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Love After a Time of Hate (Closed for Kiari03)
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Emil Dietmar snorted and shot phlegm from his mouth directly between the feet of the little girl in front of him. His crisp officers uniform, with gleaming brass and polished leather spoke just as plainly as they look on his face; he was in charge and knew it, "Look at me little girl." His voice was much less angry then the angry Lieutenant who had been screaming at her earlier, but it was much deeper and more sinister. He waited until her trembling chin poked up towards him before speaking again.
"Can you clean?"
"Da,"
"Can you cook?"
"A little," She replied.
"Good enough. Klaus," Emil nodded to his lieutenant who quickly grabbed the girl by her hair and hauled her into his automobile; dragging her muddy feet through the thick squelching brown. Once she was mostly inside he let go, and snapped smartly to attention at the door. "Good job Klaus," Emil was right behind the two of them, and pushed the girl across the seat against the door on the other side as he slid in next to her. Once Klaus shut the door, he began removing his gloves and placing them in the deep pockets of his trench coat. He then removed a cigarette and lit it, then proceeded to smoke with the window only cracked a bit.
Emil's profile was that of a hawk. His sharp nose and strong cheekbones were not as natural to the German people as his brilliant blue eyes and bleach blond hair. It was hidden underneath his cap, but there it was thicker then most officers and spiked with some liquid. Turning his head slowly his fierce eyes locked onto the girl. She didn't seem too frightened, yet. That was a good thing, it was never any fun to struggle in a car with a violent little girl. The thought passed his mind as the car lurched forward and they began to the short journey to the luxurious villa he had commandeered at the beginning of the war.
"What is your name?" He finally asked after staring at her for quite sometime.
"Can you clean?"
"Da,"
"Can you cook?"
"A little," She replied.
"Good enough. Klaus," Emil nodded to his lieutenant who quickly grabbed the girl by her hair and hauled her into his automobile; dragging her muddy feet through the thick squelching brown. Once she was mostly inside he let go, and snapped smartly to attention at the door. "Good job Klaus," Emil was right behind the two of them, and pushed the girl across the seat against the door on the other side as he slid in next to her. Once Klaus shut the door, he began removing his gloves and placing them in the deep pockets of his trench coat. He then removed a cigarette and lit it, then proceeded to smoke with the window only cracked a bit.
Emil's profile was that of a hawk. His sharp nose and strong cheekbones were not as natural to the German people as his brilliant blue eyes and bleach blond hair. It was hidden underneath his cap, but there it was thicker then most officers and spiked with some liquid. Turning his head slowly his fierce eyes locked onto the girl. She didn't seem too frightened, yet. That was a good thing, it was never any fun to struggle in a car with a violent little girl. The thought passed his mind as the car lurched forward and they began to the short journey to the luxurious villa he had commandeered at the beginning of the war.
"What is your name?" He finally asked after staring at her for quite sometime.
Ever since the beginning of the war she had been taught never to look into the eyes of an SS Officer, for they would certainly kill you, yet she was being ordered to. To afraid to cry, she answered his questions as his vision bore itself into hers. She was able to answer both questions truthfully and her answers had seemed to please them. She didn't cry out, but she did dig her heels into the mud as she was being drug by her hair to the Commander's car. "P-plea-" Before she could even get the word out she was inside of the car unable to move. She was stunned, how had this happened? Her parents stood with horror in their eyes, observing the scene. They knew better than to cry out at the injustice before them, but still, part of her resented them for their silence, for the silence of all of the people who were watching this happen.
Afraid to touch a man of such power she quickly retreated to the other side of the car as he made his way inside. Crossing her legs at the ankles and placing her hands neatly in her lap, she took silent breaths, in the vein hope that he would forget that she was there. Ester didn't want to have to look into his eyes again. She coughed lightly with her mouth closed as the smoke began to enter her throat and lungs. She had never been exposed to tobacco smoke before. And as sure as the sun would rise again tomorrow, he noticed and studied her for a long time, making her fidget and nervously glance up at him from time to time before she would continue to stare back down at her feet. Her body jolted slightly as he asked his question, "My name is Ester Green, sir. I am the daughter of a farmer named Isle Green and a milk maid named Isabelle Green, sir." Without his permission, she continued with as much information she could give him, "I have three brothers, I was born in Eastern Germany, I'm fifteen..." She continued until she eventually had to catch her breath and concluded with a "sir" at the end. Needless to say, she was terrified, but composed enough to know she would have to wait before making a move she might regret.
The car swiftly pulled into a gorgeous villa of about two stories, made of red brick, with a front yard and several large oak trees. Her heart quickened it's pace as the car came to a quick stop and the lieutenant quickly opened the door for his commanding officer with a brisk and sharp salute. Ester, unsure as to whether she should exist the car or not quickly followed behind the Commander, preferring not to have her hair pulled again for the day. However, as quickly as she stepped out of the car a German Shepherd took notice of her and ran towards her, teeth bared. With a scream, Ester jumped back into the car, safely away from the dog, but not from the two SS Officers who looked both amused and pissed about her cowardliness towards the Commander's pet.
Afraid to touch a man of such power she quickly retreated to the other side of the car as he made his way inside. Crossing her legs at the ankles and placing her hands neatly in her lap, she took silent breaths, in the vein hope that he would forget that she was there. Ester didn't want to have to look into his eyes again. She coughed lightly with her mouth closed as the smoke began to enter her throat and lungs. She had never been exposed to tobacco smoke before. And as sure as the sun would rise again tomorrow, he noticed and studied her for a long time, making her fidget and nervously glance up at him from time to time before she would continue to stare back down at her feet. Her body jolted slightly as he asked his question, "My name is Ester Green, sir. I am the daughter of a farmer named Isle Green and a milk maid named Isabelle Green, sir." Without his permission, she continued with as much information she could give him, "I have three brothers, I was born in Eastern Germany, I'm fifteen..." She continued until she eventually had to catch her breath and concluded with a "sir" at the end. Needless to say, she was terrified, but composed enough to know she would have to wait before making a move she might regret.
The car swiftly pulled into a gorgeous villa of about two stories, made of red brick, with a front yard and several large oak trees. Her heart quickened it's pace as the car came to a quick stop and the lieutenant quickly opened the door for his commanding officer with a brisk and sharp salute. Ester, unsure as to whether she should exist the car or not quickly followed behind the Commander, preferring not to have her hair pulled again for the day. However, as quickly as she stepped out of the car a German Shepherd took notice of her and ran towards her, teeth bared. With a scream, Ester jumped back into the car, safely away from the dog, but not from the two SS Officers who looked both amused and pissed about her cowardliness towards the Commander's pet.
"Ester..." The name amused him. Esther was the name of the biblical character who married a king to save her people, how very ironic. They would be doing everything but marrying, and it would not save her people if the Fuhrer had anything to say about it. The cigarette finished just before the trip, and Emil dabbed it against the back of his wrist before flicking the leftover butt into the ground as he stepped out and smothered it with his boot. He had only taken a single step when Rex; his massive German Shepard came tearing after the girl. "Heel Rex!" The dog immediately sat at his side and searched his hand for any treats, when he found none he went to licking his forearms. "Get out of the car," The mild annoyance in his voice was telling, he did not want to wait.
When she did not immediately obey Emil simply said, "Klaus." Before turning on his heel and ordering Max, "Follow."
As Emil and Max went on into the house Klaus snickered and reached into the car. He tugged Ester out by her leg until she landed flat on her rump in the mud. He gave her a second to scramble to her feet, which she did, or else she would have been dragged the entire way. "Follow," He said curtly as he marched after his Captain who was already inside the house removing his coat and hat.
Instead of going in the front door Klaus led Ester to the basement entrance and threw open the solid doors, Emil was waiting inside.
"Come in Ester. Good girl." The doors were slammed shut behind her and latched from the outside. There was very little to see in the damp basement. Some tables with their contents covered by blankets; none of them dusty, meaning they were used quite often. Off to the side was a door, in which was a small bedroom and inside it a bathroom. "Come closer." Emil said softly, beckoning with his hand.
He waited until she was within arm length before touching her chin and tilting her face up to his eyes, "This means I'm going to kill you. That's what they say, but I haven't yet, have I?" Her slight nod was enough of an acknowledgment that he continued, "You will live much longer then many others, as will your family, if you do what I say. You are going to cook, clean, and provide any services that I require. Do you understand?" Again, her nod was enough. "This is good..."
He paused, and then turned her around slowly. "Your dress is dirty, and your stockings too. Take them off." He stood back, crossing his hands behind his back and still watching her like a hawk, obviously he meant right in front of him.
When she did not immediately obey Emil simply said, "Klaus." Before turning on his heel and ordering Max, "Follow."
As Emil and Max went on into the house Klaus snickered and reached into the car. He tugged Ester out by her leg until she landed flat on her rump in the mud. He gave her a second to scramble to her feet, which she did, or else she would have been dragged the entire way. "Follow," He said curtly as he marched after his Captain who was already inside the house removing his coat and hat.
Instead of going in the front door Klaus led Ester to the basement entrance and threw open the solid doors, Emil was waiting inside.
"Come in Ester. Good girl." The doors were slammed shut behind her and latched from the outside. There was very little to see in the damp basement. Some tables with their contents covered by blankets; none of them dusty, meaning they were used quite often. Off to the side was a door, in which was a small bedroom and inside it a bathroom. "Come closer." Emil said softly, beckoning with his hand.
He waited until she was within arm length before touching her chin and tilting her face up to his eyes, "This means I'm going to kill you. That's what they say, but I haven't yet, have I?" Her slight nod was enough of an acknowledgment that he continued, "You will live much longer then many others, as will your family, if you do what I say. You are going to cook, clean, and provide any services that I require. Do you understand?" Again, her nod was enough. "This is good..."
He paused, and then turned her around slowly. "Your dress is dirty, and your stockings too. Take them off." He stood back, crossing his hands behind his back and still watching her like a hawk, obviously he meant right in front of him.
Ester cried out as the lieutenant roughly grabbed her leg and yanked her out of the car, his fingers digging into her flesh and creating bruises. Within an instant she was to her feet and following him to the back of the house. "Are they going to have me shot because I was afraid of that saber-toothed monster?" She questioned, remembering a rumor that had gone around school shortly before she arrived here. From what she understood, these dogs were trained to attack because of the star's of David they wore. Seeing these stars would drive the dogs insane and they would attack, but could be controlled by command. Little did she know, she was going to be trained in a similar manner, to follow command in an instant, without hesitation.
As they briskly came around to the back of the house, Ester was able to catch a glimpse at the work camp where her parents were. A pang shot through her body as tears welled in her eyes as she thought about their and her own fate. Klaus roughly swung open the basement doors and inside was the Commander beckoning her to enter of her own free will. She had heard that snakes could hypnotize their prey with just a look and she reflected that this was the kind of power that the Commander had over her. Stepping into the threshold of the basement the doors roughly slammed and bolted shut behind her. She jumped, but nothing else, no scream, no tears, she was determined to not be scared, for her parents. This basement allowed not sunlight, was cold, damp, and undoubtedly would be her living quarters during her stay here, however short that stay may be. Still he beckoned her to come closer and timidly, she did, staring back down at her muddy stockings. She understood and reflected on his questions, he had not killed her, yet, but was offering her a deal. If she could be good, do the chores, the cooking, and anything else he might ask of her, her family might be spared. That notion alone brought the tears briefly back into her eyes as she gave him another nod of agreement. For some reason, his praise, his kind hypnotizing voice, she liked it.
A blush automatically placed itself on Ester's cheeks as she considered the notion of undressing in front of a man. She hadn't since she was a little girl with her Papa giving her a bath. "Papa....mama...." It didn't take long for her to make her decision, she would follow these orders, for if she proved she couldn't here, the deal could be broken and her family could die today. With a trembling hand, she reached for her left stocking, bending down and slowly peeling it away from her leg. She then moved onto her right stocking, her hands shaking even more than before. She couldn't help it, tears had begun to slip down her cheeks as she looked back up and lifted her arms in the air. With her right hand she lifted her dress over her head and quickly off of her body. She was left to stand in a see through under shirt and underwear. Goosebumps traveled their way up her arms and down her legs as the chill of the basement and of his stare sunk into her skin. She was attractive for her age, a perky pair of small breasts, a small ass, a tight stomach, and milk white flesh. As he moved toward the table, she awaited his next orders, her heart violently pounding against her chest.
As they briskly came around to the back of the house, Ester was able to catch a glimpse at the work camp where her parents were. A pang shot through her body as tears welled in her eyes as she thought about their and her own fate. Klaus roughly swung open the basement doors and inside was the Commander beckoning her to enter of her own free will. She had heard that snakes could hypnotize their prey with just a look and she reflected that this was the kind of power that the Commander had over her. Stepping into the threshold of the basement the doors roughly slammed and bolted shut behind her. She jumped, but nothing else, no scream, no tears, she was determined to not be scared, for her parents. This basement allowed not sunlight, was cold, damp, and undoubtedly would be her living quarters during her stay here, however short that stay may be. Still he beckoned her to come closer and timidly, she did, staring back down at her muddy stockings. She understood and reflected on his questions, he had not killed her, yet, but was offering her a deal. If she could be good, do the chores, the cooking, and anything else he might ask of her, her family might be spared. That notion alone brought the tears briefly back into her eyes as she gave him another nod of agreement. For some reason, his praise, his kind hypnotizing voice, she liked it.
A blush automatically placed itself on Ester's cheeks as she considered the notion of undressing in front of a man. She hadn't since she was a little girl with her Papa giving her a bath. "Papa....mama...." It didn't take long for her to make her decision, she would follow these orders, for if she proved she couldn't here, the deal could be broken and her family could die today. With a trembling hand, she reached for her left stocking, bending down and slowly peeling it away from her leg. She then moved onto her right stocking, her hands shaking even more than before. She couldn't help it, tears had begun to slip down her cheeks as she looked back up and lifted her arms in the air. With her right hand she lifted her dress over her head and quickly off of her body. She was left to stand in a see through under shirt and underwear. Goosebumps traveled their way up her arms and down her legs as the chill of the basement and of his stare sunk into her skin. She was attractive for her age, a perky pair of small breasts, a small ass, a tight stomach, and milk white flesh. As he moved toward the table, she awaited his next orders, her heart violently pounding against her chest.
Emil would not settle for merely looking at Ester. Instead he drank in every bit of her white skin. Everything was white except for her cheeks which were crimson red, and those above all else made his trousers tight at that very moment. His shifting step went unnoticed, for he was already reaching underneath the blanket that had covered the table. He had thrown back just the corner and now he removed what looked like a short leather belt. It was in fact a collar. Along with it he grabbed a pair of leather cuffs with long strips of chain that hung from them. The cuffs he tossed to Ester.
"Put them on your wrists. Like bracelets." The chains did not connect to anything, yet. Her compliance was slow, but that was just her nerves.
He waited patiently for her to fit them before he again beckoned for her to come closer. He was now sitting upon a chair with the collar in his left hand. The right was busily undoing his fly and fishing out an erection of quite some size. Already there was a pearl of pre-cum on it. He held it carefully, reverently as it were, for he knew she would understand just how important it was. Her blushing got perhaps even darker as she spotted what he was holding, and of course that meant she failed to notice what was in his other hand.
"On your knees Ester." Emil waited until she was at eye level with his cock before opening his mouth to speak again, but she wasn't paying any attention to him. He waited until she finally noticed him watching her, "Ester what you do right now will go a long way to determining many things. Most important being the lives of your family. Listen carefully to my instructions. I want you to cross your arms behind your back and hold them there no matter what happens. You understand? Good."
Emil slid his left hand down so that it was lower then his cock, between his legs holding the collar, "Now this is the important part. You are to lean forwards until you can kiss my cock. Yes, that is what it is called. I want you to kiss it, and lick it, and suck it. Like hard candy. Do you understand? Good. Do it now." As she moved forward tentatively Emil readied the collar. It would fit perfectly, he knew it. Then as she sucked the chains from her wrists would clip softly into the back of the collar. He waited with bated breath as her warm lips moved closer and closer to his cock.
"Put them on your wrists. Like bracelets." The chains did not connect to anything, yet. Her compliance was slow, but that was just her nerves.
He waited patiently for her to fit them before he again beckoned for her to come closer. He was now sitting upon a chair with the collar in his left hand. The right was busily undoing his fly and fishing out an erection of quite some size. Already there was a pearl of pre-cum on it. He held it carefully, reverently as it were, for he knew she would understand just how important it was. Her blushing got perhaps even darker as she spotted what he was holding, and of course that meant she failed to notice what was in his other hand.
"On your knees Ester." Emil waited until she was at eye level with his cock before opening his mouth to speak again, but she wasn't paying any attention to him. He waited until she finally noticed him watching her, "Ester what you do right now will go a long way to determining many things. Most important being the lives of your family. Listen carefully to my instructions. I want you to cross your arms behind your back and hold them there no matter what happens. You understand? Good."
Emil slid his left hand down so that it was lower then his cock, between his legs holding the collar, "Now this is the important part. You are to lean forwards until you can kiss my cock. Yes, that is what it is called. I want you to kiss it, and lick it, and suck it. Like hard candy. Do you understand? Good. Do it now." As she moved forward tentatively Emil readied the collar. It would fit perfectly, he knew it. Then as she sucked the chains from her wrists would clip softly into the back of the collar. He waited with bated breath as her warm lips moved closer and closer to his cock.
Ester didn't know what she should do as she moved closer to him in a state of undress. Would God strike her down for being so close to a man like this, or would this man kill her and her family if she refused. Not understanding his request, she clumsily strapped her wrists inside of the cuffs and tightened them until they were snug. The chains didn't make sense to her, but then none of this did. Before she had time to question she noticed that he had taken a seat and was busily exposing a part of himself that she had never seen on a man before. Her face felt like it would burst into flames as she realized what he was showing her and more than anything she wanted to runaway, but she was too terrified to move. His order for her to sit on her knees was not a difficult order to follow, after all she already felt like fainting dead away. Her eyes were transfixed on what he held in his right hand, an extension of himself that seemed to be bulging out of his trousers. She wanted to look away, but somehow she couldn't. Nearly a minute passed with her staring at him until she realized that he was also staring at her, waiting to speak. Redirecting her attention she listened to his words with great reverence. She quickly placed her arms behind her back, determined that they would stay there no matter what.
His next statement confused her. "He wants me to do what to his what?" She thought, her confusion clear in her eyes. His analogy of candy however, made it clear, and she understood. He would derive some sort of pleasure from this, but something told her she wouldn't. Regardless, her future, and the future of her family depended on this. With that in mind, she gripped her hands into tight fists, leaning forward ever so slightly until her lips softly brushed against the tip of his cock, collecting some of the pre cum on her lips. Inching her way closer her kisses became more confident until they turned into licks, her small tongue stroking his head and long shaft. The more she was able to concentrate on keeping her hands securely behind her back and the more she was able to think of his cock as a piece of cherry flavored hard candy, the more she was able to please him it seemed. His groans and grunts urged her forward as she took the tip of his cock into her mouth and softly began to suck, careful to keep her teeth out of reach. With a good deal of force her head was pushed down almost forcing her to bring her arms from behind her back, but she stopped herself. A couple of coughs surely sent vibrations through his body and then she continued to suck his cock, her tongue gently pressing itself against him as she did.
His hands roughly began to massage her head, pushing up and down as she tried to focus. Then, with a sudden cry from the commanding officer, an explosion of white sticky cum erupted in her mouth, forcing her to pull back. She held her hands in place and swallowed the contents in her mouth before coughing violently from having done so. She hadn't realized it, but she was covered in sweat and there was something now tightly placed around her neck. Ester couldn't rise to her feet, she was exhausted from the day, and so she simply sat there as his cum dripped down her chin, waiting for him to catch his breath.
