Love After a Time of Hate (Closed for Kiari03)

[Kiari03]

A mistake was made. The Commander made a mistake, but he was making it right? To acknowledge a mistake made to a Jew, to his slave, was something Ester hadn't expected. As she felt her hand being gently held in his strong hands she reflected on how nice it felt to be treated human once more. She hadn't realized how much she missed being close to him. Those nice warm days where, even though she feared for her life, she also sought only to please him and merely hoped that he might return the gesture. This brought more tears to her eyes, for she doubted he truly felt the same way that she did. However, hearing news of her family brought a wave of sweet relief rushing through her fragile mind. To hear that their fates no longer rested on her shoulders was the greatest gift that she could be given and she wasn't sure what she could do to show her gratitude for this amazing gift.

"I'm stuck with him...for better or for worse...and he is stuck with me." She thought with a small smile as he left her to sleep. The days passed in a blur for Ester as well as old feelings for her Commander rekindled and she grew stronger with each passing day. She lamented in the fact that the scars would never fade, but the Commander didn't seem to mind, and in her mind, his thoughts were the only ones that mattered. Ester looked forward to his visits and it made her happy to note that he would visit each day. Once, he came to visit her when she was asleep. Instead of forcing her awake he simply began to "bathe" her with a warm sponge. At first, she simply moaned while she slept, a blush coming across her features and she awoke to see the Commander straddling over her. She smiled brightly and arched back, cumming while he bathed in between her thighs.

Ester was unsure how much time had passed, perhaps a week? Regardless, she knew that she had been in her bed long enough and that the house had to be getting filthy. She had been practicing walking around her room, so it wasn't difficult for her to make herself begin the simple chore of cleaning the Commander's study. Putting on her maid's outfit she blushed as she remembered the holes conveniently cut into the vest of the outfit, highlighting her nipples.

With a sigh, she ran her fingers through her hair in slight annoyance as she realized the mess that had been created in his office. She began first by alphabetizing his books to prevent confusion, and thus mess, in the future. She was sure to dust both the outside of the books and the shelves as she rearranged his books. She was finishing up as she heard the Commander walk into the room. She smiled softly, "Yes, I figured the house would need a really good cleaning...and I believe I was right. I just finished rearranging your books so that they are alphabetized and now I'm getting ready to work on the rest of the house. Is there anything I can get you?" She asked eagerly, bouncing up on her toes with a small spark in her own eyes.

After receiving a reassured no, she spent the next several hours on her own, dusting, mopping, sweeping, and cleaning. As she came to the master bath, she smiled at the memories that lay buried in the tiles. In her silence, Ester took notice of a sound she hadn't heard since her family had been forced to give away their possessions, including her beloved cat Amber, named for the beautiful color of her red fur. But why was she hearing meowing now? Walking down the stairs she followed the sound to the basement door, the very same one that she had been pushed into over a month ago to begin her new life. Opening the door, she looked down to see a small gray kitten making a distress call to it's mother.

"Lost your mother have you? Well, I know how you feel..." She smiled softly as she knelt down to pick up the small kitten in her hands. The terrified kitten looked to her for comfort, but Ester couldn't provide that. "No...No!" She scolded the kitten as it purred and mewed to her softly. The longer she stared at the kitten, the more her heart melted. It was the sound of thunder that brought her out of her trance and made her realize why the kitten had been so afraid. "Well...we can't let Max find you..." She murmured gently as she quietly closed the door, shushing the kitten as she took it into her room. Shutting the door, she warned the kitten with a whisper, "This is only because it's bad weather, once it clears up, you have to leave." Resuming her work it wasn't long before she made a dinner of beef stew, biscuits, and peach cobbler for the Commander. Her heart sank as she began to hear the soft mewing of the kitten that she had saved from the growing storm outside. Not missing a beat, the Commander walked into the kitchen, holding the tiny kitten in his right hand with Max sniffing eagerly at the terrified creature.

"I-I just didn't want it to die in the storm...I I'm sorry, I was going to kick it out once the storm died down...please...don't be mad?" Ester whispered softly, rubbing her arm and lowering her head.

 

[The_PG]

He observed the downright pitiful kitten with neutral eyes; if anything deserved pity it was that little pile of damp fur. Max licked his lips eagerly and stared at the bite sized kitten with hungry eyes. Emil took his time in speaking only to watch Ester grow progressively more nervous and afraid, she obviously still feared him and that more then anything was why he had brought the kitten upstairs from her room. Whether or not he believed she still feared him was irrelevant, the cautious, smart side of him had to be absolutely sure of it. Now that he no longer held her families life in his hand, even though he did technically still, he wanted to be absolutely certain Ester did not, would not, and could not fear him less. The fact that she trembled still at the thought of him killing or even just throwing the kitten out was a good sign. Finally he held the puny thing out by the scruff of his neck.

