, but resist he did. For the moment. She was far too tense and ready for her beating. He wanted to instill a bit of doubt first. He wanted to hear her gasp in surprise and scream from the torrent of blows he would lay upon these fine, creamy cheeks. So, he waited for her to relax a bit first. Eventually, she had to. Her body wouldn't allow her to stay so uptight for very long, not with how tired she clearly was. To encourage her, he even gently ran the back of his hand along her unsoiled cheek until he felt the tense muscles in her chest, arms, and legs uncoil. A couple of minutes of this and she was primed. While she wasn't completely relaxed, a marker of her inexperience, he supposed this was the closest he was going to get. Ester just couldn't trust him or his soothing touch. Not when no other man had dared to do so before him.

Silently, he drew his hand all the way back while the other slowly slid up her back ready to bare down on her after the first blow that would be sure to send her bucking and fighting to get away from him. Then, with all the might he could muster, he brought down his hand on her firm right cheek with a loud crack making her squeal and wrenched forward as a searing hand print was burned into her skin. Flour flew into the air as he brought his hand down again and again and again, but what was perhaps most thrilling was how Ester reacted. It was perfect. She was actually trying to resist, in her own way. Aside from the initial shocked cry, she only whimpered and gasped as he lit her ass aglow. He couldn't see it, but he could imagine her biting her lower lip until it was rosy pink as she dug her nails into the polished wood of his chair. This excited Emil more than any other reaction she might have. She was like a stubborn child refusing to knuckle under to her parents, but unlike her father, he'd be using a much different type of rod to discipline her very soon. For now, he let loose on her ass cheeks and lower thighs until they were glowing and Ester's face was a mess of stifled tears.

Gasping for air, he suddenly stopped before letting loose a devilish grin. "That was it, Ester. That was your punishment for being so careless and letting yourself get dirty..." He murmured softly as he plucked her lithe form up off his lap with ease and set her up so that she was straddling his knees. He was so calloused in the way that he looked at her tear streaked face with utter disregard as he brought both of his hands around to cup her exquisitely warm buns before kneading her amiable flesh, flexing it between his fingers, making her mouth fall agape in a silent scream from the sting of such a grope. He took full advantage of her open mouth, latching his own onto hers in a tender kiss as he pressed her back up against the desk. Her frozen body, her trembling grip on his arms, and the way she was still crying told him all he needed to know. She'd never been with a man and truly, she was as innocent as she seemed. Breaking the kiss, he grinned into her stunned face before running his tongue over his lips.

"Your lips are so salty...and sweet. I think I'll have another." He commented before leaning forward to press his lips into hers, though this time she was more prepared for it. Arching as he groped her ass with his fierce fists once more, she dared to lean into the kiss ever so slightly, unwilling to admit outright to herself how much she enjoyed his dominating kiss while his pistol pressed into a warming spot in her panties. Then, as abruptly as this test had began, it ended. He broke the kiss before pushing her off of his lap just as her hips twitched from the stimulation of his groping digits. She would be so easy to mold into his perfect little slut. Maybe, his search might end.

With her feet on the floor once more, she was quick to straighten out her outfit before backing away from the Standartenführer until her butt tapped the tray. Collecting his plate with a few sniffles and rubs of her spectacular green eyes she was ready to run out of that room and never look back. It took every ounce of her willpower to stay until he waved her away, but before she could walk out of the door he couldn't help but to remind her of one simple truth.

"Remember, sweet little Ester. You still have three strikes against you...and I never said anything about them coming from my hand. Go about your chores, now."

"Thank you, sir..." She whimpered her reply, her eyes flicking over his before she bobbed her head and turned away quietly shutting the door behind her. She was just too good to be true.

Once she was back in the kitchen, she blindly flew through cleaning up after herself, but ensured everything she touched left her hands in immaculate condition. Her chest heaved with every breath as she fought a torrent of tears that wanted to come cascading down, but she refused to let them out. She'd find no mercy if she did, only hatred. From now on, no more mistakes, she vowed. But why? Why had she felt that burning pulse beneath her panties when he was kissing her and groping her abused cheeks? Why had it felt so good to kiss him back? These questions tormented her as she completed her task and awaited Ferdinand's return.

 

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Force once Emil's highly machined mind did not immediately turn from one task to the other. Even though it did not take a serious amount of force to keep himself occupied on what had just happened, it did require some force, and though it was just the way he was, sometimes he disliked himself for it. He enjoyed reveling in the feelings that were swimming from the tips of his fingers to his manhood. She was so perfect, it had taken nearly all of his considerable will to dismiss her. The soft cries, shudders, and tear stained face were not even the best of it. The warmth between her thighs that spoke of an underlying sense of sexuality was incredibly arousing. Coupled especially with the sweat that had pressed many of the shining black locks to her face, and Ester had looked like a very naughty mortal who had no idea what the presence of a god like him could evoke. The amount of control it had taken to resist, and the amount of control that Emil knew he had over her tiny frame were the most perfectly symmetrical feelings. In fact, he almost felt tired from it all, not tired physically of course, just mentally as the exercise had tasked his considerable will and intellect to control his own powerful impulses.

He could still smell the sweaty musk, taste the fear from Ester's mouth, and feel the tingle on his hands and lips as he slowly slipped into the next task for his day.

-

Ferdinand arrived a few minutes after Ester had finished cleaning the kitchen. Immediately he noticed her burning legs, the stained tears upon her face, and rather confused look being broadcast from her eyes. The confusion he could not help, it was a part of the Standartenführer's process that both offended, and confused the rather brilliant philosopher. But he could help with the tears, and burning backside, so he did.