His next statement confused her. "He wants me to do what to his what?" She thought, her confusion clear in her eyes. His analogy of candy however, made it clear, and she understood. He would derive some sort of pleasure from this, but something told her she wouldn't. Regardless, her future, and the future of her family depended on this. With that in mind, she gripped her hands into tight fists, leaning forward ever so slightly until her lips softly brushed against the tip of his cock, collecting some of the pre cum on her lips. Inching her way closer her kisses became more confident until they turned into licks, her small tongue stroking his head and long shaft. The more she was able to concentrate on keeping her hands securely behind her back and the more she was able to think of his cock as a piece of cherry flavored hard candy, the more she was able to please him it seemed. His groans and grunts urged her forward as she took the tip of his cock into her mouth and softly began to suck, careful to keep her teeth out of reach. With a good deal of force her head was pushed down almost forcing her to bring her arms from behind her back, but she stopped herself. A couple of coughs surely sent vibrations through his body and then she continued to suck his cock, her tongue gently pressing itself against him as she did.
His hands roughly began to massage her head, pushing up and down as she tried to focus. Then, with a sudden cry from the commanding officer, an explosion of white sticky cum erupted in her mouth, forcing her to pull back. She held her hands in place and swallowed the contents in her mouth before coughing violently from having done so. She hadn't realized it, but she was covered in sweat and there was something now tightly placed around her neck. Ester couldn't rise to her feet, she was exhausted from the day, and so she simply sat there as his cum dripped down her chin, waiting for him to catch his breath.
Many of the men made jokes about the inadequacy of Jewish girls when it came to sexual favors. They far preferred their homegrown whores and sluts for the experience and motherly affection that a real German woman exuded. Emil could not disagree more. Not after this little Jew slut had made him climax so rapidly. Part of is was without a doubt his already worked up state of mind from staring at her so long and imaging the various filthy things he would be doing, but in reality that only had a little to do with it. She was, simply put, very good. Her warm little mouth worked hard and actively on his mushroom shaped head and even as he insistently pushed the back of her head down and caused her to choke and cough she managed to bring him off. It felt like nothing else. His toes had curled inside of his boots as he exploded into her mouth, if he was any less of man he was sure that he would have screamed out his delight like a faggot. Instead it was just a deep bark of pleasure that startled the girl into backing up and spilling his semen down her chin. The sight was just angelic.
Emil waited until his chest finished heaving and the sharp glint had returned to his eyes after dulling over with pleasure. He sat up and pulled Ester towards him briefly, to finish latching the chains to from her wrists to the back of her collar. He then pulled her to her feet, and stood himself while returning his cock into his britches.
"Follow me and do not say a word unless I ask you a question. Do you understand?" Her moment of hesitation was enough to produce a growl from Emil's chest. It was perhaps deeper then Max's. She quickly said yes. Emil smiled as a droplet of cum slipped out of slip and down her chin. "Clean this up," He said as he carefully scraped his own semen up and held it to her lips. "Next time if you spill any, you will be punished." She rapidly cleaned off his finger. He nodded curtly and led her across the room to another table; this one he simply flung the blanket off.
On the table laid an organized bunch of cleaning utensils, however they all had strange nobs, bulbs, and handles on them.
The nearest tool was a duster with a nob at the base of the handle and a strap hanging loosely off it. Emil took the handle and held the nob up to her mouth. It was thick rubber, and perfectly sized for her mouth, "Open." He fitted it and quickly latched the strap behind her head. "You will do this every day after breakfast. Myself or Klaus will fit you with tool, and only us. Follow me upstairs."
At the top of the stairs Emil pointed to the study with plenty of dusty books lying around, "Start in there, and do not return until you are finished." He watched as she walked unsteadily into the room, the see through under dress was sticking to her back from sweat and her panties clung to her tight ass. He almost broke down and fucked her right there on the spot, but luckily Klaus had paperwork ready for him to get started with. He took the pile and left, giving Klaus a knowing nod as he left. That meant Klaus was free to do as he wished with Ester, but he could not delay her long or do anything drastic, like fucking her at that moment.
The angry young lieutenant wasn't in the mood for a fuck really. Not at all. Instead he pounded into the study, grabbed Ester by her bound elbow and pulled her stomach first onto his knees as he sat in the large reading chair. She couldn't stop her fall, nor her breath as it left her. "You think it will be okay, don't you, Jew? You think the Commander will just make you do some naughty things, cook and clean, and your family will be safe." His laugh was full of pure hatred, "You're wrong. He hates Jews more then I do, and I cannot stand the site of you're rotten kind."
Without warning he slammed one of his powerful hands into her firm ass. The smack was loud and echoed slightly, but was quickly drowned by her screams. He smacked her again before leaning down to again whisper in her ear, "You think the Commander is not as angry because he is calm? Hah, just wait Jew. Just wait until you fuck up, you will fuck up, then you will wish you had never been born- oh, i see he has not taken what is his yet." At this point his fingers had slipped under her panties and he was testing her slit, but he quickly removed his hand. Then he began to spank her again, just because he could and it helped to release the fury that always built within him whenever he was around the disgusting Jews. He smacked her powerfully, again and again until she was sobbing. Then unceremoniously he pushed her off his lap and into a heap on the floor, "You better hurry. You do not wish to fail the Commander."
The sound of his thick boots echoed down the hallway as Klaus left her there on the floor.
Emil waited until his chest finished heaving and the sharp glint had returned to his eyes after dulling over with pleasure. He sat up and pulled Ester towards him briefly, to finish latching the chains to from her wrists to the back of her collar. He then pulled her to her feet, and stood himself while returning his cock into his britches.
"Follow me and do not say a word unless I ask you a question. Do you understand?" Her moment of hesitation was enough to produce a growl from Emil's chest. It was perhaps deeper then Max's. She quickly said yes. Emil smiled as a droplet of cum slipped out of slip and down her chin. "Clean this up," He said as he carefully scraped his own semen up and held it to her lips. "Next time if you spill any, you will be punished." She rapidly cleaned off his finger. He nodded curtly and led her across the room to another table; this one he simply flung the blanket off.
On the table laid an organized bunch of cleaning utensils, however they all had strange nobs, bulbs, and handles on them.
The nearest tool was a duster with a nob at the base of the handle and a strap hanging loosely off it. Emil took the handle and held the nob up to her mouth. It was thick rubber, and perfectly sized for her mouth, "Open." He fitted it and quickly latched the strap behind her head. "You will do this every day after breakfast. Myself or Klaus will fit you with tool, and only us. Follow me upstairs."
At the top of the stairs Emil pointed to the study with plenty of dusty books lying around, "Start in there, and do not return until you are finished." He watched as she walked unsteadily into the room, the see through under dress was sticking to her back from sweat and her panties clung to her tight ass. He almost broke down and fucked her right there on the spot, but luckily Klaus had paperwork ready for him to get started with. He took the pile and left, giving Klaus a knowing nod as he left. That meant Klaus was free to do as he wished with Ester, but he could not delay her long or do anything drastic, like fucking her at that moment.
The angry young lieutenant wasn't in the mood for a fuck really. Not at all. Instead he pounded into the study, grabbed Ester by her bound elbow and pulled her stomach first onto his knees as he sat in the large reading chair. She couldn't stop her fall, nor her breath as it left her. "You think it will be okay, don't you, Jew? You think the Commander will just make you do some naughty things, cook and clean, and your family will be safe." His laugh was full of pure hatred, "You're wrong. He hates Jews more then I do, and I cannot stand the site of you're rotten kind."
Without warning he slammed one of his powerful hands into her firm ass. The smack was loud and echoed slightly, but was quickly drowned by her screams. He smacked her again before leaning down to again whisper in her ear, "You think the Commander is not as angry because he is calm? Hah, just wait Jew. Just wait until you fuck up, you will fuck up, then you will wish you had never been born- oh, i see he has not taken what is his yet." At this point his fingers had slipped under her panties and he was testing her slit, but he quickly removed his hand. Then he began to spank her again, just because he could and it helped to release the fury that always built within him whenever he was around the disgusting Jews. He smacked her powerfully, again and again until she was sobbing. Then unceremoniously he pushed her off his lap and into a heap on the floor, "You better hurry. You do not wish to fail the Commander."
The sound of his thick boots echoed down the hallway as Klaus left her there on the floor.
This was the first sexual encounter Ester had ever experienced, but judging by the Commander's reaction she had done a satisfactory job. As the Commander continued to catch his breath, Ester tested the strength of the leather binding around her neck. It was strong and snug, but didn't cut off her oxygen. Ester continued to hold her arms in place as he pulled her forward, tightening the chains from her cuffs to the collar around her neck. At least now Ester could relax her arms without fear of them falling from behind her back, Ester had reflected. Her voice was taken away from her with a simple command not to speak unless asked to, making it all the more unexpected when he followed up his command with a question that had to be answered. "Yes sir." She quickly replied, anything to stop the sound of his growling that sent shivers of fear up her spine. She didn't even feel it as a warm small droplet of cum had escaped from her lips until it was collected by the Commander and his point was made clear. No more screw ups. Taking his finger into her mouth she quickly cleaned it off, creating a small smacking sound as his finger left her mouth.
Stepping in front of another table she observed familiar cleaning tools with unfamiliar nobs and shapes attached to the ends of them. She looked at them, wondering how many other girls had been forced use these tools this way and what had become of those girls since then. Before she had time to ponder any further, the command "open" forced her mouth to pop open in response and wait for the well fitted handle to be placed in her mouth. Biting down on the handle she felt that the fit wasn't bad. She didn't see how she could possibly be expected to clean this way, but was determined to try. Awkwardly, without the balance of her arms, she followed him upstairs and into a study filled with books in desperate need of some attention. As Ester unsteadily stumbled into the room she felt the eyes of the Commander boring into her her back, making her quickly learn how to use the duster. As she began on her first book, kneeling down to attend to it, her cleaning was abruptly interrupted by a rough set of hands pulling her off of her feet and into his stone solid knees. Ester cried out from the shock of such a sudden attack and from the pain of having lost her breath. Gasping, she tried to regain herself as she listened to his words.
His words, his laugh, they made her quiver in fear. She feared that no matter how hard she worked this would be a man that she could not please and therefor a direct threat to her life and the life of her family members. She felt tears of fury fill in her eyes as he spoke of "her rotten kind". None of them had asked for this, it was Hitler and the stupid SS Officers that were causing all of this. Her mama and papa had never hurt anyone and now look where they were. Before she could think on the matter anymore an eruption exploded on her ass sending echoes and her screams through the rooms. Again, with all of his fury, he connected his hand to her ass forcing her to scream louder than she ever had before. His words echoed in her mind, "I'll mess something up...is that what happened to the girl that once wore this? Is she now dead because she messed up?" But before she could solidify her thoughts she felt the touch of his fingers down in between her legs. She squirmed uncomfortably as she tried to get away but then his hand came down on her again and again and she suddenly realized the reason her hands were bound behind her back. She couldn't protect herself from him, she couldn't fight back. Her chest heaved with racking sobs as he smashed his hand into her ass one last time. Then, as she flopped onto the floor, she heard his parting words and the echo of his footsteps as he left.
Forcing herself to her knees, she continued to cry as she dusted each book as quickly and thoroughly as she could. By the time she finished fifteen minutes later she had learned that by flicking her tongue against the handle she could dust with more accuracy. Ester sniffled as she very slowly and carefully walked to the door to find the Commander. She knew that he was aware of the action taken against her, so she had to show as few tears as possible. She knew that she had to be brave. Ester found the basement stairs where the Commander had told her to return when she finished. Suddenly, around the corner came Max, though curious, he showed no malice towards her as she was not wearing the star. Rather he passed her by, surely to find something of more interest. Quick even steps came down the hall as she straightened up and sniffed back any remaining tears. She had dusted that room to the best of her ability and she was sure her work would reflect it or she would find out just how cruel the Commander could be.
Stepping in front of another table she observed familiar cleaning tools with unfamiliar nobs and shapes attached to the ends of them. She looked at them, wondering how many other girls had been forced use these tools this way and what had become of those girls since then. Before she had time to ponder any further, the command "open" forced her mouth to pop open in response and wait for the well fitted handle to be placed in her mouth. Biting down on the handle she felt that the fit wasn't bad. She didn't see how she could possibly be expected to clean this way, but was determined to try. Awkwardly, without the balance of her arms, she followed him upstairs and into a study filled with books in desperate need of some attention. As Ester unsteadily stumbled into the room she felt the eyes of the Commander boring into her her back, making her quickly learn how to use the duster. As she began on her first book, kneeling down to attend to it, her cleaning was abruptly interrupted by a rough set of hands pulling her off of her feet and into his stone solid knees. Ester cried out from the shock of such a sudden attack and from the pain of having lost her breath. Gasping, she tried to regain herself as she listened to his words.
His words, his laugh, they made her quiver in fear. She feared that no matter how hard she worked this would be a man that she could not please and therefor a direct threat to her life and the life of her family members. She felt tears of fury fill in her eyes as he spoke of "her rotten kind". None of them had asked for this, it was Hitler and the stupid SS Officers that were causing all of this. Her mama and papa had never hurt anyone and now look where they were. Before she could think on the matter anymore an eruption exploded on her ass sending echoes and her screams through the rooms. Again, with all of his fury, he connected his hand to her ass forcing her to scream louder than she ever had before. His words echoed in her mind, "I'll mess something up...is that what happened to the girl that once wore this? Is she now dead because she messed up?" But before she could solidify her thoughts she felt the touch of his fingers down in between her legs. She squirmed uncomfortably as she tried to get away but then his hand came down on her again and again and she suddenly realized the reason her hands were bound behind her back. She couldn't protect herself from him, she couldn't fight back. Her chest heaved with racking sobs as he smashed his hand into her ass one last time. Then, as she flopped onto the floor, she heard his parting words and the echo of his footsteps as he left.
Forcing herself to her knees, she continued to cry as she dusted each book as quickly and thoroughly as she could. By the time she finished fifteen minutes later she had learned that by flicking her tongue against the handle she could dust with more accuracy. Ester sniffled as she very slowly and carefully walked to the door to find the Commander. She knew that he was aware of the action taken against her, so she had to show as few tears as possible. She knew that she had to be brave. Ester found the basement stairs where the Commander had told her to return when she finished. Suddenly, around the corner came Max, though curious, he showed no malice towards her as she was not wearing the star. Rather he passed her by, surely to find something of more interest. Quick even steps came down the hall as she straightened up and sniffed back any remaining tears. She had dusted that room to the best of her ability and she was sure her work would reflect it or she would find out just how cruel the Commander could be.
Emil did not even bother to inspect the books. He had a sinister sixth sense that told him exactly what had occurred whenever he entered a situation like this. Either she tried or did not. Either she succeeded or fail. There was no real science to it, he just knew, it was his gift to the Third Reich. He stood to the side of Ester and leaned over until his soft breathing fell right into her ear and upon the nape of her neck, there he stood waiting for a reaction. It didn't take long until she was shivering out of fear, for these rats, these dogs, knew just like knew when they had done something wrong. Only. He also knew how to make them think whichever way he wanted. Finally he breathed into her ear, "Good girl."
Seconds later another command, "Follow." Emil stepped heavily down the stairs into the basement. At the table he removed her duster, and led her into the bedroom. Immediately as she entered he tossed her light teen body onto the bed and ripped the silk negligee down the middle. She was in an uncomfortable position on her back, but it forced her small breasts into the air where her nipples hardened almost instantly. Without any hesitation, like a bird of prey, Emil swooped in and latched his wet lips onto the soft lump on her breast. He could tell that he surprised her, as she started and gasped.
Like any real man he knew enough of the arts of pleasure to woo a real lady, and girls were even easier. Jew girls in particular. They were animals, having never felt a man's touch before they would do anything for it. Like Ester earlier, enjoying every second of her time sucking the candy. Emil drove his tongue over the hard nub as one of his hands ran up and down her flat tummy while the other pinched and rubbed at her opposite breast.
It did not take long for the gasp to come again; only this time it was softer and more pleasured. He continued to run his hand along her trembling tummy, each time dropping it lower and lower toward her sweaty panties. The taste of salt on her breasts and slickness upon her skin were enticing. It was like someone had poured oil over her entire teen body. The lust brought more hunger and Emil sucked hungrily on her breast before biting into it lightly, and squeezing at the exact same moment on the opposite hand as his free hand roamed between her thighs and ground the sticky panties into her crotch. Finally he stopped to breath upon her chest, under which her heart pounded relentlessly. He watched her confused and nervous face as color flooded it.
He began rubbing again in short bursts between her legs, then he licked from her breast all the way down to her belly button where he wiggled his tongue against her skin. Then there was a snap and he was standing. Holding her panties ripped in half. "Don't worry, I have plenty for you." He folded the dank ones into a little ball and pull another pair out of the nearby dresser, he slipped them carefully over her ankles and pulled them snugly against her ass which he rubbed appreciatively before moving his face over and above hers. "Open," She obeyed rapidly, and he immediately thrust the old pair inside of her mouth, then bound it with a short leather strap that wrapped around her head.
"Time for you to cook, but you can't with you hands like that."
Emil dislodged the chains from her throat in the back, only to move them in front of her body and reattach them there in the front to her collar. Then he led her back upstairs into the massive kitchen, "All ingredients are available. I'd like you to make pork, potatoes, and sauerkraut. Stop thinking about my tongue and my hands and get working. I am impatient when I am hungry." On a dime he turned, and left the kitchen. He had no worry of her escaping, their were guards, and Max wasn't very uptight inside, but anyone outside had to watch themselves. That was why he was smiling as he returned to his office, that and what he imagined was going through Ester's head at that very moment.
Seconds later another command, "Follow." Emil stepped heavily down the stairs into the basement. At the table he removed her duster, and led her into the bedroom. Immediately as she entered he tossed her light teen body onto the bed and ripped the silk negligee down the middle. She was in an uncomfortable position on her back, but it forced her small breasts into the air where her nipples hardened almost instantly. Without any hesitation, like a bird of prey, Emil swooped in and latched his wet lips onto the soft lump on her breast. He could tell that he surprised her, as she started and gasped.
Like any real man he knew enough of the arts of pleasure to woo a real lady, and girls were even easier. Jew girls in particular. They were animals, having never felt a man's touch before they would do anything for it. Like Ester earlier, enjoying every second of her time sucking the candy. Emil drove his tongue over the hard nub as one of his hands ran up and down her flat tummy while the other pinched and rubbed at her opposite breast.
It did not take long for the gasp to come again; only this time it was softer and more pleasured. He continued to run his hand along her trembling tummy, each time dropping it lower and lower toward her sweaty panties. The taste of salt on her breasts and slickness upon her skin were enticing. It was like someone had poured oil over her entire teen body. The lust brought more hunger and Emil sucked hungrily on her breast before biting into it lightly, and squeezing at the exact same moment on the opposite hand as his free hand roamed between her thighs and ground the sticky panties into her crotch. Finally he stopped to breath upon her chest, under which her heart pounded relentlessly. He watched her confused and nervous face as color flooded it.
He began rubbing again in short bursts between her legs, then he licked from her breast all the way down to her belly button where he wiggled his tongue against her skin. Then there was a snap and he was standing. Holding her panties ripped in half. "Don't worry, I have plenty for you." He folded the dank ones into a little ball and pull another pair out of the nearby dresser, he slipped them carefully over her ankles and pulled them snugly against her ass which he rubbed appreciatively before moving his face over and above hers. "Open," She obeyed rapidly, and he immediately thrust the old pair inside of her mouth, then bound it with a short leather strap that wrapped around her head.
"Time for you to cook, but you can't with you hands like that."
Emil dislodged the chains from her throat in the back, only to move them in front of her body and reattach them there in the front to her collar. Then he led her back upstairs into the massive kitchen, "All ingredients are available. I'd like you to make pork, potatoes, and sauerkraut. Stop thinking about my tongue and my hands and get working. I am impatient when I am hungry." On a dime he turned, and left the kitchen. He had no worry of her escaping, their were guards, and Max wasn't very uptight inside, but anyone outside had to watch themselves. That was why he was smiling as he returned to his office, that and what he imagined was going through Ester's head at that very moment.
Ester didn't understand...he wasn't going to look at the books? Instead, all of his attention seemed focused on her, his eyes painfully boring into her body as if to see what she had done just a few minutes ago through her memories. "Is he going to beat me? If he is I wish he would just do it...I can't stand it!" Ester began to second guess her work, could she have done a better job? She thought as her entire body began shivering as he leaned in closer, releasing his breath in her ear, tickling it, and whispering the words she wanted to hear 'good girl'. Obeying his command, she followed awkwardly behind him and tried to mentally prepare herself for whatever was to happen next. She was happy to have the duster removed, not because that it had been uncomfortable, but because it had stifled her ability to speak, beg, if she needed to. However, before anymore could be said or done she felt a powerful push from the Commander that threw her onto the bed. She looked down to see that her negligee was completely torn down the middle, fully exposing her breasts to him. Her fists dove themselves into her back forcing her to arch her chest uncomfortably high.
