Love After a Time of Hate (Closed for Kiari03)

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There was an obvious look of disappointment in Klaus's face as he noted the exceptional cleanliness that Paul had left his sister in. He had desperately wanted to use his whip. With a twitch of his upper lip he knew what the Commander would want him to do next, there needed to be some normalcy replaced into Ester's painful life. She would have to extend herself beyond her physical abilities, she had many more hours of work left, but at least the games were finished. The lieutenants shoulders slumped just a fraction, but everyone in the room realized that the fun was over. Even as Ester's face continued to burn brightly as she realized two lowly privates and Klaus himself had witnessed her pleasure at her brothers tongue. It seemed as if everyone was frozen at that moment, nobody knew what to do, least of all Klaus. Finally he pulled himself up taller and began giving orders, "Take the boy back to the doctor. Then return him to his rat hole, but do not let him near his family members. Keep him in solitary confinement. If the two of you fail in your duties I can promise that the Commander will hear about the two of you. Once you leave the doctors, tell him to come up with the villa. Now. Go."

Klaus's eyes were fixed on Ester as she desperately watched her brother leave. She was unable to speak with the gag in her mouth, so only her eyes could convey her emotions and she was too young to understand that everyone could read them. Her teary goodbye was filled with shame, but perhaps a bit of relief too as Klaus had forbidden contact between Paul and her family. That would delay their finding out of what had happened to her.

Once they were alone Klaus removed his uniformed shirt so that he was dressed only in his undershirt, pants, and boots. Then he reached into the cooling dirty water and opened the drain. He waited until the dirty water had mostly drained, then he opened up the faucet and allowed fresh water to clean most of the rest of the dirty tub. "I can't believe you really came on your brothers tongue," He said softly, with a chuckle. "You Jew's must have very fun parties, full of disgusting sex and dirty deeds. A massive rat orgy, hahah!"

First he removed her wrist cuffs from the side of the tub and clipped them behind her back, then he undid the cuffs that held her ankles to the tub and he stood her up. He marched her down the hallway and into a clean, white room. It was obviously used for house calls by the doctor. He forced her onto one of the medical beds and stretched her hands above her head, clipping them to the headboard. Then he clipped her ankles together and to the base of the bed so she was stretched out straight. Just before leaving Klaus stopped, pulled his arm back, and let the whip fly. It struck straight down her spine, crisscrossing all three of the smaller strikes that the Commander had made earlier. The scream let loose from her hoarse throat was more beautiful then anything Klaus had heard all day. He proceeded to coil the whip and return it to the Commander's playroom, by the time he had returned the doctor was busy cleaning her cuts and bandaging them. The mousy little man worked quickly, and thoroughly. He was always preoccupied with his experiments, but even with his mind elsewhere he was one of the best.

He left without a word. Klaus had retrieved some clothing for Ester. If not for the Commander he would have done without the soft cotton panties, that fit snugly over her tight butt, but Emil had some sort of fetish for the panties. The outfit was a simple maids pullover. After releasing her from her bonds it slipped over her head and draped across her body. There were two strange things about the outfit, however, there were two holes where her breasts were, revealing her small tits and emphasizing them. Then, there was s thick band that connected the front of her dress to the back. Besides making it impossible to remove the dress, it also rubbed between her unused slit and nestled into the crack of her cute butt. The last thing Klaus did was remove the small chains from his pocket and attaching them from her wrists to her neck, so that once again she could use her hands, but in a limited way. "Follow," He commanded once he was finished.

He walked her back to the kitchen, and approached the basement. However he turned at the last second to a door near the basement stairs. As he opened the door he revealed numerous normal cleaning supplies. Mops, brooms, rags, soaps, sprays, air fresheners. The works. None of them had funny knobs or handles. Klaus was sad about this, but the house needed to be cleaned and he was not yet allowed to use either of her fuck holes for the moment. Not until the Commander saw fit, "You will spend the rest of daylight and part of the night cleaning the house from top to bottom. If a door is locked you do not need to clean the room, but anything and everything else must be dusted, mopped, sponged, and swept. Failure to finish before the Commander falls asleep will result in punishment. Good luck." With a snappy turn on his glistening boots Klaus disappeared down the hallway, leaving Ester to her thoughts and deeds. He was frustrated with the tease of her final scream, and wanted more, so he took off for the prison camp to find some unlucky rat to take his desires out on...

Already down at the camp Emil had taken his walk through for the day. He had summarily executed two Jews for being sickly, at his camp they were fed well enough to do real work and get things done, but if any got sick they might infect the others. Quite calmly he had blow holes through their skulls as he moved on to the next Jew standing in line for inspection. Just before he was going to leave he spotted two privates from his villa carrying Ester's brother towards the solitary confinement. This he approved of, while the solitary existent could drive even the strongest Jews insane, it was also the cleanest area of the camp and would prevent the boy from dying from infection or communicating with his parents and giving them any inkling of hope for their daughter. Even though Emil smiled about the thought of their reactions when they learned how much cock she was sucking, he'd rather have them living under the pretense that their daughter was dead then alive and being embarrassed. For now.

However, the boy knew. Emil wondered what he thought, and approached the cell, "What is your name boy?" He asked softly through the grates of the cell.

"How much older are you then your sister?"

 

[Kiari03]

Ester hadn't taken notice of anyone's looks, but sat with her body stretched in the cooling water with the look of pure mortification. Even with her own brother, she hadn't been able to control herself. Was this normal? Sheepishly, she looked up to her brother, who, without missing a beat gave her one of his little winks. Back home, whenever she would mess up and get scolded he would always be waiting nearby to cheer her up. One of the ways he did this was by beginning their interaction with a wink that always brought a smile to her face. Today, it did not, but still it, it warmed her heart and brought a spark of light back into her eyes. Her heart sank as she heard the orders that would lead to his departure, but her spirits did rise ever so slightly as she heard that he was not to be permitted around their family. She had no doubt that he would never tell his family what she had just done, but he would have to tell them that she was alive. Ester didn't want that kind of burden on her mother. Not while her mother surely already had so much to worry about.

As the two privates grabbed her brother's arms her brother lurched forward enough to land his chest against hers in a strained form of a hug and whisper four words to her, "It's not your fault." Those words brought tears streaming down her face as she desperately wanted to be with her brother, her family, in her home, once more.

After her brother had left, Ester's tears quickly dried as she watched Klaus, fidgeting. She didn't believe she had anything to fear from his whip, after all, she was clean, but she still wanted to be nowhere near him without the Commander's supervision. His words cut and renewed the blush that had begun to fade to her face, but those same words didn't hurt as bad when she realized two things. One, he was surprised, but not serious. How could he be? She was a virgin for the time being and this was a well established fact. Two, he was trying to provoke her again. He was undoubtedly disappointed by his inability to use the whip even though she had done nothing but to further her humiliation.

Ester winced in pain as he folded her arms behind her back, thus reopening the cuts that had finally begun to seal off. As she stood, she did so shakingly, making her fall on her face as she tried to get out of the tub. In an instant, she was to her feet, not wishing to be punished more. As Klaus had led her down the hall, he did so painfully fast for Ester who wished to move no faster than the pace of a snail. Ester's heart began to return to a normal pace as she realized that her wounds would at least be looked at by a doctor. This was important to her because an infection in the winter could lead to death in a matter of days. As her hands were hoisted above her head a few tears of pain escaped as fresh blood began to drip from her wounds. Ester closed her eyes in relief as she began to realize that, for today at least, the games were finished. Then, without cause, reason, or warning her back erupted in agony as Klaus laid his strike against her back forcing a hoarse scream to force it's way out of her lungs. She had not heard Klaus leave, so as a pair of cold hands were placed on her back she began to sob and whimper in fear.

"Hush that crying. Now." The doctor had no patience for Ester, as she was not his to play with. A stream of cold water from a pitcher sent shivers down to Ester's bones as he tried to clean away as much blood as he could. Ester feared him to be cruel, but rather, he quickly and softly applied salve to her wounds that would disinfect and cool them. Then, he worked bandages around her that would keep the salve pressed against her and prevent any more bleeding for a while. "Make sure that they change the bandages at least once a day for the next week to prevent infection." He warned in monotone as Klaus began to enter the room. Ester recognized the sound of Klaus's boots as he entered the room and the sound made her shake violently.

Ester couldn't see him but she could feel him swiftly place a new pair of panties on her butt and release her from the table. Sitting up, Ester looked a little confused as she saw the dress. "Clothing?" She thought, having assumed that while she remained here, panties would be the extent of privacy she would be permitted. However, the outfit soon made since as she looked down at herself and saw her nipples sticking out of the fabric and felt the strange strap between her legs. It teased and chafed her a bit, but most noticeably it made it difficult for her to walk at first. Without hesitation Ester had followed, relieved to hear his instructions and to see normal cleaning utensils that she wouldn't have to learn how to use from an impossible position. Setting to work immediately, Ester began with the duster. It was always more efficient to start from the highest places down to the lowest.

Paul understood the female body enough to not hold it against his virgin sister when she came from his touch. Rather, he had anticipated it. He thought on the day's events as he sat in his solitary cell when a shadow came over him. There stood the Commander with a look of curiosity on his face. Ester may have been terrified of these two, but Paul was a little too old for that. "Paul" He replied with an answer that gave nothing more than was asked and was as snappy to reply as the Commander was to ask. "Four years."

Emil was intrigued. They were siblings but completely opposite in nature. Where Ester was lacking confidence and experience, her brother had obtained it. "Tell me. You have seen your sister suck my cock. How did it make you feel?"

With a tint of emotion Paul replied "Disgusted, but she's doing what she has to. Nothing more." He replied, feeding Emil another question.

"Nothing more you say?" A smile broke on Emil's face as he reminisced the kiss they had shared that morning and when his actions had made her cum. "I believe Ester would have...testified differently this morning as she came so easily to my touch." He smirked, trying to rub salt into her brother's wounds.

"So?" Paul asked, creating a raised eyebrow on Emil's face. "She just finished cumming to my touch as I was forced to clean her the wax from between her legs using nothing more than my mouth. She's a virgin. What do you expect? But then....maybe this is your first time as well?" Paul bit back, knowing he could be digging his own grave.

Emil could have and probably should have shot him, but he couldn't risk the mental affect that would have on his sister, not yet. "Oh my dear foolish rat....your sister's virginity will soon simply add to my collection. She will be ruined for other men when I am through with her, but please, feel free to pleasure yourself further with what remains." He laughed and walked placidly away as Paul sprung to his feet and reached through the bars, tears streaming down his face.

Ester had finished dusting and was now scrubbing the floors on hands in knees. Ester was unaware, but her butt was raised high in the air, exposing her crisp white panties, as she worked on a tough smudge on Emil's floor. Ester was unaware that he had returned and was leaning in the doorway, watching her.

 

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The hour was growing late and Ester had still not gotten to dinner. That was why Emil was standing in the doorway watching her cute little butt bob up and down as she scrubbed the floor from her knees. The stain she was attacking had happened not two days before she arrived, when the last slave girl had simply gotten in his way after one of his officers had pissed him off. "It was a shame," He said, startling Ester as he entered the room and walked passed her to sit on the bed. "She was such a pretty girl, the one before you, not quite so open minded as you have been but she eventually grew to learn enough. Quite fun to play with that one. Even though she had been here for a month she thought she was still smarter then all of us. I don't know if I've ever had as much fun as I did with her... But you... Well, you're quite the catch." Leaning over Emil stretched his hand out, took her chin, and pulled her close enough to lay a seductive kiss on her thin lips. It lasted for quite sometime, and ended with his tongue brushing over her lips sweetly.

"You'll never get that stain out in a hundred years," He commented, "Go get dinner ready. Use your imagination, they should have dropped off food a little while ago. Make sure everything is fresh, if it isn't there will be a lot of pain going around this house tonight. And you will not be exempt from it."

After Ester left Emil went about removing his uniform for the day. He carefully peeled off his military jacket and hung it up so that it would not wrinkle. His pants he simply tossed into the hamper as they were muddy from his visit to the prison. He placed his gun, knife, and watch all in the middle drawer of his dresser before pulling on his robe and slippers. Then he made his way down to the kitchen where he moved to his chair and watched Ester cook as he smoked a cigarette and sipped some brandy on the rocks. He could tell she was having a little problem with the strap between her legs, but he said nothing and instead took the lovely glances of her small breasts and cute ass in stride as she went about making him garlic steak, potatoes, and a Greek salad. It all smelled quite nicely, and even Max found his way into the kitchen because of the tasty aroma in the air.

Before he could get too annoying or too close to Ester, Emil called him to heel which he did obediently. The two of them waited patiently for the meal, and when it was done instead of putting Ester in her normal spot he ordered her to go back to cleaning, "And don't forget to do the laundry." He added just before she moved out of the kitchen; it was a lot of laundry and tiring work. That would take her a good couple of hours. It was enough time for Emil to finish eating and take another walk with Max through the town, by the time he returned home the laundry was done, kitchen cleaned, and she was just finishing up the bathroom. Emil was rightly impressed, she had cleaned most of the house and it only took her an hour longer then he'd expected and that was probably because of her having to stop for dinner. He could tell she was exhausted, hot, and slightly aroused from all of the sliding the rope had done between her legs.

Emil slipped into the bathroom and started the bath. Once Ester put away the cleaning utensils and came back to report she was done he removed the gag from her mouth, strap from between her legs, and had her slip out of both the maid outfit and panties she had been wearing. He drank in her shy, naked form; it glistened with sweat and juices that were dribbling between her legs. His cock hardened noticeably under the boxers and open robe. She noticed as did he. "Is there something you want Ester?" He could see the temptation in her eyes to say yes, but she was too innocent yet to know exactly what she wanted, and instead of teasing her any longer he tapped the side of the tub, "Come along, inside." He quickly stripped as well, and slid into the opposite side of the tub.

Sadly, Emil knew that this mornings fun could not be perfectly copied and even if it was it would not feel the same. She knew what to expect this time, if the blush on her face was any evidence of this. When he spoke he spoke softly and gently, "Ester... It's time to get clean, isn't it? You were a very dirty girl, and you made your brother even dirtier, didn't you? Ester... Come here, here is the soap. You can use your hands." He removed the handcuffs and slid them off her wrists before they got wet, so it was just her perfectly nude form, the collar, and her bandages. She looked like a beaten angel, bathed in glorious sweat, ready for a fun and interesting cleaning.

 

[Kiari03]

Ester hadn't noticed how much time had passed as the Commander stared at her from the doorway and made her jump in surprise as he softly began to speak, informing her of the girl she had replaced. Ester had found herself curious as she had been cleaning the house, having not found a trace of her existence or a word uttered from neither the Commander or Klaus. She flinched as his lips gently teased hers that had been stretched by her gag nearly all day. The memories of his cruelty and of the pain he had inflicted just a few hours before still weighed heavily on her mind. Her heart raced and beads of sweat formed, but still, his soft wet tongue was enough to send chills through her body.

Ester took a deep breath and sighed as she reflected that she too could be nothing more than a stain on the Commander's floor before this was all said and done. Rising to her feet, her brushed long brown strands out of her confused green eyes as she went to inspect the food that had been delivered. She found premium cuts of steak, potatoes so fresh that dirt was still clumped to the roots, some garlic, salt, fresh lettuce, and cheese. As Ester cooked she was sure to keep a close eye on both the Commander and Max, unsure who might attack her. After an hour of cooking over a hot stove around aromas that made her food starved mouth water, Ester was finished. She had to suppress a grunt of disappointment as she missed yet another meal that she had cooked. Quickly, Ester left the room to bury her nose in the sweet, yet uneatable, smell of soap.