"You can keep it," He said in his typically reserved tone, "Do not let it take away from your duties and do not let me hear it every ten seconds. Also, if you let it loose and Max finds it tasty, do not cry to me. Do you understand?" It was easy to tell that Ester hadn't heard more then a word or two after he had told her she could keep it, he thought she was going to kiss him and hug him, but when he repeated his orders she grew slightly less euphoric.

Still she managed a very enthusiastic thanks before slipping the kitten into the large pocket in the middle of her apron and returning to her cooking with a slight bounce in her step. However it was the glow on her face that Emil was more happy about; he did not quite understand any of the finer points about giving gifts and being nice, but he did know the basics well enough to understand that he had done something selflessly and if it did not fit into everyone's ideal of him then they could be damned to hell.

After watching Ester with her preparations for several minutes he left wordlessly to take Max out in the yard since he was disappointed at not being able to have the morsel his Master had been holding. They played fetch for awhile before Emil left and returned for dinner after washing up a bit. He had previously told Ester to set a place for him and a guest, but he arrived with no one trailing him which seemed to confuse Ester at first. Then he hit her with the bombshell.

"Ester, please sit," He said while motioning to the seat beside him. Her mouth literally dropped open and her legs remained stuck to the floor as if they were caught in cement. She didn't move until he had cleared his throat and said, "Go ahead, don't look like such a fool. Sit." She hurriedly obeyed and sat there twirling her fingers nervously, watching him serve himself. Finally once he had taken a large portion of stew and several biscuits with butter and honey he once again looked over. "Well, go ahead... Eat some, you must be starving." Ever since she had gotten so weak, he had been letting her eat much more, but sitting at his table had never been a question and though Emil wasn't truthfully contemplating making it a habit it did make things a tad more... Romantic, even though making it that way was quite far from his mind at the time.

As he ate with gusto and Ester nibbled, though quickly, there wasn't very much to hear save for the clink of silverware and soft chewing of food or sipping of broth. That was until Emil spoke softly about something that had been on his mind for awhile, "Ester... Just to be clear on one thing... I will be punishing you for hiding the cat from me." He watched as a piece of her food stuck in her throat, before being swallowed much more slowly.

"It only came to me because I remembered the punishment you had before I heard the lie about you stealing. Do you remember that?"

The blush on her face made it clear that she remembered it all too well.

"I believe it happened right before all three of your brothers fucked you. Does that help?"

Finally Ester realized he wanted a verbal answer. Her voice was as small and pitiful as the kittens, but in a very exciting way for the Commander.

"Yes."

"Well I've been thinking about little else recently, and I think a punishment of equal... Pain... Is in order, so that you remember not to hide anything from me."

Beneath the table Emil had stretched out his hand and it now clasped Ester thigh. It was tensing rhythmically, "Does that excite you?" He asked softly, "Knowing you are going to be... Punished... That way."

Those last two words brought many of the faint and slightly out of focus memories bursting to light in front of Ester's eyes. She opened them both widely and at the very same time brought her thin thighs snapping shut on the Commanders hand with a shiver of ecstasy. Both glittering orbs pointed towards the Commander and she opened her mouth slowly and spoke lethargically, "I... I uhmmm yes. Yes it does, very mu- much! Sir. Please... Please don't... The kitten is... I just wanted to keep it out, out of the rain. I don't want it to hurt. Like... Like after, not like that one time. It hurts too much, I want to st- stay with you. Please, sir." At last, slowly, she closed her eyes and parted her thighs. At the same time Ester thrust both of her tiny breasts forward so that the rigid nipples poked through her uniform and stood brightly at attention under the Commander's gaze.

Emil gave a small laugh. It was better then he hoped. Reluctantly he removed his hand, but as it passed his face he caught the strong scent of Ester's pleasure and that made him smile all the more. He stood up rather quickly and had Ester do likewise. He carefully blindfolded her and led her through the house into one of the many guest rooms where he had earlier moved several instruments for what he had been planning to do to Ester right now. The fun room seemed to have lost all it's fun after the drama of the past weeks and he had no desire to use it at the moment, but he was certain that desire would resurface quite soon in the near future.