However, comfort was the least of her concerns as she felt his body straddling hers, his lips attaching themselves to her nipples forcing her to arch her back even more and gasp at the unexpected pleasure that erupted within herself. She had anticipated being beaten, thus creating all the more shock to her body as his hands gently rubbed themselves against her other nipple and her belly. There was a sensation of wet heat growing in between her legs, making her gasp and groan in response to his actions. Biting down on her lower lip, she moaned as his teeth and fingers gently tugged on one of the most sensitive parts of her young body. She was conflicted on the inside as he proceeded to lick her across the belly, forcing a moan to escape her lips. Ester was terrified of this man's touch and yet, for now at least, she couldn't get enough of him. She was no longer reacting solely because the Commander was expecting her to, she was reacting because her body was screaming on the inside as his hand grazed the inside of her left thigh and began to roughly rub her. Once again his eyes had power over her and in that instant she felt ashamed for her reaction to his touch. Forcing herself to look away from his eyes she didn't respond again until the felt the cool basement air race against her exposed mound, only deepening her crimson face.
She was now completely exposed to him and anyone who might come down the stairs at that instant, but covering herself up was far from her thoughts as she stared at him, holding her damp, ruined panties. She was positive that he would now force his cock into her with little protest from her body at the moment, but instead he gently pulled another pair of dry panties onto her body, covering up her quivering mound. Ester was now frustrated, if she could have, she would have begged for him to continue. However, she didn't dare open her mouth until she was commanded and even then it was only to have her salty panties rammed in. Ester coughed from the shock of such a salty taste that had nearly been thrust down her throat.
"Cook?" She thought, that being furthest from her mind at this moment. Coming from out of the haze of pleasure that had blinded her only a moment ago she stood shakily to her feet as he readjusted her chains to allow her to use her hands. Her eyes filled with tears as she realized what had just happened, she had willingly allowed him to touch her where no man had been permitted to touch before. Worse yet, she would have begged for him to continue if she had been allowed the opportunity. "Pork, potatoes, sauerkraut" she repeated the items in her mind over and over as she went to the ice box, allowing herself to stand in front of the open door for a few moments before removing the pork cutlets. She went about the process of preparing boiling water for the potatoes, the vegetables for the sauerkraut, and the skillet for the meat as she knew this process would take the longest.
As she began to cut up the vegetables she found herself staring at the carving knife in her right hand. Tears flooded down her face as she considered this an opportunity to end her suffering, but then where would that leave her family? "No, I have to be strong." She reminded herself before continuing with her culinary attempt. The sauerkraut would need to spend as much time in the ice box as the potatoes would need to in the boiling water. As she waited for the skillet that she would cook the meat with to warm up, she reminisced on his gently forceful touch, moaning into her panties as a wave of heat crashed against her once again.
Shaking her head she continued to focus on the meal to the best of her ability, sighing in relief when she finished within the hour. Making plates for both Klaus and the Commander she hadn't bothered to make enough for herself, having heard that an SS Officer would surely starve her rather than feed her. It would be too stressful for her to have made enough food for herself and not be allowed to eat it. Rather, she would rummage through the trash bin later or eat some of the ingredients that went into the meal when she had the opportunity. Right now she couldn't even sneak a bite with her own panties blocking the way. Before she could go find the Commander to inform him that his dinner was prepared with gestures and nods her heart sank as she ran into none other than Klaus who had come to check on her progress. Backing away from him hurriedly, she reflected just how many weapons were in this room that she had touched and the fact that that she was he could see her breasts. Blushing, she covered her hands over her chest, her heart thumping as she tried to think of a way to protect herself. She was angry, she had done all that they had asked and she was sure to be beaten as thanks. Now, instead of staring down at her feet, she glared neither at herself nor at him, but rather straight ahead. Tensing her body with a deep breath, she waited for what was to come next.
However, comfort was the least of her concerns as she felt his body straddling hers, his lips attaching themselves to her nipples forcing her to arch her back even more and gasp at the unexpected pleasure that erupted within herself. She had anticipated being beaten, thus creating all the more shock to her body as his hands gently rubbed themselves against her other nipple and her belly. There was a sensation of wet heat growing in between her legs, making her gasp and groan in response to his actions. Biting down on her lower lip, she moaned as his teeth and fingers gently tugged on one of the most sensitive parts of her young body. She was conflicted on the inside as he proceeded to lick her across the belly, forcing a moan to escape her lips. Ester was terrified of this man's touch and yet, for now at least, she couldn't get enough of him. She was no longer reacting solely because the Commander was expecting her to, she was reacting because her body was screaming on the inside as his hand grazed the inside of her left thigh and began to roughly rub her. Once again his eyes had power over her and in that instant she felt ashamed for her reaction to his touch. Forcing herself to look away from his eyes she didn't respond again until the felt the cool basement air race against her exposed mound, only deepening her crimson face.
She was now completely exposed to him and anyone who might come down the stairs at that instant, but covering herself up was far from her thoughts as she stared at him, holding her damp, ruined panties. She was positive that he would now force his cock into her with little protest from her body at the moment, but instead he gently pulled another pair of dry panties onto her body, covering up her quivering mound. Ester was now frustrated, if she could have, she would have begged for him to continue. However, she didn't dare open her mouth until she was commanded and even then it was only to have her salty panties rammed in. Ester coughed from the shock of such a salty taste that had nearly been thrust down her throat.
"Cook?" She thought, that being furthest from her mind at this moment. Coming from out of the haze of pleasure that had blinded her only a moment ago she stood shakily to her feet as he readjusted her chains to allow her to use her hands. Her eyes filled with tears as she realized what had just happened, she had willingly allowed him to touch her where no man had been permitted to touch before. Worse yet, she would have begged for him to continue if she had been allowed the opportunity. "Pork, potatoes, sauerkraut" she repeated the items in her mind over and over as she went to the ice box, allowing herself to stand in front of the open door for a few moments before removing the pork cutlets. She went about the process of preparing boiling water for the potatoes, the vegetables for the sauerkraut, and the skillet for the meat as she knew this process would take the longest.
As she began to cut up the vegetables she found herself staring at the carving knife in her right hand. Tears flooded down her face as she considered this an opportunity to end her suffering, but then where would that leave her family? "No, I have to be strong." She reminded herself before continuing with her culinary attempt. The sauerkraut would need to spend as much time in the ice box as the potatoes would need to in the boiling water. As she waited for the skillet that she would cook the meat with to warm up, she reminisced on his gently forceful touch, moaning into her panties as a wave of heat crashed against her once again.
Shaking her head she continued to focus on the meal to the best of her ability, sighing in relief when she finished within the hour. Making plates for both Klaus and the Commander she hadn't bothered to make enough for herself, having heard that an SS Officer would surely starve her rather than feed her. It would be too stressful for her to have made enough food for herself and not be allowed to eat it. Rather, she would rummage through the trash bin later or eat some of the ingredients that went into the meal when she had the opportunity. Right now she couldn't even sneak a bite with her own panties blocking the way. Before she could go find the Commander to inform him that his dinner was prepared with gestures and nods her heart sank as she ran into none other than Klaus who had come to check on her progress. Backing away from him hurriedly, she reflected just how many weapons were in this room that she had touched and the fact that that she was he could see her breasts. Blushing, she covered her hands over her chest, her heart thumping as she tried to think of a way to protect herself. She was angry, she had done all that they had asked and she was sure to be beaten as thanks. Now, instead of staring down at her feet, she glared neither at herself nor at him, but rather straight ahead. Tensing her body with a deep breath, she waited for what was to come next.
Klaus was surprised at how good everything smelled. Of course he made no mention of it, in fact it made him even angrier to find that the meat was well cooked, the vegetables not over or under cooked, and the potatoes were the perfect consistency. She had even cleaned up after herself. The Commander would like all of this, and for some sick reason Klaus wanted to see the girl hurt. The awesome raw power that Commander Emil displayed when he was angry was what had first pulled Klaus to his services like a magnet, or a moth to the flame. Power was something Klaus desired about all else, and it showed in his eyes: he had no power over Ester at that moment, since she had done everything right and just as his mind was about conjure up some excuse Emil walked in.
"This smells good. Klaus put her in her place," Emil had a brusque way of speaking that some would assume was simple dismissal, but it was in fact quite poignant because of how lightly he treated everything. Including death. There had been many times where he had simply shot a prisoner and made no bones about it, and there was even rumor that he had shot his own men for not doing their job.
He waited by the head of the table as Klaus smirked his way over to Ester's side. He led her to the head of the table as well, and pushed down from the top of her head until she was kneeling. "Go beneath," He said as he removed the chains from throat and clipped them to the sides of the table. There was a cushion for her knees since her hands were kept up in the air. Klaus stood back and let Emil set down as he went to fetch the food from the counter.
As Emil sat down Ester would realize immediately what was going to occur. It was quite easy for her head to again reach his crotch, and she would be in perfect position for him to feed any scraps to, or kick if she had done something wrong. As it was, he did nothing as he began to eat and left her hanging there in that difficult position. Three-quarters of the way through his meal however he sat back and reached down to unzip his fly, once again the head of his cock was glistening with pre-cum and the entire thing was erect and bobbing in the air. His voice floated lazily underneath the table, "You know what to do. I know you do."
As she began to suck she had to ear the sound of Max's claws on the tile floor, then the sound of him eating scraps that Emil was tossing from his plate and Klaus was adding to. She was beneath this animal on the food chain, far beneath it, but at least Max left her well enough alone in her very precarious position. It did not take long before Emil deposited his load in her mouth. He could tell she had sucked it all down and with a satisfied grunt he stood up and replaced his cock in his pants. "Klaus will finish giving you your meal," He stated before calling Max and leaving.
It wasn't more then five seconds later that Klaus's face appeared in front of Esters with a sick smile upon it. He grabbed her hair and pulled her out from underneath the solid oak, then flipped her onto the table that he had cleared. She was lying on her stomach, and her chains were still trapped beneath the table. Klaus took her feet, and using his belt, secured her ankles to the opposite end of the table, then he once again came to the head. His fly was open, and his cock was out, hard, and red. He yanked on her hair, bending her head back, then his other hand pried her jaw open and held it open as he placed the head of cock against her mouth and pushed. The angle was perfect and he shot straight down into her throat. Without wasting a second he began thrusting firmly in and out, in and out, fucking her tight little throat without any thought for her face or need to breathe.
"This smells good. Klaus put her in her place," Emil had a brusque way of speaking that some would assume was simple dismissal, but it was in fact quite poignant because of how lightly he treated everything. Including death. There had been many times where he had simply shot a prisoner and made no bones about it, and there was even rumor that he had shot his own men for not doing their job.
He waited by the head of the table as Klaus smirked his way over to Ester's side. He led her to the head of the table as well, and pushed down from the top of her head until she was kneeling. "Go beneath," He said as he removed the chains from throat and clipped them to the sides of the table. There was a cushion for her knees since her hands were kept up in the air. Klaus stood back and let Emil set down as he went to fetch the food from the counter.
As Emil sat down Ester would realize immediately what was going to occur. It was quite easy for her head to again reach his crotch, and she would be in perfect position for him to feed any scraps to, or kick if she had done something wrong. As it was, he did nothing as he began to eat and left her hanging there in that difficult position. Three-quarters of the way through his meal however he sat back and reached down to unzip his fly, once again the head of his cock was glistening with pre-cum and the entire thing was erect and bobbing in the air. His voice floated lazily underneath the table, "You know what to do. I know you do."
As she began to suck she had to ear the sound of Max's claws on the tile floor, then the sound of him eating scraps that Emil was tossing from his plate and Klaus was adding to. She was beneath this animal on the food chain, far beneath it, but at least Max left her well enough alone in her very precarious position. It did not take long before Emil deposited his load in her mouth. He could tell she had sucked it all down and with a satisfied grunt he stood up and replaced his cock in his pants. "Klaus will finish giving you your meal," He stated before calling Max and leaving.
It wasn't more then five seconds later that Klaus's face appeared in front of Esters with a sick smile upon it. He grabbed her hair and pulled her out from underneath the solid oak, then flipped her onto the table that he had cleared. She was lying on her stomach, and her chains were still trapped beneath the table. Klaus took her feet, and using his belt, secured her ankles to the opposite end of the table, then he once again came to the head. His fly was open, and his cock was out, hard, and red. He yanked on her hair, bending her head back, then his other hand pried her jaw open and held it open as he placed the head of cock against her mouth and pushed. The angle was perfect and he shot straight down into her throat. Without wasting a second he began thrusting firmly in and out, in and out, fucking her tight little throat without any thought for her face or need to breathe.
Before anything could transpire between Ester and Klaus, thankfully the Commander walked into the room. It was obvious to her that Klaus was afraid of the Commander and she understood why. At least while he was around, she believed that she was safe from Klaus. She looked around confused as the Commander commented on sending her to her place. She had thought that she would simply leave the room while they enjoyed the dinner she had made. "I can't possibly be given a chair in a Nazi Commander's home...what does this mean?" She wondered. However, with Klaus's hand clamped around her neck and pushing her down to her knees with little resistance, she soon understood. Kneeling on the small purple pillow she felt her arms being cinched up uncomfortably high above her head. There she sat in silence as she heard the angelic sounds of silverware clanking against plates and the chewing of food. A couple of times Ester's stomach growled in protest, but she tried to silence it before she was noticed by thinking of something repulsive, like that dog, Max.
Just when Ester thought that the meal was coming to an end and she would soon be released and permitted to sleep she caught sight of the Commander unzipping his fly and his familiar cock sticking out towards her, begging to be pleased. His words only affirmed what she knew and so she leaned in, softly releasing a sigh against his erection and continued to believe that he was a piece of candy. Rage enveloped her as she heard the sound of Max greedily eating the left overs that his owners were tossing to him as if she weren't even there. Her arms were shaking with anger, but she didn't let it interfere with her work, she had to continue to please the Commander. Before she had realized it she was once again swallowing his load down her throat, this time successfully doing so without losing a drop. She believed that she had done a satisfactory job, however, his actions didn't reflect it, she was to be left alone with Klaus. Her heart began to race as she pulled on her chains, his face a mere inch from hers with a sickening smile.
Before she had time to react further she was face down on the dining room table trying to catch the wind that had been forcibly knocked out of her. She felt him around her legs and whimpered in fear as he fastened her painfully down to the table. "Please don't...I'm sor-" She was cut off by a sharp pull on her hair that made her grit her teeth to prevent screaming. In Ester's face was Klaus's cock and she looked away in disgust. She wasn't going to make doing this easy for him, that much she was certain of. To her surprise however, he didn't need to expend too much energy wedging her mouth open and the rest was as simple as a hip thrust. His hand remained clamped on the outside of her jaw to keep her from biting, no doubt, as he brutally pushed in and out. She had not been given the chance to catch her breath from her rough landing on the table and now she felt that she might never get it back. Panicked tears raced down her face as he thrusted his head back in the ecstasy of fucking her throat. Ester gurgled, gagged, and screamed against him, but nothing seemed to turn him off. Almost a minute and a half later she noticed her vision was becoming blurry, she had not been getting enough oxygen to sustain consciousness. Ester let out a soft whimper as her hands, which had, up until now, been gripping the edges of the table, were loosening their grip. In the vein hope that he would stop, or at least be finished now, Ester looked up to meet the menacing eyes of Klaus. "Just stay awake..." She repeated this phrase to herself three or four times until he finally came down her throat. She was able to swallow his load, if only just, but the rest of her body was limp as she slipped out of consciousness. Ester's angelic face lay to the side on the table as her breaths seem to come deeply and unevenly. She was beyond the point of exhaustion as she had lost her family, been raped, cooked, cleaned, had not been fed, and had been teased, all within a twenty four hour period. The most merciful thing her body could do for her at this point was to prevent her from waking up as a conversation took place over her head.
Ester didn't know how, but somehow she woke up in the bed in the basement. At first, Ester didn't want to open her eyes, she just wanted to reflect on what she could remember. What scared her most was what she couldn't remember. Did the Commander know she had passed out? Would she be punished for it? Had Klaus done anything else to her? Opening her eyes, Ester allowed her vision to adjust to the dim light within her tiny room. There was the figure of a man to her right, but she couldn't tell if it was the Commander or if it was Klaus. She heard a command being barked and as quickly as she could, she stood up, but the figure had left the room. Had she imagined it? Did she miss an order? Should she ask him to repeat? All of these questions spun around in her disoriented head as she contemplated the consequences for each scenario. Ester weakly came up the stairs looking a mess. Her hair was plastered to her left cheek, her face was covered in tear marks, and she had bruises on several places including her legs and back. Ester couldn't hear anyone, but there was nothing too unusual about that. After seeing what time it was, Ester decided that she had better make breakfast for the Commander and Klaus.
She decided she would do something simple, scrambled eggs, sausage links, and biscuits. The whole process took her about an hour, but by the time she was finished fixing their plates and cleaning she still wasn't sure if she had actually heard an order being given to her. Risking the threat of a beating or of another night with Klaus, she swiftly stuffed an extra sausage link down her throat, almost swallowing it whole. She was careful to wipe her now greasy lips with the back of her arm as she heard sound of boots approaching the kitchen. She would now find out if she was in trouble for last night and if she had truly heard an order being barked at her this morning.
Just when Ester thought that the meal was coming to an end and she would soon be released and permitted to sleep she caught sight of the Commander unzipping his fly and his familiar cock sticking out towards her, begging to be pleased. His words only affirmed what she knew and so she leaned in, softly releasing a sigh against his erection and continued to believe that he was a piece of candy. Rage enveloped her as she heard the sound of Max greedily eating the left overs that his owners were tossing to him as if she weren't even there. Her arms were shaking with anger, but she didn't let it interfere with her work, she had to continue to please the Commander. Before she had realized it she was once again swallowing his load down her throat, this time successfully doing so without losing a drop. She believed that she had done a satisfactory job, however, his actions didn't reflect it, she was to be left alone with Klaus. Her heart began to race as she pulled on her chains, his face a mere inch from hers with a sickening smile.
Before she had time to react further she was face down on the dining room table trying to catch the wind that had been forcibly knocked out of her. She felt him around her legs and whimpered in fear as he fastened her painfully down to the table. "Please don't...I'm sor-" She was cut off by a sharp pull on her hair that made her grit her teeth to prevent screaming. In Ester's face was Klaus's cock and she looked away in disgust. She wasn't going to make doing this easy for him, that much she was certain of. To her surprise however, he didn't need to expend too much energy wedging her mouth open and the rest was as simple as a hip thrust. His hand remained clamped on the outside of her jaw to keep her from biting, no doubt, as he brutally pushed in and out. She had not been given the chance to catch her breath from her rough landing on the table and now she felt that she might never get it back. Panicked tears raced down her face as he thrusted his head back in the ecstasy of fucking her throat. Ester gurgled, gagged, and screamed against him, but nothing seemed to turn him off. Almost a minute and a half later she noticed her vision was becoming blurry, she had not been getting enough oxygen to sustain consciousness. Ester let out a soft whimper as her hands, which had, up until now, been gripping the edges of the table, were loosening their grip. In the vein hope that he would stop, or at least be finished now, Ester looked up to meet the menacing eyes of Klaus. "Just stay awake..." She repeated this phrase to herself three or four times until he finally came down her throat. She was able to swallow his load, if only just, but the rest of her body was limp as she slipped out of consciousness. Ester's angelic face lay to the side on the table as her breaths seem to come deeply and unevenly. She was beyond the point of exhaustion as she had lost her family, been raped, cooked, cleaned, had not been fed, and had been teased, all within a twenty four hour period. The most merciful thing her body could do for her at this point was to prevent her from waking up as a conversation took place over her head.