Ester was an efficient cleaner, she did so quickly and precisely. Even though the chores that had been given to her injured self had been many without a moment for a break. It wasn't until Ester was completing her cleaning in the master bathroom that Ester heard the Commander again. She had been scrubbing painfully hard to remove the remaining wax that had stuck itself to the sides of the tub. The wax had begun to draw tears to her eyes when she jumped to her feet at hearing the Commander enter the room. She collected her filthy cloths, buckets, and mop to return them to their places, hoping that as she returned she would be permitted to go to bed.

She softly breathed a sigh of relief as he removed her gag and the strip of leather that had been tormenting her all day. Even with all that he had seen of her, she still felt embarrassed to be naked in the room with him. Ester sniffed back a tear as she realized she did want something, something from him, but she didn't know what or how to ask. He relieved her of that stress by allowing her to get into the tub. Before Ester got into the tub, she stripped away her bandages and threw them in the bin. She knew enough about first aid to know that having a damp cloth on the cuts for too long would infect them. Ester gingerly slid into the tub, wincing as she went down, her hands shaking to support her weight as her exhausted legs began to fail her.

A blush exploded on her face as he mentioned her brother, but seeing Emil naked again quickly banished any disgrace Ester felt in regards to her brother. "Thank you" Ester finally spoke as he handed her the soap. Rubbing the soap between her hands she cleaned herself from her face to the tips of her toes. The Commander had watched her intently, especially as she rubbed the bar of soap against her breasts and between her thighs to wash away the fluids that had been dripping between her legs for the past several hours. "Can....um...Can you get my back? I can't reach..." She murmured shyly, turning her back to him within arms reach and handing him the soap.

Emil had noticed the fourth cut that was both longer and deeper than the three he had inflicted. He was dissatisfied with the distance that Ester had established between them and quickly wrapped an arm around her small frame, pulling her between his legs as he did. "I know of your family....by faces, names, serial numbers but very little else. I can either wash your back carefully, making sure not to trap any soap in your cuts, or I can do so haphazardly. The decision rests with your ability to answer my questions. Do you understand?"

Ester replied with a shaky "yes" as she sensed the bar of soap just above her right shoulder, drops of water dripping down her sensitive back as he began to ask his questions.

"What do you fear the most Ester? Think...before answering the question." He murmured, his breath dancing across the nape of her neck as he began his line of questioning. He found it almost humorous, he had participated in a countless number of interrogations, none of which involved a soft voice or a bath tub.

Ester did think, for these days, she had alot to fear. Tilting her head back, Ester answered truthfully, "Disappointing you. Because, if you're angry, I will be punished, I could die. If I die, there is no one to protect my family. Even if they are slaves themselves...as long as they're alive..." Her voice trailed as she became lost in her memories.

Emil didn't know how to respond at first. He had heard a million different responses to this question, but never one quite so honest. She was smarter than she appeared, for she was able to associate his disappointment with her family's demise, and had learned to fear it within two days. Carefully, he began to gently clean her first cut, noting her muscles that had tensed and the gasp that had jumped out of her. "What are you thinking about Ester?"

It took no time for Ester to answer this question, "The person who holds my life in his hands. Who has shown me kindness, pleasure, and pain that I had not previously felt before. The person who has found a way to torture me with kind words and affectionate touches. What I am thinking about...is you." Ester admitted boldly as she arched her back, trying to escape any form of touch to her back. She knew it needed to be done, but still, her body resisted it.

Once again, an honest answer left Emil stunned for a moment. "What is it you think of me?" He asked, a smile playing on his face as he anticipated a teary confession of fear and hatred that he had recieved from all of his other slaves. He moved towards the second cut, his fingers gently kneading the skin around her first cut to ease the muscle tension.

Ester thought...she hadn't really had the chance to develop an answer for herself, let alone for him. Now was the time though as she groaned in response to his tender fingers releasing the tension in her back. "I...I should hate you...but that's not what I feel. I'm grateful to you...I am." She murmured looking up at him, the honest truth spilling from her eyes. "You've given me...a chance to live. Unless I've deserved it...you've never treated me as badly as you could. I'm a Jew. Everyone knows it. You could kill me in the most brutal way, display my naked corpse on the streets of Eastern Germany, and no one would say anything. Rather, they would sing you praise. Yet, you have not done that. Even when you punished me, you did so for my three crimes...nothing more. For that, I am both grateful and in debt to you. That is why I agree to be your slave, to play your games, and why I wish you no ill fate." Ester tearfully admitted, the tears falling from her eyes not because of what she had just admitted, but because of the pain that was now radiating from her back.

Before she could be asked another question, Ester turned around, not able to withstand any more gentle rubs to her back. It was simply too much pain. Rather, she placed the bar of soap between her breasts once more and began to wash his chest. "Now...I have some questions for you. When you kill me....will you also kill my family for me? I don't...want them to die by anyone else's hands." She questioned.

 

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Emil was left simply speechless. This little girl was more thought provoking and intelligent then any military officer, for sure, and made more sense then most philosophers. German, Jew, or Greek alike. His face did not reveal his confusion or admiration at that moment, as her tiny breasts slid up and down his chest slick with soap and firm with some strange sort of arousal that he now knew he did not fully understand the extent of. It wasn't, hadn't, been strictly physical between them since this morning in this very tub. His face was not blank ever. It was partially covered in the concentrated effort to think. Emil carefully examined her question and all of the answers he could give her, and then the answer that he would give her, "I will. I will kill them all, but do not be thankful Ester..." With a deep sigh, he admitted rather regretfully, "For I would kill them all before I killed you, so pray the time never comes that I have to, pray to your God that I only kill you in a rage or an accident. If it is for any other reason they will die first, in front of your beautiful eyes... Pray to your God. And worship me."

He could tell that what he said truly bothered Ester, but he had to let her know that from this point on he was her God, he could not give her the satisfaction and the peace that her family would get it easy if she disobeyed or provoked Klaus into killing her. There was one last thing that he had to cover, even as his hard cock slipped between their grinding bodies and the head of his dick began poking her bellybutton insistently. Emil used his strong arms to pull her into a careful bear hug, wary of the cuts on her back, until his lips were against her neck and his hot breath flowed over it slowly. "And I swear Ester. If you take your own life, or ever give up on me. I will make their deaths so painful, so embarrassing, and so awful. It will be worth it to them to denounce your God and burn in the fires of hell by the time I am through with them. This I promise you, and in return you will know fear, but also you will always know what to do."

Emil leaned back slowly and reached out to tenderly lift her chin. Their eyes met and he found tears, but also a slowly growing confidence that he knew would be put to good use. "Now that we understand each other," He spoke in a considerably lighter voice, "I think it is time for us to get on to more important things. Don't you?"

Her small nod was enough for him, and once again he spun her around and finished cleaning her cuts. She flinched only a little as he was extra careful, and half the time just let the warm water run over her cuts with a little soap, there was very little dirt left as the doctor was one of the best. Once he was finished with her upper back his hands drifted, with a mind of their own, down the small of her back until each hand covered a small butt cheek. He squeezed a bit, and then pulled her back until his cock rested between each firm cheek.

"Squeeze," He commanded softly, with a slight pinch of his hands. Immediately a rush of pleasure washed over him as her tight ass squeezed his dick and rode it, sort of. The hot burst of a sigh left his lips and caressed her neck. He knew she had felt it, for she shivered and had goosebumps over her pure skin. The process repeated itself a few times, but Emil found to his disappointment that it was not quite enough after how many times he had climaxed in this one day. So he lifted her light frame and thought about letting her tight little asshole fall onto his cock, but knew it would be a rather tiresome battle and did not want to reopen her cuts at that moment. So instead he slid her back until his cock slipped between her legs and rested against her flat tummy. "Use your hands," He said, "Be gentle." As she nervously took hold of his cock, Emil pressed his lips against her neck and kissed. One of his hands slid down across her flat tummy towards that special spot between her legs, the other found her firm, tiny breast and squeezed it roughly. Not too hard, but enough that she pressed her injured back against his broad chest and allowed his hot mouth further access against her neck, ear, and the side of her face.

Emil kissed and nibbled, waiting for her to turn and take his lips in her own before his hand would brush across her tiny clit and his fingers would squeeze her erect nipple. It was breathless anticipation that held him as her neck began to arch and turn like it was slow motion. Slowly one eye, then her cute nose, and finally her other eye and lips came into full view. They were already pursing as his mouth hungrily devoured hers and his tongue shot deep into her moist little cavity that spewed the most delightful sounds.

 

[Kiari03]

The answer that Ester received both satisfied and disturbed her. If she had received an answer that had been an undying promise or a smart remark she would have despaired more, because then he was not listening to her. She understood that this was the best answer he could assure her would not change, after all, she was Jewish, her family was Jewish, and therefor was fair game. But as Ester understood it, if she stayed alive, so would her family. This solidification of what she had suspected to be true gave her confidence. She now had a goal, something to pursue. His happiness, which would lead to her well being, which would lead to the extension of her life and the life of her family.

Ester's eyes widened in shock as she was brought into a tight, yet surprisingly tender, bear hug. She felt his heart beating steady and evenly against her own heart which raced so violently. Ester absorbed his message that brought tears to her eyes once more. Where most would have heard a dreadful threat against her family's safety, Ester heard concern. The way Ester's mind worked, she back tracked through important points in a conversation, in this case the threat against her family, to determine what had caused these important points to arise in the first place. In this case, Ester understood that his threat against her family and all that she loved was his way of expressing his desire for her to live. She hadn't heard another German, aside from those of her own faith, express that desire in years. And to hear it come from the man that she had become enslaved to, made her even more grateful towards him.

Her soft, yet tearful, gaze met his eyes as he willed them to and she allowed for him to finish cleaning her back without much complaint. The water, which had begun to cool, felt amazingly good as it streamed down her back and through her cuts. She felt his hands wander as her body began to relax underneath his touch to bring her to rest with his cock between both of her butt cheeks. Ester blushed, a soft gasp escaping her as she felt a satisfying throb of his cock beneath her squeezed cheeks that produced it's own sense of pleasure for Ester. Goosebumps had run across her skin as she felt his cock throb beneath her as she tried to make him cum. Yet, this did not come easily and Ester was unsure that she could even manage to make him until he offered her an alternative. Her soft, small fingers gently outlined each wrinkle, line, and vein that made up his massive cock, before coming to play with his mushroom shaped head. Ester had arched her back slightly in response to the gentle feel of his soft warm lips against her neck and to allow him better access she relaxed against his chest willingly. Ester groaned as he roughly squeezed her breast and his hand played with her clit with gentle pinches and pulls.

Ester couldn't resist as she slowly turned her head to search for another passionate kiss from the Commander. She was granted what she sought just as she began to pucker her lips. His hot passionate tongue quickly dominated her soft inexperienced tongue. She moaned into his mouth as his teeth gently bit at her lower lip and his tongue roughly massaged hers. As their lips parted Ester sighed deeply, resting her head against his chest as she took note of the fact that he still had not come and neither had she.

Dissatisfied, Ester lowered her head until she was a mere inch away from the tip of his cock. Then, as gently as she could, she blew her sweet breath against it, before, ever so gently, she kissed the very tip of his throbbing cock. These gentle innocent acts seemed to have the desired affect as he came just as she lifted her face away, the splash of his white semen being enough to make her climax as well. She threw her head back in ectasy as she was throbbing above his throbbing cock, making her have an orgasm so strong that she screamed out from the pleasure that made her entire body become covered in goosebumps, her toes curl, and her eyes close from the intensity.

As Ester opened her eyes, she noted that she had forgotten to pay attention to the Commander's reaction to her performance, but trusted all was well as he pulled the drain with a sigh of contentment. Ester watched the sight of their combined fluids rushing down the drain before she carefully began to stand to her feet. To her delight, the Commander lifted her body with ease, one arm beneath her knees and the other supporting her back as he carefully stepped out of the tub and placed her on the ground. Ester looked up at him with unbearable anticipation in her eyes as she awaited what would happen after he had finished drying himself off. As she waited, she reflected on the first question he had asked her when she had entered the room, "What do you want?". In her mind, she was able to answer, "I wanted to eat...I wanted to sleep...but now I just want to be as close to him as he will let me." This silent admission brought a soft glow to her face as she looked up at him from her spot on the floor with her bright green eyes.

 

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While he was busy drying off Emil found his eyes sliding from Ester's tight, cute, mouth watering little butt down her slim legs to her delicate ankles and feet. At first he could not figure out why, until the image of them curling flashed in front of his eyes as she curled them and lifted her leg lazily. Now he remember why, and his eyes slipped back to hers. He met the bright glean of her puppy eyes with a the steady brilliance of his shining blue orbs. A flash of lust, a burst of passion, and they both passed like clouds through blue skies. Before anything he had to fix those long wounds on her back, wounds he had made, and would make again if necessary, but something had come absolutely clear to him by this point. He did not want her dead by anything but his own hand, and even that was not as inevitable as he wished Ester to think it was. Kneeling, he draped a dry towel over her small form and told her to lay on her stomach, "I will be right back." He gave her a warming smile, knowing she would believe him.

He disappeared and reappeared a few moments later with a rather extensive first aid kit which he set next to her shoulder and a small bundle of clothing. Removing the towel, he opened the kit and with precise skill began bandaging her wound. He used a stretchy ace bandage to wrap around her ribs, back, and chest at the top and bottom of the bandages to make sure they would stay. In the front the bandage was below and above her small breasts. It was tied snugly, and in the back it was taped off neatly.

The bundle of clothing held a pair of panties and sheer nightie that simply draped over her head and rested on her thin shoulders. It had lace around the neckline, sleeves, and hem. The color was white, but see through. Now she truly did look like an angel. He carefully rolled her on the floor and picked her up, he was still careful but truthfully the bandages would hold up against all but rough treatment. He carried her into his room and laid her softly on his large king sized bed. There was no fear in her large orbs. Not right now, and that more then anything prompted Emil to do what he did next. Instead of simply sliding into the bed, he crawled on top of the covers until he was on his side next to Ester. Leaning over he touched her chin and tilted it until their lips met. The light kiss led to a heavier one, which led to his hands rubbing her chest through the light as sir silk. Soon he was straddling her petite form, a hand between their legs rubbing between hers, the other leaving two fingers in her delicate mouth to suck on as his mouth attacked her perky little tits through the fabric; soaking it.

Emil didn't have to wait long before Ester was panting underneath him, but it did require some patience to hear her whisper the word, "Please."

He looked up immediately and again his hard face was broken by a warm smile, "Okay..." That was all he had to say, her confident eyes shimmered in tears of relief and fear. She knew Emil would understand, but she herself still did not know what it was she was so anxious for. With his raging hard on pushing him to move faster, he gave a slight tug to the sheer nightie so that it flew over her hips to her bell button. She was wet and ready, but Emil wanted this to be perfect. Lower his hips he placed his cock on top of her slit and ground it up and down, rubbing her slit and soaking his dry, throbbing shaft thoroughly. He didn't worry about the head, it was soaked in his own pre-cum.

