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

This was the first sexual encounter Ester had ever experienced, but judging by the Commander's reaction she had done a satisfactory job. As the Commander continued to catch his breath, Ester tested the strength of the leather binding around her neck. It was strong and snug, but didn't cut off her oxygen. Ester continued to hold her arms in place as he pulled her forward, tightening the chains from her cuffs to the collar around her neck. At least now Ester could relax her arms without fear of them falling from behind her back, Ester had reflected. Her voice was taken away from her with a simple command not to speak unless asked to, making it all the more unexpected when he followed up his command with a question that had to be answered. Yes sir. She quickly replied, anything to stop the sound of his growling that sent shivers of fear up her spine. She didn't even feel it as a warm small droplet of cum had escaped from her lips until it was collected by the Commander and his point was made clear. No more screw ups. Taking his finger into her mouth she quickly cleaned it off, creating a small smacking sound as his finger left her mouth. Stepping in front of another table she observed familiar cleaning tools with unfamiliar nobs and shapes attached to the ends of them. She looked at them, wondering how many other girls had been forced use these tools this way and what had become of those girls since then. Before she had time to ponder any further, the command open forced her mouth to pop open in response and wait for the well fitted handle to be placed in her mouth. Biting down on the handle she felt that the fit wasn't bad. She didn't see how she could possibly be expected to clean this way, but was determined to try. Awkwardly, without the balance of her arms, she followed him upstairs and into a study filled with books in desperate need of some attention. As Ester unsteadily stumbled into the room she felt the eyes of the Commander boring into her her back, making her quickly learn how to use the duster. As she began on her first book, kneeling down to attend to it, her cleaning was abruptly interrupted by a rough set of hands pulling her off of her feet and into his stone solid knees. Ester cried out from the shock of such a sudden attack and from the pain of having lost her breath. Gasping, she tried to regain herself as she listened to his words. His words, his laugh, they made her quiver in fear. She feared that no matter how hard she worked this would be a man that she could not please and therefor a direct threat to her life and the life of her family members. She felt tears of fury fill in her eyes as he spoke of her rotten kind. None of them had asked for this, it was Hitler and the stupid SS Officers that were causing all of this. Her mama and papa had never hurt anyone and now look where they were. Before she could think on the matter anymore an eruption exploded on her ass sending echoes and her screams through the rooms. Again, with all of his fury, he connected his hand to her ass forcing her to scream louder than she ever had before. His words echoed in her mind, I'll mess something up...is that what happened to the girl that once wore this? Is she now dead because she messed up? But before she could solidify her thoughts she felt the touch of his fingers down in between her legs. She squirmed uncomfortably as she tried to get away but then his hand came down on her again and again and she suddenly realized the reason her hands were bound behind her back. She couldn't protect herself from him, she couldn't fight back. Her chest heaved with racking sobs as he smashed his hand into her ass one last time. Then, as she flopped onto the floor, she heard his parting words and the echo of his footsteps as he left. Forcing herself to her knees, she continued to cry as she dusted each book as quickly and thoroughly as she could. By the time she finished fifteen minutes later she had learned that by flicking her tongue against the handle she could dust with more accuracy. Ester sniffled as she very slowly and carefully walked to the door to find the Commander. She knew that he was aware of the action taken against her, so she had to show as few tears as possible. She knew that she had to be brave. Ester found the basement stairs where the Commander had told her to return when she finished. Suddenly, around the corner came Max, though curious, he showed no malice towards her as she was not wearing the star. Rather he passed her by, surely to find something of more interest. Quick even steps came down the hall as she straightened up and sniffed back any remaining tears. She had dusted that room to the best of her ability and she was sure her work would reflect it or she would find out just how cruel the Commander could be.