Ester didn't know how, but somehow she woke up in the bed in the basement. At first, Ester didn't want to open her eyes, she just wanted to reflect on what she could remember. What scared her most was what she couldn't remember. Did the Commander know she had passed out? Would she be punished for it? Had Klaus done anything else to her? Opening her eyes, Ester allowed her vision to adjust to the dim light within her tiny room. There was the figure of a man to her right, but she couldn't tell if it was the Commander or if it was Klaus. She heard a command being barked and as quickly as she could, she stood up, but the figure had left the room. Had she imagined it? Did she miss an order? Should she ask him to repeat? All of these questions spun around in her disoriented head as she contemplated the consequences for each scenario. Ester weakly came up the stairs looking a mess. Her hair was plastered to her left cheek, her face was covered in tear marks, and she had bruises on several places including her legs and back. Ester couldn't hear anyone, but there was nothing too unusual about that. After seeing what time it was, Ester decided that she had better make breakfast for the Commander and Klaus.
She decided she would do something simple, scrambled eggs, sausage links, and biscuits. The whole process took her about an hour, but by the time she was finished fixing their plates and cleaning she still wasn't sure if she had actually heard an order being given to her. Risking the threat of a beating or of another night with Klaus, she swiftly stuffed an extra sausage link down her throat, almost swallowing it whole. She was careful to wipe her now greasy lips with the back of her arm as she heard sound of boots approaching the kitchen. She would now find out if she was in trouble for last night and if she had truly heard an order being barked at her this morning.
Klaus entered the room and looked quizzically at the food on the counter, "What is this?" He snarled angrily. He had been the won to wake her up and the order he'd given had nothing to do with food; she was supposed to have drawn Emil a bath. Once the anger had cooled, just a bit, he smiled smugly at her frightened face. "You lazy Jew, breakfast was three hours ago! The Commander wants his bath. Of course this means he won't get it... Or maybe he will, in your brothers blood. Ha, is that making you cry? What a weak, lazy, dumb little bitch. Come with me. You will be the one who greets him in the empty bathroom." Roughly he snatched her hand and led her through the winding hallways of the massive house. Rich marble lined the walls and walkways, beautifully ornate doors closed off rooms or were left part ways open revealing massive rooms decorated with skins and animal heads. Finally they arrived in the master bedroom. A huge tub dominated the room from it's position by the window, it could easily fit eight or ten people in it. There was a shower and smaller tub off to either side, and on either side of the door where they entered were massive closets filled with towels, the sliding mirror doors of which were closed only halfway at the moment.
With a powerful pull he pushed her into the room, and as she flew passed he stuck his foot out and caught her thin ankle. She slid into the room fittingly. "Enjoy yourself, my dear." The hatred in his words echoed around the room like the sound of the door slamming shut.
Almost immediately after that door closed a door to the side, from the Master bedroom, opened up revealing Emil in a robe and boxers. He was reading a newspaper and stopped just as his door shut behind him. "Oh, what's this?" He asked, while looking up and around. Most directly at the tub, but then to Ester's mostly nude form lying sprawled on the ground. He frowned and folded his paper.
"You know I'm sure Klaus did something to trip you up, but I tolerate him because he has many friends in higher positions then me, and that is good for me because of my... Well my treatment of your kind. He is an insurance policy... That!" His voice rang sharply, "Is no excuse for not drawing my bath, three hours ago!"
After the first word his voice had softened to it's general menacing. His voice never cracked or shrilled, for he was much to calm to allow this to happen. The paper was rolled up quickly in his hands. "Kneel over the tub, good girl," Emil flicked the faucet on and tested the water with hand for a second as the other rested on her stomach, pressing it into the edge of the tub. Once he was satisfied with the temperature he leaned back, but continued to hold her in place with his hand only now it was on her tight little ass. He rubbed it rather gently before raising the newspaper above his head and bringing it down firmly on her pantie clad ass. First one tight cheek, then the other. He didn't count, "Spread your legs Ester." He commanded in a low voice, as soon as she did he trapped on leg against the tub with his knee and brought the newspaper down on the soft inside of her thigh. He hit her all the way down to her knee, before coming back up to her panties and smacking across both cheeks several more times. Then the paper fell to the floor and both of his incredibly strong hands began to massage her aching muscles.
He looked over the tub and saw that the water was just beginning to reach her face. Without a noise he leaned over and pushed the back of her head until her face disappeared below the hot water. It wasn't scalding, but it rapidly turned her face red. At the same time his other hand held her ass and pressed it firmly against the tub, disallowing any leverage at all for her to escape. Not even when she placed her hands against the tubs bottom and pushed upwards with all her might; he was simply too strong and too large.
He held her there until she was beginning to spasm from the lack of air.
Then with one move he let her go sprawling back onto the tiled floor. He soaked head of hair and gasping face were perfect when matched with her tiny chest and shuddering midsection. "You're going to wash me," He spoke plainly, "And after how long you made me wait it had better be very pleasant." As he removed his clothes and entered the water he added casually, "One tip to accomplish that would be to try your best not to use your hands, anywhere, on my body. While you are in the water, you might want to clean yourself. You stink like a Jew and if Max gets a good whiff of you he may take your precious virginity before I ever have the chance." Once finished speaking, Emil casually reached for his paper and unfolded it, pressing out the creases against the side of the tub and flipping it open to read once again. He waited patiently; understanding that what he had just put Ester through was not too easy to recover from.
With a powerful pull he pushed her into the room, and as she flew passed he stuck his foot out and caught her thin ankle. She slid into the room fittingly. "Enjoy yourself, my dear." The hatred in his words echoed around the room like the sound of the door slamming shut.
Almost immediately after that door closed a door to the side, from the Master bedroom, opened up revealing Emil in a robe and boxers. He was reading a newspaper and stopped just as his door shut behind him. "Oh, what's this?" He asked, while looking up and around. Most directly at the tub, but then to Ester's mostly nude form lying sprawled on the ground. He frowned and folded his paper.
"You know I'm sure Klaus did something to trip you up, but I tolerate him because he has many friends in higher positions then me, and that is good for me because of my... Well my treatment of your kind. He is an insurance policy... That!" His voice rang sharply, "Is no excuse for not drawing my bath, three hours ago!"
After the first word his voice had softened to it's general menacing. His voice never cracked or shrilled, for he was much to calm to allow this to happen. The paper was rolled up quickly in his hands. "Kneel over the tub, good girl," Emil flicked the faucet on and tested the water with hand for a second as the other rested on her stomach, pressing it into the edge of the tub. Once he was satisfied with the temperature he leaned back, but continued to hold her in place with his hand only now it was on her tight little ass. He rubbed it rather gently before raising the newspaper above his head and bringing it down firmly on her pantie clad ass. First one tight cheek, then the other. He didn't count, "Spread your legs Ester." He commanded in a low voice, as soon as she did he trapped on leg against the tub with his knee and brought the newspaper down on the soft inside of her thigh. He hit her all the way down to her knee, before coming back up to her panties and smacking across both cheeks several more times. Then the paper fell to the floor and both of his incredibly strong hands began to massage her aching muscles.
He looked over the tub and saw that the water was just beginning to reach her face. Without a noise he leaned over and pushed the back of her head until her face disappeared below the hot water. It wasn't scalding, but it rapidly turned her face red. At the same time his other hand held her ass and pressed it firmly against the tub, disallowing any leverage at all for her to escape. Not even when she placed her hands against the tubs bottom and pushed upwards with all her might; he was simply too strong and too large.
He held her there until she was beginning to spasm from the lack of air.
Then with one move he let her go sprawling back onto the tiled floor. He soaked head of hair and gasping face were perfect when matched with her tiny chest and shuddering midsection. "You're going to wash me," He spoke plainly, "And after how long you made me wait it had better be very pleasant." As he removed his clothes and entered the water he added casually, "One tip to accomplish that would be to try your best not to use your hands, anywhere, on my body. While you are in the water, you might want to clean yourself. You stink like a Jew and if Max gets a good whiff of you he may take your precious virginity before I ever have the chance." Once finished speaking, Emil casually reached for his paper and unfolded it, pressing out the creases against the side of the tub and flipping it open to read once again. He waited patiently; understanding that what he had just put Ester through was not too easy to recover from.
Her heart froze as, once again, she was confronted by Klaus. The anger that she had once held for him replaced by sheer terror. Ester swallowed back tears as she came to realize her mistake. She had heard an order alright, but had guessed the wrong chore. Drawing the bath was easy, even a simpleton should have been able to do it, yet she had failed. The thought of her family being hurt because of her incompetence was too much of a burden for her so tears, that hadn't failed the notice of Klaus, began to fill Ester's eyes. Before she could beg for forgiveness or for the safety of her family she was being dragged through an endless maze of elegant hallways and amazingly decorated rooms. Ester was completely disoriented and off balance by the time they came to the master bathroom and the trip only added to her confusion. Her heart was pounding rapidly, but before she could even move the Commander had stepped into the bath with a disapproving tone. She tried to explain, but as she opened her mouth she realized nothing she said would be good enough. Of course he wouldn't question his lieutenant and Ester knew that playing the blame game wasn't going to save her. So rather, she closed her mouth and lowered her head, slowly pulling herself to her feet.
She expected to hear screaming and cursing and expected to feel nothing but pain for the rest of the day. However, what surprised her was that the Commander was giving her an excuse as to why he tolerated Klaus. Why would he feel the need to tell her this. It seemed that they wondered the same thought at the same time because just as soon as the thought crossed her mind, he was yelling at her. She winced and stepped hesitantly back expecting a blow to come from any direction at any second. Rather, it was a command, to bend over the tub. This seemed rather tame, deceptively tame. Without much hesitation Ester leaned over the tub, once again loving to hear the words 'good girl'. The water made her nervous, would she still be leaning over the tub when the water reached her face? This made Ester reflect on the cunning and ruthlessness Klaus had warned of just the day before. Her heart began to pound in her chest as he pressed her against the tub and rubbed her ass softly. Confused, Ester wanted to look up, but before she dare sneak a peek she felt the newspaper come down on her sore ass again and again. She groaned from pain as she obeyed his order to spread her legs. She had been able to supress her cries of pain until she felt the newspaper come swiftly down on the tender skin of her inner thighs. By the time he had finished, her tears were mixing in with his bath water. It was the soft massage of his strong hands that made her stop crying. She didn't understand what he was doing until she had relaxed enough that he could force her head under the rising water.
Panic stricken Ester desperately tried to raise her head out of the water. She thrashed her head from side to side, tried to push up from the bottom of the tub, everything she could think of, but his grip remained iron tight. She screamed into the water as her emotions got the better of her. Soon, her thrashing became less and less and she felt herself losing awareness again. Before she could lose consciousness she felt him let go of her and she fell backwards, sprawling out against the tiles. Ester drew in gulps of air as she tried to regain her composure, but her entire body was shaking with a renewed fear of him and what he could do.
His words were plain enough, but the action seemed strange to her. As she sat up trying to catch her breath, she pondered how she could possibly not use her hands and still get someone clean. The idea, as vulgar for her as it was, struck her almost instantly as she looked at the bar of soap. Taking the bar of soap into her hand she gently touched the Commander's shoulder from behind to let him know where she intended to enter the bath. She would need to keep her chest dry for this to work. So, she got the bar of soap wet and went to work. Placing the bar of soap in between her two breasts she knew the bar would stick if she could press her breasts as closing together as possible to hold it steady. Starting as low down his back as her position would allow her she slowly dragged the bar of soap and her nipples up the Commanders back to his shoulders, letting her soft breath go against the nape of his neck and back down she went, over and over until the Commander's back had been completely covered in soap.
She noted that as she went to wrap her leg around his waist to wash him from the front, his paper had disappeared and his eyes were closed for the time being. Continuing with her cleaning she wrapped her left leg around his body and pushed up with her right leg to leverage her around to his front. Straddling him from the front now, she bent as low as she could while still holding the bar of soap between her breasts and then went up to his collar bone again and again moaning as she felt the heat in between her legs mix with the bath water. She was careful to note where his cock was while she straddled him this way and performed the same actions on both of his arms three or four times. Moving to his cock, she had no choice but to use her hand, so, she lathered her hand in soap and gently caressed his head, shaft, and balls until she felt them pulse under her fingers.
She knew his legs would require a different strategy if she didn't wish to have her face close to the water again. So she took the bar of soap in her hand and placed it in between her thighs. Squeezing together her legs around his legs, she held the bar of soap against his thigh and slowly slid down and then back up his leg. She groaned as the slick soap gently teased her with each rub against his muscles. She had to admit, she had never seen him naked before, and he wasn't bad too look at. When she wasn't begging for her life that was. As she finished with his last leg she slid to the opposite side of the bath, unsure of her performance or of his approval. Regardless, his comment about the dog scared her, so she set in to scrubbing her left arm violently to remove any scent other than that of the soap she held.
She expected to hear screaming and cursing and expected to feel nothing but pain for the rest of the day. However, what surprised her was that the Commander was giving her an excuse as to why he tolerated Klaus. Why would he feel the need to tell her this. It seemed that they wondered the same thought at the same time because just as soon as the thought crossed her mind, he was yelling at her. She winced and stepped hesitantly back expecting a blow to come from any direction at any second. Rather, it was a command, to bend over the tub. This seemed rather tame, deceptively tame. Without much hesitation Ester leaned over the tub, once again loving to hear the words 'good girl'. The water made her nervous, would she still be leaning over the tub when the water reached her face? This made Ester reflect on the cunning and ruthlessness Klaus had warned of just the day before. Her heart began to pound in her chest as he pressed her against the tub and rubbed her ass softly. Confused, Ester wanted to look up, but before she dare sneak a peek she felt the newspaper come down on her sore ass again and again. She groaned from pain as she obeyed his order to spread her legs. She had been able to supress her cries of pain until she felt the newspaper come swiftly down on the tender skin of her inner thighs. By the time he had finished, her tears were mixing in with his bath water. It was the soft massage of his strong hands that made her stop crying. She didn't understand what he was doing until she had relaxed enough that he could force her head under the rising water.
Panic stricken Ester desperately tried to raise her head out of the water. She thrashed her head from side to side, tried to push up from the bottom of the tub, everything she could think of, but his grip remained iron tight. She screamed into the water as her emotions got the better of her. Soon, her thrashing became less and less and she felt herself losing awareness again. Before she could lose consciousness she felt him let go of her and she fell backwards, sprawling out against the tiles. Ester drew in gulps of air as she tried to regain her composure, but her entire body was shaking with a renewed fear of him and what he could do.
His words were plain enough, but the action seemed strange to her. As she sat up trying to catch her breath, she pondered how she could possibly not use her hands and still get someone clean. The idea, as vulgar for her as it was, struck her almost instantly as she looked at the bar of soap. Taking the bar of soap into her hand she gently touched the Commander's shoulder from behind to let him know where she intended to enter the bath. She would need to keep her chest dry for this to work. So, she got the bar of soap wet and went to work. Placing the bar of soap in between her two breasts she knew the bar would stick if she could press her breasts as closing together as possible to hold it steady. Starting as low down his back as her position would allow her she slowly dragged the bar of soap and her nipples up the Commanders back to his shoulders, letting her soft breath go against the nape of his neck and back down she went, over and over until the Commander's back had been completely covered in soap.
She noted that as she went to wrap her leg around his waist to wash him from the front, his paper had disappeared and his eyes were closed for the time being. Continuing with her cleaning she wrapped her left leg around his body and pushed up with her right leg to leverage her around to his front. Straddling him from the front now, she bent as low as she could while still holding the bar of soap between her breasts and then went up to his collar bone again and again moaning as she felt the heat in between her legs mix with the bath water. She was careful to note where his cock was while she straddled him this way and performed the same actions on both of his arms three or four times. Moving to his cock, she had no choice but to use her hand, so, she lathered her hand in soap and gently caressed his head, shaft, and balls until she felt them pulse under her fingers.
She knew his legs would require a different strategy if she didn't wish to have her face close to the water again. So she took the bar of soap in her hand and placed it in between her thighs. Squeezing together her legs around his legs, she held the bar of soap against his thigh and slowly slid down and then back up his leg. She groaned as the slick soap gently teased her with each rub against his muscles. She had to admit, she had never seen him naked before, and he wasn't bad too look at. When she wasn't begging for her life that was. As she finished with his last leg she slid to the opposite side of the bath, unsure of her performance or of his approval. Regardless, his comment about the dog scared her, so she set in to scrubbing her left arm violently to remove any scent other than that of the soap she held.
Emil could not concentrate on the paper as the little girl figured out the easiest way to wash him. Her small chest and baby smooth skin felt amazing against his rougher and partially scarred skin. It didn't take long for him to get erect, and for his erection to start bobbing around in the pool anytime he felt part of her nubile young body brush against him. For a moment he nearly began to punish her for using her hands, but decided calmly and silently that it could come later. It took all of his strength not to explode in the warm water from her soft, clumsy hands, but he managed to do because of his iron will and the idea forming in his head. Once she took the bar of soap between her legs and began panting as she fucked herself up and down his leg the decision was reached and written in stone. His eyes wandered over her body for a few seconds as she cleaned herself before he sat up and reached out to stop her.
"Let me," He said softly, as he took the soap from her hand and then took her hand, pulling gently.
With grace he pulled her light frame through the hot, steamy water until he could deposit her directly upon his lap. Her wet panties were stretched across her little ass, but guarded her most sacred of places from his erect cock as it nestled between her soft thighs that were red from the water and her beating earlier. The soap he began rubbing into her back; he quickly got done with that boring part as well as her hands. Then he worked on her neck, and after rinsing it he blew gently and even kissed just under her ear, before licking at it too. "You need to be spotless," He explained, "So Max doesn't turn you into a rag doll." He gave a slight chuckle and moved to the other side of her neck, blowing all the while and watching goosebumps form underneath the cool air. Again he licked and blew, this time with a bit more effect as his hands began to wash her front; kneading her small breasts with his soapy hands and flicking her erect nubs at the end.
"Have you ever touched yourself Ester?" He asked suddenly, with his lips mere inches from her tiny, delectable ear.
"Have you ever made yourself feel good?" He clarified softly, as one of his hands traveled down her flat tummy underneath the warm water.
Once his cock was out of the way and his palm rested against her panties he reiterated his question, "Have you ever touched yourself, here, Ester?"
With a slight squeeze of his hand he reinforced his point and caught his breath as she shivered in his lap. With his hand on her chest he pushed her back into his stomach so that she was resting squarely against him. Listening to her shallow, rapid breathing was music to his ears as he rubbed her wet panties against her smooth sex and fingered her erect nipples with his soapy fingers. He wasn't interested in her answer, for it was obvious she was very new to anyone else touching her young body, so he forged ahead and quickly forgot about cleaning her. He continued to lightly thumb her breasts, switching from one to the other, and finally using both hands on only her breasts as she began to rub her hips up and down his cock while squeezing it between her legs. Soothingly he whispered in her ear, before kissing the nape of her neck and gently sucking on the delicate skin. This lasted until he felt her beginning to tremble against him and he once again began whispering in her delectable little ears.
"Don't fight it Ester, not this time... Let it happen... Let it take all of you. It will feel like nothing you have ever felt, your world will flip upside down and your God will be like a figment of your imagination. Just let it happen, your body will tense, and soon you will be in a real paradise." As he spoke his right arm was traveling ever so slowly down to where her squeezing thighs were trapping his thick cock. He spread them apart and slipped his hands underneath her panties. His finger went right to her small love button perched above her unused slit, "Cum." He ordered in his deep, powerful voice that was feared and respected by soldiers, citizens, slaves, and animals alike. Ester would be no different, even if she didn't know what the word meant, yet.
"Let me," He said softly, as he took the soap from her hand and then took her hand, pulling gently.
With grace he pulled her light frame through the hot, steamy water until he could deposit her directly upon his lap. Her wet panties were stretched across her little ass, but guarded her most sacred of places from his erect cock as it nestled between her soft thighs that were red from the water and her beating earlier. The soap he began rubbing into her back; he quickly got done with that boring part as well as her hands. Then he worked on her neck, and after rinsing it he blew gently and even kissed just under her ear, before licking at it too. "You need to be spotless," He explained, "So Max doesn't turn you into a rag doll." He gave a slight chuckle and moved to the other side of her neck, blowing all the while and watching goosebumps form underneath the cool air. Again he licked and blew, this time with a bit more effect as his hands began to wash her front; kneading her small breasts with his soapy hands and flicking her erect nubs at the end.