"It's time Ester," He breathed softly. Instinctively her legs spread for him, her brain did not know what was happening, but her body knew without a doubt. She was as ready as her small, young, innocent frame would ever be. Emil leaned to kiss her breast and suck it into his warm mouth, his tongue swirled around and around in circles as the head of his cock came to rest between the velvet folds of her slit. Steadily he pushed inwards. Frantically his tongue swirled and his hands held her slim hips in place. One moment he was nearly stopped, and the next half of his large cock was inside of her now trembling belly. Emil's eyes flew to hers, searching for pain and finding but a sparkle. Her delightful panting had hardly missed a beat. Now as he held steady and began massaging her breast while his mouth suckled on the other, the panting increased and her hips began to move.

Emil backed out slightly, before pushing his hips forward gently. He pushed until Ester's eyes began to widen in shock and anxiety. Still not all of his cock was inside of her, more then a third was outside of her stretching virginity. There was only a bit of blood, and it rapidly washed away thanks to their wetness. Again he eased out, and pushed back in, rocking her body soothingly. His lips climbed up her chest, and her neck, until they found her soft lips.

There was a need driving Emil crazy, and the moment her hot little breaths filled his mouth he snapped. With one continuous push he was inside of her. Not utterly, but most of his large manhood was buried in her unused slit. It throbbed mightily, ready to release his seed, but he was unwilling. Not yet. He held steady as he watched Ester's eyes, waiting until her eyes shrunk a bit before pulling out only to thrust back in. The steady, slow rhythm began to build. Emil did not ask, he spoke breathlessly in his commanding voice, "This is what you wanted Ester. This... Is it."

 

[Kiari03]

Though a little confused, Ester did as she was instructed by wrapping the towel around her frame and laying down on the cold marble that made up the bathroom floor. His warm smile told her that he wasn't about to leave her there for the night, so she relaxed as he came back with the first aid kit in one hand and a bundle of cloth in his other. His hands, which so delicately attended to the cuts on her back. he did so with as much skill as the doctor had, but with a softer touch. Ester took a deep breath as she sat up, testing the strength of her bandages.

The nightie Ester was given was lovely, with delicate trim and a weightless feel, Ester felt comfortable in what she was wearing, and that showed. Ester couldn't resist to look down at herself wearing it, which brought a smile to her face when even she had to admit, she looked lovely in the nightie. As Ester began to rise, the Commander was a step ahead of her and already had his hands under her knees and against her back to lift her off of the floor. Ester felt anxiety as she was laid upon his bed, but this anxiety came from excitement, not fear. Her heart was racing against her chest as he leaned in with a tender kiss that lead to a heavier, more passionate one. This time, her tongue slipped into his mouth for a momentary exploration before his mouth slowly lifted off of hers. His hands, which had shown cruelty of the darkest nature to others, showed her pleasure as he rubbed her breasts gently under her nipples were as hard as two little stones.

As he straddled her, Ester looked up into his eyes until his hand found its way down to her special place, rubbing so slowly and tenderly. She gasped and moaned from the pleasure of heat becoming trapped in between her legs. With each stroke of his teasing hand she would suck upon his fingers just a little harder, gripping the bed sheets as his mouth attacked her nipple hungrily. Soon, Ester was sweating and panting underneath him...but the same pleasure he had so easily made her feel earlier didn't come. She looked up at him in confusion and slight desperation before breathlessly whispering the word, "please". She wanted to release, wanted to be closer to him, and wanted to feel the same addicting pleasure she had been exposed to all day. As her nightie came to her belly button and her panties came sliding off of her ankles, Ester exposed her throbbing sex that was dripping with fluids. Ester had to bite her lower lip as she felt him grind his hot shaft against her eager slit that was crying out to be used.

The words, "It's time Ester." Made her heart skip a beat as she willingly spread her legs for him and waited breathlessly for what would happen next. Where her mind was clueless to the truest form of pleasure she would soon feel, her body was not and it quivered in anticipation. Ester closed her eyes as she felt the comfort of his warm mouth sucking in her small breast, making her groan in pleasure as she felt the tip of his head rest against her trembling slits. Then, slowly but steadily, he pushed into her. There was very little pain for Ester, mainly it was the pressure of her body trying to accommodate for room where it had not before. Her hot walls were throbbing with pleasure as he approached her hymn and with ease broke through it. This created a slight sting, but nothing compared to the feel of a whip or the burn of a candle, so Ester recovered quickly, her gasps and moans rising in volume. As her confidence grew, her hips began to gently push against him, begging for him to continue. In response she found his gentle lips against hers once more and the feel of one continuous thrust that allowed for him to be fully one with her.

His gentle thrusts rocked her body back and forth in soothing waves of pleasure. He was right, this is what her body had been craving from him Ester only being able to muster a nod and a moan in reply. His hips pushed deeper and faster into her folds with each thrust and it wasn't long before an overwhelming warmth began to spread through Ester's body. She knew what was coming next, but in her delirious pleasure, she wanted him to cum at the same time that she did. Lifting her slightly, she softly whispered into his ear, "Thank you..." Her breath softly blowing against his ear and her tongue softly grazing his lobe. She didn't know if she had made him cum at the same time, because then, with one last thrust, she through herself back against the pillow and cried out in pleasure as she came against his cock. By the time she had regained her breath and her awareness, the Commander was also finished as well.

Eventually, Ester began to regain her normal breathing and slowly sat up to go to her bed where she was sure she would be sent to soon anyway. However, on her arm from behind had her land against his chest and with his commanding voice he told her that she would be sleeping here tonight. In response, Ester happily intertwined her legs with his, pushing her hot slit against his thigh as she did, and quickly, without effort, Ester fell to sleep in the Commander's arms.

 

[The_PG]

The pleasure did not die quickly in Emil's body. It lasted quite awhile as he lay there with Ester's soft body pressed again his, her throbbing sex pulsing against his wet thigh. The dampness didn't bother him at all. He was quite content to lay there and listen to her deep breathing as she rested and recovered from everything that had happened to her over the past twenty-four hours. That was a lot of stuff, and not the least of it being the most recent, his taking of her virginity. The way she had accepted it and began to... To well... Love him back, had been extraordinary. This Emil knew quite frankly, and there was no way he could convince himself otherwise. Not only did she fuck him back, but she loved him back. Her feelings were quickly growing above and beyond the little puppy dog love he had seen in her eyes earlier in the tub, and with the things he'd done to her, she still hadn't let go of that feeling of tenderness. As her little chest rose and fell with her hot breath across his strong chest, Emil found himself staring into her peaceful face, wondering how he could find himself feeling these powerful... Things, they were eating him from the inside. He wasn't being dramatic, and it was not obvious, but he could feel something beginning to eat away at his insides. Just nibbles, but they were there.

These thoughts kept him awake for another hour at least, and more then once he thought about waking Ester up. However, every time he looked at that peaceful face he could not bring himself to wake her up. Finally he closed his eyes and slipped into a world of dreamless sleep. His favorite. In a few moments he woke, as he always did, at four thirty in the morning.

There was nothing startling about his rousing save for the little girl tucked neatly against his side. The night had provided her with plenty of opportunity to snuggle up against his chin and drape half of her tiny form against his body. Her legs were wrapped around his and her bare pussy rubbed against his thick thigh. With a seldom seen smile he gently pushed her head off of him and onto the pillow, then added the rest of her body as he slipped from the bed. Last, he pushed the covers up around her chin and neatly tucked it in against the side of her body. Then he dressed in a pair of shorts and running shoes. Emil had a long standing exercise routine that he would never miss for anything. Hundreds of repetitions of various calisthenics had his body in such a lean, hard state, that he could often keep up and out distance many of the younger soldiers who ran with him and joined his exercises.

Of course all of the men here at this camp considered it their duty to remain physically fit. The Commander in his righteous zeal had instilled them since the very first day he had arrived. Almost, no, everyone who was working at this camp had been hand picked by the Commander. He had some of the finest officers, soldiers, and non-commissioned officers in the entire German army at his command. Really it was more of a vast game of politics, the prison it self was more of a side-game to fancy dinners, huge extravagant parties, all of which had enormous impact on many men's lives and careers. At the top of the chain was the Commander. He did not even report to the high command of the German Army, but directly to the Generals of the SS and Third Reich. In all reality there was a direct line with not more then two or three stops before anything the Commander wished to be heard by the fuhrer was heard.

Many men came to him with favors, and many ladies tried to gain his favor for their man. It was perhaps the most powerful position outside the borders of Germany and man men were envious of such a powerful position. There were always rumors of this plot or the next to try and remove Emil from his position, but whether any of them had ever been true was impossible to say. If any were, then he always seemed to come out on top of any scheme, and if they weren't, well, they weren't. At this point and time there were little or no rumors flying around the parties about his position, and it seemed like any and all of the challengers had been rooted out. Emil was too cruel, too smart, and too honorable of a German for the high command to have any reason to dismiss or replace him. Certainly they could come up with an excuse, but none of the suitors had ever offered them anything that Emil wasn't perfectly able and willing to give them himself. Why interrupt such a lucrative and smart man's control over this camp?

The camp itself was another reason that Emil could not be moved. It was a work camp, first of all, a place for prisoners to be made useful as they made shells, rifles, and other equipment that was essential for the war effort. Emil knew how to run it smoothly, and to appease the bloody appetite of his superiors at the same time. It was not just the sickly or old that were shipped to Auschwitz, but even the slightly injured or ones who caused discord among the prisoners themselves. Anyone that was not as busy as a bee would either be shot or put on the train. At the same time he was very fair, and promoted a much better work effort then other Commanders. Especially with his rations. He did not overfeed the workers, but neither were they walking scarecrows. Table scraps from the huge parties went directly to the prisoners, any left overs or extras from the townsfolk were collected and sent there as well. Things ran very well at this camp, and the Commander was going to make sure they stayed that way.

After his long run and workout he returned to the house and found Ester still sleeping. "This will not do," He muttered gently as he shook her awake. There was already a bath drawn, and he scooped her up and into the bath with him. He held her gently against his sweaty frame as the water filled around them. Her blurry eyes and red cheeks were adorable as she woke up. "Hello Ester, good morning..." He said in a deep, deep voice as he pressed his wet lips against hers.

The next week and a half would pass this way with little interruption. Up early to bathe and play some form of a naughty game while the afternoon was filled with work for Ester and while she was diligent and tried hard. Klaus would always trip her up, or she would make some silly little mistake on her own. These were mistakes that Emil could not, and would not tolerate. He would punish Ester, and it would usually hurt, but never quite as badly as the whip. However, they would all end in some sort of naughty, and embarrassing fun, for him at least. Then dinner and sometimes guests, where Emil was sure to embarrass Ester again by either forcing her to suck him off, or ride him until she came for the guests. Depending on how deviant and adulterous the guests were. The more quaint and less adventuresome would generally just get some peeks at Esters cute ass or tiny breasts, whichever Emil fancied more at the time. Then at night something romantic, or at the very least cute, would occur and Emil would make love passionately. It was not always gentle and loving, but it was never downright cruel either.

Ester seemed to enjoy it, or so he thought...

 

[Kiari03]

Ester had become frustrated by the fact that no matter how hard she tried, at the end of the day, she was being punished. It had been two weeks since she had first stepped into this house and as her strange feelings for the Commander grew with each night, her definite hatred for Klaus grew with each day. Just yesterday Klaus had made it a point to stand within arms reach, following her all day as she cleaned the house. Ester was petrified, she knew he had something devious planned, and her fear was clearly written across her face. By the time she was completing her chores and was mopping the Commander's office Klaus simply let a warm sigh out across her neck, making her jump and spill all of the dirty water from in the bucket. Of course the Commander and Max had just returned from their walk, Max happily licking up the spilled water as Ester stood shame faced in front of the Commander.

"Well, you'd better get more of that water in your belly than Max does. Now." Was his only statement, as he stood back, hands folded behind his back as he waited for her to comprehend what he was saying.

Ester had quickly fallen to her hands and knees and sucked up as much water as she could. Max's growling didn't intimidate her as much as the Commander's glare did, so she had raced against Max to consume most of the water off of the ground. She succeeded that time, but as a result was sick that night, making today painful for her to be around the smell or sight of the food that she had to prepare. She had actually become quite skilled in sneaking tiny bits of food that she prepared when she wasn't gagged or being watched and as today was one of those rare days, she forced herself to eat at least a sausage link for breakfast.

After breakfast had been consumed Ester was informed there would be some quests for dinner tonight. Ester didn't like the guests either, as it often resulted in her being embarrassed to the point that she would cry in front of them, adding to their entertainment. Three or four nights ago Ester had been in her position on the ground for most of the meal, but then the guests began to ask questions about Ester. The Commander called her up and had proposed a proposition.

"Ester, I want you to sit on my lap talk to these good friends of mine and if you do a good job, you can have what's left over." The thought of such a big meal was damped when Ester noticed the Commander discretely removing an erection from his trousers before patting his lap. Awkwardly, Ester sat slowly down on his lap, biting her lip as she slid onto his pulsing masculinity. They asked her a couple of questions, but every time she tried to answer the Commander would thrust his hips up just enough to make her gasp and run her fingers through her hair in frustration. To say the least, Ester didn't get the left overs, but did get some scraps at least.

She had become determined to get Klaus back for all of the mean tricks that he had pulled on her that had caused her so much pain and humiliation, but first, she needed to know more about him. After the Commander and Klaus left the house for a bit, Ester raced up to Klaus's study and began to rummage through anything she could put her hands on. Papers, books, documents, pictures, but nothing out of the ordinary. "Cmon Ester...think...he wouldn't keep anything out in the open that might get him into trouble...so where..." Ester looked up at all of the books and considered the daunting task of searching through each of them when she plopped down next to his desk to reevaluate her situation. As she stared at the floor, she began to notice a pattern in the wood planks, and one pattern right by her feet that didn't seem to match very well.

Intrigued, Ester grabbed a pen from the desk and pulled up the plank. To her surprise, it popped right up without any resistance and what it held made her blush in fury and embarrassment. There was a collection of about twenty or thirty pictures of the Commander and herself in very naughty positions. Ester leafed through each of them, taking note of the similarities. One, they all contained both the Commander and Ester. Two, not one showed her back, which means that no one that saw these pictures could see the healing cuts on her back. Three, they each had the Commander's profile with a tender expression on his face.

Below the photos, there appeared to be a resume of sorts with Klaus's personal history written on it. "What does he need a resume for?" Ester murmured as she removed another, incomplete letter. It didn't say much of anything except, "Dear Corporal Himmler". This troubled Ester greatly, but she wasn't sure what all of this meant. One thing she knew was, she needed to keep some of these pictures. So, she kept the two pictures that appeared to have the Commander endeared to her the most and placed everything back the way she had found it, even the pen. Ester then hid the pictures in a book on the top shelf of the Commander's office. She could tell by the pile of dust that had previously been on these books that the Commander didn't take the time to look through them too often. Before making a mental note of the title and location of the book she had hidden the pictures in, she resumed her chores with much to think over.

Ester decided mid-way through her chores that she wasn't afraid of Klaus, should he realize the pictures were gone. First off, what would he say to the Commander in order to have her punished? That she had stolen photos of them having sex? That wouldn't work. He could search her room, but he wouldn't find them there. She had cleverly hidden them in a place Klaus wouldn't think to look or dare to search. He could continue to trip her up and have her punished, but she wouldn't know the difference anyway. No, Ester believed that there wasn't anything he could do about the missing pictures except bare it in silence.

