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

Force once Emil's highly machined mind did not immediately turn from one task to the other. Even though it did not take a serious amount of force to keep himself occupied on what had just happened, it did require some force, and though it was just the way he was, sometimes he disliked himself for it. He enjoyed reveling in the feelings that were swimming from the tips of his fingers to his manhood. She was so perfect, it had taken nearly all of his considerable will to dismiss her. The soft cries, shudders, and tear stained face were not even the best of it. The warmth between her thighs that spoke of an underlying sense of sexuality was incredibly arousing. Coupled especially with the sweat that had pressed many of the shining black locks to her face, and Ester had looked like a very naughty mortal who had no idea what the presence of a god like him could evoke. The amount of control it had taken to resist, and the amount of control that Emil knew he had over her tiny frame were the most perfectly symmetrical feelings. In fact, he almost felt tired from it all, not tired physically of course, just mentally as the exercise had tasked his considerable will and intellect to control his own powerful impulses. He could still smell the sweaty musk, taste the fear from Ester's mouth, and feel the tingle on his hands and lips as he slowly slipped into the next task for his day. - Ferdinand arrived a few minutes after Ester had finished cleaning the kitchen. Immediately he noticed her burning legs, the stained tears upon her face, and rather confused look being broadcast from her eyes. The confusion he could not help, it was a part of the Standartenfhrer's process that both offended, and confused the rather brilliant philosopher. But he could help with the tears, and burning backside, so he did. Come along Ester, I will show you to your quarters. They are just beneath the Standartenfhrer's on the second floor of the East wing. I think there is enough time for you to lay down your head before the next meal and the rest of your duties are shown to you. Seizing her hand in a rather soft, but firm grasp he led her delicately towards the East Wing. I hope you learned from the pain Ester, the Standartenfhrer is... Quite fond of it... You know the question of the carrot and the stick? They are the two most basic methods of encouraging hard work. Dangle the carrot in front of a horse, and he will pull for it, or beat him with a stick and he will run from the pain. The Standartenfhrer, he uses both... Thinking briefly, Ferdinand added, He does not see a difference though, and the carrot sometimes may hurt as much as the stick, while the stick may be as tasty and enjoyable as the carrot. You understand? There was the briefest of blushes on the butler's face, and it was amply clear that this was as close as he would come to discussing the confusion within Ester's face. They arrived at a smaller door, in the middle of the Eastern Wing's second floor, Ferdinand pushed it open. The room was quaint, and including two small closets. One with a toilet, the other with a wash rack for clothing. There was a plain dresser, and full length mirror. A few rather odd pieces of furniture were also tucked into the corner of the room there was a cross that had a series of metal mechanics which could raise and lower the arms, two polls that stood two feet off the wall ran from ceiling to floor, all four corners of the bed also contained the same polls, there was what appeared to be a doghouse with no door, just four walls with a angled roof, and finally a bench with equally spaced holes that seemed to be able to accept some sort of attachment. Besides the mirror, and dresser, the last piece of plain furniture was a nightstand with the lone light and a large clock upon it. Ferdinand pointed to the clock, That clock is perfectly on time, and the alarm is quite loud... I've fixed every clock in this house for ages, it is something of a hobby, He grinned with slight embarrassment at his own admittance to a hobby. You should sleep for, He glanced at a gleaming silver pocket watch, One hour, and thirty-five minutes. Then you will have fifteen more minutes to reach the third floor storage room, you remember where this is yes, good. There you will mind a mop, bucket, and soap. Begin mopping the corridors, and before you are finished I will find you for supper. The Standartenfhrer does not take lunch when he eats breakfast so late. Have a pleasant rest Ester, goodbye. Ester waved goodbye, and replied the same with her sweet, rather sing-song voice. Being back in the company of this... Uncle, that was the best way to describe the friendly older man, had certainly brightened her day even though many questions still remained. Glancing at the bed, there was one thing she wanted