Once in the guest room Emil did something he rarely did because of the time it took, because when he did it he made sure it was perfect. First he laid Ester on the bed face down and stripped her clothes off, but left the blindfold on. The beds four massive posts each had a rope dangling from them, along with a rope tied to the adjacent post with several lengths hanging off it. There were also two strong rods stretching across from one post to the other diagonally.

Four large, thick ropes were connected where the rods intersected in the middle, but where they hung down they each split off into four smaller strands of rope. These four ties Emil carefully knotted around Ester's upper thighs and chest. Then with a tug Emil lifted Ester into the air. With only these four ties the pain would be sharp at first, but it would slowly dull as circulation slowed though it would never cut off fully. Not with his knots, even if her tiny breasts were a little firmer and more full now that the ropes that encircled them were drawn taut.

Next he tied each of the four posts to a corresponding wrist or ankle and tightened each until they took a small portion of the weight load off of the center four cables. Lastly he used ropes in between the posts to spread her knees slightly, and loop under her stomach to support the weight until she was comfortable and there was color in all her toes and fingers. It took roughly fifteen minutes, but once he was finished with the final touches; a gag and tie that arched Ester's head as far back as it would go comfortably she had to feel weightless in the air with very minimal pain or discomfort.

Now the fun began. Emil didn't say a word, he knew his tone would give him away and allow Ester to remain confident that this was not a real punishment even though she should have no doubts. Be as it was, the clamps on her nipples with light weights attached still hurt, as did the small scratches that Emil made with a nail. The scratches were much like those that a kitten would make. Then he began to use his hands, and his nails. Drawing them down the most sensitive parts of Ester's inner legs and underarms. He would first scrape slowly, then follow it would several rapid slaps to draw blood into the skin, before scraping once more. Of course he started at her wrists and worked his way down to her abdomen before starting from her toes and working up to her butt. He was careful never to get too close to her puffy, glistening little slit.

Finally he had her so worked up he thought she might just snap. Her breathing filled the room loudly, drool dripped like a faucet from her mouth, and her panting cries were stirring something fierce in his dick. With a minor adjustment to the ropes he pulled her knees closer towards the head of the bed, spreading her legs widely. With a sick grin he removed his belt and watched as she shook with eagerness, so badly did she want her pussy filled. Only there was no zip of the pants or snap of the button. Instead just the soft whip of the belt as it sliced through the air and connected with the inside of her thigh, only inches from her burning pussy. The second, third, and fourth strikes landed on her red ass. The fifth on the other side of her pussy.

At this point Emil knew that Ester was broken with desire, but there was one more thing he wanted.

"You looked like you were having sooo much fun the other day when you had all three holes filled. I want to give it a try."

Without waiting for a response Emil shoved one of the two plastic phallus's he had prepared into her asshole. Then he stood behind her, and grasped her hair to arch her beautiful form even further. "I bet that you will cum the moment I push my cock inside of your slutty little cunt hole, won't you Ester? Yesss. You will." With that Emil's hips surged forward and the entire length of his erect, hard, and oozing cock slammed all the way to Ester's very womb where it nestled firmly as her body gripped him like a vice in the midst of her orgasm.

 

[Kiari03]

Ester was ecstatic that she would be able to keep her little pet, well, as long as she kept it away from Max's hungry belly for a while. At least until it was big and smart enough to get to a safe distance on its own. She bounced on her toes, ready to simply kiss the Commander on the lips when she finally did hear his warnings. "Yes sir! Stay on top of my duties, don't let it keep meowing, and keep it away from Max. Oh thank you sir! Thank you so much!" She repeated his orders and thanked him eagerly before returning to her chores with a broad smile on her face and a small glow on her cheeks. Gently, she placed the kitten in her pocket before stirring the stew and preparing the biscuits happily. Every now and then she would fetch her hand down into her pocket to assure herself that he was there and still purring.

Dinner was prepared in about thirty minutes and though Ester dreaded the idea of another guest, she would have happily cum for anyone the Commander asked her to. Though she still feared him, she also loved him, and it was both of these facts that had been in turmoil for so long. Ester had come to mildly accept them, never thinking that the Commander might have the same confused feelings of his own. But as he walked into the house without a guest in sight, Ester began to wonder.

Before she could think on the subject any further Ester heard words come out of the Commander's mouth that she never thought she would hear. The command was simple, so simple a child would know what to do under a similar situation. However, Ester stood frozen, wondering if this was a trap, or a trick, or maybe he had something vile planned. Ester snapped out of her daze when he commented on her idiocy causing her to quickly plop down into the seat next to him. She didn't dare think of it as her seat as she watched him eating her food with such gusto. She knew that she was a good cook, but she never realized how good he thought she was.