Dinner time came too soon for Ester as she finished preparing enough steak, baked potatoes, salad, and green beans to feed four hungry men, for that was how many she was expected to feed tonight. The Commander, Klaus, and two privates.

"Do you want to know why two low life privates have been asked to share the table with one such as the Commander?" Klaus purred as she began to make their plates. "You won't need those by the way."

Confused, Ester looked up at him and shook her head, "No, I don't."

A grin crept over Klaus's face, "Well, they single handedly stopped a prison break last night, killing four conspirators on the spot. It was quite heroic...to kill such filthy vermin that would dare to try and escape." As he spoke, he was moving closer and closer to Ester.

Ester's face was stricken with horror as she believed that it could be her family that he was referring to. Perhaps her brothers and father had tried to escape. Her heart lept into her throat and tears welled up in her eyes as she looked up at Klaus in desperation. "Were...were the Jews my-" She was roughly ripped off her dress to leave her standing in nothing but her panties before him. Quickly, he removed her of those as well. Ester hadn't had sex with anyone except the Commander, and wasn't willing to do so now.

Before she could panic, Klaus pointed to the dining room table. "Lay down on the table." Was all he said, and hesitantly, she obeyed. Klaus then set the plates at the table, with no food on them. Ester thought this was strange, but waited as Klaus appeared to be taking his time. He then appeared next to her with all four steaks on a serving tray, and then, placidly, placed two steaks on her breasts, one over her belly button, and the last one over her mound. He arranged the baked potatoes on her delicate thighs in two rows of two, and piled the steaks with the greens she had made. "Tonight, you are to be a table. And I hope you don't fuck this up....or it might just be your family that dies today."

 

[The_PG]

The two privates had eyes the size of of their fists by the time they sat down, and probably two of the strongest erections ever known to mankind. They were both nervous, but polite to the Commander and Klaus; knowing the two men were more powerful then any connection the either of them had used to get such an amazing job. It was frightening to sit in a room knowing that with just a single wrong word, or look, they could be dead. Conversely, they could be put in a position to succeed in the exact same amount of time. Frightening and thrilling. So not only were they hopped up on hormones, but adrenaline and now good beer as well. If there was any more powerful combination for two young privates of the Third Reich then the Fuhrer himself did not know of it yet. The tiny girl laid out in front of them held their eyes, while the food permeated their smell, the sound of the Commander's voice filled their ears and dripped into their brains. Soon their hardened fingers and strong hands would feel the touch of that soft, unblemished skin. Their tongues, drowning in anticipation for the meal to come felt swollen inside of their mouths, but they dared not part their lips until bidden by either the Commander or his assistant. Even then, they would swallow first so that the puddle in their mouths would not spill onto their freshly pressed uniforms.

"Okay men. Fritz, Jaegel. You've earned this fine meal, served on the body of my own slave. Enjoy, but do not leave a mark on her precious body that will not heal by tomorrow. If you do... Well... You know the consequences." The Commander grinned and waves for the two of them to start.

Immediately Fritz and Jaegel both took their knives and forks and carefully began carving their steaks. Fritz had one of the two on Ester's breast and Jaegel took the one covering her flat tummy. He was not brave enough to reach for such a prize as her smooth slit, and the other breast was sadly too far. Still, the sight of her shuddering tummy nearly drove him to cum in his pants. Both took potatoes from the inside of her legs and spread them over the cut up steak on her chest and body. By the time Emil and Klaus joined in and all four soldiers finished eating and drinking Ester was covered in little scratches, bruises, bits of potatoes and steak. Her whole body glistened from the juicy steaks and smelled like the best four star restaurant in all of France.

Fritz. The slightly older and braver of the two looked as if he wanted to say something, and Emil gave him the chance.

"Well, sir... If it wouldn't be too much trouble us... Privates... Privileged though we are, are used to licking our plates clean. To not do so now, with this..." He swallowed thickly, "Delicious food that we've just eaten would feel. Like... Like an insult. With you permission i'd... I'd like to..."

Emil couldn't help but laugh a little, "You are my guest. Enjoy yourself." With a wave he prompted them on and glanced down towards Ester's face. He watched as her nervous fear turned into embarrassment as Fritz latched his mouth and apparently very talented tongue to her breasts and all over her chest. Sucking up any scrap of food or juice left on her beautiful skin. Her face grew a few shades darker as Jaegel began cleaning her tummy and then moved to her thighs where he ever so slowly moved to the small slit between them. When he finally reached it he looked once more up at Emil for approval; which was given with a curt nod. Immediately the soldier moved back to his prize, poking his tongue between the thin pink lines and sucking greedily at the different juices all caught up there, it wasn't long before the juices were not simply from the meat, or any of the food on the table. Once again, the private proved to have a very expert tongue.

Klaus watched with his foot silently bouncing beneath the table. Finally he could take it no more, when he was sure the little thing was enjoying it, he stood a bit abruptly. "Forgive me, I've forgotten about desert! More whiskey?"

The privates, at the sound of Klaus's scraping chair had quickly reseated themselves. So quickly that Jaegel had nearly toppled over backwards completely. They both nodded and held out their glasses. Emil knew of Klaus's impatience to get to the end, so he stood and saluted the two soldiers who both jumped to their feet and saluted back. Then he leaned over to kiss Ester on either cheek before whispering in her ear, "Be good to the boys. They deserve a treat." With that he walked to Klaus in the kitchen and reminded him, "Only the front and the mouth. Make sure they are not too rough. If they get too rowdy, shoot them... In the balls, first." He gave a warning look that reminded Klaus all too clearly that the same would happen to him if he did not keep control over the two men.

The look ticked Klaus off to no end. He snarled silently and finished pouring the drinks. He returned to the dining table moments later with the drinks and chocolate pudding for desert. It was, of course, in Ester's honor that they had such a simple desert, but neither Jaegel nor Fritz paid it any attention. They raised their shot glasses and drank quickly as they watched Klaus beginning to spread liberal amounts of the thick, gooey chocolate over Ester's body. Especially around her small breasts, down her taut belly, and between her thighs. This time the two privates switched places as they began to eat after Klaus's command to begin. It didn't take long for him to notice the pleasure once again swelling in Ester's eyes, although it was accompanied by fear and much more embarrassment now that the Commander was not present.

"Privates..." Both snapped to attention, "As a last gift. The Commander in all of his wisdom and generosity is giving you something he treasures... More then you could know. More then any of us know. More then I knew. More, even, then she knows." He spoke calmly, coldly, and with a tinge of sarcasm that neither private nor Ester could understand. Eventually they might, if they were not as drunk as they seemed and they could accurately remember that bit of sarcasm eating like acid with his every word. As he spoke, Klaus had been busily preparing Ester for what was to come. He had brought four straps up from under the table and secured her so that she was laying across the table sideways. Her hips on one edge, and her shoulders on the other. Leaving her head and legs hanging off the edge while her arms were stretched out horizontally. As the last snap clicked into place Klaus looked at Ester with an evil smirk straight from hell, "He loves you soooo much doesn't he?"

With a stiff slap he backed away, "Okay Private Jaegel. Which will it be? The tight cunt of the little Jew whore, or her expert mouth. Choose quickly, before I take her myself." The private was already half-naked by the time Klaus finished. Seconds later he was between Ester's legs. He didn't even need to spit on her cunt, though he did anyways, she was still wet and pre-cum was dripping from his shaft like a fountain. With one swift shove he was inside of her velvety insides. Fritz was only seconds behind, his long, soaked cock pressed into Ester's mouth only seconds behind Jaegel's shove and the head of his throbbing dick was in her throat not a millisecond later. Each private had a hand on her tiny breasts that they mauled liked bares, though somehow they managed to keep from getting their dicks blown off by not leaving any horrible marks. The two began thrusting at the same time as they squeezed and pinched her tiny tits, the privates were in heaven, and it was obvious that even once they did climax that they wouldn't be finished.

Klaus was counting on it.

 

[Kiari03]

Ester's breaths were short a choppy as she supressed a whimper at the sight of knives being driven through the steaks she had prepared and gently crazing her skin. The Commander's threats gave her comfort, but little else as the meal concluded and she reflected on how they had earned this meal. This meal was a reward for their successful killing of what could have been her family, neighbors, or friends. The thought made her swallow back tears as she waited helplessly for them to conclude so that she could wash herself off and prepare for the next day. However, like many things in this house, nothing was that simple.

The bold, perhaps dangerously bold, private made the suggestion that it would be rude not to fully enjoy every aspect of the meal she had prepared. However, Ester could tell from the bulges that had been protruding from their trousers moments before they sat down that they wanted much more than a meal. To Ester's dismay, the Commander allowed for this invasion of her space by a man she knew nothing of. Until now, she had been teased, had had sex with, and had performed sexual favors for men that she had known for at least a week. Ester shot a look up into the Commander's face of pure mortification as the private attached himself to her breast, sucking greedily.

Her body responded the way it was designed to, her nipples hardened, goosebumps trailed across her skin, she became wet, but she was not enjoying this. Her heart was pounding and her face began to glow a more intense red than before as the soft workings of his tongue slid between her thighs ever so tenderly and slowly. A curt nod from the Commander gave the private everything he needed to continue and continue he did. As his tongue roughly probed her tender slit and he sucked so eagerly, Ester couldn't prevent a couple of moans and gasps that escaped her mouth. Her eyes were wide, her heart was racing, she was terrified, but the feeling that this man was giving her body couldn't be denied either.

Ester was grateful as the Commander brought an end to this game rather abruptly as she lay on the table panting for air. As the Commander left the table with Klaus, she strained to hear what they were saying as the two privates eyed her hungrily. She hoped that she would be released, but she realized that there would be no such luck as the Commander came back to her, whispering for her to be a good girl and to show them a good time. Tears fell from her eyes, tears of shock and disbelief as he left her alone with them. It was then she began to realize what would occur tonight and Ester wanted to cry out at the injustice of it all. But she couldn't. She could only lay there as Klaus brought forward a bowl of pudding with a sickening grin.

Ester hadn't thought of desert, her only saving grace being a left over amount of pudding from the previous night that was now being poured across her small body. Ester noted the cold feeling that seeped across her breasts, down her stomach, and especially between her legs. That cold sensation was soon replaced by hot mouths devouring the pudding from every angle. Ester clenched her fists and gritted her teeth as a deep crimson mask covered her face. She tried to resist the urge to enjoy their touches, but once again, she was failing as soft whimpers and moans leapt from her throat as the game ended. She was under their control and the thought terrified her as Klaus began to speak.

His words cut her like a knife as he secured her to the table. Ester knew why she had been secured, because if she could have escaped, she would have tried. With every fiber of her being she wanted to fight what was going to happen as a deepening hatred began to plant itself in Ester's mind, that hatred being directed towards the man that had put her in this position. Ester looked pitifully up at Klaus as she tried to persuade him to stop the game, but no luck. The grin on his face told her this was punishment for the transgression of stealing his photos and that he was under complete control of the situation. Ester was trapped as all she could do was close her eyes and open her mouth.

Ester gasped and coughed as they roughly thrusted in and out of her in perfect rhythm. The rough feel of their fingers painfully pinching and twisting her nipples as they did. Tears poured down her cheeks as she waited for them to finish, unable to come anywhere near a climax as they poured their semen down her throat and into her velvety insides.
Ester coughed pathetically as both men exited her body with the look of pure lust still gleaming in their eyes. Without asking permission, they switched positions, barely giving Ester enough time to catch her breath before they pounded their erections into her again. Ester cried out against them as their thrusts joined in unison, racking her body back and forth and covering her with sweat. It was obvious by their expressions that they were in pure ecstasy as they ravaged her body tenderly. Within a couple of minutes, both of them came again, this time the private that had taken her from the front pulling out and watching as his semen splattered across her belly, small droplets landing on her breasts and face.

Esters eyes were red from crying as the two men left with very satisfied grins and winks, still ever respectful of Klaus. As she heard the front door open and shut she let out a sob of relief that tonight was finally over. Klaus came back into the kitchen with the happiest smile on his face, that soon grew into a grin of malice as he stood over Ester's petrified form.

"Don't worry slut. I wouldn't touch you now if you begged me. Get up. Clean the dishes. Go to bed." He said as he roughly tightened and then released her bonds. Ester fell from the table and landed in a pile on the floor, realizing that the dishes he was speaking of was her body. She had been lessened down to an inanimate object and the thought sent waves of despair through her body as she weakly made her way downstairs and to her bathroom.

Her bathroom was nowhere near as glamourous as the Commander's. She had a toilet, a pump that drew cold water from the well, and a drain in the middle of the floor. Plopping down under the pump she pulled the cord that sent relieving cold water across her body, relieving her of the smell of steak, sweat, and sex. The water that went down the drain went from a milky white to clear streams within a matter of minutes, but Ester didn't stop pumping for over an hour. By the time she was finished she was shivering so violently that she couldn't bring herself to stand. Rather, she had to crawl to her bed, which she laid in soaked, quickly dampening the sheets and any hope she might actually find sleep.

The hours grew as morning light began to seep through the house. With a groan, Ester managed to stand and prepared for her day by pulling on a pair of panties and combing her hair until it was presentable. As she made her way out of her room she saw that the Commander had come down to the basement for some reason or another. The fact that Ester hadn't eaten a proper meal in weeks, hadn't slept all night, and had been pimped out for the pleasure of two men she didn't know welled up inside of her until tears of rage slipped out of her sore red eyes. She glared up at the Commander with pure, loathsome, hatred, "Excuse me sir. I'll begin preparing your meal right away." She spoke through gritted teeth as she stiffly turned, the back of her arm becoming caught in his iron grip. She tensed her body and waited for what would happen next.

 

[The_PG]

The anger that Emil caught in both tone and the look that Ester gave him puzzled. Sure, he had never given so freely as last night, but surely she had to expect something like this would happen at sometime. She had pleased plenty of his friends over the past week. Where the anger could originate from escaped him entirely. He stared steadily into her eyes, meeting the glare easily and looking right through it. Or so it seemed. He had intended to give her a rest, a respite, for he had guessed correctly that the privates and Klaus would not have gone easily on her over the night and they might have kept her up for sometime. Only this new flash of anger and defiance rapidly convinced him otherwise, still the exhaustion was obvious in her face and he decided to at least allow her some small comfort.

"Make three portions of breakfast, and bring the third down to your room once you are finished the rest. Then you can get to cleaning."

He let her go at that, and watched her tight ass strain as she slipped up the stairs to the kitchen. With a yawn, and then a frown, he peeked into her room and noticed the soaked bedding. He sniffed, just to make sure it was not piss, then shrugged and walked back upstairs. He watched Ester make breakfast and noticed without reacting that her anger seemed to be growing, not diminishing. The dishes clanged and the silverware rattled as she took it and continued to fix his breakfast. Still, it was nothing he wished to discuss this early in the morning. Instead he was content to read his newspaper and sip some coffee that he had already made while waiting for her.

The rest of the day went normally until Emil called Ester to his bathroom for their nightly bath. She was glistening like an angel from the sweat of the days work, and once again looked like an angel. Only something was missing. As he scrubbed her scarred back he couldn't figure out what it was. Like he had done many times before he used his fingers to force an orgasm through her young body, but once again something was different. First, it took much longer. Second, she made very little noise. Only a strange mix between a sigh and growl as her body shook in his hands. However, once Emil finally turned Ester around he realized exactly what was missing. The softness in her eyes was gone. The anger had turned it into a hardness that Emil did not like, he frowned at her expressionless face.

