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Thread: ragdoll physics {blue + mei}

So with the expectation that he was supposed to drive - no, he wasn't really all that surprised that he was being forced to drive Nikolaus home. Bastard. And he was just about to open the door on the driver's side when he blinked, and saw that the other man was gesturing to the car door. He just had to be kidding, but no, he wasn't. Sighing, Christov walked over, and opened the door for him - just as his own chaffeur did when he was picked up in the mornings to Munich or Stuttgart. As soon as Nikolaus got into the car, Christov slammed the door shut and got into the driver's side, and quickly started the car. Fine then, he'd drive the bastard home and do whatever else he fucking wanted. Gritting his teeth, Christov pulled out of the complex and followed the other man's directions to his home. The voice that he had spoken it in rankled the blonde quite a bit - they were of close rank yes, but in technically, Christov was of a higher rank, although that could crash around his head along with his life if Nikolaus didn't keep his side of the bargain. As soon as they arrived as to what Christov assumed to be Nikolaus' house, Christov turned off the car, got out, and walked over to the passengers side, and opened the door for him as well. He didn't want to be freaking told, 'Get out and open the door for me'. He already knew that it'd be said. Am I allowed to leave now? He asked, glaring at the man.listu
Thread: ragdoll physics {blue + mei}

As an immediate reaction to the other soldier's question, Nikolaus let out a doggish laughter. It was too amusing that Christov actually thought he was going to get off so easily. Honestly, he should have known Nikolaus better than that he was always looking for a way to make the bastard's life miserable and when he was able to threaten the man with his life, it made the situation all the more easier for him. As an added bonus, he knew that by laughing, he'd annoy the man even more. Go home ? He echoed, Of course not! He unbuckled his seatbelt and exited the car, rather pleased that Christov was already getting the hang of being a good, little slave. There's dinner to cook, a house to clean- you're far from being done, he said, shaking his head at the other as if he were the most foolish man alive to think that his day was done. The nazi shoved his hands into his pockets, cold stare settled upon the treasonous dog. My house key is the silver one, he grumbled, Open the door.
Thread: ragdoll physics {blue + mei}

The man gave an irritated sort of shudder, glaring at the other man all the while. Why the laughter, of all things? Why laugh? It was even worse when Nikolaus laughed, and he just. . . Well, he just couldn't do anything. His life was held by the bastard, and he sure as hell was taking pleasure in making Christov jump through hoops in order to save his own life. Jump through hoops, and act like a servant. Pleasant. And all Christov could do when he heard that he was to cook dinner and clean the house. . . was, nothing. He just stared at the other man as if he were mad, and then turned away, waiting for the bastard to step out of the car, and, after slamming the door shut, followed him up the steps to the front. Right. Silver key. Placing the correct key in the lock, and after fumbling with it for a brief second, opened the door and waited for Nikolaus to step inside, following him and closing the door behind him, slipping the keys into his uniform pocket. He stood there quietly, not at all wanting to anticipate his needs. Might as well frustrate Nikolaus, having to make the man explain everything to him. The thought nearly brought a smirk to his face.listu
Thread: ragdoll physics {blue + mei}

Nikolaus, although he may be considered 'inferior' to Christov in many ways, still was an able soldier- one of which ways being that he was very observant. He may not have the eyes of an Ayrian, but he had the eyes of a goddamn hawk and though he turned a blind eye to his own shortcomings, it was rare that he'd miss the fault of another's. So naturally, he took notice to how Christov pointedly made himself at ease instead of getting straight to work like he should have done. There was a brief moment that he considered whether or not it was worth it to lay off for a little while before easing into to bigger and better things- after all, if he shoved things on the guy too quickly, he may give up and choose that death was a better end than humiliation... not to mention, if he broke the guy too soon, then that would mean less fun down the line. But then again, who the hell cared? If Christov was going to bitch about Nikolaus sparing his life, then the bastard deserved to be dead... plus, if he proved to be of no more amusement, then Nikolaus could easily toss him to the authorities and have the pleasure of watching the execution. For now, he'd shake of that small display of defiance simply because- well, he'd get his revenge soon enough. I'm used to my maids working in uniform, he replied, pretending to not notice the other's reluctance of servitude. Your new clothes are in the closet. Whenever you are here, I expect for you to change into them. Easier said than done. Inside the closet was- well, a typical woman's maid uniform apron, frills, and all.
Thread: ragdoll physics {blue + mei}