"Come along Ester, I will show you to your quarters. They are just beneath the Standartenführer's on the second floor of the East wing. I think there is enough time for you to lay down your head before the next meal and the rest of your duties are shown to you." Seizing her hand in a rather soft, but firm grasp he led her delicately towards the East Wing. "I hope you learned from the pain Ester, the Standartenführer is... Quite fond of it... You know the question of the carrot and the stick? They are the two most basic methods of encouraging hard work. Dangle the carrot in front of a horse, and he will pull for it, or beat him with a stick and he will run from the pain. The Standartenführer, he uses both..." Thinking briefly, Ferdinand added, "He does not see a difference though, and the carrot sometimes may hurt as much as the stick, while the stick may be as tasty and enjoyable as the carrot. You understand?"

There was the briefest of blushes on the butler's face, and it was amply clear that this was as close as he would come to discussing the confusion within Ester's face.

They arrived at a smaller door, in the middle of the Eastern Wing's second floor, Ferdinand pushed it open.

The room was quaint, and including two small closets. One with a toilet, the other with a wash rack for clothing. There was a plain dresser, and full length mirror. A few rather odd pieces of furniture were also tucked into the corner of the room; there was a cross that had a series of metal mechanics which could raise and lower the arms, two polls that stood two feet off the wall ran from ceiling to floor, all four corners of the bed also contained the same polls, there was what appeared to be a doghouse with no door, just four walls with a angled roof, and finally a bench with equally spaced holes that seemed to be able to accept some sort of attachment. Besides the mirror, and dresser, the last piece of plain furniture was a nightstand with the lone light and a large clock upon it.

Ferdinand pointed to the clock, "That clock is perfectly on time, and the alarm is quite loud... I've fixed every clock in this house for ages, it is something of a hobby," He grinned with slight embarrassment at his own admittance to a hobby. "You should sleep for," He glanced at a gleaming silver pocket watch, "One hour, and thirty-five minutes. Then you will have fifteen more minutes to reach the third floor storage room, you remember where this is yes, good. There you will mind a mop, bucket, and soap. Begin mopping the corridors, and before you are finished I will find you for supper. The Standartenführer does not take lunch when he eats breakfast so late. Have a pleasant rest Ester, goodbye."

Ester waved goodbye, and replied the same with her sweet, rather sing-song voice. Being back in the company of this... Uncle, that was the best way to describe the friendly older man, had certainly brightened her day even though many questions still remained. Glancing at the bed, there was one thing she wanted to do before passing out. She checked the nightstand, and found to both her slight dismay, and rising curiosity, only clothes identical to the ones she wore. The only difference being that there were many different shades of color, though all of them save one was lighter shades. The only dark pair was a deep navy blue, almost becoming black, but she decided that she should not change as the rough Leutnant had been the one to put these clothes on her, and probably on purpose. With that she set the alarm and quickly slipped into a dreamless sleep.

The alarm rang for nearly three minutes before Ester woke up, and at first she thought she was dreaming. Then she was mortified and horrified that she was late as everything came rushing back to her. However, once she had calmed down and realized that it was only four minutes past the time that she was supposed to have woken up, things slipped back into place. She arrived with three minutes to spare at the storage room, and was surprised to find no sign of Ferdinand. Slightly disappointed, she began her task with no real relish, but a defiant purpose to make sure that not even a hair was missed. The moment the toe of one of her socks felt slightly damp, she quickly took them off and held them in her hands as she continued to mop the floors.

A few hours later, sweaty, tired, and hair completely disheveled Ester jumped before realizing the voice that was speaking to her was the kind old one of Ferdinand.

"Good afternoon Ester, it is time to prepare the next meal, beef is the main course, and a few sides should please Standartenführer Dietmar. The chef is preparing the beef already as it is the one food the Standartenführer will eat much of and it requires approximately four and a half hours to slow roast. After dinner, and after you have cleaned the kitchen, you will be drawing Herr Dietmar's bath in his private wash room." With a friendly pat on Ester's head, "You should go wash up yourself before heading to the kitchen. I shall take the mop and buckets back to the storage room... I would... Also recommend a quick change in clothing, they have grown rather, wet." Ferdinand's eyes had studiously ignored Ester's body save for her face and eyes, but even out of the corner's of his eyes he could see that the slip and panties were clinging to her where the sweat had built.

-

Emil had just finished his own brutal physical fitness training when Ester brought his supper into the study that adjoined his room. "I am in here," He said before following with a command. "Leave it on my desk, and wait." He knew that she could see straight through the doorways, but did not care in least as he pulled the sweaty cotton from his chest and dropped both his shorts and briefs. This revealed his muscular body; it was rather thin without the stiff uniform that typically covered it, but that was mostly because of the lack of fat on any part of his body. Muscles rippled as he leaned to toss the dirty clothing in a hamper and walked to the opposite end of the room from the doorway to retrieve a pair of briefs that he pulled up, and a satin long sleeved shirt that he left unbuttoned while walking towards his office. Sweat continued to drip down his chest, and form in beads upon his head even as he sat in his office chair and glanced over the food Ester had laid there.