"What is it?" He asked softly, stroking her cheek.

When she said nothing, he added, "Your family was not the ones shot yesterday. I'm sorry, I did not remember to tell you." While that seemed to relax her, she still would not speak. With a grunt of displeasure Emil took her small chin into his hand and forced her to look at his eyes; which were rapidly growing furious. "Answer my question Ester. What is wrong, why are you so... Angry?"

"Last nigh-"

Before she could lay into him he snapped, "Last night was a duty. Your duty, to those men. You knew that was part of your job. Are you complaining?"

"No sir." Her soft answer was still filled with barely contained anger. It set Emil in a foul mood and the soothing properties of the bath left a lot to be desired. He told her curtly to wash him. Of course his cock wasn't ready to give in that easily, but once they dried and made it back to the bed he still was in no better mood, and neither was Ester. He did not carry her like a queen, but rather like the Jew she was. Tossed over his shoulder. With ease he forced her onto her stomach and removed his shaft from his boxers. This was not like the many other nights, he wasn't soft or gentle. He pressed into her from the back, sliding into her still wet insides with ease and immediately beginning to fuck her. That was the appropriate word, they made no love, but rather they fucked with Emil's large hands holding her hips and his knees spreading her legs as he took moved inside of her time and time again. He did not wait for her to enjoy it or not, instead he finished and pulled her panties up over the used hole. Then he clasped her collar to the headboard so she wouldn't try and funny business, before he fell asleep next to her.

Klaus nodded to the soldier as he motioned to the cell door in front of them, "Yes, the boy. Bring him out." In went the soldier, and he came back out with Paul. The boy seemed startled, but not afraid to see Klaus again.

"Time for some more fun Paul." Klaus laughed as he slammed his fist into the boys face, blacking out his world.

The thought was what was going to happen next had Klaus harder then iron in his shorts. For some reason or another the Commander had woken today with the urge to see Ester blush. This confused Klaus, since the girl was almost always blushing at night in his bed, but apparently that hadn't satisfied the Commander, or maybe she hadn't been blushing last night? The thought made Klaus happier beyond belief. If there was already animosity growing between the Commander and Ester then his plan was going to succeed. Driving them apart and using it to show just how unstable the Commander was. It would be very tricky, but now that he'd lost those amazing photographs that he could have used to damage the Commander's reputation to that little rat... He had to resort to other methods, and now he had the chance to really punish Ester.

Paul, her brother, was dressed in a soldiers uniform, gagged, and a hood was placed over his face. He was strapped to a chair with his fly undone and his dick hanging out. The Commander had brought Ester in and pointed to the boys limp dick, "If that is not shooting in your mouth in ten minutes. I will have one of your brothers flogged." The anger in the Commander's voice had Klaus shivering, he couldn't wait to see how badly Ester blushed when she found out her brother was the one in the uniform and under the hood. What was even better, was what she was going to have to do after she brought her brother off with her mouth... Then she would really, really be blushing, and with any luck she would also be hating the Commander by this point, knowing that he would do all this just to make her embarrassed.

 

[Kiari03]

As he released her arm she walked upstairs, the promise of food failing to subside her growing anger. The more time she was quiet, the more she had time to think, the more frustrated and conflicted she became. This was reflected as the morning preparations for breakfast carried with them a lot of noise. Ester didn't mind, she made the breakfast up to her usual standards before giving breakfast to both the Commander and the smiling Lieutenant. Something bothered Ester, she hadn't seen Klaus this happy since her arrival. He hadn't pleasured himself to her last night and as embarrassing as last night was, it still wasn't enough to justify another day of good spirits out of him. Was he happy, not because of her embarrassment, but because of her anger? Why would that make him happy? The silence that filled the room as she left seemed to fill her very soul as she worked throughout the day only taking a few minutes to glimpse at the pictures she had stolen. "He was writing a letter to Himmler...well first I need to figure out who that guy is..." Unaware his name was in that day's paper nearly twenty times, Ester concluded her chores while racking her brain for this familiar name. She was sure that the meaning behind this name would hold the meaning for Klaus's strange behavior.

Before she knew it, the sun had set, the men had had their dinner, and it was bath time. Ester stared down at the water as his fingers worked her back, his deceptively tender strokes weakening Ester's resolve to remain silent. His firm and yet gentle touch had her body quivering in minutes, but those minutes used to take mere moments before last night. Her resistance didn't go unnoticed, even as she came, she grunted, holding in her cries before stiffly sitting up in the water again. With the same expressionless anger filled face Ester had carried with her all day, she stared up into the Commander's eyes as he began to probe for the reason.

The words that her family had not been shot only confirmed what she already knew and thus gave her little comfort. She looked away from him in frustration, trying to bend her will not to speak. His eyes were growing angry, but they weren't nearly as angry as Esters. As she began to speak she was cut off after a word and a half which only added to her rage. Her reply barely masked her feelings and as she washed him, she did so for the first time with her hands. She didn't want to give him any more pleasure than she had to in order to keep her family alive. Truth be told, she was considering if she could kill him and if that would be worth their deaths. Ester hung herself limp across his shoulders before he threw her onto the bed and without foreplay or kindness, fucked her. This brought tears streaming down Ester's face again, but this time, she kept her eyes locked onto the sheets until he was finished her hands balling up into fists throughout the entire session. Hardly any pleasure had developed for Ester as he tied her to the bed post. This time, Ester couldn't resist the urge to sleep as storm clouds violently let off bolts of lightening throughout her mind.

It was early morning when the Commander roughly woke Ester from her sleep with a grunt telling her she had better get up and to do it now. Before she was fully awake she was being led into the basement where she saw a soldier, his head hooded, and his limp dick laying out of his trousers. She could hear a voice straining beneath a gag, but couldn't place where she had heard that voice before. There was no time for her to consider his voice as the Commander's voice rang in her ears. She had ten minutes to make this soldier cum or it would be her brothers that suffered. Ester swallowed tears back as she knelt down in front of the soldier, her quivering lips wrapping themselves around his head before she gently began to suck. Her tongue gently probed against the soldiers shaft as she moved further up, taking him in slowly and delicately.

She noticed that it took nearly three minutes for him to become hard and throbbing and this worried her. She was under a time constraint and obviously wasn't performing well enough. Acting on her feet, the idea came to her to mimic the actions of the Privates and Klaus. All three men really seemed to enjoy it when they were thrusting in and out of her throat. However, since this soldier was tied down, Ester would have to do the thrusting. She was awkward at first, but quickly got the hang of a rhythm as she pushed her head in towards him and pulled away from him, thrusting his cock in and out of her throat. This seemed to speed up the process as she began to taste the salty taste of cum dripping onto her tongue. To push him further, she reached into his trousers, gently playing with the hair around his balls, winding them around her small fingers. That did it, within seven minutes her brother had cum down her throat. Ester thought that this was too easy as she swallowed the cum and backed away from the soldier to look at the Commander. However, the smile on the Commander's face told her that this wasn't over.

With a sickening grin, Klaus ripped back the hood to expose the face of her blushing brother Paul who had tears of disbelief streaming down his face. Ester fell to her knees, unable to suppress an ear piercing scream as she realized just what she had been tricked into doing. Tears spilled down her face as she tried to form words, but nothing came. She couldn't take back what she had made her brother do or what she had done without resistance. Ester hiccuped and sobbed as she looked into her brother's face, looking for forgiveness and finding little for the moment. Her entire face was red as she sat there, speechless.

"Now now, you don't seem pleased with your brother's happiness. Come, show him some more. Lay down Ester." Klaus could barely contain a chuckle as he went about untying her brother. Hesitantly, and rather shakily, Ester responded to his order, laying her body on the cold basement ground. The sound of Klaus's fist connecting with her brother's face brought on more tears as she was then ordered to spread her legs.

Looking up at the ceiling, she felt the familiar feeling of a man in between her legs, except now it was her brother. "Now, in retribution for your piss poor attitude yesterday you will put on a show for Klaus and I. At every moment if you are not catching your breath or your mouth is not otherwise...preoccupied, you will cry out and moan in satisfaction from your brother's thrusts, his touches, his very being. Do you understand?" The Commander asked curtly, sending a crashing wave of hatred through Ester. She suddenly realized why she was being punished, for his amusement. This wouldn't have been so hard to absorb, but now he was involving her brother in one of the most personal acts a human can have.

With a pitiful stare of defeat and sorrow, Ester's brother began to thrust his pre-moistened dick into her folds as gently as he could. He waited there until he was sure he wouldn't hurt her before beginning to form a slow, even rhythm that Ester responded to with screams of pleasure masquerading screams of rage.

"Beg for him to go harder." Ester did, begging, pleading in breathless gasps for her brother to fuck her harder. Her face was one of pure mortification as she forced the words out of her mouth and his face only seemed to mask hers as he complied.

"Tell him how much you want him to go faster."

"Please, please fuck me...fuck me faster...I need this...I need you...to go faster..." She gasped, her words holding truth that if he went faster, this would be over sooner. Despite her greatest efforts, pleasure had begun to form and she was growing hot as he grew harder and began to throb. Without being told, Ester began to thrust against him, joining his quickening pace as pleasure swept across her body, her breaths coming in staggers and sweat dripping down her sides. Ester forced an exaggerated cry out as she came, her body lying limp and defeated beneath her brother's quivering body as he came into his sister.

Fresh tears welled in her eyes as he rolled off of her body and as far from her as he could, returning to his chair. Weakly, she sat up, turning to the Commander and looking for his approval of her performance.

 

[The_PG]

Obvious would be an understatement at the time that Ester glanced towards Emil. It was utterly obvious, completely blatant, perfectly clear that he was happy with what had just happened. Everything he wanted to happen, for his amusement, had happened. This kind of control made him quite hard in his pants, and the sight of teary eyed Ester didn't help very much. He walked over to where she was sitting hopelessly and knelt at her side. With a slight twinkle in his eyes he whispered in her ear. He told her just how perfect she was, such a beautiful slut, the perfect slave to do anything her master wished. In fact, she was too good. Her choking sob told him that she understood exactly what he meant by that last little bit. She didn't even need him to press her small, delicate hand against his throbbing cock. He sat down then, behind her, and unzipped his fly so that his tool was sitting straight in the air like a flagpole. With ease he lifted Ester over, and down onto his hard erection. He kissed the smooth nape of her neck before whispering into her ear as seductively as he could.

"Watch you brother... Watch him as you fuck me... Remember how it felt when you scream, when you came, when you made love with him..."

As he spoke, Emil rubbed his hands across her chest; massaging her small breasts and pinching them gently. To his delight she was responding, at least more then the night before in his bed. Her body was shivering, her nipples erect, and there was a gentle panting coming from her thin lips. Once again he kissed the exposed nape of her neck, then licked the wet spot, and kissed it again. His hands moved to her hips to help her raise and slide down his thick cock. He began to whisper again, more and more, telling her how beautiful her brother thought she was. How much he would want to fuck her, now that he had a taste, and of course right on cue Paul's dick once again began to fill with blood and harden. Emil laughed and sent his cock deep inside of Ester once again, "You see what I mean?" He asked in a mocking, haughty tone. Her gasp and blush made him chuckle again.

"You like it just as much as he does... Don't you? You like knowing that your own brother thinks you're as sexy as I do... When I tell you Ester, you are going to cum, but you are going to do it staring into your brothers eyes. I want him to see just how much pleasure a real human can bring anyone. Even you ratty little Jews."

With a slight nip at her tender little ear he began to pick up the pace with his strong arms, raising and lowering Ester onto his hot shaft that plunged deep into her tight depths again and again. There was a slightly wet sound as he fucked, but it was covered by both his deep breaths and her shallow panting. As he felt his balls tightening he began grunting commands to Ester.

"Make sure... You watch him... Don't look away... Show him what you want... Show him you want it from me... Now Ester... Cum!"

Just as he spoke Emil felt the orgasm wash over his stomach and burst through his dick. He began dumping large loads of his seed deep inside of Ester's small cunt with relish. He held her against him tightly, and craned his neck to make sure she was watching her brother as the tremors began to race through her small body. He whispered encouragement as he felt the dam breaking and her body reacting so... Perfectly. It was all so very perfect. Just as Emil wanted it, that was the best thing about his position. Everything he wanted to happen, happened. All he had to do was snap his well manicured fingers and a host of men would come running to do anything he wanted. Even slaves with nothing to loose, like Ester, would do exactly what he told her to do.

 

[Kiari03]

Ester flinched as the Commander came closer to her, a dark glint in his eyes that told her she wasn't finished. She whimpered as he whispered softly in her ear, wanting more than anything to get away from him. "Too good..." Her bloodshot teary eyes met with his crystal blue ones and a sob escaped from her as she realized exactly what she wanted. Without hesitation, she reached up to his throbbing cock with her quivering hand, preparing to take him into her mouth. However, he stopped her, taking a seat behind her so that she was facing her horror stricken older brother. Ester swallowed hard as she was lifted, knowing exactly what to anticipate as he sat her down on his shaft, making her groan from the familiar feeling of pleasure.

She nearly choked when she realized that she would not be permitted to look away from her brother, but would have to stare right at him as she fucked the Commander. Her heart was racing with anticipation and anxiety as he lifted her up and down, his words taunting and mocking her. Still, she responded as he wanted, knowing that she couldn't resist. Arching her back slightly as he pinched at her nipples and moaned, her breathing turning into soft pants. His words held truth, because there, as her brother watched, he too grew an erection. The thought disgusted Ester, but she knew he couldn't help it and with all she could muster, she gave him the same reassuring wink that he had given her the day he made her cum.

She obeyed, she watched him, she came on command as he came into her. She tried to hold back, she tried not to feel the pleasure, but she couldn't help it. Her quivering stomach gave up so easily and she came with a loud scream of pleasure, staring directly into her brother's tear filled eyes. Ester had to do something, she couldn't stay silent as the Commander lifted her off of his shaft and tossed her onto her side on the ground. With all of her strength, she cleared her throat and spoke,

"My brother is a better lover than you are." Ester spoke with both an even tone and a glare squarely placed on her face, staring now into the Commander's eyes. If he was going to embarrass her in front of her brother, saying these words in front of his men was the least that she could do. They were only words, but they were strong ones at that. She hoped these words would anger the Commander, because....well...anger loves company.

Klaus watched in amazement as this played out. The Commander was so calm, so confident, and obviously foolish. He was giving Klaus all he needed to file a report to Himmler, who would then conduct an investigation. If he saw that the Jews were being so well fed in the camps, that the death rate was as low as it was, and that he couldn't even control his own slave...well...he might just reconsider Emil's leadership qualities. And the very moment Himmler did begin to question, well, Klaus would be right there with a resume ready to be reviewed on the spot. Klaus knew it was only a matter of time now as he left the basement and Ester to whatever fate lay ahead of her to begin filing his report. He would send it with the mail in two days time, enough time to gather the information he needed and to put it convincingly into a letter format.