"Oh, uh, Yes sir." She made herself a smaller portion and quietly sipped and hastily nibbled at a biscuit. She was quick to hush her new companion with half of her biscuit, Ester confident he had finished weening. Still, as she took bites, she couldn't help but to cast her gaze on the Commander. He looked so calm, so at peace, and for a moment, so did Ester. A blush came across her face after he caught her staring for too long and then, another bomb.

The promise of another punishment made her throat swell around her food and with great effort, she was able to slowly swallow. Her heart began to race, until he brought up the memories of the punishment prior to the one with fifteen lashes. The one that made her toes curl and had raised new feelings in her she wasn't aware that she could feel. She felt dumb struck by his question and only answered verbally when he drudged up her brothers. "Y-Yes..." She whimpered softly, staring down at her bowl before connecting with his eyes. She bit her lower lip and groaned as his hands rhythmically massaged her tight thighs and softly she caved with a "Yes.." before begging for a lighter, more pleasureful punishment. With her legs clamped against his hand she felt herself pulsing in rhythm with his hand. With a soft sigh, she released his hand, and relaxed, now completely resigned to her fate.

Standing up upon his command little else came as a shock to her as she was lead, stripped, and laid face down on a bed. For a moment a surge of fear passed through her as she remembered the whip. Some how, she was able to calm herself, though she was now on high alert, picking up even the smallest of sounds. With her body now comfortably hoisted into the air she opened her mouth for the gag and groaned loudly as clamps painfully pulled on her erect nipples, the slowly rotating weights adding just a little extra pinch. The scratches sent waves of pleasure surging to her warm pussy each wave intensifying the closer he moved toward the more sensitive parts of her body. The slaps took her by surprise at first, forcing her to arch back at the unexpected pleasure they caused.

By the time that his nails had moved to her inner thigh she tried desperately to clamp her legs around his hands, but the ropes held her fast and she could only groan loudly as a fountain of drool dripped over her gag and onto the sheets. Her pussy was throbbing, begging to be punished and disciplined, but he was too cruel. Teasing her just to the point that she would cum and then taking away the beautiful pain. She breathed heavily her skin covered in goosebumps and sweat as her entire body quivered with unreleased pleasure. As she felt her legs spread further apart she cried out in excitement and anticipation, dying to be filled, to have an orgasm. Her entire body shook as she tensed and then relaxed her muscles again and again. If she could have spoken she would be begging him to fuck her right then, but it wasn't his dick that came crashing against her body, but his belt. Crying out from the shock her pussy only began to throb more from the unexpected pain, forcing some of her juice to drip onto the sheets.

She whimpered as he pulled her head back, not knowing how much longer she could be teased like this. Unable to comprehend his message, she screamed and squirmed as the phallus was quickly inserted into her tight asshole. With her heart racing and her labored breaths she wined pathetically when suddenly the one thing that she desired most happened. With one swift motion he filled her completely, sending into an orgasm like none she had felt before. She felt herself become so tight around the Commander, her screams of pleasure echoing throughout the hall as she was hit by multiple orgasms. She felt the Commander thrusting in and out of her rapidly, holding on tightly to her hair and riding her roughly. Quickly he had removed her gag and had placed the second phallus into her mouth, now taking his hands off of her hair and pumping both phallus's in and out of her body. The rhythms of all three matched perfectly drawing gasps and moans until, shortly after, Emil came deep and long into her body. Ester loved the feeling of his dick swelling inside of her just before it would release his precious seed.

As they both regained their breath and the shaking that raged through Ester's body went quiet Ester noticed that the phallus's had been removed, but not her blindfold. She vaguely wondered about this as the felt the clamps being removed her limbs being set free from their binds, one by one. Finally, all that held her up was the rope across her chest, but as he loosened that, instead of falling onto the bed, she fell into his arms. Still blind to the world, she found his arms to be comforting as he firmly cradled her to his chest, carrying her bridle style. She had no idea where she was being taken, but she also didn't care as she allowed her head to rest against his chest. Ester didn't fear for the kitten's safety. She knew it hadn't left her outfit and the sound of the door slamming shut allowed her the peace of mind that Max wouldn't be able to get to him.