Wait, wait, what? His maids? Christov blinked stupidly for a few seconds, before he realized what Nikolaus was implying that he do. He was to be. . . he was to be dressed as a maid. As a woman. The dress, the apron, the frills. He flushed, partly from anger and partly from embarassment. He bristled slightly, wanting to make a sharp retort, but then sighed, and turned to the closet and pulled out the stupid maid's outfit, examining it slightly. Frilly, and girly. Typical of the other man - make him even more embarassed and humiliated by making him dress as a silly little girl. He sighed, then reached one hand up to begin to undo the buttons on his overcoat, slipping out of it and dropping it on the floor, before hesitating and loosening his collar, then undoing the front of his uniform, slipping out of it before pulling off the tight-fitting shirt he wore underneath it. The white shirt clung to his skin, showing the easy muscles of someone who was born with them. He turned his back on Nikolaus, not wanting the other man to see him this. . . this. . . vulnerable. But if anything, being under the other man's thumb would make him feel consistently vulnerable. Taking off his boots and setting them down, he then stripped off his pants, revealing dark boxers before hurriedly slipping on the black dress of the maid uniform, then the apron and tied it around his back. He frowned the dress didn't fit quite right across his chest, but was tight enough so he simply looked like a flat-chester girl, and the skirt of the dress fell to mid-thighs. Pleased, are you? To see me this humiliated? He muttered quietly. To see me dressed as the opposite sex? His voice rose quietly, and he glared at Nikolaus, before taking deep breaths and calming down. He kicked his uniform off to one side. I loathe you. His hands were clenched into fists. It was just so damn embarassing, before forced to wear this dress. . .listu
Thread: ragdoll physics {blue + mei}

Ahh, he loved that look of realization as it dawned upon a man that he was completely and utterly fucked . As of late, Nikolaus usually associated that look of horror to a jew being sent off on that one-way train ride to camp. And as much as he loved watching those walking skeletons march off to their graves, Christov seemed to do the look a lot more justice. It must have felt terrible going from the top of the pecking order to nothing more than a cross-dressing nobody. Not like Nik cared, of course. He watched as the other undressed and changed into the maid's outfit, eyes glinting in dark amusement. No doubt, Christov was seething- he saw the look of hate in his eyes before the man turned away. Nikolaus wouldn't be surprised if the bastard would try to kill him in his sleep or the minute he let his guard down. After all, it's not like he had much to lose his life was already so close to being over if Nikolaus so chose to do so. The words Christov shot at him only egged the nazi on. He walked over to the other with long, quick strides and grabbed the man's chin roughly between his thumb and index finger. He could feel the other's warm, angered blood beneath his fingertips. Don't project your anger at me, he growled, If you weren't a backstabbing liar, you wouldn't be in this mess. He then kicked the abandoned soldier's clothes against the wall and added, You're not even fit to wear Germany's colors. He let go of the man's face and it seemed like he was through but that would be too simple. Without any sort of warning, he reached beneath the skirt of the outfit and, with one tug, pulled Christov's boxers down to his ankles. Maids don't wear these, he grunted before patting his cheek twice. Now get to work.
Thread: ragdoll physics {blue + mei}