"Move over to the side," Emil commanded and pointed to the side of his desk, so he could admire all of Ester's lithe form. He could see that Ferdinand had ordered, actually, he probably suggested, what a perfect manager, it is a pity that he views everyone with the same amount of respect, he would make an excellent commander, Ester to change and freshen up. The now baby blue panties, slip, and socks, complete with bows, hugged Ester just as the white ones had earlier. They, and all of Ester, were spotless. "Turn around," He ordered with a rotation of his index finger to indicate what he meant. She obliged and stirrings that had begun earlier in the day returned to the commander as he watched her firm tummy and butt clench flex as she turned. The rotation pushed her slip up higher, and her navel sent a small chill down his spine as he imagined the feeling of being nearly inside it. "You have learned to be clean. Good. Now you will learn your next lesson, and if I enjoy it, I will forget one of your strikes. Sit on my lap, facing me Ester."

As she moved cautiously, Emil tore his eyes from her form and pulled his food closer so that he could eat.

The Standartenführer's workout was something of a legend with his troops, and many tried to mimic it every day with him. Few succeeded, but slowly more were beginning to keep up with him, it helps that they are ten years younger, Emil thought with a smile as he pulled his chair closer to the desk, forcing Ester to wrap her arms around him as he lifted her too in the process. His workout began with a brutally fast five kilometer run. Though it was much more of a sprint, up and down the winding hills of this small town, until he arrived at a sandy pit. There he really did sprint nearly another two point five kilometers in the sluggish sand, with only twenty second intervals between sprints. Then after a brief rest, he did a thousand push-ups, and a thousand sit-ups. Finally he finished with thirty minutes of various hand-to-hand combat and nerve deadening exercises; kicking, punching, elbowing, kneeing, and generally hitting every part of his body against thick wooden trunks that were only just beginning to show signs of use.

After his workout there were always two things that occupied his mind. Food, and sex.

Even before Ester had sat upon his lap with her steadily increasing rate of breath his cock had been half hard. Now it was fully hard and pushing firmly against his briefs and Ester's panties. With a slight twist, he placed himself and Ester more parallel to his desk with the steaming dinner atop it. Glancing at Ester, he spoke slowly, for he had to as the need to fuck her silly was nearly driving him insane by this point, and by speaking calmly it also calmed his racing libido. "Ester... You are going to feed me. Do not rush. Do not be too slow, I am hungry, and if I do not eat food I may eat you. Use just one hand, and do not spill. Your other hand," he seized it with an iron fist, and placed it against his throbbing member. "Will be busy."

Knowing that she was innocent in the ways of debauchery, he decided to show her, after taking his first bite. Releasing his cock from it's confines, the spongy, rock hard, throbbing muscle stood straight up against his rippling abdomen. After placing Ester's free hand upon it, he covered her hand with his own, and began to slowly make her stroke it up and down. "Another bite," he commanded after a few seconds of absolute pleasure. It did not take long for Ester to find a rhythm, and Emil let it continue until the plate was nearly halfway finished. It was always about halfway through, both the meal and taking his pleasure, that Emil became impatient and wanting for more.

Reaching out with both hands, as Ester was now firmly confident, if not pleased, with what she was doing, he slid both large hands underneath her slip and upwards until he found her budding breasts. Lightly he grasped the soft flesh, allowing it to slide through his calloused hands until his fingers latched onto both tender, young, nipples. He gave them a soft pinch, and smiled coldly as Ester jumped and gave his cock a corresponding squeeze. It forced the beginnings of pre-cum from his balls, and the slimy liquid began to quickly cover Ester's smallish hand. He wondered, briefly, if she would think to clean it before the clear fluid dripped onto his briefs. Almost certainly not. Was the thought that darkened his smirk ever so slightly. Returning to his own administrations, he released Ester's nipples only to repeat the process; allowing her soft, budding breasts to feel the power and roughness of his hands before they slid free and he had captured her nipples in his fingers to twirl, and twist them slightly.

"Stop," He commanded suddenly as she reached to spear another piece of meat from his plate. "Let go," He added, meaning both his cock and the fork. When she realized what he meant, and complied, he quickly forced the slip of clothing up and over her head. "Continue," He said before continuing himself, fondling her breasts smoothly, and giving tiny pinches to her now fully erect nipples. As the next bite reached the fork, and headed for his mouth, Emil stopped Esters hand and moved it to her chest where he pushed the piece of meat off the prongs and onto her breast. Leaning forwards, pushing Ester back in the seat, the commander latched his mouth on her breast and the food. Slowly and carefully he chewed both his meal, and his desert. Licking the last pieces of gravy from her skin, he leaned back into his chair and glanced down to where her hand had slowed so far that it barely moved. She realized, too late, and continued.

Emil said nothing of the mistake, and continued eating food from both of Ester's breasts until the plate was clean.

Just as the food was finished, and he was rapidly approaching his climax, Emil shifted tactics once again. His left hand wrapped around to the center of Ester back; to keep her from falling off the chair as he pushed his face even more forcefully into her now sticky, salty, and sweet all at the same time, breasts. His right hand snaked down Ester's lower back and into her panties where it roughly seized on buttock, and then the other in time with her own stroking of his cock. The moment lasted a blissful eternity for Emil before he spoke in the softest voice, but almost most frightening for it's coldness, "I'm going to climax, Ester."

 

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"How can a stick be as enjoyable as a carrot? I thought the point of the stick was to punish?" Ester questioned quietly, more to herself than to Ferdinand, as she tried to wrestle with the idea a bit. "I'm sorry...I really don't understand what you mean at all. A carrot is a carrot and a stick is a stick..." She replied with a shake of her head. She'd never thought of herself as stupid, but these analogies were completely lost on her, implanting a sense of doubt and fear in her already scattered mind. Still, he seemed reluctant to pass along any more information that might help her understand what he meant by those words, so she settled into the notion that she would just have to wait and see.

