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Dark Future (runawayninja x moonsblackwolf)

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Magnus Konrad Graf-Stauffen straightened his uniform as he prepared for his trip to the breeding camp. He was in the lavish and luxurious Graf-Stauffen estate and he was about to leave the comfort of the home of his forebears to do his duty. The truth was, he wasn't a Nazi. Not at heart. The truth was that he simply enjoyed being in power and he enjoyed the finer things in life. Magnus loved having fine food, enjoying good parties, great liquor, and being surrounded by lovely and desired women.

The trip took a day and he arrived at the camp at night, being met by an attractive female adjutant Lieutenant that would help him around and keep his affairs in order at the camp. He was a Major and was being appointed a somewhat boring staff position at the camp, but it was a position of luxury. He would not have to work hard and his "contributions" to the camp would guarantee that he would enjoy more fine women. And certainly he would be invited to the Colonel's mansion, the home of the man running the camp.

Magnus was not has a shiftless, layabout desk jockey of a noble-blood. He had actual field experience of the war, but he didn't like to talk about it. Such experiences had mentally scarred him. Men and women were not meant for such things as he had seen and done. Glory for the Third Reich and bullshit like that he thought to himself.

As he was going to be the camp's Chief of Staff, he had to meet the head personnel of each department and they would report to him in the morning individually. That night, however, he charmed his young adjutant into his bed. It wasn't quite hard, it was apparent the girl had been looking for some action and Magnus was very attractive, bearing good noble traits. He was flawlessly youthful and fine-featured in his face, long platinum blond, almost white hair tied in a long ponytail except when he was off duty, when it hung free, bright, sharp emerald eyes, and a tight, tall, athletic build from years of field service out of his twenty-seven years in life.
 
Giselle Mieke Zuckermann was not pleased with her newest situation. She had been one of the best nurses on the front line, taking care of the mortally wounded and often saving the lives of her fellow soliders. In her bravery she'd been appointed as a Lieutenant and given numerous medals of honor. But they told her she was being reassigned and found herself brought into a camp she hoped she'd never see.

While Giselle thoroughly believed in bettering the human race, she didn't like the 'breeding' program created to produce better heirs. When she arrived, it wasn't long before she was -encouraged- to join up and get herself knocked up by one of the cannidates. She had somewhat politely declined, insisting that she would help at the camp but she wouldn't be a part of it.

Sitting at the front desk one morning, she waited for the clients of sorts to come in for their appointments. Giselle didn't always enjoy this. Many times a day men who thought they were hot stuff would ask if they could be the first to "better the race" with her. Every time she ignored them or enjoyed stabbing their vitamin injections just a little too hard.

It was entirely understandable why someone would ask her though. On a scale of 1-10, she was easily an eleven. Giselle has long platinum blonde hair that laid in waves to mid-back. Her icy blue eyes stood out from her blemish-free peaches and cream complextion. Her body was curvy but toned, taking pride in working out every evening. She had a long pair of legs that met up to a nice swell of ass. Above that was a flat stomach and a full set of breasts with dusty rose nipples. All in all she was perfection.
 
Magnus had met the heads of the various departments. Some looked friendly enough, some looked very boring. Now he was actually touring the facility, being led by his adjutant, Lieutenant Marie Castille, a French girl. It wasn't unusual to recruit from all over, German sons and daughters alone were not enough to run the conquered world. Marie was a pretty girl with an auburn ponytail down the center of her back to her mid-back, soft dark blue eyes, an a fair complexion. Her body was lithe and smooth, soft and silky as Magnus had learned, and she had a quiet, friendly demeanor.

Marie was showing Magnus around the camp and then Magnus came to the registration area, where all the men and women had to check in. Magnus looked at the young woman managing the sign in desk and he smiled a bit, extending his hand to her instead of expecting to be saluted. "Major Magnus Graf-Stauffen." He said in a plain, informal greeting.
 
The Lieutenant looked up as the newest pair walked into the building. Giselle had to admit to herself that they would have made a lovely couple, what with his rougishly good looks and her lithe beauty. She knew that Marie was a sweet and docile girl, easily falling into her role. It had been thought she would soon join the breeding program if she was finally given clearance by those above for her French heritage, much to the pleasure of several of the young male 'donors'. The thought was they would pick several men with strong genetics to produce more Germanic looking heirs.