"Have you ever touched yourself Ester?" He asked suddenly, with his lips mere inches from her tiny, delectable ear.
"Have you ever made yourself feel good?" He clarified softly, as one of his hands traveled down her flat tummy underneath the warm water.
Once his cock was out of the way and his palm rested against her panties he reiterated his question, "Have you ever touched yourself, here, Ester?"
With a slight squeeze of his hand he reinforced his point and caught his breath as she shivered in his lap. With his hand on her chest he pushed her back into his stomach so that she was resting squarely against him. Listening to her shallow, rapid breathing was music to his ears as he rubbed her wet panties against her smooth sex and fingered her erect nipples with his soapy fingers. He wasn't interested in her answer, for it was obvious she was very new to anyone else touching her young body, so he forged ahead and quickly forgot about cleaning her. He continued to lightly thumb her breasts, switching from one to the other, and finally using both hands on only her breasts as she began to rub her hips up and down his cock while squeezing it between her legs. Soothingly he whispered in her ear, before kissing the nape of her neck and gently sucking on the delicate skin. This lasted until he felt her beginning to tremble against him and he once again began whispering in her delectable little ears.
"Don't fight it Ester, not this time... Let it happen... Let it take all of you. It will feel like nothing you have ever felt, your world will flip upside down and your God will be like a figment of your imagination. Just let it happen, your body will tense, and soon you will be in a real paradise." As he spoke his right arm was traveling ever so slowly down to where her squeezing thighs were trapping his thick cock. He spread them apart and slipped his hands underneath her panties. His finger went right to her small love button perched above her unused slit, "Cum." He ordered in his deep, powerful voice that was feared and respected by soldiers, citizens, slaves, and animals alike. Ester would be no different, even if she didn't know what the word meant, yet.
His gentle voice contradicted the rough feeling of his skin against hers as he pulled her into him. Leaning forward, she allowed him to clean her back and her arms, but as he moved towards her chest, she gasped and arched her back slightly as his cool breath blew across the nape of her neck and his tongue gently teased her ears. She clenched her fist tightly as she tried to ignore the growing feeling of warmth that had begun to grow down in between her legs. She understood his explanation, but this felt like he was doing so much more than cleaning her for the sake of the dog. Was he trying to prevent her from unnecessary harm? His chuckle gave her chills that traveled all the way down her spine, making her quiver against him.
His questions caught her by surprise, "What does he mean? Of course I have touched myself. Made myself feel good? What-" Her thoughts were cut off by a gentle squeeze that forced a loud moan to escape from her lungs. "Ah! ungh...No sir...I have never done that." She panted as he pulled her against his stomach. To her surprise, she was completely relaxed while resting against his body. Her racing heart, the beads of sweat forming on her forehead, all indicated the control he had over her body with just a simple touch. Groaning and whimpering as his fingers delicately massaged her tender nipples she instinctively pressed her thighs together with his cock in between them and began to softly grind against his massive erection. His soothing voice calmed her to the point of delirium, where she no longer cared that she had been beaten and humiliated by this man and for the time he didn't seem to care about her filthy status in this society.
Still, she held back. Biting her lower lip she moaned as sweat dripped down her face and she leaned against the Commander even more. His words encouraged her, after all of the pain she had felt she wanted the pleasure that he was speaking of. Squeezing tighter around his cock, she tried to release, but needed a little extra push as she reached her climax. By now her breathing had turned into shallow panting and her eyes, which had watched his every move until now, were closed as his hand traveled down her panties. Then, with one word and a touch she released herself against his fingers, crying out from the pleasure that had enveloped her. Her toes curled and her knees buckled as she writhed on top of him in ecstasy. Ester clenched and unclenched her fists as she felt her lower half pulsate and then slowly return to normal. "C-commander..." She whispered, looking up into the face that had struck both fear and ecstasy into her body. Arching herself up, she brought her lips within an inch of his and simply breathed. She knew that she didn't have the authority to touch him, but he did have the authority to touch her.
Meanwhile, Klaus had returned to hear how Ester's punishment was coming along. Shocked, he backed away from the door as he heard her climax and whisper the word "Commander". The idea of his Commander being gentle with a dumb, lazy, filthy Jew was enough to drive him into a rage. And that's when he came up with a plan, a broad, wicked smile playing across his lips. "I can beat you...I can rape you...but these things will only endear you to the Commander more. What if..." He paused and thought of how he could make this possible. "What if...you struck his lieutenant? What will your Commander think of that?" His grin widened as he stepped out of the door and briskly left the house. There would be a special guest for this evening and he for one couldn't wait to get his hands on them.
His questions caught her by surprise, "What does he mean? Of course I have touched myself. Made myself feel good? What-" Her thoughts were cut off by a gentle squeeze that forced a loud moan to escape from her lungs. "Ah! ungh...No sir...I have never done that." She panted as he pulled her against his stomach. To her surprise, she was completely relaxed while resting against his body. Her racing heart, the beads of sweat forming on her forehead, all indicated the control he had over her body with just a simple touch. Groaning and whimpering as his fingers delicately massaged her tender nipples she instinctively pressed her thighs together with his cock in between them and began to softly grind against his massive erection. His soothing voice calmed her to the point of delirium, where she no longer cared that she had been beaten and humiliated by this man and for the time he didn't seem to care about her filthy status in this society.
Still, she held back. Biting her lower lip she moaned as sweat dripped down her face and she leaned against the Commander even more. His words encouraged her, after all of the pain she had felt she wanted the pleasure that he was speaking of. Squeezing tighter around his cock, she tried to release, but needed a little extra push as she reached her climax. By now her breathing had turned into shallow panting and her eyes, which had watched his every move until now, were closed as his hand traveled down her panties. Then, with one word and a touch she released herself against his fingers, crying out from the pleasure that had enveloped her. Her toes curled and her knees buckled as she writhed on top of him in ecstasy. Ester clenched and unclenched her fists as she felt her lower half pulsate and then slowly return to normal. "C-commander..." She whispered, looking up into the face that had struck both fear and ecstasy into her body. Arching herself up, she brought her lips within an inch of his and simply breathed. She knew that she didn't have the authority to touch him, but he did have the authority to touch her.
Meanwhile, Klaus had returned to hear how Ester's punishment was coming along. Shocked, he backed away from the door as he heard her climax and whisper the word "Commander". The idea of his Commander being gentle with a dumb, lazy, filthy Jew was enough to drive him into a rage. And that's when he came up with a plan, a broad, wicked smile playing across his lips. "I can beat you...I can rape you...but these things will only endear you to the Commander more. What if..." He paused and thought of how he could make this possible. "What if...you struck his lieutenant? What will your Commander think of that?" His grin widened as he stepped out of the door and briskly left the house. There would be a special guest for this evening and he for one couldn't wait to get his hands on them.
The look of her innocence staring up into his eyes. Those big green eyes clouding with lust and puppy dog love. He would have laughed if his cock wasn't so hard and the moment so perfectly strange. His hand slipped out from under her panties and caressed up her flat tummy up to her chest. Both hands held her tiny breasts and pressed her back against his chest firmly as he tilted his head and kissed her lips tenderly. This momentary lust that seized him had no real meaning, but the lewdness involved in the act; taking advantage of how unknowing she was made the situation incredibly erotic. His heart was pounding; sending volumes of blood into his already erect cock which continued to bob against her panties and tummy.
The kiss was gentle and wet. Emil pushed his tongue inside of her mouth, much to her delight as it ran along her tongue and filled her mouth with his scent. He could feel her shivering against him in absolute ecstasy. The kiss broke with deep sigh from and rapid panting from Ester. Moving slowly Emil raised Ester's small frame off his body and turned her around so that they were face to face. Then he pulled her against him; trapping his cock between their bodies. His hands slid down her slender sides to her ass where he gently encouraged her to slide up and down his muscled from. The friction on his cock was delightful, and it pulled deep moans from his chest. He could see she was enjoying them as she nervously bit her lips and tried to rub faster and faster. It wasn't long before his stomach knotted and pleasure flew his veins as he climaxed and began pouring is load out against her white tummy.
The white cum floated off, leaving them clean, "Dry off. Go downstairs and put on another pair of panties... Then wait in the bedroom, on your hands and knees with your legs spread slightly. Be a good girl and do as I say, and remember what happens when you do not." With a light smack to her round butt he pushed her towards the edge of the tub and watched her dry off and leave before getting out of the tub himself and quickly drying, donning boxers, britches, and undershirt along with his boots which were of course shined to perfection.
Before heading down to Ester's room Emil grabbed one of the most modern camera's in the German army, used for spying mostly. It was small and took pictures quickly. He silently made his way down to Ester's room and peeked around the door. She was in perfect position on the bed, on her knees, with her butt sticking up at him and the faint imprint of her innocence pressing against the smooth fabric. He rapidly clicked off several pictures before entering the room and continuing to snap a few more of her reaction. When he was finished he placed the camera in his pocket and took out her collar. This he fitted to her throat again, along with the cuffs to her wrists, "Follow."
"Open," Was the next thing he said as they approached the table. He fitted the duster in her mouth once again, and chained her hands behind her back, connecting to the collar that he had reattached to her neck.
"Follow," Once again the only word he spoke as he led her back upstairs and into his study. He set her to work on the books that lined the shelves as he looked over paperwork and signed a few documents. Upon finishing he leaned back in the chair and watched her work.
Only upon hearing the arrival of a car outside did he stop watching her like a hawk. "Come here," He removed the duster, but replaced it this time. It was an open gag, the frame of a cylinder that slid into her mouth and clicked against her teeth. It held her mouth open and if she tried to bite down it would be quite painful on her gum's, but it was only painful if she bit, otherwise it was simply tiring to keep her jaw stretched. Like the duster it latched firmly behind her head and without help or her hands she would be unable to remove it, "Now since we are in a war, we probably should not waist any of that delicious breakfast I heard you cooked, but it will be cold by now. So you will be punished later for letting lunch get so chilled."
The shiver of fear that ran through her body sparked a shiver of lust in his own, "But for now we will just eat. You know your place."
Emil walked into the dining room and stood at the head of the table, but just before Ester ducked below the table he whispered in her ear. "If you are good down there. The punishment will be considerably less, painful." Then he roughly pushed her down, and quickly latched her hands to the table before sitting down and fixing his plate.
Outside Klaus had one of Ester's brothers by the scruff of his neck. He said his name was Paul, and he was the eldest of the punch. Klaus had chosen him because it very doubtful that he was a virgin, he would understand what was happening and be able to report the full brunt of what Ester was going through to save her family. "You see that, scum?" He said with a shake of the boys throat, "Look how much she loves it! Relishing that good German cock. Come, let's go downstairs and wait. We'll give your little sister and surprise visit when she is done pleasuring her real master. No longer does she serve any God, she serves the true masters of the world. The one true race." With a powerful tug he brought the boy in front of the basement, and threw him down the stairs with a snarl. Closing the door behind him he stood the handcuffed boy up in front of him, before sending him to the ground again with a powerful punch to his stomach, then he kicked his face and bloodied his lips; before dragging him into Ester's bedroom and slamming his head against the hard floor and watching him pass out. He figured they had some time; Emil would have blown his load at least once already on that little nymph. It would take a little more then an inexperienced mouth to bring him off this time.
The kiss was gentle and wet. Emil pushed his tongue inside of her mouth, much to her delight as it ran along her tongue and filled her mouth with his scent. He could feel her shivering against him in absolute ecstasy. The kiss broke with deep sigh from and rapid panting from Ester. Moving slowly Emil raised Ester's small frame off his body and turned her around so that they were face to face. Then he pulled her against him; trapping his cock between their bodies. His hands slid down her slender sides to her ass where he gently encouraged her to slide up and down his muscled from. The friction on his cock was delightful, and it pulled deep moans from his chest. He could see she was enjoying them as she nervously bit her lips and tried to rub faster and faster. It wasn't long before his stomach knotted and pleasure flew his veins as he climaxed and began pouring is load out against her white tummy.
The white cum floated off, leaving them clean, "Dry off. Go downstairs and put on another pair of panties... Then wait in the bedroom, on your hands and knees with your legs spread slightly. Be a good girl and do as I say, and remember what happens when you do not." With a light smack to her round butt he pushed her towards the edge of the tub and watched her dry off and leave before getting out of the tub himself and quickly drying, donning boxers, britches, and undershirt along with his boots which were of course shined to perfection.
Before heading down to Ester's room Emil grabbed one of the most modern camera's in the German army, used for spying mostly. It was small and took pictures quickly. He silently made his way down to Ester's room and peeked around the door. She was in perfect position on the bed, on her knees, with her butt sticking up at him and the faint imprint of her innocence pressing against the smooth fabric. He rapidly clicked off several pictures before entering the room and continuing to snap a few more of her reaction. When he was finished he placed the camera in his pocket and took out her collar. This he fitted to her throat again, along with the cuffs to her wrists, "Follow."
"Open," Was the next thing he said as they approached the table. He fitted the duster in her mouth once again, and chained her hands behind her back, connecting to the collar that he had reattached to her neck.
"Follow," Once again the only word he spoke as he led her back upstairs and into his study. He set her to work on the books that lined the shelves as he looked over paperwork and signed a few documents. Upon finishing he leaned back in the chair and watched her work.
Only upon hearing the arrival of a car outside did he stop watching her like a hawk. "Come here," He removed the duster, but replaced it this time. It was an open gag, the frame of a cylinder that slid into her mouth and clicked against her teeth. It held her mouth open and if she tried to bite down it would be quite painful on her gum's, but it was only painful if she bit, otherwise it was simply tiring to keep her jaw stretched. Like the duster it latched firmly behind her head and without help or her hands she would be unable to remove it, "Now since we are in a war, we probably should not waist any of that delicious breakfast I heard you cooked, but it will be cold by now. So you will be punished later for letting lunch get so chilled."
The shiver of fear that ran through her body sparked a shiver of lust in his own, "But for now we will just eat. You know your place."
Emil walked into the dining room and stood at the head of the table, but just before Ester ducked below the table he whispered in her ear. "If you are good down there. The punishment will be considerably less, painful." Then he roughly pushed her down, and quickly latched her hands to the table before sitting down and fixing his plate.
Outside Klaus had one of Ester's brothers by the scruff of his neck. He said his name was Paul, and he was the eldest of the punch. Klaus had chosen him because it very doubtful that he was a virgin, he would understand what was happening and be able to report the full brunt of what Ester was going through to save her family. "You see that, scum?" He said with a shake of the boys throat, "Look how much she loves it! Relishing that good German cock. Come, let's go downstairs and wait. We'll give your little sister and surprise visit when she is done pleasuring her real master. No longer does she serve any God, she serves the true masters of the world. The one true race." With a powerful tug he brought the boy in front of the basement, and threw him down the stairs with a snarl. Closing the door behind him he stood the handcuffed boy up in front of him, before sending him to the ground again with a powerful punch to his stomach, then he kicked his face and bloodied his lips; before dragging him into Ester's bedroom and slamming his head against the hard floor and watching him pass out. He figured they had some time; Emil would have blown his load at least once already on that little nymph. It would take a little more then an inexperienced mouth to bring him off this time.
Puppy love was certainly the reactions Ester was having to the Commander's cruelty, but Ester knew no better. Never before had she been kissed even as innocently as a kiss on the cheek. The surprise was hers as the Commander's tongue slipped gingerly into her mouth, allowing her to drink in every moment of his gentle kiss. As the kiss broke Ester found herself panting because of the contradicting feelings of puppy love and fear she felt of him. She was most comparable to a moth dancing around an open flame. If she came to close, her wings would catch fire and she would most certainly die a horrible death. Just as she thought she had gone far enough, the Commander's hands gently lifted her up and turned her to where she was facing him. With his throbbing cock being pressed against her belly, she was unsure what to do. The encouragement given to her by his hands led her to softly rise up and down over and over. As she felt him swell, she increased her speed and the friction by pressing herself against the Commander even more. Her nipples rubbed against his chest quickly as she bobbed up and down. Then, a burst of warmth covered her belly, bringing her to a stop. Looking down she noted the milky color of his cum and the impression it made on her belly.
Ester listened to his instructions carefully, replying with an unsure "Yes sir." as he pushed her towards the edge of the bath. As Ester pulled herself out of the tub, she found that her legs were wobbly and difficult to control. Unsteadily she walked over to the towels and dried herself off before leaving the bathroom to follow his command. Walking through the house she looked, or rather tried to smell for the kitchen. If she could find the kitchen, she could find the basement without a problem. After entering the damp coldness of her room she quickly ditched her stained panties for a dry pair of new ones. Flopping down on her bed, she lay there for a few moments, stunned. What had she done? Why had she done it? Could she be forgiven? All of these questions frustrated her as she balanced herself on hands and knees with her butt sticking slightly up in the air.
A sound made her heart jump. "Clicking?" She mouthed as she listened more closely to the sound. It didn't sound like the boots of a soldier, but rather the claws of a German Shepard looking to take a piece of her for himself. Flipping onto her back to investigate she was stunned and humiliated to have a camera pointed directly in her face. Her heart was racing with fury as a bright crimson blush and a look of shame crossed her face. She had been manipulated so easily that it was almost pathetic. Still, though she was not chained, she was bound not to react. She couldn't lash out in neither word nor action. Ester simply had to wait shame faced until he finished having his sick sport with her. Soon enough he placed his camera into his pocket, forcing Ester to make a mental note of it's existence as she followed him to the table.
The fitting of her collar, cuffs, chains, and mouth piece still felt so strange to her as she tested and pulled at her restraints ever so slightly. Dusting wasn't the worst thing she could be doing, though the task was difficult without her hands, it wasn't impossible. She continued dusting under the overbearing eyes of the Commander until she came across a familiar book. The title was "Sterntaler" and had been a favorite around her house before the war. Each night, her father would sit by the fire and read another chapter before sending the family to bed. It was almost like a punch in the gut to see a rememberance, however faint it may be, of her former life. A life where she could speak, laugh, eat, sing, argue, even throw a punch if she felt like it. Here, she could say very little, never laugh, barely eat, and never could she raise her hands, even if for her own protection. Tears spilled down her face as she moved to the next books with unfamiliar, foreign titles.
Ester was quickly by his side at his command and began readjusting her mouth to the new gag that had been strapped into her mouth. It was awkward, a little more uncomfortable, but left no imagination to its purpose or what she would be doing. Ester began to shake as she remembered her head being held under water with ease. She looked at him with wide eyes he shivered for a different reason, but was relieved to hear, that for now, he was content with just eating. The opportunity to lessen the serverity of her punishment was all the motivation Ester needed to perform her task to the best of her ability. However, "So, he likes to tease with his breath? He's not the only one that can do that." She thought bitterly as she was pushed to her knees and chained in place.
Resting her head on his knee she waited for him to reveal his cock to her. The delicate sounds of silverware being tapped against plates made her grimace from hunger. It had been a day and a half and all she had eaten was cum and half a sausage link. Returning to the task at hand as he revealed himself to her, she began to ever so gently breathe on him. Nothing more, nothing less. With controlled breaths she sighed and blew her breath against him. Then, she stopped and waited a few moments before repeating the process. This went on for a couple of minutes when suddenly she mimicked a very loud and believable moan. Still she had not touched him, his cock was only enjoying the feel of her sweet breath. Then, finally, she flicked her tongue against the very tip of his head and let out a soft, yet audible, whimper. Taking the tip of his cock into her mouth she gently massaged his cock with her tongue.
He was erect, even lightly throbbing, but he did not cum after nearly five strenuous minutes of her mouth working on him as best she knew how. Panting, she sat back on her knees to think about what she would have to do, what she could do, to make him cum, when suddenly the idea hit her. It was going to hurt her arms and her back, but she would have to try. Spreading her legs apart and sitting on her butt, she wrapped her legs around the Commander's left leg, pressing his slightly exposed flesh to her pantie covered, yet warm flesh. She could lay back and make this happen, but the difficult part was going to be bringing her face forward to finish the job. With all of her might she strained against her binds to push his cock as far down her throat as she could manage and allow her rest her head against his knee. From that position, she could see his face and gave him the most innocent look she could muster hoping the feeling of her against him, her vigorous sucking, and the sight of her eyes would be enough to make him cum and save her from as much pain as possible.