Gingerly, she rubbed her cool hands over her burning backside as they walked through the halls until they came to a small door in the middle of the Eastern Wing's second floor. This was her room. It was small, quaint really. This room was much smaller than the one she had grown up in, but was far superior to what she had come to believe would be her living arrangements down in the basement. Weird contraptions and unexplained doghouses that they were storing here aside, she felt at ease as she walked in. Ease reminded her of how tired she was, then, he said it. That word. Sleep. Her knees practically buckled at the idea, but she kept a straight back for as long as he was here. She didn't know that she could trust him. After all, he was in the employ of the Standartenführer. She was just the slave. His loyalty would be with him utterly and completely. She couldn't hope to tell him the secrets racing through her mind, though she ached to as he turned away and bid her farewell.

Still, she felt a bit brightened by his coming and going all the same. She bid him farewell and before he had even shut the door all the way she plopped onto the bed before sticking her nose into the nightstand. There she found with great curiosity identical outfits to what she was wearing now all in different colors. Light colors...except for one. Why? What was that one for? They reminded her of her funeral attire...funerals..death...her family. Quickly, she shook the thought away from her mind as she closed the nightstand and set her clock for an hour and thirty five minutes. A moment later she was asleep, but her dreams were filled with the obnoxious sound of an alarm ringing angrily in her ears. She tried to push herself up onto her hands and knees to check out what was making such a horrible sound, but even the dream her was too tired to even lift her head.

Ughhh...why won't that sound go away? She thought to herself as she rubbed her eyes. That sound...THE ALARM!!! Ester jumped out of her bed as if it were on fire and panic set in when she saw that she had overslept by nearly four whole minutes. Where had the time gone? Just a second ago she had been rifling through her nightstand and now she was running late on starting her chores. "No time to think about it now! Gotta move!" She hissed to herself as she slammed the alarm off and raced up to the storage closet. The rest of the afternoon flew by for her in a blur of quiet hallway floors that she polished from end to end, careful to obey the rule about not entering the Western Wing.

Once the initial panic wore off and she saw that Ferdinand wasn't even there to report on her near tardiness, she felt a kind of peace doing this sort of work. It was easy, required little thought, and gave her a chance to enhance her attention to detail. Not a single cobweb, strand of hair, or dust bunny was safe from her as she went about the halls until she was glistening with sweat and her thin slip was clinging to her every crevice. Her ass cheeks, tempting little peaks, and the small cleft between her legs were all brilliantly on display to any who might happen by, but she didn't care. She kept herself as clean as she could, wondering and hoping she might have enough time to wash off before preparing dinner. She shuddered to think what kind of shape her poor little bum would be in after another assault like the one she had endured this morning. Those thoughts lead to others...like how nice it had felt when he kissed her. How strong his hands were as they held her cheeks, spreading them ever so slightly as he groped them.

These were the images floating through her mind while she leaned against her mop pole as it sat in the filthy water bucket when Ferdinand arrived to tell her it was time to get ready to prepare dinner. So, of course she jumped! She couldn't hide the blush on her face, but thankfully Ferdinand seemed to mistake the reasoning for her embarrassment. She hadn't even realized how sticky her slip had become and just how translucent the fabric became when it was wet. Instead, she was far more focused on how nice it felt to be lightly patted on the head. It was the most friendly gesture she'd received since boarding that train two days ago and it made her heart open up to him just a touch more, "Of course, thank you for helping me learn how to please the Standartenführer. I will see to his meal right away." She smiled.

When he suggested that she should clean herself off, she did not waste any more time with light talk. She hurried up the stairs counting the seconds as she contemplated the sides she could prepare for Emil. All the way up the stairs she simply thought that perhaps she had smelled like she had been scrubbing the floors all day or that she had smeared herself with some of the dust. That was why he suggested she get cleaned. Not until she reached her room with the full length mirror did she realize what he'd really meant. He'd seen everything! Just like Rolland, Ferdinand now knew what she looked like completely nude and the idea of that was mortifying for young Ester. Thankfully, Ferdinand had had the courtesy not to leer or make her feel any more uncomfortable than necessary. For that, he had her eternal gratitude.

She was quick to wash off the sweat and grime of an honest days work as best she could before brushing her hair and teeth and donning a light blue slip that reminded her of the Standartenführer's eyes. A deepening red overcame her cheeks as she realized this while admiring herself in the mirror, but she had no time to change!

Rushing down the stairs, she went about preparing roasted baby potatoes and caramelized carrots to go along with the pork that the chef had so tediously prepared. Once again, she kept her head down around the chef, only asking for help when she needed to know where something was. This time, though, she did not back up. She inspected herself after loading her tray and was particularly careful as she made her way through the wall not to brush up against anything that might leave her tainted.

Quietly, she entered Emil's office with the quiet disposition of a mouse that knew there was a cat in the room. She knew he was there lurking around somewhere, "Standartenführer? I have your dinner." She said softly as she looked around the office and then behind her to see if he were lurking in the shadow of the door. Then, she heard him call out that he was in the adjacent room. His perfectly chiseled body was slick with sweat and on display as he dropped his shirt to the ground. Thoughtlessly, she stared...she lusted after his body in a way she'd done with no man...but he..he looked like a god. Blindly, she felt the desire to touch him and to be touched by him.

Her trance was as deep as it was suddenly broken. "Oh! Uh...sorry!" She chirped as he dropped his pants and briefs exposing his large, flaccid rod that she caught only for an instant before snapping her attention away. She couldn't stand how attractive he really was...or understand how his appearance could contrast the way he treated her so much. If she had been born of the Third Reich, she wondered what she would have thought of him. What he would have thought of her. It was a childish, romanticized thought really, but it made her feel better to almost believe that in another world this could have been their life. They could have done this the right way...they could have been married first or at least star crossed lovers. Not master and slave.