Giselle stood up, recognizing his higher status from his uniform and automatically started to salute the Major. But his hand was out front looking for a handshake instead. Oh wonderful, the mann clearly didn't think she was as good as a man choosing to treat her like a civie instead of a soldier. After a moment of hesitation, she reaches out and shakes in hand in a strong grip worthy of man's respect.

"Greetings and welcome Alvira Major, I'm -Lieutenant Giselle Zuckermann. Is there anything I can help you with?" she asked, a small fake smile across her full lips.
 
That wasn't really the case. He simply wasn't one for formality with men or women. But he straightened up and kept to formality whenever someone of higher rank was in the room. Still, there was no way for him to know this. He smiled warmly and gave an equally firmly handshake.

"Solid grip, that's good. I read that you served on the front, that's even better. How come your here? This isn't exactly a...dignifying position for one so honored."
 
(My apologies for not replying sooner! I forget on here you have to look for subscribed threads!)

She was grateful for his respectful attitude, he at least didn't treat her too much like a piece of meat. Smiling at his question, she rolled her icy blue eyes in response. How she ended up there was not pleasant. It was obvious that the higher ranks wanted her to become part of the breeding camp program, which she had explained in not-so-polite words that she would sooner slit her own throat than be one of the numerous breeding bitches.

"It's a long story sir, one that ends with people expecting me to spread my legs for my country. Something that I don't intend to ever do." She murmured, a little bite to her tone. It wasn't that numerous men hadn't tried to get her, more than she wanted to count asked a week and some were a little less subtle than others. The night one pinched her ass she left a sizeable bruise on her cheek. "Goodness knows that I was more than happy in the field."
 
"Well Lieutenant, I'm attending the camp Colonel's party this evening to welcome me, would you care to be my escort? I'm unfamiliar with the people here and perhaps you could introduce me and I could mention your numerous citations and your desire to return to the front...that is...any front you choose." He smiled warmly at her, wondering why she was put here. Certainly she did have good genes if she was so honored, but the American front was proving a tough nut to crack in the war and good soldiers were still needed. Someone must have had a personal agenda, someone in the camp with power and pull wanted her for himself. Or herself.

"What do you say, Lieutenant Zuckermann?" He grinned a bit. "Not an order, an offer. No strings attached."
 
The invitation was unexpected as was the generous offer of a recommendation. It might help her status to change if she was given high marks by a Major, perhaps enough to get her to return to the battlefront. As much as she did enjoy looking at the little babies that were born on a regular basis, she couldn't help but wonder what kind of life they would have as they grew up. Surely they were set for a life of political duty and continuing to breed with selected mates. Her mind was still reeling with these thoughts.

"I...I would be honored to be an escort for the evening. I cannot guarantee I will be a good one but I will try my best." she gave a small smile back, hoping he did not just want her as arm candy. It was unknown to both that the evening would likely end aburptly.
 
He nodded slowly and took her hand, bringing it to his lips to kiss. "I only desire interesting company. I don't know what kinds of parties the Colonel throws so if it's a snooze fest at least I have something to talk to." He smiled and nodded again.

"As you were Lieutenant. I'll come by your quarters at seven. Wear something nice." He smiled and turned to let his adjutant and nodded, letting her lead him along to continue the tour.
 
It was rather funny as Magnus leaned forward and grabbed her hand to lay a rather nice kiss on the back of her hand. First because it confirmed her believe that despite his pretty words that he viewed her a a woman and not as much as a solider. Secondly, she was amused by pretty little Marie's distraught look as the rougishly handsome Major asked for her as an escort.

"I would not plan to come in my skivies." she replied cheekily, enjoying the new scandilized look on Marie's face. Oh, that was too fun, she thought.

Image of dress, second from right. A little longer with short sleeve though.

Later that evening, she dressed in a knee length cocktail dress that was impressive in showing off her form due to a scoop neck and corset front. Her hair fell in thick curls, but a pair of hair combs pulled the sides back. A simple pair clip on pearls and a long strand of pearls around her neck were her only jewelry. Her smooth legs were covered in long panty hose and a pair of black 3 inch heels. Her panties were lacy and smooth against her firm buttock.
 
Magnus' long silvery hair was let free for this evening and it took a stark contrast to the black tuxedo he wore. It was a simple, but sharp affair and he had boots polished in military order. As he went to pick up his escort for the evening, he found himself thinking that women had such freedom of choice in their choosing of attire for such affairs. Men...simply wore tuxes with little variation to them. He chose not to wear a tie.