Paul had been working digging the endless holes that they had been instructed to dig when he felt himself being thrown backwards to the ground by a pair of strong hands. He looked up in shock to see none other than the Luitenant. He had heard his name was Klaus and that he was vicious. Before he knew it, he was staring into the window of the Commander's house as he whispered his sister's sacrifices into his ear and watched her perform at the same time. He saw nothing but red as he was lead down towards the basement and brutally knocked out without so much as a hand raised in his own defense. He wasn't mad at Ester, but if he ever had the chance, he would make these members of the one true race, these pigs, pay for what they were doing to her. As his consciousness faded, Paul came to the same realization Ester had had. He was powerless. Should he fight, she could die.
Ester listened to his instructions carefully, replying with an unsure "Yes sir." as he pushed her towards the edge of the bath. As Ester pulled herself out of the tub, she found that her legs were wobbly and difficult to control. Unsteadily she walked over to the towels and dried herself off before leaving the bathroom to follow his command. Walking through the house she looked, or rather tried to smell for the kitchen. If she could find the kitchen, she could find the basement without a problem. After entering the damp coldness of her room she quickly ditched her stained panties for a dry pair of new ones. Flopping down on her bed, she lay there for a few moments, stunned. What had she done? Why had she done it? Could she be forgiven? All of these questions frustrated her as she balanced herself on hands and knees with her butt sticking slightly up in the air.
A sound made her heart jump. "Clicking?" She mouthed as she listened more closely to the sound. It didn't sound like the boots of a soldier, but rather the claws of a German Shepard looking to take a piece of her for himself. Flipping onto her back to investigate she was stunned and humiliated to have a camera pointed directly in her face. Her heart was racing with fury as a bright crimson blush and a look of shame crossed her face. She had been manipulated so easily that it was almost pathetic. Still, though she was not chained, she was bound not to react. She couldn't lash out in neither word nor action. Ester simply had to wait shame faced until he finished having his sick sport with her. Soon enough he placed his camera into his pocket, forcing Ester to make a mental note of it's existence as she followed him to the table.
The fitting of her collar, cuffs, chains, and mouth piece still felt so strange to her as she tested and pulled at her restraints ever so slightly. Dusting wasn't the worst thing she could be doing, though the task was difficult without her hands, it wasn't impossible. She continued dusting under the overbearing eyes of the Commander until she came across a familiar book. The title was "Sterntaler" and had been a favorite around her house before the war. Each night, her father would sit by the fire and read another chapter before sending the family to bed. It was almost like a punch in the gut to see a rememberance, however faint it may be, of her former life. A life where she could speak, laugh, eat, sing, argue, even throw a punch if she felt like it. Here, she could say very little, never laugh, barely eat, and never could she raise her hands, even if for her own protection. Tears spilled down her face as she moved to the next books with unfamiliar, foreign titles.
Ester was quickly by his side at his command and began readjusting her mouth to the new gag that had been strapped into her mouth. It was awkward, a little more uncomfortable, but left no imagination to its purpose or what she would be doing. Ester began to shake as she remembered her head being held under water with ease. She looked at him with wide eyes he shivered for a different reason, but was relieved to hear, that for now, he was content with just eating. The opportunity to lessen the serverity of her punishment was all the motivation Ester needed to perform her task to the best of her ability. However, "So, he likes to tease with his breath? He's not the only one that can do that." She thought bitterly as she was pushed to her knees and chained in place.
Resting her head on his knee she waited for him to reveal his cock to her. The delicate sounds of silverware being tapped against plates made her grimace from hunger. It had been a day and a half and all she had eaten was cum and half a sausage link. Returning to the task at hand as he revealed himself to her, she began to ever so gently breathe on him. Nothing more, nothing less. With controlled breaths she sighed and blew her breath against him. Then, she stopped and waited a few moments before repeating the process. This went on for a couple of minutes when suddenly she mimicked a very loud and believable moan. Still she had not touched him, his cock was only enjoying the feel of her sweet breath. Then, finally, she flicked her tongue against the very tip of his head and let out a soft, yet audible, whimper. Taking the tip of his cock into her mouth she gently massaged his cock with her tongue.
He was erect, even lightly throbbing, but he did not cum after nearly five strenuous minutes of her mouth working on him as best she knew how. Panting, she sat back on her knees to think about what she would have to do, what she could do, to make him cum, when suddenly the idea hit her. It was going to hurt her arms and her back, but she would have to try. Spreading her legs apart and sitting on her butt, she wrapped her legs around the Commander's left leg, pressing his slightly exposed flesh to her pantie covered, yet warm flesh. She could lay back and make this happen, but the difficult part was going to be bringing her face forward to finish the job. With all of her might she strained against her binds to push his cock as far down her throat as she could manage and allow her rest her head against his knee. From that position, she could see his face and gave him the most innocent look she could muster hoping the feeling of her against him, her vigorous sucking, and the sight of her eyes would be enough to make him cum and save her from as much pain as possible.
Paul had been working digging the endless holes that they had been instructed to dig when he felt himself being thrown backwards to the ground by a pair of strong hands. He looked up in shock to see none other than the Luitenant. He had heard his name was Klaus and that he was vicious. Before he knew it, he was staring into the window of the Commander's house as he whispered his sister's sacrifices into his ear and watched her perform at the same time. He saw nothing but red as he was lead down towards the basement and brutally knocked out without so much as a hand raised in his own defense. He wasn't mad at Ester, but if he ever had the chance, he would make these members of the one true race, these pigs, pay for what they were doing to her. As his consciousness faded, Paul came to the same realization Ester had had. He was powerless. Should he fight, she could die.
Emil was rapidly becoming bored with his slaves incessant sucking. She just wasn't cutting it, not after the first time she had tasted cock and certainly not after that pleasurable experience in the tub. Knowing that she couldn't stop him from stuffing his cock down her throat was a bit arousing, but that and her licking only served to keep him hard. Neither was helping to bring about his climax. When she stopped he was preparing a lengthy, horribly frightening speech until her leg wrapped against his and he felt the warmth of her unused cunt against his shin where his pants had ridden up. Then the spasms of her tender unused throat began massaging the head of his large dick vigorously and he took a deep breath; this was more like it. Like the night before he had wanted to keep his eyes above the table, but his curiosity was far too great about what had just happened to pretend like what she was doing was nothing special. He glanced beneath and his hard face relaxed slightly. Staring up at him were those same eyes that he had found staring up at him after she had cum for the first time in her young life. The thought that she was taking some lewd form of pleasure from this 'punishment' was in itself enough to send him over the edge, but just then her young body shook with a spasm as she gagged violently on his throbbing cock.
That really did put him over the edge. With a grunt he let loose, pumping more seed down her raw throat and into her empty tummy. He did not really mean to, but the pleasure was at a point where he didn't really care, so his hand shot out and he pushed the back of her head; forcing her to remain gagging on his cock just a little longer as the last little jets of his seed pulsed out onto her tongue. With a satisfied sigh he relaxed back into his chair, his eyes fixed with hers as she struggled to keep her drooling mouth from loosing his white cum. With a smirk he slipped the camera out of his pocket and snapped a few pictures just as she managed to swallow; the blush on her cheeks made him laugh out loud.
"What a good little girl..." He patted her head as he removed the gag from her mouth. Then he began feeding her bits of sausage and eggs, often pushing the food to the back of her mouth and into her throat before she could chew it much. It was fun to watch her struggle to hold the food down, but he fed her until she was at least not starving. Then he replaced the gag and tied her hands to the back of her collar, "Now I want you to go downstairs and wait for me. You may lay down, but you may not fall asleep. I will be thinking about how I will punish you, and if you fall asleep I can assure you that any of my thinking will go right out the window, do you understand?"
Her nod was sufficient, "Good girl. Now take a drink." He haphazardly poured straight from the pitcher of water much more then she could possibly drink; spilling it down her front and over her tiny chest. He smirked as it made her glisten, then he turned her towards the basement door and gave her rump a good smack to propel her towards the door. Max came bounding in after wards and licked most of the spilled water, before following Emil briskly out the door for their afternoon walk where he would check on the camp and perhaps kill someone, for fun of course. Emil smirked as he put on his trench coat and gloves, one of the privates opened his car door and closed it after Max had got in. Emil lit a cigarette and wondered vaguely where Klaus was, but really paid it no mind as he thought over all of the things he had done, and planned to do with his new slave.
Below Klaus was waiting patiently. He had trussed up the boy a bit more while he 'slept' soundly. Binding his feet together with rope and pushing a pair of wet underwear that Ester had left lying haphazardly on her dresser; the perfect reason for her upcoming punishment. When he heard the light footfalls coming down the stairs he shook the boys shoulders, and brought him around by throwing a glass of cool water into his face.
"Wake up, we have a visitor," Klaus turned and a evil smile broke over his face upon seeing her bound and gagged still. "Hello Ester, I see you are all ready for my visit, are you hungry for some more of the Third Reich's finest breed?" Already he was beginning to remove his cock from his briefs and pants. His eyes drifted to the brother, who was finally waking up and realizing that his sister was in the room, naked, with him.
That really did put him over the edge. With a grunt he let loose, pumping more seed down her raw throat and into her empty tummy. He did not really mean to, but the pleasure was at a point where he didn't really care, so his hand shot out and he pushed the back of her head; forcing her to remain gagging on his cock just a little longer as the last little jets of his seed pulsed out onto her tongue. With a satisfied sigh he relaxed back into his chair, his eyes fixed with hers as she struggled to keep her drooling mouth from loosing his white cum. With a smirk he slipped the camera out of his pocket and snapped a few pictures just as she managed to swallow; the blush on her cheeks made him laugh out loud.
"What a good little girl..." He patted her head as he removed the gag from her mouth. Then he began feeding her bits of sausage and eggs, often pushing the food to the back of her mouth and into her throat before she could chew it much. It was fun to watch her struggle to hold the food down, but he fed her until she was at least not starving. Then he replaced the gag and tied her hands to the back of her collar, "Now I want you to go downstairs and wait for me. You may lay down, but you may not fall asleep. I will be thinking about how I will punish you, and if you fall asleep I can assure you that any of my thinking will go right out the window, do you understand?"
Her nod was sufficient, "Good girl. Now take a drink." He haphazardly poured straight from the pitcher of water much more then she could possibly drink; spilling it down her front and over her tiny chest. He smirked as it made her glisten, then he turned her towards the basement door and gave her rump a good smack to propel her towards the door. Max came bounding in after wards and licked most of the spilled water, before following Emil briskly out the door for their afternoon walk where he would check on the camp and perhaps kill someone, for fun of course. Emil smirked as he put on his trench coat and gloves, one of the privates opened his car door and closed it after Max had got in. Emil lit a cigarette and wondered vaguely where Klaus was, but really paid it no mind as he thought over all of the things he had done, and planned to do with his new slave.
Below Klaus was waiting patiently. He had trussed up the boy a bit more while he 'slept' soundly. Binding his feet together with rope and pushing a pair of wet underwear that Ester had left lying haphazardly on her dresser; the perfect reason for her upcoming punishment. When he heard the light footfalls coming down the stairs he shook the boys shoulders, and brought him around by throwing a glass of cool water into his face.
"Wake up, we have a visitor," Klaus turned and a evil smile broke over his face upon seeing her bound and gagged still. "Hello Ester, I see you are all ready for my visit, are you hungry for some more of the Third Reich's finest breed?" Already he was beginning to remove his cock from his briefs and pants. His eyes drifted to the brother, who was finally waking up and realizing that his sister was in the room, naked, with him.
Whimpering as she tried not the lose any of his load she leaned her head back and managed to swallow. The snap of a few more pictures and the sound of his cruel laughter brought a bright pink blush across her face. Stretching her mouth now that the gag had been removed; Ester gratefully took the food from his hands, licking his hand as he haphazardly fed her. Occasionally, she choked, but would quickly recover to continue inhaling the contents in his hand. As he replaced her gag and gave her his instructions she reflected on how difficult it would be not to fall to sleep. Still, just the ability to lay down for a little while was enough of a reprieve. Titling her head back as he poured the water into her mouth she gagged and threw her head forward losing about half of the water that had been given to her. Ester coughed loudly, before gradually recovering.
With encouragement from the Commander’s firm hand, Ester made her way down the stairs with little balance or care. This would give her time to reflect and to rest, which was all she wanted. However, as Ester entered her room, she could plainly see that that wasn’t about to happen. A sob escaped Ester’s lungs as she saw her brother, bound with her wet underwear forced in his mouth. Glaring up at Klaus, Ester slowly nodded her head, walked over to him, and fell to her knees. Ester made it a point to turn her back toward her brother for two reasons. One, the tears forming in his eyes would be the death of her if she watched them for long and second because they knew sign language. Klaus knew one of the two reasons and cruelly forced her closer to her brother where they were both within arm’s reach.
Her second oldest brother had been born deaf forcing the entire family to learn this strange language spoken by the hands. This was perhaps why she was so comfortable remaining quiet for extended periods as she had here. Klaus gave her no time, swiftly grabbing the pack of her head and shoving his large cock down her throat. Ester gagged and tried to thrash her head from side to side, but his grip was iron strong. As Ester adjusted to his forceful thrusts, Ester began to speak with her hands.
“Don’t Move”….”They will kill you”….”Endure it”…”Tell mama and papa I am dead…” Was her last message as her throat began spasm around his swelling cock. Paul had seen enough, with riotous tears streaming down his face he gritted his teeth against the salty pair of panties that had been forced into his mouth. Klaus had made a mistake that Paul could take advantage of. With Klaus’s attention focused on suffocating Ester, Paul curled his legs under his belly and leapt from the ground. Paul used his bound hands outstretched and caught Ester’s left chain, bringing her to the ground as all three of them fell. As Ester desperately coughed and her body continued to spasm from the shock of having had Klaus’s forceful cock down her throat again, Paul undid the chains from Ester’s neck. This allowed Ester to yank the gag out of her mouth as a gunshot echoed violently through the room.
Klaus had been enjoying the feel of this young bitch’s throat once more, her gagging, her struggling, but most of all, the look upon her brother’s stricken face. He groaned, moaned, made a show of Ester as he held her head still. He reflected it wouldn’t be long before Ester would retaliate and he will have met his goal. To his delight, it was her brother who retaliated first. Klaus was knocked off of his feet, even slightly stunned, but was quickly to his feet, pistol drawn. Taking aim, he pulled the trigger catching her brother in the shoulder and relishing the sound of his muffled screams.
Ester’s screams however, were crystal clear. “Paul!!! Oh my God!!! My dear Paul!!!” Ester cried as her brother groaned and his blood began to spill onto the basement floor. Ripping her panties out of his mouth, Ester stood, cuffs still on with her chains by her side. Wide eyed, Ester stared at his smirking face as she gasped for air with pure hatred in her eye. With one sudden movement, Ester whipped her hand as if she was going to strike his face. Her hand missed of course, but her chain whipped across his face with a vengeance. She didn’t care as she heard Max eagerly run down the stairs, undoubtedly having heard the gunshot. She didn’t care as the Commander threw his full weight into the middle of her back, making it difficult for her to breathe and impossible for her to move. With all of the strength she could muster she screamed, “You told me if I did as I was told you wouldn’t kill my family!!!! You lied to me!!!”
With encouragement from the Commander’s firm hand, Ester made her way down the stairs with little balance or care. This would give her time to reflect and to rest, which was all she wanted. However, as Ester entered her room, she could plainly see that that wasn’t about to happen. A sob escaped Ester’s lungs as she saw her brother, bound with her wet underwear forced in his mouth. Glaring up at Klaus, Ester slowly nodded her head, walked over to him, and fell to her knees. Ester made it a point to turn her back toward her brother for two reasons. One, the tears forming in his eyes would be the death of her if she watched them for long and second because they knew sign language. Klaus knew one of the two reasons and cruelly forced her closer to her brother where they were both within arm’s reach.
Her second oldest brother had been born deaf forcing the entire family to learn this strange language spoken by the hands. This was perhaps why she was so comfortable remaining quiet for extended periods as she had here. Klaus gave her no time, swiftly grabbing the pack of her head and shoving his large cock down her throat. Ester gagged and tried to thrash her head from side to side, but his grip was iron strong. As Ester adjusted to his forceful thrusts, Ester began to speak with her hands.
“Don’t Move”….”They will kill you”….”Endure it”…”Tell mama and papa I am dead…” Was her last message as her throat began spasm around his swelling cock. Paul had seen enough, with riotous tears streaming down his face he gritted his teeth against the salty pair of panties that had been forced into his mouth. Klaus had made a mistake that Paul could take advantage of. With Klaus’s attention focused on suffocating Ester, Paul curled his legs under his belly and leapt from the ground. Paul used his bound hands outstretched and caught Ester’s left chain, bringing her to the ground as all three of them fell. As Ester desperately coughed and her body continued to spasm from the shock of having had Klaus’s forceful cock down her throat again, Paul undid the chains from Ester’s neck. This allowed Ester to yank the gag out of her mouth as a gunshot echoed violently through the room.
Klaus had been enjoying the feel of this young bitch’s throat once more, her gagging, her struggling, but most of all, the look upon her brother’s stricken face. He groaned, moaned, made a show of Ester as he held her head still. He reflected it wouldn’t be long before Ester would retaliate and he will have met his goal. To his delight, it was her brother who retaliated first. Klaus was knocked off of his feet, even slightly stunned, but was quickly to his feet, pistol drawn. Taking aim, he pulled the trigger catching her brother in the shoulder and relishing the sound of his muffled screams.
Ester’s screams however, were crystal clear. “Paul!!! Oh my God!!! My dear Paul!!!” Ester cried as her brother groaned and his blood began to spill onto the basement floor. Ripping her panties out of his mouth, Ester stood, cuffs still on with her chains by her side. Wide eyed, Ester stared at his smirking face as she gasped for air with pure hatred in her eye. With one sudden movement, Ester whipped her hand as if she was going to strike his face. Her hand missed of course, but her chain whipped across his face with a vengeance. She didn’t care as she heard Max eagerly run down the stairs, undoubtedly having heard the gunshot. She didn’t care as the Commander threw his full weight into the middle of her back, making it difficult for her to breathe and impossible for her to move. With all of the strength she could muster she screamed, “You told me if I did as I was told you wouldn’t kill my family!!!! You lied to me!!!”
Emil had heard the screams from nearly half way down the street, but Max had beat him down stairs and had an iron grip on the bound boys arm just below where it was shot. He was pulling and ripping at the skin, and probably would have torn the boys arm off in Emil hadn't barked an order for the dog to heel. It quickly released the boys arm without anymore interest and came to sit by his side. Max whimpered as Ester screamed, wanting to DO something with all of the ruckus going around. To get control of the situation he banged Ester's head against the hard floor with enough force to knock her unconscious, but he was careful not to smash her skull in. With her body limp underneath him he stood up and looked between Klaus, and the bleeding boy.
"Why didn't you inform me of this idea?"
Klaus licked his lips nervously, "I thought you were gone." He knew he had sufficient power to act on his own, and there was little Emil would do but give him a soft slap on the wrists for what had happened. It was only a Jew, but the Commander's eyes were blazing brightly which meant he was quite angry: that meant anything could happen.
"Get him cleaned up and get a doctor to fix his arm up, then lock him in one of the spare bedrooms."
With his beady eyes jumping from side to side Klaus thought about what Emil was asking, and then nodded and ran outside to fetch some soldiers to help him carry the body. He returned to find Emil sitting on the bed, and the soldiers rapidly cleared the room out and cleaned up the blood.
"Klaus," Emil said softly, "If he dies and it ruins her, I am not going to be happy with you."
"Yes sir!"
Emil watched the fine young officer leave. There were many reasons Emil hadn't shot the man immediately, the least of them not being the friends he had in powerful places. However the most important reason this time was because of how devious and good Klaus's plan was, he just hadn't had the control to keep them all inline. Glancing down at Ester's body, he noticed the blood on her chain and remembered the scratch on Klaus's face. Well... He hadn't had to do too much thinking about her punishment, now had he? With something halfway between a grimace and a smile he picked up her light form and carried her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes up the stairs and down the long hallways to the sweet that was adjoining the Master bedroom. This was one of the few rooms in the house he had changed to fit his... Sadistic enjoyments...