to do before passing out. She checked the nightstand, and found to both her slight dismay, and rising curiosity, only clothes identical to the ones she wore. The only difference being that there were many different shades of color, though all of them save one was lighter shades. The only dark pair was a deep navy blue, almost becoming black, but she decided that she should not change as the rough Leutnant had been the one to put these clothes on her, and probably on purpose. With that she set the alarm and quickly slipped into a dreamless sleep. The alarm rang for nearly three minutes before Ester woke up, and at first she thought she was dreaming. Then she was mortified and horrified that she was late as everything came rushing back to her. However, once she had calmed down and realized that it was only four minutes past the time that she was supposed to have woken up, things slipped back into place. She arrived with three minutes to spare at the storage room, and was surprised to find no sign of Ferdinand. Slightly disappointed, she began her task with no real relish, but a defiant purpose to make sure that not even a hair was missed. The moment the toe of one of her socks felt slightly damp, she quickly took them off and held them in her hands as she continued to mop the floors. A few hours later, sweaty, tired, and hair completely disheveled Ester jumped before realizing the voice that was speaking to her was the kind old one of Ferdinand. Good afternoon Ester, it is time to prepare the next meal, beef is the main course, and a few sides should please Standartenfhrer Dietmar. The chef is preparing the beef already as it is the one food the Standartenfhrer will eat much of and it requires approximately four and a half hours to slow roast. After dinner, and after you have cleaned the kitchen, you will be drawing Herr Dietmar's bath in his private wash room. With a friendly pat on Ester's head, You should go wash up yourself before heading to the kitchen. I shall take the mop and buckets back to the storage room... I would... Also recommend a quick change in clothing, they have grown rather, wet. Ferdinand's eyes had studiously ignored Ester's body save for her face and eyes, but even out of the corner's of his eyes he could see that the slip and panties were clinging to her where the sweat had built. - Emil had just finished his own brutal physical fitness training when Ester brought his supper into the study that adjoined his room. I am in here, He said before following with a command. Leave it on my desk, and wait. He knew that she could see straight through the doorways, but did not care in least as he pulled the sweaty cotton from his chest and dropped both his shorts and briefs. This revealed his muscular body it was rather thin without the stiff uniform that typically covered it, but that was mostly because of the lack of fat on any part of his body. Muscles rippled as he leaned to toss the dirty clothing in a hamper and walked to the opposite end of the room from the doorway to retrieve a pair of briefs that he pulled up, and a satin long sleeved shirt that he left unbuttoned while walking towards his office. Sweat continued to drip down his chest, and form in beads upon his head even as he sat in his office chair and glanced over the food Ester had laid there. Move over to the side, Emil commanded and pointed to the side of his desk, so he could admire all of Ester's lithe form. He could see that Ferdinand had ordered, actually, he probably suggested, what a perfect manager, it is a pity that he views everyone with the same amount of respect, he would make an excellent commander, Ester to change and freshen up. The now baby blue panties, slip, and socks, complete with bows, hugged Ester just as the white ones had earlier. They, and all of Ester, were spotless. Turn around, He ordered with a rotation of his index finger to indicate what he meant. She obliged and stirrings that had begun earlier in the day returned to the commander as he watched her firm tummy and butt clench flex as she turned. The rotation pushed her slip up higher, and her navel sent a small chill down his spine as he imagined the feeling of being nearly inside it. You have learned to be clean. Good. Now you will learn your next lesson, and if I enjoy it, I will forget one of your strikes. Sit on my lap, facing me Ester. As she moved cautiously, Emil tore his eyes from her form and pulled his food closer so that he could eat. The Standartenfhrer's workout was something of a legend with his troops, and many tried to mimic it every day with him. Few succeeded, but slowly more were beginning to keep up with him, it helps that they are ten years younger, Emil thought with a smile as he pulled his chair closer to the desk, forcing Ester to wrap her arms around him as he lifted her too in the process. His workout