 

[The_PG]

As the pen dropped softly onto the paper and the scratching finished Klaus breathed in deeply and held the sweet air in his lungs, savoring it as best he could. It tasted like victory. The end of a long, tough road that could not be traveled any further. This letter would be the defining point in his career. It would not take very long before reaching the hands of Himmler himself through various connections of Klaus's own. Sure, it would be read beforehand, but he had taken proper care to write it in a way that would only justify his concerns. No true Nazi could deny that giving good rations to Jews when they could be going to soldiers on the front or even animals that worked the farms was not a crime. Nor falling in love with a little Jew rat like his Commander had. Sure, he did not have the pictures anymore to prove it, but he had the eye witness testimony of two very loyal privates; loyal to him, and him alone. These things with the right words whispered from his various contacts would prove to be more then sufficient to have Commander Emil removed from duty and Klaus placed in his stead.

The last thing he needed... No...

The last thing he wanted was to watch that little bitch scream. Right before the Commander put a bullet between her eyes himself, after he had killed her family in front of her eyes. With the letter sent he had a bit of time to this, especially since the Commander had virtually left him in charge of the place. After the dirty little Jew slut had snapped at him the Commander had not seemed himself. He had left with no further orders to Klaus other then to keep Ester working the entire day as normally would happen, and return her brother to the prison. It was very strange, but also another piece of testimony for the privates to see just how twisted the Commander was around the little Jew rats dainty finger for not shooting her on the spot, or at least bitch slapping her to kingdom come. Klaus had done the honors, beating her pretty little face several times, until she was bleeding from both nostrils and a cut on her lip. It had felt good. He had enjoyed it immensely, and then he had ordered her around for several hours. It was quite the delight, a great way to spend his day with the knowledge that every second brought his mail closer to Himmler.

Now before the Commander returned it was time to push the more personal part of his plan into action, while Ester cleaned one of the many guest rooms Klaus slipped into the Commander's office and went through his desk drawers quickly. He found several packs of cigarette's and took two. They were extremely valuable in the prison below, and slipping them to Paul before he left would have been possible for Ester, even though she of course, didn't. Instead Klaus sent them to one of his true trusty privates and had them slip them to one of the Jewish informers, who in turn slipped them into the pockets of Paul's pants.

This way when he was searched the following day, before or after Klaus's letter arrived, the Commander would be given every reason to kill not only Ester, but her entire family. Abusing her position by slipping a bit of food to herself or even to her family could go overlooked and it often was for those Jews who had privileges outside of the prison. But stealing cigarettes that were used to bribe guards and curry favors from the Commander himself was unforgivable. He would have to kill her. Or at the very least punish her to the point that she wished to be dead, and Klaus felt... Knew... That if the Commander did not then he could go about relieving the man himself, with or without Himmler's permission. And if he did, Klaus would be able to smile and watch as he tore little Ester's life apart. Then he would wait a few days before the man was removed from duty. Perhaps a less angry and more subtle man might think that keeping Ester and the Commander close would have been best. Many more pictures could have been taken, and perhaps even a confession from the Commander himself when he was tried. But for Klaus it was simply too personal, not only had Ester tried to thwart his plans, but he'd become second fiddle to her in the eyes of the Commander. The man was in love with a Jewish girl. A proud, Nazi officer was in love with a little girl. A little Jewish girl. This could not go unpunished and the most powerful, dangerous, ruthless punishment was to have the man himself kill the one he loved, and all of her flea infested rat family.

These thoughts made Klaus so emotional that he nearly jumped when Ester entered the room. She said in a quiet, humble voice, that the room was finished. He turned in his chair with a deadly little smile that he thought was quite his own, but in reality it was only an imitation of the one his Commander had perfected so many years ago. He motioned for her to come closer, the stink of sweat and cum was still on her; as was the smell of blood from where it had dried on her upper lip and trembling chin. Klaus gave a little grimace at the sight and motioned her away with his hand.

"Go get cleaned up so that when the Commander returns he can mess you up again, and when you're done, get to dinner. He'll be hungry... Before or after he is done with you... By the way. Your performance was remarkable today. I didn't know Jewish girls like you were trained so easily to fuck like dogs. Your brother was... Quite happy, i think. He smiled the whole way back to camp." Though he wanted the words to sting, he was quite sure about halfway through his speech that they hardly stung, and were more like the nips of a puppy to Ester. So he waved her off again once he was finished, as if he had something busy to attend to rather then imagining the downfall of the Commander. Which he really didn't. He could not fucking wait to end that tramp. That Jew.

Emil had left rather rapidly from the presence of Ester, Klaus, and her brother. It wasn't anything pressing or embarrassing. He simply was finished, and as the Commander he had the right and the will to leave whenever he wished without loosing face. Ester's words were... Childish... And they would come back to haunt her before he was through with her, he had already seen to that, and afterward he and Max had finished their tour of the camp before meeting several important politicians from back in Germany. They were staying at one of the local hostels and wanted their own personal tour of his personal domain. Where he was God and where glowing reports were sent from anytime a commanding General or head of state stopped to inspect the place. They saw, first hand, how he calmly went about running this place like any efficient German work camp. He made sure to stress work, just before executing two Jews that he had spared from daily rounds for the past two days for this moment. The snapping gunshots had startled the soft politicians with their thick necks and triple chins, but later they would tell about how satisfying it was to watch two rats gurgle their last breaths into the mud.

They had invited Emil to dine with them, but he had replied that he had more pressing things to deal with at him. He didn't tell them that these pressing issues were a little Jewish girl named Ester thought. It was a bit too suspicious. After thinking about how to deal with her little insubordinate outburst, Emil had decided to do exactly what he had thought about doing earlier. He had all three of Ester's brothers brought back to his house. They were stripped and tied to chairs just like Paul had been the first time, but they were all gagged so he could give no warning of what would be happening in the next room, and then in theirs.

"Max, find." The soft command was like a starters pistol to the huge German shepherd at his side. The dog shot off like a lightning bolt, a low growl rising from his throat, and his teeth bared. He found Ester in the kitchen fishing something out of the low storage closest. Her cute little bum was the only thing that saw the violent ball of fur rushing at her. With a snarl he grabbed the thick leather strap that ran between her legs and pulled her clear of the closest into the middle of the kitchen. Then he let go, and and stood with his massive teeth poised over her neck. Max let out a low growl, warning her that any movement and he would tear her little, tender body to bits. Then he gave two sharp barks; letting the Commander know that he had done his duty.

"Good boy Max,"

Emil tossed the dog a piece of the bratwurst from the plate on the corner. Immediately it paid no more attention to Ester as Emil bent down and placed a hand on the inside of her leg and craned his head even lower so that he could whisper into her ear. His voice dripped of carefully considered and weighed anger, but it came flooding out like hot lava.

"I know you are angry with my... Sharing... But that is just something you are going to have to get used to. And perhaps you were right about your brother, but we'll see if you stand by your word in a little while yet. Right now you have to be punished for being such a... What's the word? Hrmph," Without warning Emil slammed his fist into the back of Ester's chest; pushing the air out of her lungs with one punch.

"Disobedience will have to do," Without air, Ester felt lighter then it, and Emil scooped her up easily off the floor. He carried her back to his playroom and slipped her wrists into two loops that hung from the ceiling. With one swift tug he ripped her entire outfit off. Then he bent and attached her ankles to the floor. He made sure to stretch her until she was straining against every rope.

"Do you remember this?"

Emil was holding the coiled leather whip that had made the four scars across her otherwise smooth back. He let it stretch like a snake; slithering down her nude, shaking form. The leather creaked as it unfurled down her nude front and curled to between her legs. Slowly Emil pulled it back up and behind her. Only once it left her skin he replaced it with another wider and softer leather strip. It would not break the skin nearly as easily as the black leather snake he had just dragged over her bare flesh. With a snicker he let the belt fly, aiming and hitting the inside of her thigh with a resounding snap. He did not stop either; knowing that he could not break her perfectly smooth skin he let fly again and again. Snapping the leather against her soft, sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs and working down to her calf before working up the other leg until he was at her butt working to turn it red. He knew her screams and cries would be hear easily in the next room, but that only made him swing harder. By the time he was finished her entire backside, ribs, and thighs were purely red. He was certain they burned, and her cries were a near constant scream.

There was a light film of sweat on Emil's face from the effort he'd put forth, but it was nothing compared to what drenched the little slut in front of him. Perhaps the most surprising thing for Emil was finding the bit of moisture between Ester's thighs once he was finished. Not just between her thighs, but in the little red slit between her thighs. The pain brought her... Pleasure? He couldn't believe it. Carefully he stuck his finger inside, and ground his palm into her clitoris, he searched her eyes. Looking for anything that would betray the physical reaction of her stretched and taut body, wondering if perhaps he had really found something so special.

 

[Kiari03]

Ester had rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand as she became aware that she wasn't dead. Sure, Klaus's merciless beating to her face left her cut and bleeding, but it was nothing compared to what she had expected to happen, and that made her nervous. Why had the Commander left in such a hurry? Something didn't seem right with the unussually happy Klaus either. Perhaps it was this strange behavior that prompted her to act the way she did as she went about her chores in deep thought. Thoughts of Himmler....of the resume...the pictures. Was it those very thoughts that led her to stand next to the mail box inside of the house?

It was common to find mail boxes inside of houses, next to the doors so that letters could be promptly delivered to the mail men without the fear of the letters being destroyed by pesky neighbors or the weather. Of course, this allowed for Ester's curious hands to reach into the box and file through the letters hastily. Many of the letters had been written by the Commander and a couple of them by Klaus. Ester stopped when she saw one letter addressed to Himmler, the name she had been bothering herself with for the past couple of days. Before she could be caught she quickly stuffed the letter down the front of her dress and went into the Commander's office with a duster.

As she pulled the letter from between her glistening skin and the tight fabric she hid under the Commander's desk, her ears straining for any noises that may tell her that trouble was on it's way. Of course, no sound came, and Ester quickly opened the letter to see if she could find a clue as to who this Himmler was and what Klaus wanted with him.

The letter read:

"This is your loyal servant Klaus Senterfit, currently stationed under the command of Emil Adler in the Buchenwald work camp located in Weimar, Germany. I understand that you are a busy man in this movement to remove the world of the Jewish vermin that plaques us all, so I will not waste time with flattery as I believe this letter will reach you most urgently regarding the leadership of Buchenwald. The prisoners here a fat and happy, hardly producing as much as neighboring work camps while they steal food from the soldiers on the front line. The Commander has refused to understand we are simply too infested with these rats and that there is a dire need for an extermination.

At first I didn't understand his hesitation to further rid the world of their kind, but now I understand clearly. Commander Emil Adler has fallen in love with a young Jewish girl he keeps as a slave. I understand that one such as yourself, as powerful and all seeing as you are, having trouble believing this bit of disturbing news, but I assure you that the truth of my words can be validated by the words of two privates that have been witness to countless instances in which this Jew has been given special treatment and been spared a bullet where others have not. Just this morning she insulted his masculinity and he left ashamed, forcing me to discipline the girl. I implore you to visit this diseased camp as soon as possible to witness for yourself the depravity of what is occurring here. If my words hold no truth, I will gladly face a firing squad for the betrayal of contacting you, but I assure you that by the end of your visit, you will not wish to point a gun at me.

Hail Hitler, Hail Victory, Hail My Leader,

Klaus Senterfit"

Ester sat back on her heels, stunned. She had had no idea that Klaus had been so desperate for power, that he would risk his life trying to remove Emil from office. Was what he had said in this letter true? Was he actually feeding Jews rather than letting them die off from starvation? Was he really in love with her? Klaus had witnessed the way the Commander had treated at least one other slave, so why would his words not hold validity? The idea made Ester blush as she quickly folded and hid the letter in the book that contained the pictures she had stolen. This letter would not leave this house, not if she could help it.

Ester knew she had to tell Emi-the Commander what she had found out, but when could she? How could she tell him so that he would believe her? As she finished her chores she decided that she would tell him that night after their bath or at another personal moment...should he not kill her for her outburst first. The thought made her shiver as she walked into Klaus's office, making him jump in surprise. "I'm finished with my chores. The rooms have been swept, mopped, dusted, and scrubbed." She said quietly, staring into the face of the Commander's betrayer with calm eyes. Now that the weight of the mystery had been lifted off of her shoulders, she somehow felt better. Timidly, Ester stepped forward, only to be shooed away by Klaus with a disgusted grimace across his face.

His words made no difference to her as she turned in mock disgrace, a smile playing on her face as she left the room. She believed that she had beaten him, she had intercepted the letter, and soon, he would pay. Still, there was a truth to his first sentence. First, she would have to pay for her earlier transgressions. After she had cleaned herself up, removing the dried smeared blood from her face, she went about making dinner for Klaus and the Commander.

"Hmmmm...some rolls would be good tonight...now where's the flour..." She had murmured softly, bending down to search the pantry. A rough pull from behind sent her flying into the middle of the kitchen floor, leaving her eye level and stunned with a dog that wanted nothing more than to rip her throat out. Ester whimpered, tears forming in her eyes from the thought that this dog might end her life when to her relief she saw the Commander enter the room, giving the dog what she had been preparing for dinner, and placing his firm hand on her thigh.

Her lower lip trembled as she listened to his words, she went to apologize, beg even, but before she could utter a sound her breath was roughly stolen from her, leaving her gasping for air as the Commander effortlessly lifted her off of the ground. Ester was too afraid to fight as she was brought back into that terrifying room. She didn't resist as he tied her ankles down to the ground, forcing her to strain and sway against the ropes that held her arms painfully above her head. His question was responded to by a whimper and a small, very quiet, yes. The feel of the leather against her skin covered her with goosebumps and chills as his came to rest between her legs. Then, a strange feeling of arousement as she lightly tightened her thighs around the leather before it was taken away.

Before Ester could brace herself or think about the strange feeling of pleasure that she had felt a sharp slap echoed through the room, followed by her pain filled screams. Terror set in as she believed he was beating her with the same whip that had so easily scarred her back. By the time he was finished she was screaming so violently that her face had turned as red as her bum and she was twisting violently against the binds. She believed that by now she was bleeding so violently that she would die, but as the pain and terror subsided she felt no blood drip down her body. Nothing, just the feeling of warmth softly pulsing from in between her legs. Ester gasped and groaned as his finger penetrated and his palm roughly ground against her. Her eyes betrayed her almost instantly to the delight of the Commander who quickly backed away with a grin on his face.

"Now now...Who knew you were enjoying your punishment Ester? Well...we'll just have to see about that." Ester waited anxiously as she heard the sound of his zipper being undone. The feeling of his rough fingers gently swirling the juices inside of her slit made her moan when suddenly a tremendous amount of pressure exploded from Esters ass as the Commander roughly forced his erect cock inside of her unused hole. Ester screamed out hoarsely in pain as he pushed deeper and deeper into her, but her body was contradicting itself. The pain that she felt only magnified her pleasure, so as he pulled out of her and roughly jammed himself back in, she began to moan and cry out as his teeth sank into the nip of her neck, licking up the blood that trailed down her skin. Ester's skin was covered in chills and sweat as he picked up his rhythm, forcing her to groan and cry out in pleasure as her stomach tightened in response to the wonderful new feeling of pain and pleasure together as one. It didn't take long for Ester to climax and shortly after for the Commander to do the same, leaving a line of cum dripping from Ester's throbbing hole down the back of her legs. She bit her lower lip as she gasped for air, feeling the rough pinch of her nipples being squeezed by the Commander's rough hands as though he were trying to experiment with this new found source of pleasure for Ester.