Placing the tray of food on the desk as he commanded, she took a few steps back, though waited for him to enter. She kept her head down, not because of fear, but out of anticipation and shame. She didn't know what to expect from him, but she couldn't wait to find out. It was shameful, truly, that she could feel that way about him, but she couldn't help it. He was fascinating to her and quickly she was becoming excited to show off how good she could be.

Bobbing her head as he commanded her to move over to the side of his desk after having taken his seat, she waited with bated breath as he inspected her. Twirling around slowly, she felt her heart begin to race as she felt his eyes all over her body, especially on her tight little butt and thighs. She prayed she'd pulled it off this time. A nice meal and a spotless appearance that would please him so that she could see what he would give her as a carrot. She couldn't help it as a bright smile flashed over her face for just a moment as he commented that she had managed to keep herself clean and promised he would forgive one of her strikes if she managed to make him enjoy teaching her this next lesson.

"Yes, sir!" She announced with a bounce of her toes as he commanded her to climb up into his lap so that she was facing him. She couldn't believe that he really wanted that someone that looked like him wanted to be so close to...her. Not that she saw herself as ugly...she'd just never seen herself as a sexual desire. The men of her society never treated her as such and certainly not the men of her family. This was new for Ester as she climbed up into his lap, lacing her hands gingerly around his sweaty back as she positioned herself carefully until her pantie clad snatch was pressed against his throbbing hard rod and her knees were firmly planted just outside of both his muscular thighs. Once she felt like she wouldn't fall over from lack of balance, she let go and looked up into his face for the briefest of moments with a look of utter innocent intrigue. What did he want from her? What was she going to do?

With little effort, he swiveled the chair making it so her right hand could feed while her left was put to an even more important task. She could only nod her head as if she understood what he wanted, when in reality she felt trapped. Gingerly, she pressed against his concealed package with her left hand before shooting a concerned glance up at Emil. Did he expect her to know what to do? Well, first the easy part. She brought to his lips a bite of pork as she shakily ran her finger tips up the side of his sheathed cock. Should she reach in? She didn't know if she could. It was too much. Her small, tight body sitting atop his hot, sweaty form was enough to make her heart race and her breaths come faster. It was then that Emil reached forward to unleash his swollen cock for her to gaze upon for the very first time. It wasn't just him. It was, in fact, the first time she'd seen one on any full grown man and the notion of that alone was enough to put her in a trance. She didn't know what to do except to revere his rigid cock for what it was. Luckily, Emil seemed to be patient as he pressed her hand against his warm shaft before wrapping his hand around hers.

Quickly, she seemed to find a pleasant rhythm that seemed to delight Emil while also giving her a sense of satisfaction, if not feeding a burning need of her own. She was quick to find that she enjoyed being desired. She enjoyed being needed. She enjoyed serving him when a carrot was on the horizon...but she'd need a little bit of time to come around to enjoying the feel of a stick on her backside as well. She didn't think of her own body and what she might desire Emil to play with until his rough hands slid up her slip to cup her perky little peaks before giving her tender nipples a light squeeze. The sensation made her nearly jump out of her skin and certainly reflected in the way that she squeezed his manhood as she thrust her hand up and down until her arm ached.

That was when she felt the beginnings of the end. His precum was slick, slimy, and warm. She had no idea what had caused it, but by the pleased look on his face, she at least knew it wasn't a mistake or a bad thing. So, she ran with it. She didn't worry about the precum dripping onto his briefs as she eagerly slid her slicked up hand along his shaft from the tip of his swollen helmet down to his thick, veiny base. Then, he did it again. He slid his hands up until her back arched and her budding breasts were his captives. He ripped a pleased gasp past her lips as he squeezed her nipples again, this time for a little longer, before he relinquished his control over her once more.

Her heart dropped when he commanded her to stop. Was he done? She secretly hoped not, but her hand ceased its gentle caresses while the other froze in midair until his message became plain. Surrendering her fork and his rod, she bowed her head as he pulled her slip up over it leaving her atop of him in only her panties but by the look on her face you wouldn't have known if she minded. She breathed a relaxed sigh as he ordered her to continue before resuming his own ministrations. She couldn't hold back a soft whimper as he freely explored her young breasts with eager delight before scooping a bit of food onto them. Then, a stunned moan as he ate from and of them with unrestrained desire. The feel of his teeth gently grating against her soft skin made her back arch and her hand slow as she indulged in the sensation. When his lips broke away from her nipple with an audible smack she realized that aside from a couple of little twitches, her hand had become completely limp. Blushing, she knew it was a mistake by the briefest telling look in his eye, but tried not to fret as he continued without a word. Maybe...just maybe he'd forgive her?

This unbalanced pleasure play resumed until his plate was completely empty and his cock was pulsing in her hand. Moaning softly as he dove into her chest while clutching her ample cheeks, she considered for a moment what he meant by the word climaxing. She'd never heard of it being used in a romantic sense and, quite frankly, it stumped her up to the very moment when his thick, hot seed came spraying out over her lips, chin, neck, sticky breasts, and trembling tummy. Her hand did not stop either. No, she kept stroking until every thick rope was shot out across her body without reserve, but then it dawned on her. She was filthy. So was he. What about the rules? Hopping out of his lap as quick as a flash, she drove her knees into the ground and her face into his crotch as she strove to lick up what she could to keep from getting his briefs too dirty from what streams had not landed on her.