began with a brutally fast five kilometer run. Though it was much more of a sprint, up and down the winding hills of this small town, until he arrived at a sandy pit. There he really did sprint nearly another two point five kilometers in the sluggish sand, with only twenty second intervals between sprints. Then after a brief rest, he did a thousand push-ups, and a thousand sit-ups. Finally he finished with thirty minutes of various hand-to-hand combat and nerve deadening exercises kicking, punching, elbowing, kneeing, and generally hitting every part of his body against thick wooden trunks that were only just beginning to show signs of use. After his workout there were always two things that occupied his mind. Food, and sex. Even before Ester had sat upon his lap with her steadily increasing rate of breath his cock had been half hard. Now it was fully hard and pushing firmly against his briefs and Ester's panties. With a slight twist, he placed himself and Ester more parallel to his desk with the steaming dinner atop it. Glancing at Ester, he spoke slowly, for he had to as the need to fuck her silly was nearly driving him insane by this point, and by speaking calmly it also calmed his racing libido. Ester... You are going to feed me. Do not rush. Do not be too slow, I am hungry, and if I do not eat food I may eat you. Use just one hand, and do not spill. Your other hand, he seized it with an iron fist, and placed it against his throbbing member. Will be busy. Knowing that she was innocent in the ways of debauchery, he decided to show her, after taking his first bite. Releasing his cock from it's confines, the spongy, rock hard, throbbing muscle stood straight up against his rippling abdomen. After placing Ester's free hand upon it, he covered her hand with his own, and began to slowly make her stroke it up and down. Another bite, he commanded after a few seconds of absolute pleasure. It did not take long for Ester to find a rhythm, and Emil let it continue until the plate was nearly halfway finished. It was always about halfway through, both the meal and taking his pleasure, that Emil became impatient and wanting for more. Reaching out with both hands, as Ester was now firmly confident, if not pleased, with what she was doing, he slid both large hands underneath her slip and upwards until he found her budding breasts. Lightly he grasped the soft flesh, allowing it to slide through his calloused hands until his fingers latched onto both tender, young, nipples. He gave them a soft pinch, and smiled coldly as Ester jumped and gave his cock a corresponding squeeze. It forced the beginnings of pre-cum from his balls, and the slimy liquid began to quickly cover Ester's smallish hand. He wondered, briefly, if she would think to clean it before the clear fluid dripped onto his briefs. Almost certainly not. Was the thought that darkened his smirk ever so slightly. Returning to his own administrations, he released Ester's nipples only to repeat the process allowing her soft, budding breasts to feel the power and roughness of his hands before they slid free and he had captured her nipples in his fingers to twirl, and twist them slightly. Stop, He commanded suddenly as she reached to spear another piece of meat from his plate. Let go, He added, meaning both his cock and the fork. When she realized what he meant, and complied, he quickly forced the slip of clothing up and over her head. Continue, He said before continuing himself, fondling her breasts smoothly, and giving tiny pinches to her now fully erect nipples. As the next bite reached the fork, and headed for his mouth, Emil stopped Esters hand and moved it to her chest where he pushed the piece of meat off the prongs and onto her breast. Leaning forwards, pushing Ester back in the seat, the commander latched his mouth on her breast and the food. Slowly and carefully he chewed both his meal, and his desert. Licking the last pieces of gravy from her skin, he leaned back into his chair and glanced down to where her hand had slowed so far that it barely moved. She realized, too late, and continued. Emil said nothing of the mistake, and continued eating food from both of Ester's breasts until the plate was clean. Just as the food was finished, and he was rapidly approaching his climax, Emil shifted tactics once again. His left hand wrapped around to the center of Ester back to keep her from falling off the chair as he pushed his face even more forcefully into her now sticky, salty, and sweet all at the same time, breasts. His right hand snaked down Ester's lower back and into her panties where it roughly seized on buttock, and then the other in time with her own stroking of his cock. The moment lasted a blissful eternity for Emil before he spoke in the softest voice, but almost most frightening for it's coldness, I'm going to climax, Ester.