 

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Emil could almost not believe what he was seeing, what he felt; his finger coated with slippery wet juices that had come from her little slit. Pleasure, from pain. There was no doubt about. He had done absolutely nothing to pleasure her, and in fact everything he had done was designed to frighten and hurt her. The realization gave him goosebumps everywhere; from the back of his neck down to the base of his spine. His already full cock, hardened with blood and expanded in his pants. His hands moved across her taut body to firmly grasp and squeeze her tender ass as it poked against what was throbbing in his pants. The idea that popped into his head was simply too erotic, too perfect for this situation to possibly pass up. In an instant his dick was done and aimed between her legs. He wanted to get this right the first time. No clumsy boy shuffling or touchy feely things. Ester needed to feel just how angry he got when she talked about, and she needed to feel this pain. Even if it did bring her pleasure too.

"Now now...Who knew you were enjoying your punishment Ester? Well...we'll just have to see about that."

With one thrust of his powerful hips he plunged the entire length of his dick inside her tight asshole. Aside from a bit of spittle he had smeared onto his cock, the entrance was completely dry. It did not stay that way as pre-cum was liberally applied to every area of her ass. Inside and out, as he thrust his cock in and out violently. He knew there would be blood too, but what he did not expect was the violent clamping of her strong ass as she came. Ester came violently and her taut body couldn't stop cumming as he thrust his hard, angry cock into her tight asshole again and again. The sounds of her whimpering cries and most of all the feeling of her tight, bloody, slick ass gripping his cock so hard made it impossible for Emil to hold out any longer. With one final thrust he held himself inside of her; unleashing a torrent of cum inside her bruised bowels. The height of climax had him incredibly high, and he rested against her small frame as he continued to pour his seed inside of her stomach. Finally, when he was finished he took a deep breath and straightened.

His arms draped over Ester's body and he roughly pinched her erect tits. They were perfectly shaped and sized, not much bigger then apples or lemons, but perfectly round. Like a tennis ball really. He squeezed hard, and chuckled softly as she bit her lower lip and trembled. He could feel the mixture running out her ass and down their thighs, but mostly he felt her body trembling against him as he toyed with it some more. Ester doubtlessly didn't know why he was still playing, he had his fun, hadn't he? Perhaps by now she realized he would never just leave her alone... Because she was simply too much fun.

"That was... Interesting..." He whispered in her ear, before kissing just below it gently, "I never have found a slave that enjoyed getting fucked in the ass quite like that. You are a very strange and... Interesting little slut. You are Jewish and believe in a God that hasn't protected you, who has forsaken you to me. The devil, or one of his demons at the very least," Emil chuckled again. "Yet, you cum harder then any whore on snort and enjoy being beaten like a little masochist. Your body is young, innocent, but it knows that it wants my cock deep inside of it, any way it can get it... Not just my cock either... Your brothers... Our guests... I'm sure even Max would make you feel like you were in heaven, and it doesn't matter which hole either. The front, back. Your mouth. Well... I guess we'll just have to try all three, won't we?"

"Bring them in."

There was some shuffling in the other room as soldiers hoisted each boy into the room one by one. Paul, the eldest was laid on the floor on his back with his hands cinched tightly underneath him. His ankles were latched to the same rings that Ester's were tied to. Then Ester was removed from the bonds that held her to the ceiling and laid back against Paul's front. His cock rubbed against her slimy butt, but it stayed soft for the meantime. The next two younger boys both had their arms tied behind their backs as well. They were placed straddling over Ester's body. One by her hips, the other above her face. Ester was left untied, save for her ankles.

"Get them all hard. You have five minutes, if by that time you don't have a cock in your mouth, ass, and pussy. I will shoot one of your brothers... Boys... If you aren't hard, and trying your best to give your sister a good time, by that time. I will kill one of you. Then once you're all dead. I'll shoot your parents, in front of Ester, before I kill her. After I let the dog fuck her, since you wont' have done the job properly. Now... Get going..."

It was plain to see Emil was dead serious, for he was fingering his pistol with one hand and his cock with the other. Watching Ester carefully as she tried to hide her face, pussy, and breasts from her three siblings.

 

[Kiari03]

His words perplexed her, was what he was saying really true? Sure, her body responded the same to anyone who might be fucking her, even a dog, but her mind wasn't in it with them. As she gasped for air, she quickly began to wonder how exactly he planned to use all of her holes at once, when suddenly it hit her. She began to struggle and fight against her bonds as she saw her younger brother and two older brothers being brought into the room. "Don't do this! I didn't mean what I said! You're the best I've ever had or will have!" Ester cried out in desperation, tears welling up as Paul was laid down on the ground.

Ester choked as she looked into the horrified faces of her three brothers, two of them having not been exposed to this before. They were too afraid to say much except to ask her what was going on and to inform her that she was bleeding. She sobbed as her chains were released from the ceiling and she was laid on top of Paul's pounding chest. His eyes focused on the dim light hanging from the ceiling as he undoubtedly imagined himself in a better place. Ester desperately tried to cover the front of her body with her hands, to shield the two brothers who hadn't seen her like this before, but her effort did little to hide what was about to happen. Ralph was centered over her hips and Michael was centered over her mouth, leaving very little to the imagination as Ester turned her face from all of them to stare at the Commander with new found fear and pain.

Ester cried out in frustration as she heard his words, feeling this to be a death sentence. Paul, who had remained silent until now, spoke.

"Ester...Ester...listen to me...calm down and do as he says...do it for mother and father. Guys...if we can do this to keep alive the parents that gave us life then...then it's worth it." He spoke the last words the clenched teeth as it seemed he tried to convince himself of the truth behind his words as well.

Ester swallowed hard as she wrapped her mind around the task at hand. Softly, she began to blow her breath on the tip of Micheal's head. She then began to grind her butt with all of it's slippery juices against Paul's and reached to gently stroke the youngest brother, Ralph's cock with her fingers, gently tugging on the pubic hairs. Ester quickly formed a rhythm to where she was able to perform all three acts in unison and received gratifying grunts in response to her efforts. Within four minutes, her grinds, breath, and fingers had succeeded to get all three of her brother's hard and, hesitantly, they entered her body together.

As Micheal lowered himself to take advantage of her open mouth, his hands found her breasts and gently began to tug at the erect nipples, sending goosebumps through Ester's body as he slowly forced the entirety of his dick down her throat. Ralph slowly, but more eagerly entered Ester's warm slippery slit with a definitive thrust that made her gasp, inadvertently giving more pleasure to Micheal whose cock was still inside of Ester. Finally, Paul gently began to thrust himself inside of Ester's throbbing ass as the warm juices and blood overtook his cock in soft ecstasy.

Then, all three brother's lifted, and pushed into Ester's body all at once. Michael worked attentively on Ester's nipples, Ralph massaged Ester's thighs more vigorously with each thrust, and Paul kissed and licked the nape of Ester's neck passionately. She cried out from the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that overtook her body from the combination of their touches, their thrusts, their breaths enveloping her body in hot steam. She arched her back, her small body tensing, her toes curling from the ecstasy of the touch of her own brothers.

They too seemed to have lost themselves in the moment, having picked up the rhythm substantially and no longer seeming to hied the Commanders warning. They were performing these actions to Ester now, because they wanted to. Their grunts, the sweat streaming down their bodies, the very looks of hunger on their face was evidence of this.

Ester heard the familiar click of the camera, but she didn't care enough to cover her or the faces of her brothers as her tongue rubbed up and down the shaft of Micheal's lucky cock, the pain of having her ass penetrated, and the pleasure of her younger brother taking charge of her slit overpowered her thoughts. Then, she felt the cocks of her three brothers swell and pulse inside of their steaming holes before each released themselves, moments before Ester came to her own climax, her eyes rolling back from the mind blowing experience. Ester quickly swallowed the deposit Michael had left inside of her mouth and proceeded to catch her breath, her gasps matching the pattern of her brother Paul's who still had his cock lodged in her tight hole.

Ester grimaced as she heard the sound of clapping coming from the Commander. The order was given, and she was hoisted off of her brother to stand before all three who had experienced their sister in a way that they would never forget and didn't totally regret.

 

[The_PG]

"Perfect... Quite perfect... You've all been very good. Your parents shouldn't be worried. Just ashamed. Private, have these photographs developed and posted in the camp. Make sure there is a good little write up too. Explaining just how enthusiastic and natural these boys were. I'm sure every Jewish slut will want a piece of them. Very good, dismissed."

The soldiers took all three brothers away quickly and efficiently, thrusting them back into the confines of the camp only minutes before inspection. They had just enough time to straighten themselves and their wooden bunks before the bugle sounded. Not nearly enough time to tell their parents anything about what had happened. The soldiers themselves were still hard from the sight they had seen, and none could wait before they would be allowed off duty to visit one of the local whore houses, or perhaps take their own Jewish prisoner aside for a little private inspection. None could act upon it though, and neither could any of the brothers get their heads on straight except for perhaps Paul, who had experienced it before. Not before an alarm went up and out. Soldiers came hurtling out of the barracks where Ester's family was housed. They had two cigarette cases in their hands, both baring the initials of the Commander. Immediately Klaus was present, he ordered the privates to report this matter directly to the Commander before any punishments were handed out in camp. The rest of the inspection went normally; meaning several Jews were beaten and one or two shot before everything was finished and everyone but Ester's family was sent back to their barracks.

Emil was just buckling his belt back on when the privates arrived, breathless. He told the man to catch his breath as he looked over Ester where she was curled on the nearby bed. She was clearly exhausted; covered in sweat, cum, and a bit of blood still running down between her legs. The doctor had been fetched, just in case. That was after the brothers had left, and Emil had such a raging hardness in his pants that he could not simply dismiss her or give her some trivial task. He had fucked her, slowly, while telling her what a beautiful, angelic, slutty little girl she was. Perhaps her body was just on auto pilot at this time, but she once again responded to every touch and every word as he fucked her. They came together sweetly, and for the first time in sometime Emil thought he saw a bit of that glowing puppy love that he used to see every night and every morning. Only it was just a flash, and now it was replaced with cold, stark, iron clad fear as the private caught his breath and blurted, "In her barracks... Your cigarette cases... We found them... She stole them."

Of course Ester was immediately in denial, even in her exhausted state she realized what this would most certainly mean. The death of everyone she had just fucked to prevent such a thing from happening. For a moment it crossed Emil's mind that perhaps someone had set her up? Of all the things Ester might do, he did not imagine stealing as one of them, for it would simply jeopardize her family and she had to know this intimately by now. He knew that she wanted them to live above all other things, so it did not fit. However... She was the only one who had access to his drawer and had often seen him smoking the cigarettes. Perhaps one of her brothers, no, it had to be Paul. Paul convinced her to steal them, for among the camp cigarette's were especially valuable and could be used for numerous things. Finally he had enough of her babbling, "Be quiet." He commanded sternly, before smacking her across the cheek and noting with satisfaction that she was bleeding.

He took the case from the private and lit one of the fine cigarette's. Then inhaled deeply and spoke softly, "Go and fetch her family... Have them brought into the basement. I... We... Will meet you there... I don't know why you did it Ester, but it is going to cost you dearly. Once I'm finished... You'll wish to be dead." Leaning over he blew smoke into her face and whispered, "I've still yet to decide whether to accommodate that wish."

Reaching out he stubbed the lit cigarette into her back. He grinned at the scream. Her exhausted body was on edge; probably feeling everything twice as much as before. He inspected the cigarette and puffed on it again. Smiling happily as it lit back up. Once again he pressed it against her tender flesh, relishing the screams. He'd do this a little longer before moving on to more painful things. His knife for one, then perhaps the whip, since she feared it so much. This time Emil decided to be sure she wouldn't accidentally get turned on. This pain needed to be far too strong, too sharp, and too much for her little mind to handle. Sooner or later she'd admit to stealing from him, then he would kill her family right in front of her eyes... He wondered vaguely about whether he would kill her or not as he once again stubbed the lit cigarette into her smooth back.

 

[Kiari03]

Ester was resting on the bed, her knees pulled into her chest as she took deep even breaths to try and calm her racing heart and mind. She knew now, that what he had said before wasn't true. He could fuck her, anyone could, and chances were that she would get aroused and her body would respond. However, she only responded with true emotion and love when with the Commander in their most gentle moments. The idea hit her rather hard as she came to the realization that she was in love with Emil, the Commander that held her life and heart in his often cruel hands. Ester went to speak, but before she could utter a sound a private came running into the room with true alarm writ across his face. Ester was too exhausted to care that she was naked infront of him and instead stared into the Commander's eyes with her own.

The private's words slapped her across the face and in a flash she was to her feet protesting. "Commander! I did no such thing! I've never stolen anything or lied to you! Please, surely you don't believe I would have the time or the courage to steal! It must be some mistake! Maybe Kla-" Her sentence was cut off by a cruel slap that made her teeth click down on her lower lip, sending a trail of blood down her trembling chin. Ester said no more...she knew that the Commander had made up his mind and there wouldn't be anything she could say to change it.

He was wrong, she wished that she was dead before he even began. Ester quickly resorted to begging, "Please, don't kill them...don't kill them...please kill me!" She cried out, resisting the urge to escape from the scorching feeling of the lit cigarette against her smooth back. She knew that resisting would only make this, perhaps final, punishment worse. However, her head felt like it was going to split open with all of the pain that she had experienced within the last two days and the idea of experiencing what he surely had in store made her feel sick. Her screams continued to echo through the room as he pressed the cigarette into her back three more times and finally snuffing out the cigarette against her slit.

Finally, the Commander scooped her weak body into his arms and made his way to the stairs. After he had made his way half way down the stairs, he threw her the rest of the way. Grinning in satisfaction from the cry of fear that escaped her as she flew through the air and the sickening thud as her naked body landed on the cold concrete.

Ester groaned in pain as she tried to get her vision straight, her head being one of the first things to hit the ground. For a moment she saw double and everything was moving, but slowly, her vision returned and there she saw the devilish grin on Klaus's face that let her know without a doubt that this was his doing. She gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with tears and rage as she tried to get to her feet. However, the moment she did, the Commander's boot connected with her throat and pressed down, hard. Ester gasped and squirmed as he applied the pressure, staring at her family who had begun to whisper and pray in horror.

"I want it fully understood what will happen here today. Your daughter and sister, my slave, stole from me to benefit you. This unacceptable act of defiance will cost each of you your lives, but not until she confesses to stealing those cigarettes. Until then, you will watch as your daughter begs for her own death as I tear her apart." The Commander's words were cold and final, forcing her mother to collapse and cry in defeat.

Finally, the Commander released the pressure on Ester's neck, not allowing her a moment to catch her breath before he picked her up by a clump of her hair and roughly threw her on the bed. As Ester gasped and panted for air, the Commander bound her arms and legs apart so tightly that she was held two inches off of the bed. She strained and tried desperately to speak, but the words only came out as stammers as she found herself under that same familiar light, unable to see anything but shadows.

"Bring me some vodka." She had heard the Commander say to one of the privates as he drew his knife. Ester whimpered as it came into her line of vision, swallowing back tears. "Please...listen.." Her pleads were met with a loud slap that seemed to silence the entire room.

