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

The outfit fit Ester much better than it had her predecessor, that one had been too long on the run and was too skinny. Ester looked like a nymph with just the faintest hint of skin between where the slip ended and the panties began. The anklet socks revealed well toned, but creamy white skin and Emil was sure that underneath the cotton where tiny, irresistible little feet. He was almost glad that he could not see them at the moment. There were two hardened points beneath the slip that spoke of budding pink breasts, and the fabric was loosely fit the rest of the way down her presumably tone and lithe body. It was a good assumption, Emil knew, because of how well her butt filled the panties and kept them from sagging or stretching too far in any direction. Just the faintest divot in between her legs promised many enjoyable experiences that would come in the near future. Her sweet voice rang out just as he finished the first of what he was sure would be many detailed glances. The commander loved the way her curly hair bounced when his little prisoner nodded her head, and he also enjoyed the way her voice seemed both innocent, and slightly confident at the same time now that he had explained that she wasn't quite dead, yet. What meal would you like first, sir? Brunch. Was quick reply, and then with a wave of his hand he dismissed the little prisoner as he turned to his papers. - Leutnant Rolland was no longer present, having moved off speedily to both inform his junior officers of the Standartenfhrer's new prize, and have a drink. He did not particularly enjoy visits to the camp, as the son of privileged member of the Third Reich he thought himself above such things. The smell nearly always left him wanting a drink, and a bath. For a second he wished that the little Jew-Whore his commander had taken could join him in the bath, a smile passed his face at that, but he knew it would be sometime before the commander tired of his newest whore. When that time came, Rolland would be given the orders to 'do away' with her, but first he would have some fun and use the slut to gain a little more standing among the other privileged junior officers who felt entitled to greatness for what their parents had done. - Standing outside the door now was a perfectly dressed and rather somber looking man, though at least when he smiled to Ester the smile really did seem to reach his eyes, and his voice was not rough or angry. It fit his fifty-year-old frame well, his voice, and he spoke like a rather stern lecturer or father to the new girl. There had been so any of them that Ferdinand had lost track, and while it was always sad at the beginning. Such life being twisted and misused, in the end the Jews always showed that they were a subservient class. Ferdinand was very unlike the other German's, especially the Nazi's. While he did not hate the Jews with the same passion, he did very much consider them below natural German's. It was not their religion, hair or eye color, or even their heavy influence in the German economy. It was just the way they thought. Everything was backwards to them, and because of this he could not accept them as equals. When the Nazi's had declared them undesirables, he had not understood, even servants and less intelligent men had uses. Then he had witnessed the way they fought their rounding up, and the way they had turned to rats in order to escape, turning on each other and throwing away everything in order to breathe. It had singularly unimpressed Ferdinand, respectable people did not act that way, and he understood the Fuhrer's decision. Still, it was in his nature to treat every human being, lesser or not, with at least a modicum of respect and for some reason that had put him in hot water with the local Nazi's. Thankfully Ferdinand still had fellow professors, doctor's and scientists that were friends and while was only a philosopher, he was respected by his comrades. They had written letters, and very soon after Standartenfhrer Dietmar had arrived. The man was cold, icy cold, Ferdinand knew, but his logic was nearly infallible and he had asked Ferdinand to work for him. The station of butler seemed beneath a professor, but Dietmar had seen to it that no one questioned Ferdinand's authority with how the household was run. The commander had even allowed Ferdinand to resume teaching to the less educated soldiers within his regiment, for this Ferdinand did his duty with very few questions, though he had many thoughts, he knew to be reserved enough to keep them from the commander. These little girls... Well, all men had their weaknesses, and so to did the commander. Ferdinand knew they were treated better here by the commander then in the ghetto by brutish warriors and much better then the white coated men who called themselves doctors . Those, of anyone nearby this camp, Ferdinand loathed the most. He knew real doctors, and real scientist, these madmen were neither. The thought vanished though as the little creature emerged from the commanders office. With a friendly smile, Ferdinand asked, You understood the Standartenfhrer, yes? He is a very hard man, on himself, his soldiers, and his