Haha, sorry it took me awhile to reply. x3 I took a nap as soon as I came home today. It was all he could do not to simply jerk his chin away and punch Nikolaus in the face when the other man had grabbed his chin. He glared at him, grinding his teeth together has le listened to the other man. And slime like you aren't fit to even be considered human, he growled in reply, glaring at him, watching as the other man kicked his uniform away. He didn't care, he didn't care about his embarassment. . . He shuddered as Nikolaus let go of his chin. Christov jerked away slightly as he felt Nikolaus' fingers slide underneath the skirt of the maid uniform, feeling those cold fingers pluck at his dark boxers, feeling them pull it down. He shuddered as they were yanked down, and as they pulled at his feet. Shame and humiliation colored his face, as he felt helplessly exposed. So. He was to be stripped even of that. He stood there shaking for a few seconds, eyes lowered. So for his life to be spared, he was to be humiliated, demoted, embarassed and made to be ashamed of himself. All because he had wanted to help his country, wanted to help by ridding it of the terror that was their dictator. Karma certainly had a perverse sense of humor.listu
Thread: ragdoll physics {blue + mei}

XD it's all good Nikolaus was tempted to hit the man for that sharp tongue of his, but managed to hold back. After all, it wasnt too bad of a rebellious attitude and if he began to teach Christov to stop making comments like that, it would take out all the fun in humiliating the man. He still wanted at least a little fight in the guy, as much as he hated him. He couldnt have hoped for a better reaction from Christov as soon as the last garment of his own clothing was removed, it was like the bastard was a whole, new person. A weaker one, at that. That look of shame and humiliation for just being who he was just like the Jews. After all, the Jews didnt know what they did to deserve such treatment to their kin- they were just following their religion. Nik placed a hand on the top of Christovs head and pushed down, forcing the other to look up. Now you know what it feels like to be one of those filthy jews you sympathize for, he grunted disdainfully although his features showed that he was loving every fucking minute of this, You're no better than them. The soldier pulled his hand away before gesturing to the kitchen. I put everything you need to cook on the table. If you don't know how to cook, you damn better well learn. For each time you mess anything up around here, you're getting punished.
Thread: ragdoll physics {blue + mei}

Christov gave a low hiss as he felt a heavy pressure on his head, and then had his head pushed down so that he was forced to raise his eyes to glare at Nikolaus. But after a few brief seconds, he turned his eyes away, not wanting to look him the Nazi anymore - hating the fact that he was being compared to a Jew. He didn't have any anger or hate for them, but he hated that he was being compared to someone who was so weak right now. . . And he could just tell that Nikolaus - that asshole - was loving the humiliation. He hesitated for a few seconds, then stepped out of his boxers at his feet and turned to the kitchens. Cook, fine. He knew how to do that, even if he wasn't the best at it, considering that he lived alone after his girlfriend broke up with him for wanting to asassinate Hitler. Staring at the kitchen table, Christov sighed and got to work, still feeling strange that he was in a dress, and he no longer had his boxers on. He shuddered, still able to feel the other man's fingers against his skin. He wanted to scour at the area, make it hurt so he couldn't have that disgusting feeling anymore. Nevermind - time to get to work now, quickly and carefully. He dreaded to think of what the punishments were.listu
Thread: ragdoll physics {blue + mei}

Once the other headed off to the kitchen, Nikolaus made his way up the narrow stairs to his bedroom to change out of his uniform. A soft sigh passed through his lips as he pulled off the jacket and placed it neatly on the hanger, soon followed by unbuckling his belt and folding it neatly on the lower bar. He left his undershirt on underneath, pulling on a white, button-up shirt over his shoulders and black slacks to cover his legs. Nikolaus combed his fingers through his hair once, satisfied with his wardrobe change, and then headed back downstairs. When he returned to the kitchen, he found Christov busy with his work- as he should be. However, once again, Nik was left with nothing to do while he waited for the other to complete his task. He had to start thinking of some demands he could give the guy that wouldn't take too long to do so he wouldn't have so much time in between where he'd be waiting and thus, grow bored. He huffed at his own boredom before sitting down on one of the chairs, watching Christov as he cooked and praying for a chance to watch the other slip up. He was silent for a while, merely watching the man go about the kitchen. However, all pauses had to come to an end. Mmn, I guess trying to kill der fuhrer really wasn't worth it after all, he drawled. Imagine how much easier things would have been for you.
Thread: ragdoll physics {blue + mei}