"I'll tell you when I want you to speak. For now, I want to her you scream." He spoke calmly and softly as he firmly applied his knife to her exposed armpit. Then, with one violent strike, he tore open her flesh forcing a scream out of Ester's hoarse throat. The pain of having her arm stretched so far with an open gash was incredibly painful...but not as painful as it would be.

"Now...we must get that wound treated or it could get infected. We wouldn't want that..." Emil let his voice trail as he brought a bottle of cheap vodka into the light, before, ever so slowly, tilting the bottle and allowing a splash of alcohol to run over the cut. Ester was almost out of her mind with the pain, screaming constantly as he repeated the process to all four of her limbs and then to her tight stomach.

With her stomach, he placed the tip of the knife into her bellybutton until it stood straight up on it's own. Then, ever so casually, he placed his elbow on the knife, and pressed his weight down on the hilt, forcing it to carve into Ester. He quickly stopped, not wanting her to die just yet. He still wanted a confession and to see her scream some more. Back into the shadows he disappeared, to soak the whip with the remainders of what was in the vodka bottle before laying it across her body.

Ester felt no pleasure, nothing but agony ran through her entire as she sobbed and screamed. Her eyes widened as she saw the whip and hopelessly, she closed her eyes, and cried.

"Ester. Look at me. How many cigarettes did you steal?" He asked as though he were asking a child how many cookies she had taken.

"None." Ester replied instantly, her bloodshot eyes meeting those of the angry Commander's.

"Wrong answer" Was all that he said before he brought the vodka soaked whip down the front of her body, creating a slash from her chest to her hip. He smiled as if disciplining a lying child with a slap on the wrist as she screamed and desperately fought against her chains.

Emil then moved to release Ester, but only her arms. He twisted her to where she heaving chest was against the bed, creating a wonderful crackling sound, and took aim again. "How many was that?" He asked.

"NONE!" She screamed before the whip came crashing down on her again, this time twice.

"Each time you lie, I add another stroke. Now, HOW MANY?" He yelled, pulling her head up by her hair to scream into her face.

"I've told you, none!" This time three. This continued until she was to receive six strikes in a row. She was covered in cuts and blood and had already received fifteen malicious strikes. The light from her eyes was fading and her breath was shallow and broken. Everyone in the room could see that Ester wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. Finally, Emil changed the question to a little more basic, "What did you steal?" He asked, preparing to whip her again.

"Pictures...that Klaus took...of us...together..." Ester breathed, obviously half way out of her mind with pain and exhaustion. However, she did have the presence of mind to know that she didn't want her or her family to be the only ones to die today. "A letter....Klaus wrote...to someone named...Himmler...."

"Obviously she lies!" Klaus cried out in his defense perhaps a little too passionately.

Ester continued, knowing she wouldn't be conscious for much longer. "He said...you feed the Jews too much....that you love me...they're in your office....I wanted to tell you....but haven't had the chance. Look in the book titled....Gretchen...that book holds the truth...."

She heard Klaus defending himself with reminders that she was simply trying to save her own skin and that he was Emil's most loyal servant above any slutty filthy Jew.

With all of the strength Ester could muster, she reached out with one of her free hands and touched the Commander. "Please...for your sake...check that book...If you ever trusted me...even just a little...please..." Ester wasn't sure that the Commander headed her words, for moments later she was no longer among the realm of the conscious.

 

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With Ester's life obviously diminishing right in front of his very face Emil couldn't decide what to do. The accusations had to be false, but Ester was on her death bed and everyone, her sobbing family, Klaus, even the guards knew it. She would be dead very soon if she did not receive any help, but believing her would make all of those same lies that Klaus wanted to tell true. The answer that came to him, however, was almost too simple. Here he was debating whether or not to believe a Jewish girl, hardly old enough to know the devious natures of her elders. Yet she knew that Klaus, one of his most loyal soldiers, was also one of his most ambitious. The fact that he was even debating about whether to save her life or not was telling enough, and orders came flying from Emil as these thoughts finished passing through his head.

"Do not let that man move!" He snapped, pointing to Klaus. "You," He added, pointing to another soldier, "Go and find the doctor. Tell him to come immediately, and if he does not then shoot him and find another doctor. Go. Now! And you all take the family somewhere else."

He turned to where one of the guards had placed his hands on Klaus's shoulder and sat him down heavily in the nearest chair.

The Commander's face was a mask of rage and barely controlled anger. Klaus had never truly witnessed the Commander like this, well he had, but never had those emotions been directed at him. Annoyance, at the worst, he had felt. Now he was truly terrified and he felt something warm dripping down his legs. Thankfully in the shadows nobody else had noticed, not with the overpowering scent of blood and cheap vodka that filled the room. Try as he might he could not regain any of his former composure and as the Commander asked him in a tone that was more frightening then his looks whether or not the Jewish whore was speaking the truth he found that he could make no sound or in anyway change the frightened expression that was on his face. He hardly even heard the man, but what he did hear frightened his pathetic soul to the core.

"...And if I find that she is telling the truth... Ten times as much... Why won't you say anything, coward!!!"

Emil left the room only once the doctor arrived in a huff, but he saw that he could not be complained about being pulled from one of his many fun and quite enjoyable games with the youngest of the prisoners that he had available to cater his tastes. Once he saw the doctor calmly taking his time to begin proper bandaging of Ester did he leave. He went and found the book Gretchen. The room was a mess by the time he finished looking for it. She will have a hard time cleaning that up, he thought; forgetting for the briefest of moments what had just happened.

Upon finding the book he collapsed into his reading chair and looked at the cover without opening it. He did not want to open it at first. He did not want to find what he knew would be there... And if it was not, would that even be worst?

A coward was someone he found inherently shameful. He would not be one. Without further hesitation he whipped the book open. Surprisingly, and pleasantly, he immediately breathed a deep sigh of relief. It was all there. The letter he read with growing anger, and he was about to jump from his seat when a picture spilled over and he was able to see it for the first time. It was the most beautiful sight he had seen in all his life; it made his heart skip a beat. He and Ester lying entwined together with his lips whispering something in her ear that made her smile, perhaps a bit nervously, but she was happier then he could possibly imagine. The other pictures he pulled from the stack were much the same and strangely enough he could remember almost every moment whether in the bath, or the bedroom, or even in the kitchen as she tried to cook and he bothered her incessantly.

Did that mean he was in love?

Quite possibly was the only answer he could logically come up with, even though he knew that love was considered illogical his mind was not. Slowly now, he stood up and walked down the long corridor until coming to the foul smelling room he entered silently and waited until the doctor, his aides, Klaus, and the soldiers all took notice of him. They all stood uncertainly save the doctor who only glanced at him before moving back to the wounds he was in the process of stitching up. The others all looked at him differently... Save for Klaus who was too frightened still to comprehend the change that had overtaken the Commander that was so readily visible to all the others. It was the doctor who broke the utter silence (aside, of course, from Klaus's whimpers).

"You've done quite a number to her Herr Commander," He said in his typical uncaring charm with a slight snicker upon the end. "Still, she will be ready for more in twenty-four hours, forty-eight if you really want to have some fun."

"How long until she's better?"

"A full recovery? Hmm... Well the scarring won't ever go away, but a week before she could return to house labor. Two for back to the camp."

"Thank you doctor... Guards... Take Klaus to his room. He is to stay there under guard."

"Ja Herr!"

"Doctor... Will she wake up soon?"

"No... no sir... I had to give her some pain killers to prevent her from shutting anything more down. She might awake by tomorrow."

"Okay... Once you are finished leave an aide to tend to her, then you may go."

"Very well sir..."

The last thing Emil had to do was by far the easiest for him that day. He walked into Ester's family and spoke quickly and quietly, by then his command was returning to him. "She will survive. She was right, but you will not mention this to anyone else. All of you will be given duties in the town. Go now, and thank your God that your daughter is alive." It seemed the boys were ready for a fight, but they were forced to bite their lips as the guards watched them cautiously, but perhaps their mother understood better. There was a light in her eyes, and she seemed to have noticed the change in the Commander. She whispered a prayer, a thanks, but Emil pretended not to hear it. He left the room and walked to Klaus's room. Dealing with the two faced snake was going to be enjoyable, to say the least, even with all of his connections Emil was God in this camp, and not even the God of the Jews could stop what was about to happen to that man.

The door opened slowly between the hallway and bedroom.

Klaus's scream was not loud enough.

 

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"I've come to realize something...you're not human at all, which will make what I am going to do to you unfortunately won't be considered a punishment, but rather a re-birth of sorts." Emil spoke calmly, with the cruelty barely masked as he signaled for the guard to bind the motionless Klaus to the chair before he left the room. "Still to frightened to make a sound? Don't worry...I'll find a way to cure that..." He mused, carelessly as he drew out his knife, still stained with Ester's blood. This would be the perfect tool to end the day with. Without a doubt, this task would be most enjoyable for him.

"I intend to return you to your original form...snake!" He hissed in Klaus's ear before roughly seizing his ear lobe and twisting harshly. This wasn't enough to make Klaus scream, but it was enough to create a whimper of both fear and pain from the unexpectedness of the act. What drew the first of many screams from his lungs, was the quickness and ruthlessness of Emil's knife as he sliced Klaus's ear completely off.

Thrusting his head back he cried out the word, "Stop! Please stop!" This word enraged Emil as he stood next to Klaus's unharmed ear, waiting patiently for him to quiet back down. Once he dessolved into tears, Emil had a question.

"How many times do you suppose Ester has asked me to stop? Hmm? Just a guess..." He enjoyed playing with his prey, with his victims more than anything else. "The right answer...and I let you go without another word..." He offered after nearly a minute of nothing but whimpers for replies.

Taking deep breaths, Klaus thought. It had to be a number he had kept track of...desperately he called out "Six, I guess that she begged you to stop six times!" It was a good guess, but the wrong answer.

Emil responded to this answer by digging the tip of his knife into Klaus's ear drum while he screamed into his mutilated ear, "None, you piece of shit! She never once asked me to stop, because at least she was smart enough to know that I never would! A lesson you will master before the end of your shortly lived life." He spoke above Klaus's screams to ensure that he was heard, before chopping off his other ear.

Standing back, Emil observed his work and pondered aloud, "Now...snakes have no ears...that was taken care of, but what else don't they have? Hmmmm...." Noticing his arms were bound to the arms of the chair so that Klaus's fingers hung over the side, Emil drew his pistol and placed it on top of his middle finger. Then, with no hesitation or remorse, he pulled the trigger, sending blood, bone, cartilage, and Klaus's fingers to splatter on the ground. Another shot removed his pesky thumb before Emil continued to rid his other hand of it's tools. Klaus's bloody screams filled the entire house, removing doubt from anyone's mind who exactly was in charge and who they would have to answer to if they fucked up.

As Emil watched him like the hawk he was, something troubled him. Klaus's mouth stretched open from the screams, but there was something strange in his mouth. "Ah!" He figured it out. Quickly, he shoved a gloved hand into Klaus's mouth and seized his tongue. Klaus whimpered as he observed Emil holding his knife once more in his other hand, high above his head, before he brought it down into Klaus's tongue, severing it from the middle all the way to the tip. "There we go..much more natural..."

"Pease....pease!!!" Klaus screamed as he thrashed in his chair, trying desperately to escape.

"Oh no..we are far from over..." Emil spoke with a sickening grin.

The bright day light filled the room and the sounds of birds chirping drew Ester groggily back into reality. As if a child begging for five more minutes before school, she whimpered and rolled onto her side, pulling the covers with her. It was the wave of pain that came crashing down from the sudden movement that brought her back into reality. What had happened? How long had she been asleep? Where was her family? Were they alive? Ester felt hopeful, being covered up in a soft bed, but still, could this be a trap?

Ester quivered with fear as she felt a strong hand gently touch her shoulder before rolling her over onto her back with the words, "Come now...you can't sleep forever."

Ester began to cry softly as she was rolled onto her back, memories of the day before flooding into her mind. To see the Commander's calm and soft face, after seeing the devil in him less than twenty four hours ago, was a shock. "I'm sorry...I should have told you sooner! I tried but...I'm sorry, please don't kill them! Please!" Ester begged as a torrent of tears came pouring from her eyes. She had no idea what had transpired while she had slept.

 

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The tears brought a small saddened smile to Emi's face, but he hurriedly hid it so that he would not give Ester the wrong impression. He sat slowly on the bedside and took one of her smaller hands in both of his and covered it tenderly. He rubbed her hand gently between his until he sobs turned into sniffles and she frowned up at him; her powerful brain rapidly working out the fact that there was something different. Once again Emil smiled, but this time he did not hide it.

"You're mother is working for a Major Gvorchack, your father and brothers for Colonel Latten. She cleaning, they are doing yard work. They are harder worked, but better fed now. They even sleep off the prison grounds most nights..."

The questions that were already brimming in Ester's eyes caused him to pause, but only for a moment.

"I made a mistake, but it was an honest one..." Once again he paused, and looked rather closely at the lithe form in front of him, bandaged as it was.

"You should have told me sooner, much sooner and this all would have been avoided. However I did also make a mistake, as i said. So I am honestly trying to make it right. Klaus is dead, his betrayal could not go unpunished. Your family is being rewarded for your loyalty. Whether or not you believe in some sort of God and are still loyal to it is something I could care less about at this point, frankly. Though this does not mean I will willingly let you leave me, I've grown attached to you Ester. What that means for us as the war continues and time marches forward I do not know, but for better or worse you're stuck with me. You have no reason to be afraid of me anymore though, no longer do the lives of your parents and siblings rest solely on your shoulders. Cross me out of anger or revenge and yes, I may harm you or them, but you've already shown that on your deathbed you will do no such thing. For now rest well... When you are feeling better we will talk more. Talk, and other things."

With a gentle squeeze on an untouched piece of Ester's skin in a kindly manner and smiled once more before softly leaving her to sleep. She would be doing a lot of that, sleeping, eating, resting, and recovering. The doctor made good on his promise for a week and Emil held him to it. He was in Ester's room almost every day, and at least once during the day he would bathe her with a sponge or change her dressings. The kind of care he showed was strange, everyone in the household whispered that he had not shown such care to anyone or anything save for Max in all of his years at the prison. Midway through the week was probably the least worrisome and most enjoyable day for the Commander in a long time. He spent nearly an hour "bathing" Ester in her bed with a warm sponge. Of course in reality he had carefully given her an orgasm that both shocked and delighted her, her mind of course had been far from those strange warm days of pleasure before all of the large events that had occurred.

The sweet blush in her face had almost melted through every and any layer that was between Emil's heart and the love that Ester had once shown him. He wasn't sure if it was still there, and that perhaps was all of what laid between his heart and feeling once again. He had kissed her sweetly, the kiss had lingered, and when he went to leave she had pulled his arm back and whispered ever so softly, "Again?"

The last few days of Ester's recuperation went by amid a blur of erotic laziness and tender kiss's. Very few words were yet spoken, for even though Ester was the medical patient Emil did not find himself strong enough yet to confront the growing feelings between them either. So for awhile they were both patients, though of a much different sort. Personally Emil enjoyed the silence, the heavy breathing of Ester as he brought her off, or her giggles as they kissed and he simply cared for her.

Finally the day came when she was up and about. Emil entered the room and found her dusting the bookshelves with her maid uniform that was freshly cleaned and pressed. He opened his mouth, closed it, then spoke. "I see you've already got start," He said softly, his eyes sparkling somewhat as he watched her tiny butt bob around the room slowly.