Suddenly, her blindfold was removed and a gasp escaped her lips from the sight that she saw. The master bathroom was georgous, lit solely by bright candles that surrounded the steaming tub filled with hot water and bubbles. She looked up at the Commander excitedly as he strode over to the edge of the bath before slowly setting her down in the water. Once he had removed his own clothes, he entered behind her, his fingers gently rubbing her tense shoulders. Shivering, she slowly turned to face him, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist and pulling her aching pussy against his abdomen. Then, she began to speak, "I...I've wanted to ask you something...for a long time." She began softly, her gentle eyes connecting to his eyes which seemed to probe her very core for a hint at her question. "May I...may I call you by your name...when we're in bed together?" She whispered softly, her fingers gently stroking his hair as she drew her mouth closer to his. "It would really make me happy because...I think I...I think I lo-" Her words were cut off as his lips crashed into hers with passionate force.

 

[The_PG]

Kissing only hid the word out of ear and out of sight for a moment. Love.

There it lingered as they kissed harder and softer, sweeter and stronger. Emil could feel emotion in the kiss that he purposefully had not felt in many, many years. Even as it progressed into more of a passionate phase with their tongues entangling and their breathing becoming shallow the taste and power of the emotion remained. It wasn't more then a few seconds before he felt, tasted, a salty wetness on their lips. His eyes flashed opened and he saw the pooling tears in her eyes. They were mirrored in his blue eyes that for once not cold, but warm. Though not wet with tears, their was a flickering of empathetic light in both that made the moment so rare and poignant more tears yet fell from Ester's eyes and salted their lips between them.

"Yes... Yes Ester. You may call me by name in the bed. When we are alone. You are young, but you know what that word means."

The passing of silence was probably the most beautiful time that Ester had ever experienced in her short life. It was most certainly the most beautiful that Emil had ever experienced. The almost imperceptible whisper of the water as it moved around the tub, a perfect backdrop to their soft breathing and even gentler glances. Emil was sure that if he had listened hard enough he could have heard their hearts beating at the same time, but at that moment he did not care to try. He simply held Ester and enjoyed the moment as it passed between them.

"I love you too Ester," He whispered softly.

Gently he kissed the top of her head. Then he heard her speak the strangest, and wisest words he had ever heard someone say.

"You love me in your own way Emil... I understand that, that, things are. Wrong. That you can't love me the way my father loves my mother or the way my brothers love me, but I understand that. I love you even more though, more because you would do that... Than- Thank you."

Not for the first time with Ester was he dumbfounded, but he was also struck mute. Again the minutes passed in gentle silence.

Finally Emil stirred. Leaning over slightly he placed his mouth directly into the nape of her neck and whispered with the same softness, but combined with his hunger and energy. "I want to make love to you Ester." With excitement and eagerness he lifted her out of the tub, dripping wet, and carried her into the bedroom.

Gently he laid her on the bed and kissed her small, soft lips. He kissed them again and again until Ester could not breathe. Then he moved down her neck and across her shoulder. He kissed down her small chest and back up her smooth neck. The droplets of water either fled or disappeared with each kiss to her wet skin, but were quickly replaced as more droplets fell from his hair and body. His hands went everywhere they could find skin; running across her hips and over her stomach, holding her breasts and running under her back. Swiftly they ran between her legs, rubbing the warm skin to further heat and moisture. His lips burned as they touched her erect nipples in the cool night air. His hot tongue slaved as it licked the goose bump riddled skin.

Once he was sure that not an inch of her young body had missed his caress or kiss did he return to her lips and gently set his upon Ester's.

In one smooth motion their wet bodies slid together and joined as one. A deep breath left Emil's lungs in an explosive gasp as pleasure consumed just as violently as it consumed her. He never felt so full of passion or charge. The current ran through his body like electricity and coiled in his stomach like a spring. He moved gently, back and forth. Ester felt tighter, more highly charged then him, or maybe he was just larger. Their was more blood racing through his body to where they were joined; he could feel every ripple and every jolt inside of Ester's body as she made love to him with her small hands and delicate lips running over his skin just as his had run over hers. The brush of her hands against his chest, the feeling of her warm breath on his neck, each little morsel of pleasure gave greater strength and fulfillment to the growing explosion inside of him.

It released violently and powerfully.

Whereas before it was part of the cycle, now the climax had a new meaning. Pleasure ran uncontrolled through his body, only centered where they were joined. His seed ran fully through his body and into Ester. The very tip of his pleasure was right at the door to her young womb, which was suddenly flooding with his desire to make love to her beautiful body. To love her fully and as passionately as he possibly could.