His taste was bittersweet and the musk lingered on her tongue and nose as she reached with her free hand to scoop up what was sliding down her body so that she might lick her hands and fingers clean. She was frantic to make them both clean again before he could get mad, "I'm so sorry! I didn't know climaxing was a bad thing! I'm really sorry!" She begged with tears in her eyes before she sucked three fingers sticky with his cum into her mouth. She licked herself clean before leaning forward to eagerly lap at his receding cock until she had swallowed every drop that her quick little tongue could reach.

 

[The_PG]

This climax was certainly one of Emil's best in a very, very long time. The last few slaves he had tried were all more experienced than Ester, even if a few had been virgin's, and he had been growing impatient. Sometimes tearing their maidenhood's on the first day, and occasionally within the first hour. In fact, one he had fucked down on the train platform, bending her over the warm hood of his town car and fucking with abandon to a rather rushed and infuriating climax. He'd given that girl immediately to Leutnant Rolland and he was sure she had been executed a few days later as the Leutnant had his less designed, but perhaps more passionate fun with the girl before following his Standartenführer's orders. The experience with Ester had begun in his toes, worked it's way through his already strained legs, before leaping through his waist and exploding within his chest and head as his warm juices splattered against Ester's quivering thighs, stomach, abused chest, neck, and arm. Feeling numb, and breathless, Emil could only watch as a sudden fright split Ester's previously rather pleased face.

It confused him, what's wrong? He nearly asked, before realizing that his rules weighed so very heavily on the little minx's shoulders.

She cleaned him with relish, wringing the last ounces pleasure out of both his manhood as she licked. Squeezing the last droplets from his cock, and pulling even stronger feelings of pleasure from his chest. He breathed heavily, the previous exercise and current situation causing a shortage of oxygen to his entire body that burned with bliss. The tears that began in her eyes, and nervous shaking that wracked her body so chaotically after pleasure had given her such orderly and desired squirming began an unstoppable climb towards the present for commander Dietmar. He did not want to go forwards however, preferring to stay where he was and watch as Ester began cleaning herself with darting fingers and a hunger that began to slowly rekindle the embers of lust Emil had just sprayed in a fireball all over her tiny body. Patience has proved his merit again. If only I had waited with the others, perhaps the answer would have come to me. Failing that, at least I would know the question. The thought sprung to mind only briefly, for just then Ester spoke. Her voice rang of fear. Fear that she had failed, fear of the unknown, and fear that this pleasant episode was finished.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't know climaxing was a bad thing! I'm really sorry!"

This comment brought a smile to Emil's face, a smile of amusement, and without any hint of darkness beneath it.

She was back with her face in his groin almost immediately afterward. The contrast was strangely amusing, the hungry whore-like attitude in cleaning off the dirtiness she had just cause, clashing with the innocence in not knowing what a climax even was. It was so amusing that Emil did not even concern himself with his own contrast by telling her to always be clean while expecting her to do any dirty act he could think of. Instead he was able to keep himself in the moment for a few heavenly seconds as Ester truly sucked the last few feelings of exquisite pleasure from his dick, and allowed the feeling to well once last time in his chest. Finally he placed a hand on her head and stopped the administrations lest she excite him enough again to ignore the lesson in patience that he had just learned again. Pulling rather gently on her head full of curly black hair, he forced her onto her feet and onto unsteady legs. Legs he decided to steady by standing himself and placing a hand on either of her shoulders.

For perhaps the first time he leaned down so that their eyes were nearly equal.

"You have nothing to apologize for Ester. You did all you knew to do to keep myself, and yourself clean. Later, you will learn better ways, but I won't punish you for not knowing. I will only punish you for failing to do everything you can to follow the rules. You pleased me greatly... You gave me an excellent climax, and they are good things," He could not help the chuckle that followed his first lesson of sex to this maiden. "They are also called orgasms, and they are very pleasurable. When men cum, that is another word for it, we release our seed, and that is also called cum sometimes. Next time, you will know to get to my cock before it explodes everywhere." That was enough of a lesson for today, and he would let her figure out how to 'get it' next time. It wouldn't due to spoil her innocence fully, just enough to keep her learning every day, and keep that delicious blush returning to her face again and again.

"Ferdinand told you what happens after dinner, everyday?" He asked, before seeing her response, "Good. Since you are dirty too, you may go draw the bath. We will be washing together. The chef will clean the food off."

Already Emil could feel that he was ready again. He released Ester and pointed her towards the washroom before bending, picking up her slip and handing it to her while pulling his briefs back over the once again growing manhood on his waist. I will certainly be taking my time with this one, but certainly she is ready for her own orgasm this time. It'll be delightful, and keep me from fucking her silly. Perhaps one of the doctor's toys... Leaving Ester to begin drawing the bath, Emil went to one of his many dressers and pulled out a long string of beads. Each ball slightly larger then the last. Next to it was a house with small nozzle on one end with expandable balloon to hold it in place. The other end was a liter sized bag with cap. Cleanliness... A good lesson. He thought with a grin to himself.

Entering the wash room he caught Ester bent over the rather large tub testing the water with one hand while she adjusted the temperature with the other. The sight of her tiny heart shaped butt sent a shiver through Emil that he pretended not to feel, but delighted in enough to not move or say anything momentarily. "I like it hot," He said softly as he approached the nearby sink and began his own preparations. Into the bag he placed a soapy warm water contraption, and the nozzle he also made slippery with soap. Just as the water stopped running into the tub, he turned to Ester and beckoned her over. "Take off your panties," he commanded, followed by, "Turn around, and bend over." Placing the nozzle in her butt, he expanded the balloon that would hold it there before releasing the water.