servants. If you do as he asks, you will not suffer... Yes? Good, follow me, it is nearly brunch. Ferdinand gave the girl a tour of the property, starting by telling her that the West Wing was completely off limits, it was where the majority of the offices that dealt with duty were, along with safes and sensitive electronics. He did not tell her all of that, of course, just that it was off limits on both the second and third floor, the West Wing. The East Wing's second and first floor, along with the West wing's first floor were mostly guest rooms, lounges, meeting rooms, wash closets, and supply rooms. The third floor of the East Wing was the Standartenfhrer's private quarters. It consisted of two large wash rooms, a private study full of books and a humidor for his cigar's, a massive bedroom with walk-in closet, and his own private vault, another place Ester was not to enter. The kitchen was in the middle of all three floors. She would work on the third floor kitchen and serve almost exclusively the Standartenfhrer and his guests. There was a chef too, and he would help her along until she felt comfortable in the kitchen. Upon arriving in the kitchen Ferdinand turned on a heel, his straight back and elegantly combed hair almost made him seem like a statue when he did that. Then he spoke, You can prepare the Standartenfhrer's meal now, he is not terribly picky and likes a wide variety of food in small portions. The chef will help you find whatever you need. Once you are finished you will serve him in his study, that is where he takes most of his meals unless there are guests present. There will be none for another day at least, and those are tentative. After serving him, clean up, and return to the kitchen and clean that as well. I will find you afterwards. He turned to leave, before remembering, Oh, please do remember to wear the apron provided, the Standartenfhrer demands cleanliness from all his servants, especially if you are dressed as you are. Good day. Then he left. - Emil was smoking a particularly good cigar, transported all the way from the plantation fields of South America, and sipping on cognac. His eyes were leisurely scanning a report that had been brought to him fifteen minutes before about a minor outbreak of a disease within the camp. The doctors were requesting that all the prisoners showing any infection be isolated and injected with various drugs to find a cure, it was something that had effected front-line soldiers, and they knew they were close to a cure. Or so they promised. After debating momentarily in his head, he decided that he would allow them this trial, and when it failed, as it would, they would be easier to control. Placing the now signed paper on the corner of his desk, he leaned back just as Ester entered pushing a tray of food. The chef had opened the door, and backed out with a low bow before returning to his kitchen. With not even a flicker of recognition, Emil watched only out of the corner of his eye as his new toy pushed her cart towards his desk. Put it down on the desk, and pour me another drink. He placed his empty glass on the edge of the table with just a little of the cognac left, allowing Ester to see enough color to know which of the bottles to pour from when she refilled without asking. After she'd placed the tray on the table, and refilled his drink, and was again approaching his desk he noticed a rather large flour patch on the back of her thigh. It would be easy to miss as it almost perfectly matched her creamy white skin, but Emil had noticed a small puff of the powder falling off her leg as she walked too and fro. Emil was too cold and calculating to act immediately, Don't move. He said simply before attacking his brunch. The food was good, in fact, it was very good especially after the weeks of rather bland stuff that his soldiers had delivered. He noticed that there was a wide variety, and it was all in smaller portions that he liked. No food touched any other on his plate, another bonus. So sad that she had to ruin it with a touch of carelessness. He thought to himself as he leaned back and sipped on his drink while both cold blue eyes slowly turned to his latest catch. Delicious. I think your family and friends beneath us would have been fed extra later this evening. He paused then, letting her rethink the words and catch the ominous would that he placed within. However you need to pay a little more attention to where your sexy little butt touches. Come here. He waited with a look of patience while he became increasingly more impatient until Ester drew within arms grasp. Reaching out he placed a hand upon her firm buttock, and pinched lightly before bringing his hand around to her face. Rubbing his thumb and finger together the white powder was easy to see against the darker tones of furniture within his room. Take that off, He commanded with a gentle tug of her apron, and as soon as she had Emil pushed his chair back to give him space between the desk. Lay across my knees, He said, while patting said knees so that Ester could not confuse what he said. Already he had decided a spanking, coupled with groping and perhaps a few light kisses would gauge just how innocent and perfect Ester seemed to be.