Christov relaxed slightly when he heard Nikolaus leave, and head somewhere, most likely to his room. Thank goodness - he didn't need the man watching him, searching for every mistake that he did. Hopefully, the man would simply stay there for the entire time that he was to be making dinner. He doubted it, though. . . Fine, that would be for the best anyway. However, that was not to be the case, just as he thought so. He heard footsteps behind him, signally that Nikolaus had returned from whatever he was doing changing clothes, as Christov found out when he glanced over his shoulder, and saw that he was out of his uniform. But he didn't say anything, only stood there, watching him. God, that was nervewracking, having the man stand there, watching everything he did. . . Shit! Hearing Nikolaus speak, Christov dropped the dish he was carrying, and flinched hearing it crash against the floor. He held his breath, slightly afraid as to what his 'punishment' would be as the dish broke against the floor. Shit - he stared at Nikolaus, feeling his heart beat frantically. Yeah, life would be easier, indeed.listu
Thread: ragdoll physics {blue + mei}

ffslsdkf it's short, sorry XD Nikolaus was about to give up hope in waiting for Christov to screw up this round but- wait, what was that? I believe I just saw a mess-up . He saw the dish fall first, but it didn't register to Nik what was happening until he heard the other swear and all of his hopes were confirmed with the loud clatter of the dish on the floor in the otherwise-quiet home. His eyes lit up, but his expression showed that he was far from happy about one of his plates being broken. Great, you broke one of my fucking dishes, he hissed, eyes narrowed at the other. Nikolaus could see in Christov's expression that he knew that whatever was about to go down would be quite unpleasant. He rose from his chair and walked over to the man and his hand rose towards the mans face- at first it seemed like he was going to grab his chin again, but instead, Christov was greeted with a hard smack across the face. Now you're going to pick every goddamn piece of that up. And when you're done, lean over the table.
Thread: ragdoll physics {blue + mei}

He stood there, stockstill, as he feared for what was going to happen to him, however, he wasn't too surprised when the other man slapped him acros the face, snapping his head off to one side with the force of the blow, one small cry coming from him. His cheek smarted sharply, and there was a faint, red handprint on his cheek. Christov refrained from raising one hand to his face, as if he was in disbelief. But he wasn't in disbelief. . . Bend over the table. . .? Why? Nevermind. Just pick up the broken pieces on the floor now. Bending down, the man slowly began to pick them up, face red again as he was forced down on his hands and knees in front of Nikolaus. He picked up the pieces, thankful that they broke into large shards. Finally having picked all of them up, he stood to threw them away into the trashbin. He hesitated for a second, standing next to the table, thankful that he had moved everything off of it, before gripping the edge of the table and bending over, feeling the skirt ride up his ass, exposing some of the smooth and firm flesh. What the hell was Nikolaus going to do to him in this position? Sometimes, he was just so naive when it came to the cruelty of people.listu
Thread: The Worst Christmas Gift Ever