Reaching around Ester he rubbed her tummy to relax her as the soapy concoction went to work, gurgling within her bowels.

"Sometimes Ester, you need to be clean inside before you can be clean outside." He said softly as the water poured into her gut. "You'll need to hold it for a few minutes after it is empty," He said handing her the bag, "Then you may use the water closet in the other room."

Taking the beads with him, Emil disrobed and slipped into the hot water that immediately relaxed him and began turning his skin a bright red.

He waited, patiently.

 

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Ester licked and sucked at his shaft greedily drinking down every hint of his salty musk until she was satisfied that he was clean. It never really dawned on her that what she was doing was in fact sexual, only that it was necessary for her survival. If this morning had taught her anything it was that the Standartenführer did not like for himself or his property to be unclean. It was sad how far she had fallen in such a short amount of time, but she had no time to dwell on such misfortune. If this was to be her role in life, she'd embrace it until it killed her.

Stopping only once he brought his hand to rest atop her long, black tresses, she flinched back expecting a pop across the face to follow, but it did not. He brought her to a stand, but a shaky one at that. Her legs felt wobbly and her heart was racing in her chest as she awaited his judgement. Then, when it finally came down, what she saw in his eyes surprised her. He was amused? Her eyes were filled with perplexed confusion and utter relief. He wasn't mad at her. He knew she didn't know what she was doing and didn't expect her to pick up on it right away. She could have cried when he told her that she'd done well and that she had nothing to apologize for. Climaxes, orgasms, and cum were good and next time she'd be better prepared to manage the situation.

Straightening up when he asked if she remembered what Ferdinand had told her to do she replied in a chipper voice, "Yes, sir. He told me that I need to clean up after myself in the kitchen and then draw a bath for you." Tilting her head when he told her to ignore half of her task, she smiled before replying, "Right away, sir." She took a moment to look down at herself, astonished by how many dried streaks of cum she saw. Despite her best efforts, her dabbling fingers had done little in the way of actually making her clean. She supposed he was right. A bath was really the only way, but...with him? She felt her heart tear. She would not be giving her maidenhead over to her husband's hands, that much was almost certain. Hell, she didn't even know if she'd make it through the night.

God, what shall I do? He wants me to lay with him...but we are not wed. I am his servant. Will I...go to Hell for this?

These thoughts burdened her heavily as she quickly dressed and went up the stairs to his wash room to begin preparing the water. Of course God was nowhere to be found. The only advice that came to her came from deep within. They commanded her to serve her new master as faithfully she could and to give him whatever he needed. Whether these words were born of fear or something more carnal she did not know. Shaking the thoughts as she neared the side of the tub, she began to run the water, bending over to test the temperature as she lost herself in her own reflection. The reflection of a slave. Her fingers dangled in the water as her ass bobbed in the air, her back straightening suddenly when she heard Emil's soft voice chime in his preference. "Then hot it shall be." She smiled, reaching over to flip one of the faucets a bit more while glancing over to see exactly what he was doing.

She didn't recognize what he had in his hands. It looked like a string of beads and a funnel like contraption. Undoubtedly, both were meant for her, but she couldn't fathom where they'd go. Perhaps the funnel in her mouth and the beads around her neck? She wondered how long it would take for him to kill her with those beads as she cut off the water tapping it's surface one last time to ensure it was good and hot.

Walking over to Emil, she kept a lingering eye on what he held in his hand as she bit on her lower lip and lowered her panties down to her ankles before stepping out of them. His eyes on her fluffy mound made her blush profusely and lower her head in embarrassment. "S-sir?" She questioned softly with wide eyes as he commanded she turn around and bend over. The look in his eye, however, confirmed that now was not the time to question his authority. Nodding her head shyly, she turned away from him and bent over until her fingers touched the tip of her toes. Was this how it was going to happen? Was he going to make her his like this? Right here, right now? Tensing as she felt the cold nozzle press against her puckered little anus, she whined softly as he persisted until the cold nozzle was wedged in at least three inches deep.

Swallowing back tears, she jarred forward suddenly as warm water rushed into her bowels making her knees shake and her gut gurgle. All the while, her tight anal ring kept flexing around the intruder, trying to push out the nozzle as it forced a steady stream of soapy water meant to clean her from the inside out. Shivering as his hand came around to her stomach, she nodded and pretended to accept his answer as she felt her back cramp in protest. She wanted to fall down then and there. She wanted to rip out that nozzle and force all the water out, but to do so would undoubtedly be her death. So, she endured. As he handed her the bag, she gently squeezed it as he disrobed and sank into the hot bath she'd prepared.

Seconds felt like hours and minutes felt like days. After she counted to about five minutes, she asked with a weak little voice, "Sir? May I be excused?" When he gave her his blessing she found herself in a pickle. Every step she took was strained and tensed as she squeezed her bum around the nozzle to keep any of the putrid water from dripping out onto her leg or the floor. Somehow, step by step, she managed to tip toe her way to the other room's washroom where she eased out the nozzle. Then, to her great relief, a rush of the unspeakable came tumbling out of her faster than she'd thought possible. Her engorged belly fell back to it's normal flat state as she emptied her bowels of every impurity into that bowl. Her only comfort was the sharp pull of her nails as they raked through her hair and the warmth of her tears. Once she was confident that she was very much clean from the inside, she folded the used nozzle and baggy, setting them aside in the washroom before flushing the toilet with a relieved sigh.

