Thread: Love After a Time of Hate (Closed for Kiari03)

Emil had heard the screams from nearly half way down the street, but Max had beat him down stairs and had an iron grip on the bound boys arm just below where it was shot. He was pulling and ripping at the skin, and probably would have torn the boys arm off in Emil hadn't barked an order for the dog to heel. It quickly released the boys arm without anymore interest and came to sit by his side. Max whimpered as Ester screamed, wanting to DO something with all of the ruckus going around. To get control of the situation he banged Ester's head against the hard floor with enough force to knock her unconscious, but he was careful not to smash her skull in. With her body limp underneath him he stood up and looked between Klaus, and the bleeding boy. Why didn't you inform me of this idea? Klaus licked his lips nervously, I thought you were gone. He knew he had sufficient power to act on his own, and there was little Emil would do but give him a soft slap on the wrists for what had happened. It was only a Jew, but the Commander's eyes were blazing brightly which meant he was quite angry that meant anything could happen. Get him cleaned up and get a doctor to fix his arm up, then lock him in one of the spare bedrooms. With his beady eyes jumping from side to side Klaus thought about what Emil was asking, and then nodded and ran outside to fetch some soldiers to help him carry the body. He returned to find Emil sitting on the bed, and the soldiers rapidly cleared the room out and cleaned up the blood. Klaus, Emil said softly, If he dies and it ruins her, I am not going to be happy with you. Yes sir! Emil watched the fine young officer leave. There were many reasons Emil hadn't shot the man immediately, the least of them not being the friends he had in powerful places. However the most important reason this time was because of how devious and good Klaus's plan was, he just hadn't had the control to keep them all inline. Glancing down at Ester's body, he noticed the blood on her chain and remembered the scratch on Klaus's face. Well... He hadn't had to do too much thinking about her punishment, now had he? With something halfway between a grimace and a smile he picked up her light form and carried her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes up the stairs and down the long hallways to the sweet that was adjoining the Master bedroom. This was one of the few rooms in the house he had changed to fit his... Sadistic enjoyments... It was a playroom, quite simply. The huge window facing the slave camp was currently covered with thick curtains and there were plenty of frightening looking machines in the place, but the most frightening had to be the bed against the wall across from the window. It had big shiny chains hanging from all four corners which were obviously used for holding slaves still as their innocence was stolen from them, but what made it worse was the thick plastic stretching over the mattress that would crackle with every movement. More importantly it kept any blood from staining the white comforter, so obviously it was not simply used as a place of pleasure, but a place of torture. This was also in evidence with the numerous cruel looking whips and knives that hung from the walls. Emil placed Ester on the bed on her tummy and removed the thin chains from her wrists, only to replace them with the much larger ones already attached to the bed frame itself. These were tightened until she was a human X on the large bed, her lithe body stretched and unable to protect itself. The gag he left in her mouth for the moment, for he knew he was going to want to hear her scream, she really hadn't yet. As he waited for her to wake up he pulled a few different instruments from their various storage spots. A rawhide whip. A few clamps. A few candles that he lit to ready the wax. A small first aid kit and some water. Last and most reverently he removed his razor sharp combat knife from it's sheath on his ankle and placed it on the night stand next to the bed. Finally growing bored of her light sleep and knowing that she was truly resting by this point Emil took a smelling salt capsule from the first aid kit and busted it open just underneath her nose. He laughed as she started awake and then squinted at the bright light that shown down on her white skin like a searchlight. She would barley be able to see him, perhaps a few shadows moving in the darkness, but little more until his hands burst into the light and began rubbing her smooth skin. He rubbed her back and over her ass as he said what he had to say, Ester you've been a bad girl. First you let my lunch get cold, then you teased me with your mouth, lastly you hurt my lieutenant who was only defending himself and did not. I repeat. Did not kill your brother. He injured him, and the doctors are doing their best to take care of your brother, but... If he dies... If he dies, it will be your fault for enticing him to die. Whatever you said, whatever you did. It made him try to do something so desperate that the only ending was his painful death. For that and your other transgressions you are going to be punished. Emil's hands quickly disappeared into the darkness as he took hold of his black leather whip and pulled it out with his hands testing it's strength. With no warning he sliced it through the air and let it fall across her unblemished skin. A thin red line appeared across her back stretching between her shoulders blades, then another, and another. Three slices that began to ooze small droplets of blood. Three swings for her three sins, but Emil would go no further with that whip. He was too good with it and it was too strong for her small body. The sound of her screams and site of her struggling frame made his cock hard. He set the whip down picked up his knife. His free hand shot into the light and began rubbing between her spread legs, then the knife quickly darted in and out of the light slicing her panties off. Once again, darkness. Then the light tinted slightly red, and from high above hot wax began to drip like the rain all over her small butt, dripping between her legs, and on the back of her sensitive thighs. Once one candle was done he set it down, before picking up the second and beginning again this time over her cut back. The third he was saving... For when he flipped her little body over.