King Roland had been an extremely powerful and influential king in his glory days. His country, though small and modest, had been one of the most productive and affluent nations. The King, however, had begun to grow old. After his fiftieth birthday his power began to wane and the power of younger sovreigns in neighboring countries rose. One prince in particular seemed to have climbed the rungs of the power ladder especially swiftly and expertly. To avoid his nation being completely devoured by this young prince and his larger nation, Roland agreed to marry off his daughter to the prince. The princess, Elsa, had not been pleased to hear about this in the least. She fought with her father long and hard about this decision, trying to make him see that no good could come of it. Roland had been convinced though, and had even agreed to let the prince become to king of his nation and merge them after Roland's death. It was winter and the prince had told Roland that he wanted the girl delivered to him as soon as possible. It just so happened that the day Elsa arrived at the foreign castle was Christmas Day. She was helped out of the carriage and led up the passage to the front doors of the massive castle to meet her new husband. There wasn't even going to be a ceremony, the papers had been signed in secret so that Elsa couldn't find a way out of it -- as her signature was not required. The short woman stood before the castle in her dark green gown with her velvet cloak covering it, her arms crossed over her chest in irritation. Her dark brown hair was piled atop her head in ringlets, her honey brown eyes hot with fire. She was to wait there until her husband saw fit to meet her.
Thread: The Worst Christmas Gift Ever

The first act of her humiliation is being forced to wait like a common servant...and wait she does. For hours she remains there...waiting for the horror she's been gifted to like nothing more than a prized calf. It would be in the third hour after her arrival that He finally arrives...And with all the fanfare only egotistical royalty could produce... He stands tall, with powerful muscles more used to holding a whip than a sword. He wears delicately embroidered robes that flow around His trim frame like black silk. Welcome to My humble home My lady... He declares as He moves towards her, His arms outspread as if to give her a warm hug of greeting. Of course, even as she begins to respond He backhands her savagely across the face. Silence! When I want you to speak, I will give you permission to do so, do you understand Me? He growls
Thread: The Worst Christmas Gift Ever

By the time he finally showed up she was sure that she was going to die brom being frozen to death. She saw him come towards her with all of his ridiculous grandeur and was fully prepared to give him a piece of her mind -- a large one. Humble home? His home certainly was not humble, nor was he. Before he hit her she could already tell that she was not going to like him. His hitting her though, really set her off. Her neck twisted to the side and she felt the large welt rise on her face. She glared at him, I will speak when I want to speak, she countered through gritted teeth. She hardly tolerated people telling her what to do, she wasn't going to tolerate it from a man she'd never met -- whether he was techinically her husband or not.
Thread: The Worst Christmas Gift Ever

Likewise, He would no tolerate a woman, no better than an animal in His eyes, to speak back to Him in His own home... His first reaction to her words is to slap her again, but almost immediately He motions and two hulking gaurds detach themselves from their places against either side of the doorway to lunge at her. Their big men, well trained and heavily armed. They have little trouble grasping her arms and pulling them savagely behind her back. One of them jerks her arms upwards behind her until her shoulder threatens to pop out of the socket. Even as the gaurd does that, the second one stands behind and slightly to the side, ready to react in a moment notice if she proves difficult. It's only after she is restrained by the gaurds that the Prince slaps her a third time before speaking. Listen well little whore...here, you belong to Me. A nice little animal to keep My bedding warm at night. You have no rights, and your duties are whatever it is My pleasure to command you to do...Test Me little puppet, just once more.... He growls the last of it through gritted teeth...a low, animalistic warning that leaves no doubt He would find great pleasure in the horrible tortures she would endure if she tested Him a time to many.
Thread: The Worst Christmas Gift Ever

The second slap to her face was a little harder to endure than the first, as it was almost in the exact same place as the other. She was caught off guard when she was yanked up by the an incredibly tall man. She yelped in pain, her arms being held at an angle she wasn't sure was supposed to be humanly possible. The pain he toko from it was a strange pain. It was dull and yet constant, as if threatening to erupt into a bevy of unmanagable pain at any moment. The third slap twisted her neck so hard that it actually cracked. Involuntary tears had begun to spill from her eyes and her head hung limp, her feet lifted off of the ground by the guard behind her. She was silent now except for her ragged breathing as she tried to control the pain she felt. She had nothing more that she could say. She wasn't accepting what he said to her by any stretch of the imagination, but for the moment at least, he had defeated her.
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