He knocked on Giselle's door, smiling and awaiting a reply. When he got one he smiled at her and offered his hand. "Ready to tame the social animal?" He secretly had his officer's pistol inside his jacket.
 
The knock on the door made Giselle jump slightly, she could admit to herself that she was nervous for tonight. It had been years really since she'd been on a date, before she'd joined the armed force. Walking to the door, she gave a smile to the man waiting. She gave a little smile at his outfit, thinking the sharp black tux suited him. While the freedom of clothing for such events was nice, it was only because they encouraged such outfits from the women. It was a way of perhaps intriguing some interest in their project. In some ways, Giselle envied the simplicity of a suit. At least they wouldn't have to fret over what to wear. As it was, she had to borrow the dress from someone as she didn't even have something formal enough for this previous. Realizing that she had been staring for quite a long time, she blushed before talking his hand.

"Oh, I suppose that the least I can do is try to, right?" she replied teasingly.
 
He smiled at her and gave a soft laugh. "I'm glad you know how to be loose instead of just the usually stiff officers. I don't like people without a sense of humor, Giselle." Out of uniform and off duty they were just a man and woman, not a superior officer and his subordinate.

He started along the camp towards the Colonel's mansion where the party was being held. "So what are the other officers here like?" He expected most of the senior staff to be there. However, he couldn't imagine what was going to happen.
 
As she walked along her superior, Giselle was surprised by his rather polite demeanor. As he asked her opinion of the the other officers, she gave a little snot. "Depends on who you ask around here. The women think they are the cat's meow and the men think they're God's gift to the world. Most of them honestly believe this is what they're suppose to do with their lives, to better their country. As such, they act like they're golden."

The evening was rather bland, people pretending to care about small talk while secretly getting smashed. Giselle was somewhat glad to have Magnus with her however, it made the evening a lot more tolerable. It was getting late in the evening when they first noticed the loud bangs that seemed to get closer. Giselle looked out a window, wondering why they would test bombs at this late of an hour. What she saw took her breath a way a moment. "Oh my lord..."

They were under attack.
 
Magnus looked out the window and pulled his service pistol out from his coat. He heard a lot of confusion and shouting and barking of orders. But he grabbed Giselle's hand and started to run for an exit, something out of sight. He might have been an officer, but he'll be damned if he's going to die under the command of someone he hasn't even met. For all he knew, this Colonel could be some useless indecisive out dunderhead that got this position so high command could retire him with some dignity.

Magnus started to move out towards a back exit with his pistol out, not really expecting that anyone would get in his way.
 
(Sorry again...my e-mail notifications got turned off and I don't know why....)

As the commotion got closer and louder, Giselle started to get fearful. She looked around desperately before she felt Magnus' hand on hers and she was being tugged away towards the back door. After a moment she ran with him and out the back door. As they ran out the back door Giselle saw Magnus looking back into the house as the front was broken into and there were screams when the people were attacked.

Giselle gave a short scream as she looked out the door and there were Allies outside waiting for them. One raised his gun and quickly hit the Chief of Staff square in the back of his head. It knocked him out quickly and he fell to the floor while Giselle backed up a bit before one of the men quickly grabbed her. She whimpered a bit as he roughly pulled her into him. "Please...please no!" she begged vaguely in German, struggling. The men talked back and forth, leering and grinning. The one holding her reached around and grabbed her ass tightly while the two others laughed. They dragged her, throw the chief over their shoulders. When they reached a nearby vehicle, the men quickly bound and gagged the pair, tossing them in the back.
 
Magnus slowly opened his eyes, his head felt like it was split open. His vision blurred and he groaned softly, feeling like he might have a concussion. He was moving. The gorund was moving. No, it was a truck, he was on a moving truck. When he tried to move, he found himself bound. He growled and tried to bite at the gag, struggling against his bonds as he looked around.
 
Giselle had stayed awake the entire ride, her eyes watching her superior fearfullly as a small amount of blood puddled beneath his head. She prayed that he did not have a fracture or concussion as they could not afford either if they were going to survive this. When she saw his eyes open slowly, she squirmed a little and her knee brushed him to get his attention. Her eyes flicked upwards to their captors sitting at their heads each holding at least one gun before she shook her head. She was silently askig him to be still and not draw attention to them. The longer the soldiers thought they were out the better. When the reached the facility about an hour and a half later, she felt the vehicle stop before the engine died. The men spoke briefly before one grabbed Giselle, taking an opportunistic feel of her breast before tossing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Another three came to grab Magnus, two grapping his arms and the other his legs. Another more meak man stood to one side and waited with a small bottle in hand and a syringe. Morphine or something like it to put him out again if he fought. Obviously they couldn't always beat his head to get him calm.

