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

Ester licked and sucked at his shaft greedily drinking down every hint of his salty musk until she was satisfied that he was clean. It never really dawned on her that what she was doing was in fact sexual, only that it was necessary for her survival. If this morning had taught her anything it was that the Standartenfhrer did not like for himself or his property to be unclean. It was sad how far she had fallen in such a short amount of time, but she had no time to dwell on such misfortune. If this was to be her role in life, she'd embrace it until it killed her. Stopping only once he brought his hand to rest atop her long, black tresses, she flinched back expecting a pop across the face to follow, but it did not. He brought her to a stand, but a shaky one at that. Her legs felt wobbly and her heart was racing in her chest as she awaited his judgement. Then, when it finally came down, what she saw in his eyes surprised her. He was amused? Her eyes were filled with perplexed confusion and utter relief. He wasn't mad at her. He knew she didn't know what she was doing and didn't expect her to pick up on it right away. She could have cried when he told her that she'd done well and that she had nothing to apologize for. Climaxes, orgasms, and cum were good and next time she'd be better prepared to manage the situation. Straightening up when he asked if she remembered what Ferdinand had told her to do she replied in a chipper voice, Yes, sir. He told me that I need to clean up after myself in the kitchen and then draw a bath for you. Tilting her head when he told her to ignore half of her task, she smiled before replying, Right away, sir. She took a moment to look down at herself, astonished by how many dried streaks of cum she saw. Despite her best efforts, her dabbling fingers had done little in the way of actually making her clean. She supposed he was right. A bath was really the only way, but...with him? She felt her heart tear. She would not be giving her maidenhead over to her husband's hands, that much was almost certain. Hell, she didn't even know if she'd make it through the night. God, what shall I do? He wants me to lay with him...but we are not wed. I am his servant. Will I...go to Hell for this? These thoughts burdened her heavily as she quickly dressed and went up the stairs to his wash room to begin preparing the water. Of course God was nowhere to be found. The only advice that came to her came from deep within. They commanded her to serve her new master as faithfully she could and to give him whatever he needed. Whether these words were born of fear or something more carnal she did not know. Shaking the thoughts as she neared the side of the tub, she began to run the water, bending over to test the temperature as she lost herself in her own reflection. The reflection of a slave. Her fingers dangled in the water as her ass bobbed in the air, her back straightening suddenly when she heard Emil's soft voice chime in his preference. Then hot it shall be. She smiled, reaching over to flip one of the faucets a bit more while glancing over to see exactly what he was doing. She didn't recognize what he had in his hands. It looked like a string of beads and a funnel like contraption. Undoubtedly, both were meant for her, but she couldn't fathom where they'd go. Perhaps the funnel in her mouth and the beads around her neck? She wondered how long it would take for him to kill her with those beads as she cut off the water tapping it's surface one last time to ensure it was good and hot. Walking over to Emil, she kept a lingering eye on what he held in his hand as she bit on her lower lip and lowered her panties down to her ankles before stepping out of them. His eyes on her fluffy mound made her blush profusely and lower her head in embarrassment. S-sir? She questioned softly with wide eyes as he commanded she turn around and bend over. The look in his eye, however, confirmed that now was not the time to question his authority. Nodding her head shyly, she turned away from him and bent over until her fingers touched the tip of her toes. Was this how it was going to happen? Was he going to make her his like this? Right here, right now? Tensing as she felt the cold nozzle press against her puckered little anus, she whined softly as he persisted until the cold nozzle was wedged in at least three inches deep. Swallowing back tears, she jarred forward suddenly as warm water rushed into her bowels making her knees shake and her gut gurgle. All the while, her tight anal ring kept flexing around the intruder, trying to push out the nozzle as it forced a steady stream of soapy water meant to clean her from the inside out. Shivering as his hand came around to her stomach, she nodded and pretended to accept his answer as she felt her back cramp in protest. She wanted to fall down then and there. She wanted to rip out that nozzle and force all the water out, but to do so would undoubtedly be her death. So, she endured. As he handed her the bag, she gently squeezed it as he disrobed and sank into the hot bath she'd prepared. Seconds felt like hours and minutes felt like days. After she counted to about five minutes, she asked with a weak little voice, Sir? May I be excused? When he gave her his blessing she found herself in a pickle. Every step she took was strained and tensed as she squeezed her bum around the nozzle to keep any of the putrid water from dripping out onto her leg or the floor. Somehow, step by step, she managed to tip toe her way to the other room's washroom where she eased out the nozzle. Then, to her great relief, a rush of the unspeakable came tumbling out of her faster than she'd thought possible. Her engorged belly fell back to it's normal flat state as she emptied her bowels of every impurity into that bowl. Her only comfort was the sharp pull of her nails as they raked through her hair and the warmth of her tears. Once she was confident that she was very much clean from the inside, she folded the used nozzle and baggy, setting them aside in the washroom before flushing the toilet with a relieved sigh. Walking back to the Standartenfhrer's washroom, she was amazed how light she felt compared to when she had practically crawled away. Quietly, she entered so as not to disturb him from his relaxation. Gripping the edges of her slip, she swallowed hard as she lifted it over her head and folded it on the floor. Stepping to the edge of the tub, she was an angel stripped bare before a devil. Her radiant green eyes were glossed with fresh tears and her porcelain cheeks were painted pink as she cleared her throat to ask, I did as you wished...May I enter? She thought he might like it. He might like to hear her ask to join him. She hoped she was right. Her small breasts puffed out as she held her breath while her small hands guarded her mound in a pathetic attempt to maintain some level of modesty. All the while, she couldn't stop her own eyes from drifting down to his sizable manhood as it bobbed in the water.