It was a playroom, quite simply. The huge window facing the slave camp was currently covered with thick curtains and there were plenty of frightening looking machines in the place, but the most frightening had to be the bed against the wall across from the window. It had big shiny chains hanging from all four corners which were obviously used for holding slaves still as their innocence was stolen from them, but what made it worse was the thick plastic stretching over the mattress that would crackle with every movement. More importantly it kept any blood from staining the white comforter, so obviously it was not simply used as a place of pleasure, but a place of torture. This was also in evidence with the numerous cruel looking whips and knives that hung from the walls.
Emil placed Ester on the bed on her tummy and removed the thin chains from her wrists, only to replace them with the much larger ones already attached to the bed frame itself. These were tightened until she was a human X on the large bed, her lithe body stretched and unable to protect itself. The gag he left in her mouth for the moment, for he knew he was going to want to hear her scream, she really hadn't yet.
As he waited for her to wake up he pulled a few different instruments from their various storage spots. A rawhide whip. A few clamps. A few candles that he lit to ready the wax. A small first aid kit and some water. Last and most reverently he removed his razor sharp combat knife from it's sheath on his ankle and placed it on the night stand next to the bed.
Finally growing bored of her light sleep and knowing that she was truly resting by this point Emil took a smelling salt capsule from the first aid kit and busted it open just underneath her nose. He laughed as she started awake and then squinted at the bright light that shown down on her white skin like a searchlight. She would barley be able to see him, perhaps a few shadows moving in the darkness, but little more until his hands burst into the light and began rubbing her smooth skin. He rubbed her back and over her ass as he said what he had to say, "Ester you've been a bad girl. First you let my lunch get cold, then you teased me with your mouth, lastly you hurt my lieutenant who was only defending himself and did not. I repeat. Did not kill your brother. He injured him, and the doctors are doing their best to take care of your brother, but... If he dies... If he dies, it will be your fault for enticing him to die. Whatever you said, whatever you did. It made him try to do something so desperate that the only ending was his painful death. For that and your other transgressions you are going to be punished."
Emil's hands quickly disappeared into the darkness as he took hold of his black leather whip and pulled it out with his hands; testing it's strength. With no warning he sliced it through the air and let it fall across her unblemished skin. A thin red line appeared across her back stretching between her shoulders blades, then another, and another. Three slices that began to ooze small droplets of blood. Three swings for her three sins, but Emil would go no further with that whip. He was too good with it and it was too strong for her small body. The sound of her screams and site of her struggling frame made his cock hard. He set the whip down picked up his knife. His free hand shot into the light and began rubbing between her spread legs, then the knife quickly darted in and out of the light; slicing her panties off. Once again, darkness. Then the light tinted slightly red, and from high above hot wax began to drip like the rain all over her small butt, dripping between her legs, and on the back of her sensitive thighs. Once one candle was done he set it down, before picking up the second and beginning again: this time over her cut back. The third he was saving... For when he flipped her little body over.
"Why didn't you inform me of this idea?"
Klaus licked his lips nervously, "I thought you were gone." He knew he had sufficient power to act on his own, and there was little Emil would do but give him a soft slap on the wrists for what had happened. It was only a Jew, but the Commander's eyes were blazing brightly which meant he was quite angry: that meant anything could happen.
"Get him cleaned up and get a doctor to fix his arm up, then lock him in one of the spare bedrooms."
With his beady eyes jumping from side to side Klaus thought about what Emil was asking, and then nodded and ran outside to fetch some soldiers to help him carry the body. He returned to find Emil sitting on the bed, and the soldiers rapidly cleared the room out and cleaned up the blood.
"Klaus," Emil said softly, "If he dies and it ruins her, I am not going to be happy with you."
"Yes sir!"
Emil watched the fine young officer leave. There were many reasons Emil hadn't shot the man immediately, the least of them not being the friends he had in powerful places. However the most important reason this time was because of how devious and good Klaus's plan was, he just hadn't had the control to keep them all inline. Glancing down at Ester's body, he noticed the blood on her chain and remembered the scratch on Klaus's face. Well... He hadn't had to do too much thinking about her punishment, now had he? With something halfway between a grimace and a smile he picked up her light form and carried her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes up the stairs and down the long hallways to the sweet that was adjoining the Master bedroom. This was one of the few rooms in the house he had changed to fit his... Sadistic enjoyments...
It was a playroom, quite simply. The huge window facing the slave camp was currently covered with thick curtains and there were plenty of frightening looking machines in the place, but the most frightening had to be the bed against the wall across from the window. It had big shiny chains hanging from all four corners which were obviously used for holding slaves still as their innocence was stolen from them, but what made it worse was the thick plastic stretching over the mattress that would crackle with every movement. More importantly it kept any blood from staining the white comforter, so obviously it was not simply used as a place of pleasure, but a place of torture. This was also in evidence with the numerous cruel looking whips and knives that hung from the walls.
Emil placed Ester on the bed on her tummy and removed the thin chains from her wrists, only to replace them with the much larger ones already attached to the bed frame itself. These were tightened until she was a human X on the large bed, her lithe body stretched and unable to protect itself. The gag he left in her mouth for the moment, for he knew he was going to want to hear her scream, she really hadn't yet.
As he waited for her to wake up he pulled a few different instruments from their various storage spots. A rawhide whip. A few clamps. A few candles that he lit to ready the wax. A small first aid kit and some water. Last and most reverently he removed his razor sharp combat knife from it's sheath on his ankle and placed it on the night stand next to the bed.
Finally growing bored of her light sleep and knowing that she was truly resting by this point Emil took a smelling salt capsule from the first aid kit and busted it open just underneath her nose. He laughed as she started awake and then squinted at the bright light that shown down on her white skin like a searchlight. She would barley be able to see him, perhaps a few shadows moving in the darkness, but little more until his hands burst into the light and began rubbing her smooth skin. He rubbed her back and over her ass as he said what he had to say, "Ester you've been a bad girl. First you let my lunch get cold, then you teased me with your mouth, lastly you hurt my lieutenant who was only defending himself and did not. I repeat. Did not kill your brother. He injured him, and the doctors are doing their best to take care of your brother, but... If he dies... If he dies, it will be your fault for enticing him to die. Whatever you said, whatever you did. It made him try to do something so desperate that the only ending was his painful death. For that and your other transgressions you are going to be punished."
Emil's hands quickly disappeared into the darkness as he took hold of his black leather whip and pulled it out with his hands; testing it's strength. With no warning he sliced it through the air and let it fall across her unblemished skin. A thin red line appeared across her back stretching between her shoulders blades, then another, and another. Three slices that began to ooze small droplets of blood. Three swings for her three sins, but Emil would go no further with that whip. He was too good with it and it was too strong for her small body. The sound of her screams and site of her struggling frame made his cock hard. He set the whip down picked up his knife. His free hand shot into the light and began rubbing between her spread legs, then the knife quickly darted in and out of the light; slicing her panties off. Once again, darkness. Then the light tinted slightly red, and from high above hot wax began to drip like the rain all over her small butt, dripping between her legs, and on the back of her sensitive thighs. Once one candle was done he set it down, before picking up the second and beginning again: this time over her cut back. The third he was saving... For when he flipped her little body over.
Paul struggled and screamed as the German Shepard named Max roughly dug his teeth into his unprotected arm and pulled. However, as suddenly as the dog's attack was brought on, the dog was pulled away by a single word. Looking up through his tears and fury, Paul saw the Commander in his full height and weight knock his baby sister's head into the ground, silencing her screams. The two sentences that Ester had screamed made him understand why she had allowed herself to be used this way and what form of control they had over her. "Ester! Ester wake up!" He called out, trying to squirm his way towards his sister. Before his outstretched fingers could reach her hand, he was stopped by the rough grips of soldiers, preparing to haul him away to the doctor for emergency treatment. Silently, he let them drag him away, staring at Ester with a pained expression until he could not see her anymore.
With Klaus ever present, Paul was transported to a building on the opposite side of the slave camp that was usually used for experimentation. This is where the Dr. resided. A quick inspection of his arm revealed that the dog bite had actually torn a clean path for the bullet to fall out of, leaving nothing but the task of stitching his torn skin. It would scar, but his arm would still be usable, if not back to where it had been prior to the incident within the month. The Dr did his work in silence, making Paul nervous as guards stood at attention around the bed. The Dr finished his stitching with precision before waving him away in favor of another man to whom he was trying to attach a foreign leg to.
Paul sat in the car in a daze. Surely now he would be dropped back off at the camp where he had been picked up, but no, he was being driven back to the Villa. His resistance as two of the soldiers dirtied their hands trying to pry him from the car landed a few more punches to the gut and face until he was willing to comply. Klaus had had enough of entertaining the Jew who he believed should be dead and so he whispered into Paul's ear as he led him down the halls towards the room that would best fit the Commander's needs. "You listen to me you filth. I would kill you sooner than look at you, but you have a special interest to fullfill for your masters. Now..." Swiftly Klaus kicked open the door where a simple metal chair waited in the middle of the room. Forcing Paul into the chair, the two soldiers preceded to wrap thick leather straps around his body, strapping his arms against the arm rests, his legs against the legs of the chair, and his chest and neck against the back of the chair. In one side of the room was a tube that transferred sound from one particular room in the house, to this room. Klaus recalled the Commander referring to it as his 'playroom'. "Now, sit back and enjoy the show." He grinned as he left the two soldiers standing on either side of Paul. A horrifying scream filled the room a few moments later, a scream with which Paul was familiar. He immediately began to strain against his binds, but the electrodes that were sewn into the leather bindings responded to pressure, sending a painful, yet not lethal, amount of voltage through his body.
Ester remembered the sight of her brother's blood, the dog, the Commander, and then nothing. Her body slowly relaxed, even as she was hoisted into an unnatural position against an uncomfortable bed. It was the shocking smell of salt and vinegar that jolted her back into the reality she had been trying to escape. Ester squinted her eyes as she tried to adjust to the painfully bright light. Pulling on both her arms and legs she found that she was completely trapped and unable to move. The thought panicked her as she felt the Commander's hand gently run down her spine to rest on her butt. Her heart raced as he spoke of her crimes, but a wave of relief crashed against her as she heard that her brother had not died yet. Ester let out a sob of gratitude for it was God that had saved him. The Commander's words of good news didn't come without a punishing finish however. The last phrase he had signaled to him was to tell their mama and papa that she was dead. Had she pushed him to it? Or had he planned to retaliate all along? These were things that she needed to know later, but for now the shadows in this room, the promise of punishment, and the spot light focusing squarely on her small body made her quiver in fear.
Then, as if to justify her fear, the first lash of the whip came across her back, forcing a scream of surprise and pain to erupt from her lungs. She immediately began to resist her chains, creating loud crackling sounds as she desperately thrashed her body in an attempt to escape from the pain. The second came as swiftly and unexpectedly as the first, forcing tears to fall from her face and collect on the plastic wrap along with her blood. Ester was sobbing by the third stroke, begging against her gag for him to stop. Esters legs began to shake violently as she felt his touch and saw the razor sharp knife come into her view. To her temporary relief, he was merely removing her panties from her person. Ester prepared herself for what she thought would come next, another beating against her still sore butt cheeks. However, as hot wax rained down and solidified against her tender skin, Ester began to lose her mind in the pain. Ester screeched and thrashed as the punishing liquid traveled in between her legs, scorching her in the most tenderous of places. The cuts, which by now were streaming blood down her back and onto the plastic, were the next victims of the hot wax. The pain was so great for Ester that as she tried to escape from the pain, she accidentally pulled her left arm out of it's socket, only adding to her suffering. Ester hiccuped and sobbed as the wax dried across her back, in between her legs, butt, and thighs. The worst feeling Ester had at this moment was, was that the Commander wasn't finished yet.
Ester begged and pleaded against her gag, but it was barely audible between her sobs and the gag combined. For an instant, Ester's wide, fearful eyes were able to catch the eyes of the Commander's as he prepared his next move.
With Klaus ever present, Paul was transported to a building on the opposite side of the slave camp that was usually used for experimentation. This is where the Dr. resided. A quick inspection of his arm revealed that the dog bite had actually torn a clean path for the bullet to fall out of, leaving nothing but the task of stitching his torn skin. It would scar, but his arm would still be usable, if not back to where it had been prior to the incident within the month. The Dr did his work in silence, making Paul nervous as guards stood at attention around the bed. The Dr finished his stitching with precision before waving him away in favor of another man to whom he was trying to attach a foreign leg to.
Paul sat in the car in a daze. Surely now he would be dropped back off at the camp where he had been picked up, but no, he was being driven back to the Villa. His resistance as two of the soldiers dirtied their hands trying to pry him from the car landed a few more punches to the gut and face until he was willing to comply. Klaus had had enough of entertaining the Jew who he believed should be dead and so he whispered into Paul's ear as he led him down the halls towards the room that would best fit the Commander's needs. "You listen to me you filth. I would kill you sooner than look at you, but you have a special interest to fullfill for your masters. Now..." Swiftly Klaus kicked open the door where a simple metal chair waited in the middle of the room. Forcing Paul into the chair, the two soldiers preceded to wrap thick leather straps around his body, strapping his arms against the arm rests, his legs against the legs of the chair, and his chest and neck against the back of the chair. In one side of the room was a tube that transferred sound from one particular room in the house, to this room. Klaus recalled the Commander referring to it as his 'playroom'. "Now, sit back and enjoy the show." He grinned as he left the two soldiers standing on either side of Paul. A horrifying scream filled the room a few moments later, a scream with which Paul was familiar. He immediately began to strain against his binds, but the electrodes that were sewn into the leather bindings responded to pressure, sending a painful, yet not lethal, amount of voltage through his body.
Ester remembered the sight of her brother's blood, the dog, the Commander, and then nothing. Her body slowly relaxed, even as she was hoisted into an unnatural position against an uncomfortable bed. It was the shocking smell of salt and vinegar that jolted her back into the reality she had been trying to escape. Ester squinted her eyes as she tried to adjust to the painfully bright light. Pulling on both her arms and legs she found that she was completely trapped and unable to move. The thought panicked her as she felt the Commander's hand gently run down her spine to rest on her butt. Her heart raced as he spoke of her crimes, but a wave of relief crashed against her as she heard that her brother had not died yet. Ester let out a sob of gratitude for it was God that had saved him. The Commander's words of good news didn't come without a punishing finish however. The last phrase he had signaled to him was to tell their mama and papa that she was dead. Had she pushed him to it? Or had he planned to retaliate all along? These were things that she needed to know later, but for now the shadows in this room, the promise of punishment, and the spot light focusing squarely on her small body made her quiver in fear.
Then, as if to justify her fear, the first lash of the whip came across her back, forcing a scream of surprise and pain to erupt from her lungs. She immediately began to resist her chains, creating loud crackling sounds as she desperately thrashed her body in an attempt to escape from the pain. The second came as swiftly and unexpectedly as the first, forcing tears to fall from her face and collect on the plastic wrap along with her blood. Ester was sobbing by the third stroke, begging against her gag for him to stop. Esters legs began to shake violently as she felt his touch and saw the razor sharp knife come into her view. To her temporary relief, he was merely removing her panties from her person. Ester prepared herself for what she thought would come next, another beating against her still sore butt cheeks. However, as hot wax rained down and solidified against her tender skin, Ester began to lose her mind in the pain. Ester screeched and thrashed as the punishing liquid traveled in between her legs, scorching her in the most tenderous of places. The cuts, which by now were streaming blood down her back and onto the plastic, were the next victims of the hot wax. The pain was so great for Ester that as she tried to escape from the pain, she accidentally pulled her left arm out of it's socket, only adding to her suffering. Ester hiccuped and sobbed as the wax dried across her back, in between her legs, butt, and thighs. The worst feeling Ester had at this moment was, was that the Commander wasn't finished yet.
Ester begged and pleaded against her gag, but it was barely audible between her sobs and the gag combined. For an instant, Ester's wide, fearful eyes were able to catch the eyes of the Commander's as he prepared his next move.
Somewhere in the darkness Emil took a deep breath. His lungs were filled with the smell of wax, burnt hair, blood, and most of all the scent of fear. I dripped from every pore on Ester's young body and was the reason that she quivered so violently. Hard enough to send a sickening crack through the entire room that even made him cringe as she dislocated her arm. Knowing it would only get worse if he didn't fix it, Emil decided to leave it along for now, to show her that he would gladly allow her to hurt herself if she wanted to do so for his amusement. "Is that more you are asking for little slut? More punishment for your horrible crimes? I hope it is, for it if is mercy you are begging for you should know that there is none here. The Third Reich has no mercy for those who bleed the master race and dirty the pure blood of our ancestors, only hate, and anger."
The propaganda bullshit he was spilling was the easiest to come up with; his own personal feelings on the matter were just that, personal. He enjoyed this too much, and if it were not for the war then he would be tried as a terrorist and a murderer, and that would really be no fun at all. This thought zipped through his head as he flicked a few pieces of dried wax off of Ester's should and then leaned on the dislocated joint a bit, just enough to get her to scream once again. The smartest part about Emil was the way he took his time, if anything was done to hard or two fast she would pass out and not be able to experience the full measure of the word pain: the way it was defined in his dictionary. After separating it a bit more, Emil rapidly shoved the joint back into place. Another scream of pleasure was the perfect response. Then he disappeared back into the darkness.
There was a tinkling of chains, and then a violent crash as he removed her right wrist and right ankle and threw them to the other side of the bed. Then he latched them to that side before undoing her left ankle and left wrist, and flipping them back over the bed. It was tedious, but assured she had no chance to resist him at all and before she knew it she was tied, once again the human X, but on her back and staring straight up into the light.
"How many candles do you think I used Ester?" He asked softly, barely able to conceal the evil chuckle that he stifled in his throat. When all she did was mutter in pain, he repeated himself sharply, "How many candles did I use Ester?! Guess?" She murmured the word three, "A good guess. There have been three whips, so three candles would be natural... But I've only used two Ester. Just two."
The dramatic pause was exceptionally timed. Ester had pain and her brother on her mind, but it didn't take long for her to understand that there was a third candle, with hot molten wax in it, somewhere above her in the darkness ready to spread liquid fire across her body. Emil waited silently. He waited and waited, enjoying every nervous twitch of her young body as she searched and searched for the wax, finally, just as she began to relax and not a moment later he held the candle up high and tipped it over her body. The first stream ran from her armpit, across her breast, to the opposite hip and partway down her luscious little thighs. The second did the same thing, but starting at the opposing armpit and it happened a full ninety-seconds later. For the third and final splash Emil waited a full two minutes before holding the candle out into the light and tipping it directly over Ester's taut belly and letting the entire contents of the hot candle pour over her wrenching stomach until it slipped between her legs and began covering her tiny slit.
There he stopped, and watched with amusement at her reaction. It made him incredibly hard and he was more then ready to end his hardness and this entire scene, for he did have duties to attend at the camp, but he needed to cum. He slid onto the bed with his cock out from his trousers. Even with all of the days activity it took two quick plunges into her throat before he exploded into her mouth; this time he was careful to leave his entire load on her tongue rather then in her throat, so it wasn't quite as easy to swallow with her groaning and crying at the moment. "You've served your punishment to me Ester," He leaned over to kiss her gently on the forehead before adding one last demoralizing blow, "But Klaus will be giving your bath." Then he was gone taking his knife with him, out the door with Max on his heels as he zipped up his fly, put his trench coat back on and headed straight out the door. Max barked happily as he was allowed to run freely, but all the while wary of his masters voice, ready to come to his side at a moments notice.
Klaus snickered as tears streamed down Paul's face. The latest batch caused by the Commander's orders, "You hear that you rat? I get to give you're pretty little virgin sister a bath. Clean her all up, so that she can get nice and dirty again." The lieutenant was quite pleased with how things had turned out, he would get his chance to get back at that little cunt, and Paul was still around to watch it all happen.
"Go draw a bath," Klaus ordered to one of the soldiers, and then to the other, "You help me move him."