They were transported inside and down the steps to what appeared to be a combination of a dungeon, torture chamber, and an exam room all in one. Giselle felt sick as her eyes took in the various objects she recognized and many she didn't. Her mind gave thoughts as to their usage and she paled. Oh god...she was going to die here...The pair were brought to a cell that looked out into the room. It had shackles firmly imbedded in the concrete walls and no window. They put them on opposite walls and cuffed their wrists to the wall, removing the other bindings afterwards.
 
((I'm actually going to write in that these are Slavic Rebels of some kind.))

Magnus heard them speak some kind of language that sounded like Russian, but it wasn't Russian. He kept calm to prevent them from visiting anymore violence on them, but watching them grope her, he felt a mixture of rage and jealousy well up in him. The beast inside him had wanted to ravage her, but that was his most base instinct, the kind that people always suppressed except in the most private moments.

Magnus let them walk him down into the bunker-looking complex. He tried to ignore the thought of torture and instead take in all the surroundings around to so that it could be used if the opportunity to escape came up. He remained quiet and obedient.
 
((That's fine!))

Giselle waited quietly until the guards had left the room and the pair were left alone in silence. Her chest was heaving from panic, eyes wide as she looked around. Her arms pulled at the chains uselessly until she bruised her tiny wrists and was fully panting. "W-what is this place? Why did they take us Magnus? I don't understand...why us?" she asked him desperately. She had recognized the heavy tongue of the guards when they spoke, it was familiar but unfortunately nothing she knew well enough to translate their words. It left her feeling vulnerable as they would be able to speak in front of them without the pair knowing what they said.
 
"I don't know. I don't know why they why thy want us or what they hope to get out of us, but they're not going to get anything from me." He looked around, staying observant, but he mostly just remained still and kept quiet. He didn't see much of a point to trying to fight against his bonds, they seemed secure enough.
 
She looked across the cell at the man bound up with her, she gave a little shiver in her cocktail dress. It wasn't very warm in the damp, cold, dungeon they were bound in. She gave a little sigh as she drew up her knees against her chest. Two men entered the dungeon and peered down at the pair with a little leer in their eyes. One was tall and a bit lanky with auburn hair while the other was bulky and just a touch shorter with black hair. They murmured back and forth for a moment, laughing afterwards.

Opening the cell, they stepped inside and towards the bound nurse who recoiled some. "Please...don't..." she whispered to which she was backhanded harshly. "You do not speak to unless spoke to slut!" the raven haired man snapped.
 
((Is he bound? He was on the truck I think and I didn't see them remove his binds and it is rather important to know here.))

He growled softly at them but tried to waylay them from her, however he could. "Graf-Stauffen, Magnus Konrad, Major. Five-two-three-seven-four-two-two-oh-one." His name, rank, and identification number, those were the only things a soldier in wartime could give to the enemy. Anymore information was to risk treason.
 
(No, he's just cuffed to the wall. In the first post I wrote when they were put in the cell it said "...cuffed their wrists to the wall, removing the other bindings afterwards. " So, he's just shackled.)

Giselle cringed into the wall, her cheek and jaw inflammed from the harsh backhand she'd received. It felt like her whole face was on fire from the hit, her skin swelling slightly with a distinct handprint shaped bruise. Tears had welled in her eyes from the pain but she did not cry or whimper as they continued to stare down at her. Hearing the Major giving his rank and identification number surprised her, she did not think he would give in so easily to these Russian scum. "Mangus...don't...don't give in to them. I am not weak." she murmured quickly, which earned her another backhanding from the raven haired male.

The auburn haired man walked a bit closer to the Major but remained safely out of range. He was not stupid enough to allow the German to get the upperhand by attacking him.
 
"I'm not giving in. Not to them." He spat out. He shook his head and glared at the ones working her over. Magnus growled a bit and cracked his knuckles, not really wanting to fight, but just trying to bait them into working on him instead of her. "Big men huh? Have to pick on a little girl. Too afraid to mess with the wolf. I've got teeth you bastards."
 
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