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

Somewhere in the darkness Emil took a deep breath. His lungs were filled with the smell of wax, burnt hair, blood, and most of all the scent of fear. I dripped from every pore on Ester's young body and was the reason that she quivered so violently. Hard enough to send a sickening crack through the entire room that even made him cringe as she dislocated her arm. Knowing it would only get worse if he didn't fix it, Emil decided to leave it along for now, to show her that he would gladly allow her to hurt herself if she wanted to do so for his amusement. Is that more you are asking for little slut? More punishment for your horrible crimes? I hope it is, for it if is mercy you are begging for you should know that there is none here. The Third Reich has no mercy for those who bleed the master race and dirty the pure blood of our ancestors, only hate, and anger. The propaganda bullshit he was spilling was the easiest to come up with his own personal feelings on the matter were just that, personal. He enjoyed this too much, and if it were not for the war then he would be tried as a terrorist and a murderer, and that would really be no fun at all. This thought zipped through his head as he flicked a few pieces of dried wax off of Ester's should and then leaned on the dislocated joint a bit, just enough to get her to scream once again. The smartest part about Emil was the way he took his time, if anything was done to hard or two fast she would pass out and not be able to experience the full measure of the word pain the way it was defined in his dictionary. After separating it a bit more, Emil rapidly shoved the joint back into place. Another scream of pleasure was the perfect response. Then he disappeared back into the darkness. There was a tinkling of chains, and then a violent crash as he removed her right wrist and right ankle and threw them to the other side of the bed. Then he latched them to that side before undoing her left ankle and left wrist, and flipping them back over the bed. It was tedious, but assured she had no chance to resist him at all and before she knew it she was tied, once again the human X, but on her back and staring straight up into the light. How many candles do you think I used Ester? He asked softly, barely able to conceal the evil chuckle that he stifled in his throat. When all she did was mutter in pain, he repeated himself sharply, How many candles did I use Ester?! Guess? She murmured the word three, A good guess. There have been three whips, so three candles would be natural... But I've only used two Ester. Just two. The dramatic pause was exceptionally timed. Ester had pain and her brother on her mind, but it didn't take long for her to understand that there was a third candle, with hot molten wax in it, somewhere above her in the darkness ready to spread liquid fire across her body. Emil waited silently. He waited and waited, enjoying every nervous twitch of her young body as she searched and searched for the wax, finally, just as she began to relax and not a moment later he held the candle up high and tipped it over her body. The first stream ran from her armpit, across her breast, to the opposite hip and partway down her luscious little thighs. The second did the same thing, but starting at the opposing armpit and it happened a full ninety-seconds later. For the third and final splash Emil waited a full two minutes before holding the candle out into the light and tipping it directly over Ester's taut belly and letting the entire contents of the hot candle pour over her wrenching stomach until it slipped between her legs and began covering her tiny slit. There he stopped, and watched with amusement at her reaction. It made him incredibly hard and he was more then ready to end his hardness and this entire scene, for he did have duties to attend at the camp, but he needed to cum. He slid onto the bed with his cock out from his trousers. Even with all of the days activity it took two quick plunges into her throat before he exploded into her mouth this time he was careful to leave his entire load on her tongue rather then in her throat, so it wasn't quite as easy to swallow with her groaning and crying at the moment. You've served your punishment to me Ester, He leaned over to kiss her gently on the forehead before adding one last demoralizing blow, But Klaus will be giving your bath. Then he was gone taking his knife with him, out the door with Max on his heels as he zipped up his fly, put his trench coat back on and headed straight out the door. Max barked happily as he was allowed to run freely, but all the while wary of his masters voice, ready to come to his side at a moments notice. Klaus snickered as tears streamed down Paul's face. The latest batch caused by the Commander's orders, You hear that you rat? I get to give you're pretty little virgin sister a bath. Clean her all up, so that she can get nice and dirty again. The lieutenant was quite pleased with how things had turned out, he would get his chance to get back at that little cunt, and Paul was still around to watch it all happen. Go draw a bath, Klaus ordered to one of the soldiers, and then to the other, You help me move him. Together they picked Paul up in the chair and brought him to the bathroom, off of the second largest room in the house which was of course Klaus's. Untie him from the chair and bind his arms tightly behind his back, find a collar. Then put him in the tub. I'll be right back with the girl, watch him. Klaus whisked out of the bathroom and down the hall, his sharp boots echoing loudly, upon entering the room he took a few moments to revel in the glory of the site before him. A tear stained, angelic face with just a bit of cum lining her chin and cheeks. Blood oozing and drying on her back, hot wax stuck fast to the cuts and all over her smooth skin. She obviously heard him enter, and when she began to quiver knowing that it was him in the room, Klaus spoke. It's time to get you all cleaned up Ester! We've got someone very special to aide you... Roughly Klaus unshackled Ester and fit her wrist cuffs from earlier back on, but this time there were no chains. They simply latched together behind her back. He did remove the open gag though, and replaced it with her knifed panties, which he tied tightly into her mouth with a leather strand. Upon returning to the bathroom with her he found her brother strapped up tightly and on his knees in the tub, the water up to just above his waist. When Ester tried to resist and hide her nakedness from her brother Klaus simply picked her up and pushed her down into the tub, he held her there until she calmed slightly, but he knew the blush would never wear from her cheeks. He undid the cuffs behind her back and quickly latched them to the railing on the outside of the tub. Two more cuffs were slipped on her ankles and locked to the rail closer to Paul. The water will remove some of the wax, Klaus stated, But you'll have to do the rest with your mouth Paul. If she is not clean in one half hour. Then i will be doing the cleaning. And I will be using this. He held up the same whip that Emil had used to draw the screams from Ester earlier. There was still wet blood dripping from it, and from the fear in Ester's eyes everyone in the room knew she would not be able to survive such a beating, Well... You best get started.