Walking back to the Standartenführer's washroom, she was amazed how light she felt compared to when she had practically crawled away. Quietly, she entered so as not to disturb him from his relaxation. Gripping the edges of her slip, she swallowed hard as she lifted it over her head and folded it on the floor.

Stepping to the edge of the tub, she was an angel stripped bare before a devil. Her radiant green eyes were glossed with fresh tears and her porcelain cheeks were painted pink as she cleared her throat to ask, "I did as you wished...May I enter?" She thought he might like it. He might like to hear her ask to join him. She hoped she was right. Her small breasts puffed out as she held her breath while her small hands guarded her mound in a pathetic attempt to maintain some level of modesty. All the while, she couldn't stop her own eyes from drifting down to his sizable manhood as it bobbed in the water.

 

[The_PG]

After watching Ester's face slowly matriculate from a rather confused, to further confused, to pained, to a rather panicked look on her face Emil gave his blessing for her to leave. He watched her slowly stagger away until he no longer wanted to turn his head to keep the beautiful gaze within his sights. It was enough, for now. Instead he leaned back against the tub and let his muscles relax into the comfortable heat. This was part of his routine, and though adding to it with Ester appeared that it would become rather delightful he still was not fully sure that he would have her join him every night. He began to methodically clear his head and force his body to relax until he felt fully cleansed. Then one by one he allowed any and all things to enter his mind briefly before deciding whether or not to get rid of them. Nearly nothing was allowed to stay this evening besides Ester. Emil had enough mental pictures to fill a thousand albums, and they quickly combined into a rather angelic picture of a tear stained, hair matted against her forehead, cheeks rosy with embarrassment, tummy quivering, hands shaking, toes curling, nipples hardening, knees weakening, and chest rising and falling rapidly.

His previously calm cock slowly rose until the purple head bobbed above the surface.

"I did as you wished...May I enter?"

Emil opened his eyes and was immediately met by an almost exact replica of the image he had been holding in his head. It quite literally took away his breath for a moment. With a deep, delighted sigh, he began to breath again as he lightly splashed the water and smiled in not feigned gratitude for Ester's request. That was a very clear sign that she was beginning to think of how she would survive, and deciding that it was best to get on his very best side. This signal of loyalty, intelligence, and duty was something that many of the previous slaves had all ignored for some idiotic reason. Waving for her to join him, he lightly grasped her hand as she tried to shy to the furthest side of the tub. It was only natural, he assumed, with her innocence to shy away from him and it did not anger him. In fact, Emil rather enjoyed that sign of innocence that Ester could simply not hide. Like the way she kept giving his dick cautious, though curious, glances. With a chuckle the echoed warmly off the thick walls of his villa, he pulled her close to his side with one hand while the other fingered the beads he had brought into the tub with them. Emil continued to pull until Ester's head was lightly placed against his shoulder just above the waterline.

She nodded meekly, and Emil twisted slowly in the water until he was facing her.

"I'm going to wash you Ester, and you may never tell a soul that I have. Do you understand?"

First, he proceeded to turn her around and pick up a thick bar of soap and rough wash cloth. The roughness wasn't just for Ester, Emil found that he felt more clean after turning his skin red then he did using the various satin's and soft linens that other softer bodies preferred. He lathered the cloth up and started on her back and shoulders. Emil rubbed hard, but not roughly like the first time Ester had been cleaned. Tracing her smooth skin and turning the dull redness into a brighter, angrier red. Very quickly he realized that she could not keep still with his hard strokes, so gently as to not frighten her he pushed until Ester's chest was against the side of the tub and she had nowhere else to go. Then he was able to get enough pressure to scrape away the dirty skin as gently as he could.

Next, Emil lathered the cloth again, and moved to her neck. He was gentler here, and used his hand just as much as the cloth. Dragging his skin against hers, enjoying both her reactions and the feeling of her creamy skin against his rough fingers. His hand and the cloth dipped over her neck, and down her chest, barely brushing against her chest. Meanwhile his crotch had come to rest against the small of her back and he was sure that Ester could feel his heated rod that rubbed between his stomach and her back.

Following her neck, Emil once against turned Ester in the water, for even though she was light out of the water, within she was weightless. Now he carefully scrubbed her chest, arms, and stomach. Taking his time to arouse, erect, and redden both beautiful balls of flesh that perkily bobbed in the water. He also went over a few of the places he missed on her neck, just under Ester's chin. After he rinsed the suds away from her skin, Emil could not help himself, and he leaned over to lick her now clean skin. Meanwhile his hand and the cloth moved further and further down her firm abdomen. Emil shuddered at the feel of trembling flesh in his hands and mouth. Slowly his lips, tongue, hand, and the cloth moved further and further downwards. Soon his fingers were brushing between her virginal lips with bits of slippery soap aiding the movement. The cloth traveled up and down her toned, trembling legs, brushing her inner thighs to red cleanliness. His teeth, lips, and tongue were double-checking that Emil had removed every inch of dirt from either of Ester's breasts.

Slowly Emil moved the wash cloth behind Ester. He first kneaded and scraped her tensed bottom into pristine and relaxed condition. Then ever so gingerly he let the cloth drop, sliding between her butt cheeks on it's way to the bottom of the tub. In has had now was the beads, carefully, continuing all of his other administrations, he slipped the smallest of the beads into her once against tightening butt hole. Emil leaned back to watch her reaction, and he smiled.

"Remember we must clean you inside," Emil added a second, slightly larger bead, "And out." Then his fingers at the front slowly ground against the top of her slit, slowly trying to find the pleasurable button hidden within the small crease of skin.