Together they picked Paul up in the chair and brought him to the bathroom, off of the second largest room in the house which was of course Klaus's. "Untie him from the chair and bind his arms tightly behind his back, find a collar. Then put him in the tub. I'll be right back with the girl, watch him." Klaus whisked out of the bathroom and down the hall, his sharp boots echoing loudly, upon entering the room he took a few moments to revel in the glory of the site before him. A tear stained, angelic face with just a bit of cum lining her chin and cheeks. Blood oozing and drying on her back, hot wax stuck fast to the cuts and all over her smooth skin. She obviously heard him enter, and when she began to quiver; knowing that it was him in the room, Klaus spoke. "It's time to get you all cleaned up Ester! We've got someone very special to aide you..."
Roughly Klaus unshackled Ester and fit her wrist cuffs from earlier back on, but this time there were no chains. They simply latched together behind her back. He did remove the open gag though, and replaced it with her knifed panties, which he tied tightly into her mouth with a leather strand. Upon returning to the bathroom with her he found her brother strapped up tightly and on his knees in the tub, the water up to just above his waist. When Ester tried to resist and hide her nakedness from her brother Klaus simply picked her up and pushed her down into the tub, he held her there until she calmed slightly, but he knew the blush would never wear from her cheeks. He undid the cuffs behind her back and quickly latched them to the railing on the outside of the tub. Two more cuffs were slipped on her ankles and locked to the rail closer to Paul.
"The water will remove some of the wax," Klaus stated, "But you'll have to do the rest with your mouth Paul. If she is not clean in one half hour. Then i will be doing the cleaning. And I will be using this." He held up the same whip that Emil had used to draw the screams from Ester earlier. There was still wet blood dripping from it, and from the fear in Ester's eyes everyone in the room knew she would not be able to survive such a beating, "Well... You best get started."
The propaganda bullshit he was spilling was the easiest to come up with; his own personal feelings on the matter were just that, personal. He enjoyed this too much, and if it were not for the war then he would be tried as a terrorist and a murderer, and that would really be no fun at all. This thought zipped through his head as he flicked a few pieces of dried wax off of Ester's should and then leaned on the dislocated joint a bit, just enough to get her to scream once again. The smartest part about Emil was the way he took his time, if anything was done to hard or two fast she would pass out and not be able to experience the full measure of the word pain: the way it was defined in his dictionary. After separating it a bit more, Emil rapidly shoved the joint back into place. Another scream of pleasure was the perfect response. Then he disappeared back into the darkness.
There was a tinkling of chains, and then a violent crash as he removed her right wrist and right ankle and threw them to the other side of the bed. Then he latched them to that side before undoing her left ankle and left wrist, and flipping them back over the bed. It was tedious, but assured she had no chance to resist him at all and before she knew it she was tied, once again the human X, but on her back and staring straight up into the light.
"How many candles do you think I used Ester?" He asked softly, barely able to conceal the evil chuckle that he stifled in his throat. When all she did was mutter in pain, he repeated himself sharply, "How many candles did I use Ester?! Guess?" She murmured the word three, "A good guess. There have been three whips, so three candles would be natural... But I've only used two Ester. Just two."
The dramatic pause was exceptionally timed. Ester had pain and her brother on her mind, but it didn't take long for her to understand that there was a third candle, with hot molten wax in it, somewhere above her in the darkness ready to spread liquid fire across her body. Emil waited silently. He waited and waited, enjoying every nervous twitch of her young body as she searched and searched for the wax, finally, just as she began to relax and not a moment later he held the candle up high and tipped it over her body. The first stream ran from her armpit, across her breast, to the opposite hip and partway down her luscious little thighs. The second did the same thing, but starting at the opposing armpit and it happened a full ninety-seconds later. For the third and final splash Emil waited a full two minutes before holding the candle out into the light and tipping it directly over Ester's taut belly and letting the entire contents of the hot candle pour over her wrenching stomach until it slipped between her legs and began covering her tiny slit.
There he stopped, and watched with amusement at her reaction. It made him incredibly hard and he was more then ready to end his hardness and this entire scene, for he did have duties to attend at the camp, but he needed to cum. He slid onto the bed with his cock out from his trousers. Even with all of the days activity it took two quick plunges into her throat before he exploded into her mouth; this time he was careful to leave his entire load on her tongue rather then in her throat, so it wasn't quite as easy to swallow with her groaning and crying at the moment. "You've served your punishment to me Ester," He leaned over to kiss her gently on the forehead before adding one last demoralizing blow, "But Klaus will be giving your bath." Then he was gone taking his knife with him, out the door with Max on his heels as he zipped up his fly, put his trench coat back on and headed straight out the door. Max barked happily as he was allowed to run freely, but all the while wary of his masters voice, ready to come to his side at a moments notice.
Klaus snickered as tears streamed down Paul's face. The latest batch caused by the Commander's orders, "You hear that you rat? I get to give you're pretty little virgin sister a bath. Clean her all up, so that she can get nice and dirty again." The lieutenant was quite pleased with how things had turned out, he would get his chance to get back at that little cunt, and Paul was still around to watch it all happen.
"Go draw a bath," Klaus ordered to one of the soldiers, and then to the other, "You help me move him."
Together they picked Paul up in the chair and brought him to the bathroom, off of the second largest room in the house which was of course Klaus's. "Untie him from the chair and bind his arms tightly behind his back, find a collar. Then put him in the tub. I'll be right back with the girl, watch him." Klaus whisked out of the bathroom and down the hall, his sharp boots echoing loudly, upon entering the room he took a few moments to revel in the glory of the site before him. A tear stained, angelic face with just a bit of cum lining her chin and cheeks. Blood oozing and drying on her back, hot wax stuck fast to the cuts and all over her smooth skin. She obviously heard him enter, and when she began to quiver; knowing that it was him in the room, Klaus spoke. "It's time to get you all cleaned up Ester! We've got someone very special to aide you..."
Roughly Klaus unshackled Ester and fit her wrist cuffs from earlier back on, but this time there were no chains. They simply latched together behind her back. He did remove the open gag though, and replaced it with her knifed panties, which he tied tightly into her mouth with a leather strand. Upon returning to the bathroom with her he found her brother strapped up tightly and on his knees in the tub, the water up to just above his waist. When Ester tried to resist and hide her nakedness from her brother Klaus simply picked her up and pushed her down into the tub, he held her there until she calmed slightly, but he knew the blush would never wear from her cheeks. He undid the cuffs behind her back and quickly latched them to the railing on the outside of the tub. Two more cuffs were slipped on her ankles and locked to the rail closer to Paul.
"The water will remove some of the wax," Klaus stated, "But you'll have to do the rest with your mouth Paul. If she is not clean in one half hour. Then i will be doing the cleaning. And I will be using this." He held up the same whip that Emil had used to draw the screams from Ester earlier. There was still wet blood dripping from it, and from the fear in Ester's eyes everyone in the room knew she would not be able to survive such a beating, "Well... You best get started."
The Commander's words of hatred towards Ester and her previous actions served nothing to stop her screaming as her throbbing joint contributed to her pain. She had continued to beg, right up until the point at which he applied some of his weight to her injured arm. As her bone painfully twisted underneath her skin she screamed out of pain, panic, and fear. "I-IF he breaks it...This punishment will last much l-longer than it would have taken for my back to heal!" Her eyes were wide as he lifted his weight off of her, causing her body to bob slightly from the reduction in tension across the chains. With one satisfying shove Ester was able to cry out in pleasure as her arm was relocated to it's proper position.
His disappearance back into the darkness made Ester cry harder as she realized that her punishment had not ended. As her arm dropped from its chain Ester was too disoriented and scared to resist the Commander as he re-shackled her small body until she was facing the light with her body stretched out in the same figure X.
Ester sobbed as he asked his question, unable to come up with a reasonable estimate or reply that could be understood. His bark made her jump and on instinct she guessed that he had used three for the three times he had lashed his whip across her body. She was surprised to hear that she was close to being accurate, but not close enough. Through her pain and misery she realized why she had been chained back up, there was still one more candle that had not been used. Ester began her sobbing and begging again as this realization dawned on her, but even as she desperately strained her eyes to find the candle, she could neither see nor feel one. Still, her body twitched at even the softest sound that now seemed to fill the room. Minutes passed before she was able to draw in a deep breath of relief as she came to the conclusion he had done this to watch her squirm. Without missing a beat, as she exhaled, pain quickly erupted from her shoulder, across her belly, and to her hip as she felt like she had been set on fire, renewing her screams once more. Ester sobbed as she connected the pattern of her pain to one half of an X and that the other half still remained. Ester cried and resisted her chains again as she waited, but a minute passed an nothing happened, "Did he already use the entire candle?" Ester had hoped in vein. Her hopes were dashed another thirty seconds later as he scorched her skin going the opposite direction. Ester arched her back and threw her head backwards as another scream erupted from her sore throat. As the pain eased with the cooling of the wax, Ester once again foolishly began to relax. Her foolishness was realized as the remaining contents of the candle were splashed onto her shaking belly and slid down to cover her slit with thick wax.
Ester whimpered and pleaded as she heard the crackling of plastic not created by her own body. To her strange relief, he was simply hard and needed a place to cum. Her mouth being the obvious orphus to choose, Ester barely noticed the two quick grinds down her sore throat that lead to an eruption on her tongue. The contents of his load slowly, almost too slowly, slid down her throat, strangely providing liquid relief to her pain as she began to believe that her punishment was over. Ester coughed, forcing some of his semen to land on her cheek and drip down her quivering chin, but she was able to swallow the bulk of it as he lightly kissed her forehead. She had survived and for that, she was relieved. Her horror was only just realized as the Commander informed her who would be bathing her, the same man she had cut with her chain and who had hated her the moment he saw her, the Lieutenant Klaus. Ester whimpered and begged for him not to leave, but alas, with Max behind him, he did leave her in the darkness of that room.
Too soon were the sounds of Klaus's boots entering the room, forcing her entire body to shake violently as she prepared herself. Fresh tears ran down her cheeks as she began to hyperventilate from the fear of not being able to see him in the darkness. He could appear from anywhere and she could do nothing about it. A part of her believed that he would use acid to clean away the wax, but she also realized that that would disfigure her and most likely not make the Commander happy. His final sentence is what struck her with fear, she didn't believe that it could be her brother who was undoubtedly still recovering from his wounds, so had he brought another member of her family to torment her? Before she had time to ponder the possibility further she was roughly flopped onto the bed producing a groan as her cuts came in contact with the plastic. Ester screamed as the skin on her back was mashed together to hold her arms fast, leading to a few more lines of blood to go dripping onto the plastic.
As his sister entered the bathroom Paul groaned from the source of his own moral and physical pain to see her in such as state. He wanted nothing more than to protect her, and yet he sat powerless in the steaming hot water as she was forced down, burns, cuts, and all producing an ear shattering scream that echoed off of the walls in the bathroom. "Shhh...shhh" He whispered as her screams were reduced to tears and he moved closer to her. His legs had not been tied and he soon realized why, he would be cleaning his baby sister with his own mouth, but to do so he would need access to both her front and back. The terror that ran through Esters face was she stared wide eyed at the whip confirmed the fact that it would have to be him that cleaned her. Wasting no time he stepped over Ester's outstretched arm and knelt down behind her back. The site of the blood spilling into the water, the wax that had been used to seal parts of the horrifying cuts, and her quivering muscles made a flurry of rage race through his body.
With a time limit on both of them, Paul wasted no time. Leaning his head down he whispered into Ester's small ear, "I-I'm doing this because I have to. Please be patient with me." Her soft nod and the lowering of her head was enough of an acknowledgment for him to latch his lips on her shoulders and rapidly begin licking away the pieces of wax. Some came off rather simply, but other thicker globs required that he keep licking and occasionally run his teeth across her skin to relieve her of the wax. He noted that she was covered in goosebumps, despite the hot water, but pressed on, knowing his sister had no control of her body any longer.
He moved to her cuts, believing these would take him the longest. He sucked in as much blood as he did wax trying to tenderly clean the flesh that was flinching from pain. Occasionally he had no choice but to use his teeth against the cuts producing groans of pain from his little sister, "You must endure this..." He thought as he submurged his face below the water to clean her butt cheeks with his tongue. Most of the wax had been removed by the water, but some pieces still required his attention. Coming back up for air, he was informed by the mocking voice of Klaus that only thirteen minutes remained. He observed her back, removing a few remaining pieces of wax before quickly stepping over her right shoulder to face her from the front.
Paul swallowed back tears as he latched his mouth to her collar bone, producing a gasp of shock from his baby sister. The taste of wax and sweat were trapped in his mouth as he came to her left breast and tenderly sucked away the glob of wax stuck to the top of her nipple. He was able to clean the first half of the X in about three minutes. Her right breast required a lot more attention he found as his teeth gently grazed against her nipple which was sticking out by the time he had finished. Ester's soft gasps only verified in his mind why they were making him do this. He was not unfamiliar with sex and found no pleasure in doing this, but Ester was another story. Would they force her to cum as a result of her brother's touch for their own sick amusement?
The idea struck Paul like a sack of bricks as he noticed that the last thick glob of wax lead from her belly button to well below the water. "You have five minutes my boy...better finish in time...or.." Klaus's voice trailed, resolving Paul's conflict. He had to do this for his sister. Ripping away the wax that stuck to her belly he submurged his head until he was between her outstretched legs. Lifting his head for a breath he quickly and without hesitation, latched his lips to her slit and sucked, sucked hard to removed the thick glob of wax that had not been removed by the water. Ester's legs and slit were shaking as he felt her try to restrain herself, even as a little cum had managed to escape into his mouth. Then, just as he finished with a minute to spare, she came, her fluids trapping itself in his mouth and down his throat. He wretched back in disgust as he looked into her shamed position in the tub. Her entire face was red with humiliation, as was his, but she was clean of even a speck of wax.
His disappearance back into the darkness made Ester cry harder as she realized that her punishment had not ended. As her arm dropped from its chain Ester was too disoriented and scared to resist the Commander as he re-shackled her small body until she was facing the light with her body stretched out in the same figure X.
Ester sobbed as he asked his question, unable to come up with a reasonable estimate or reply that could be understood. His bark made her jump and on instinct she guessed that he had used three for the three times he had lashed his whip across her body. She was surprised to hear that she was close to being accurate, but not close enough. Through her pain and misery she realized why she had been chained back up, there was still one more candle that had not been used. Ester began her sobbing and begging again as this realization dawned on her, but even as she desperately strained her eyes to find the candle, she could neither see nor feel one. Still, her body twitched at even the softest sound that now seemed to fill the room. Minutes passed before she was able to draw in a deep breath of relief as she came to the conclusion he had done this to watch her squirm. Without missing a beat, as she exhaled, pain quickly erupted from her shoulder, across her belly, and to her hip as she felt like she had been set on fire, renewing her screams once more. Ester sobbed as she connected the pattern of her pain to one half of an X and that the other half still remained. Ester cried and resisted her chains again as she waited, but a minute passed an nothing happened, "Did he already use the entire candle?" Ester had hoped in vein. Her hopes were dashed another thirty seconds later as he scorched her skin going the opposite direction. Ester arched her back and threw her head backwards as another scream erupted from her sore throat. As the pain eased with the cooling of the wax, Ester once again foolishly began to relax. Her foolishness was realized as the remaining contents of the candle were splashed onto her shaking belly and slid down to cover her slit with thick wax.
Ester whimpered and pleaded as she heard the crackling of plastic not created by her own body. To her strange relief, he was simply hard and needed a place to cum. Her mouth being the obvious orphus to choose, Ester barely noticed the two quick grinds down her sore throat that lead to an eruption on her tongue. The contents of his load slowly, almost too slowly, slid down her throat, strangely providing liquid relief to her pain as she began to believe that her punishment was over. Ester coughed, forcing some of his semen to land on her cheek and drip down her quivering chin, but she was able to swallow the bulk of it as he lightly kissed her forehead. She had survived and for that, she was relieved. Her horror was only just realized as the Commander informed her who would be bathing her, the same man she had cut with her chain and who had hated her the moment he saw her, the Lieutenant Klaus. Ester whimpered and begged for him not to leave, but alas, with Max behind him, he did leave her in the darkness of that room.
Too soon were the sounds of Klaus's boots entering the room, forcing her entire body to shake violently as she prepared herself. Fresh tears ran down her cheeks as she began to hyperventilate from the fear of not being able to see him in the darkness. He could appear from anywhere and she could do nothing about it. A part of her believed that he would use acid to clean away the wax, but she also realized that that would disfigure her and most likely not make the Commander happy. His final sentence is what struck her with fear, she didn't believe that it could be her brother who was undoubtedly still recovering from his wounds, so had he brought another member of her family to torment her? Before she had time to ponder the possibility further she was roughly flopped onto the bed producing a groan as her cuts came in contact with the plastic. Ester screamed as the skin on her back was mashed together to hold her arms fast, leading to a few more lines of blood to go dripping onto the plastic.
As his sister entered the bathroom Paul groaned from the source of his own moral and physical pain to see her in such as state. He wanted nothing more than to protect her, and yet he sat powerless in the steaming hot water as she was forced down, burns, cuts, and all producing an ear shattering scream that echoed off of the walls in the bathroom. "Shhh...shhh" He whispered as her screams were reduced to tears and he moved closer to her. His legs had not been tied and he soon realized why, he would be cleaning his baby sister with his own mouth, but to do so he would need access to both her front and back. The terror that ran through Esters face was she stared wide eyed at the whip confirmed the fact that it would have to be him that cleaned her. Wasting no time he stepped over Ester's outstretched arm and knelt down behind her back. The site of the blood spilling into the water, the wax that had been used to seal parts of the horrifying cuts, and her quivering muscles made a flurry of rage race through his body.
With a time limit on both of them, Paul wasted no time. Leaning his head down he whispered into Ester's small ear, "I-I'm doing this because I have to. Please be patient with me." Her soft nod and the lowering of her head was enough of an acknowledgment for him to latch his lips on her shoulders and rapidly begin licking away the pieces of wax. Some came off rather simply, but other thicker globs required that he keep licking and occasionally run his teeth across her skin to relieve her of the wax. He noted that she was covered in goosebumps, despite the hot water, but pressed on, knowing his sister had no control of her body any longer.
He moved to her cuts, believing these would take him the longest. He sucked in as much blood as he did wax trying to tenderly clean the flesh that was flinching from pain. Occasionally he had no choice but to use his teeth against the cuts producing groans of pain from his little sister, "You must endure this..." He thought as he submurged his face below the water to clean her butt cheeks with his tongue. Most of the wax had been removed by the water, but some pieces still required his attention. Coming back up for air, he was informed by the mocking voice of Klaus that only thirteen minutes remained. He observed her back, removing a few remaining pieces of wax before quickly stepping over her right shoulder to face her from the front.
Paul swallowed back tears as he latched his mouth to her collar bone, producing a gasp of shock from his baby sister. The taste of wax and sweat were trapped in his mouth as he came to her left breast and tenderly sucked away the glob of wax stuck to the top of her nipple. He was able to clean the first half of the X in about three minutes. Her right breast required a lot more attention he found as his teeth gently grazed against her nipple which was sticking out by the time he had finished. Ester's soft gasps only verified in his mind why they were making him do this. He was not unfamiliar with sex and found no pleasure in doing this, but Ester was another story. Would they force her to cum as a result of her brother's touch for their own sick amusement?
The idea struck Paul like a sack of bricks as he noticed that the last thick glob of wax lead from her belly button to well below the water. "You have five minutes my boy...better finish in time...or.." Klaus's voice trailed, resolving Paul's conflict. He had to do this for his sister. Ripping away the wax that stuck to her belly he submurged his head until he was between her outstretched legs. Lifting his head for a breath he quickly and without hesitation, latched his lips to her slit and sucked, sucked hard to removed the thick glob of wax that had not been removed by the water. Ester's legs and slit were shaking as he felt her try to restrain herself, even as a little cum had managed to escape into his mouth. Then, just as he finished with a minute to spare, she came, her fluids trapping itself in his mouth and down his throat. He wretched back in disgust as he looked into her shamed position in the tub. Her entire face was red with humiliation, as was his, but she was clean of even a speck of wax.