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

How can a stick be as enjoyable as a carrot? I thought the point of the stick was to punish? Ester questioned quietly, more to herself than to Ferdinand, as she tried to wrestle with the idea a bit. I'm sorry...I really don't understand what you mean at all. A carrot is a carrot and a stick is a stick... She replied with a shake of her head. She'd never thought of herself as stupid, but these analogies were completely lost on her, implanting a sense of doubt and fear in her already scattered mind. Still, he seemed reluctant to pass along any more information that might help her understand what he meant by those words, so she settled into the notion that she would just have to wait and see. Gingerly, she rubbed her cool hands over her burning backside as they walked through the halls until they came to a small door in the middle of the Eastern Wing's second floor. This was her room. It was small, quaint really. This room was much smaller than the one she had grown up in, but was far superior to what she had come to believe would be her living arrangements down in the basement. Weird contraptions and unexplained doghouses that they were storing here aside, she felt at ease as she walked in. Ease reminded her of how tired she was, then, he said it. That word. Sleep. Her knees practically buckled at the idea, but she kept a straight back for as long as he was here. She didn't know that she could trust him. After all, he was in the employ of the Standartenfhrer. She was just the slave. His loyalty would be with him utterly and completely. She couldn't hope to tell him the secrets racing through her mind, though she ached to as he turned away and bid her farewell. Still, she felt a bit brightened by his coming and going all the same. She bid him farewell and before he had even shut the door all the way she plopped onto the bed before sticking her nose into the nightstand. There she found with great curiosity identical outfits to what she was wearing now all in different colors. Light colors...except for one. Why? What was that one for? They reminded her of her funeral attire...funerals..death...her family. Quickly, she shook the thought away from her mind as she closed the nightstand and set her clock for an hour and thirty five minutes. A moment later she was asleep, but her dreams were filled with the obnoxious sound of an alarm ringing angrily in her ears. She tried to push herself up onto her hands and knees to check out what was making such a horrible sound, but even the dream her was too tired to even lift her head. Ughhh...why won't that sound go away? She thought to herself as she rubbed her eyes. That sound...THE ALARM!!! Ester jumped out of her bed as if it were on fire and panic set in when she saw that she had overslept by nearly four whole minutes. Where had the time gone? Just a second ago she had been rifling through her nightstand and now she was running late on starting her chores. No time to think about it now! Gotta move! She hissed to herself as she slammed the alarm off and raced up to the storage closet. The rest of the afternoon flew by for her in a blur of quiet hallway floors that she polished from end to end, careful to obey the rule about not entering the Western Wing. Once the initial panic wore off and she saw that Ferdinand wasn't even there to report on her near tardiness, she felt a kind of peace doing this sort of work. It was easy, required little thought, and gave her a chance to enhance her attention to detail. Not a single cobweb, strand of hair, or dust bunny was safe from her as she went about the halls until she was glistening with sweat and her thin slip was clinging to her every crevice. Her ass cheeks, tempting little peaks, and the small cleft between her legs were all brilliantly on display to any who might happen by, but she didn't care. She kept herself as clean as she could, wondering and hoping she might have enough time to wash off before preparing dinner. She shuddered to think what kind of shape her poor little bum would be in after another assault like the one she had endured this morning. Those thoughts lead to others...like how nice it had felt when he kissed her. How strong his hands were as they held her cheeks, spreading them ever so slightly as he groped them. These were the images floating through her mind while she leaned against her mop pole as it sat in the filthy water bucket when Ferdinand arrived to tell her it was time to get ready to prepare dinner. So, of course she jumped! She couldn't hide the blush on her face, but thankfully Ferdinand seemed to mistake the reasoning for her embarrassment. She hadn't even realized how sticky her slip had become and just how translucent the fabric became when it was wet. Instead, she was far more focused on how nice it felt to be lightly patted on the head. It was the most friendly gesture she'd received since boarding that train two days ago and it made her heart open up to him just a touch more, Of course, thank you for helping me learn how to please the Standartenfhrer. I will see to his meal right away. She smiled. When he suggested that she should clean herself off, she did not waste any more time with light talk. She hurried up the stairs counting the seconds as she contemplated the sides she could prepare for Emil. All the way up the stairs she simply thought that perhaps she had smelled like she had been scrubbing the floors all day or that she had smeared herself with some of the dust. That was why he suggested she get cleaned. Not until she reached her room with the full length mirror did she realize what he'd really meant. He'd seen everything! Just like Rolland, Ferdinand now knew what she looked like completely nude and the idea of that was mortifying for young Ester. Thankfully, Ferdinand had had the courtesy not to leer or make her feel any more uncomfortable than necessary. For that, he had her eternal gratitude. She was quick to wash off the sweat and grime of an honest days work as best she could before brushing her hair and teeth and donning a light blue slip that reminded her of the Standartenfhrer's eyes. A deepening red overcame her cheeks as she realized this while admiring herself in the mirror, but she had no time to change! Rushing down the stairs, she went about preparing roasted baby potatoes and caramelized carrots to go along with the pork that the chef had so tediously prepared. Once again, she kept her head down around the chef, only asking for help when she needed to know where something was. This time, though, she did not back up. She inspected herself after loading her tray and was particularly careful as she made her way through the wall not to brush up against anything that might leave her tainted. Quietly, she entered Emil's office with the quiet disposition of a mouse that knew there was a cat in the room. She knew he was there lurking around somewhere, Standartenfhrer? I have your dinner. She said softly as she looked around the office and then behind her to see if he were lurking in the shadow of the door. Then, she heard him call out that he was in the adjacent room. His perfectly chiseled body was slick with sweat and on display as he dropped his shirt to the ground. Thoughtlessly, she stared...she lusted after his body in a way she'd done with no man...but he..he looked like a god. Blindly, she felt the desire to touch him and to be touched by him. Her trance was as deep as it was suddenly broken. Oh! Uh...sorry! She chirped as he dropped his pants and briefs exposing his large, flaccid rod that she caught only for an instant before snapping her attention away. She couldn't stand how attractive he really was...or understand how his appearance could contrast the way he treated her so much. If she had been born of the Third Reich, she wondered what she would have thought of him. What he would have thought of her. It was a childish, romanticized thought really, but it made her feel better to almost believe that in another world this could have been their life. They could have done this the right way...they could have been married first or at least star crossed lovers. Not master and slave. Placing the tray of food on the desk as he commanded, she took a few steps back, though waited for him to enter. She kept her head down, not because of fear, but out of anticipation and shame. She didn't know what to expect from him, but she couldn't wait to find out. It was shameful, truly, that she could feel that way about him, but she couldn't help it. He was fascinating to her and quickly she was becoming excited to show off how good she could be. Bobbing her head as he commanded her to move over to the side of his desk after having taken his seat, she waited with bated breath as he inspected her. Twirling around slowly, she felt her heart begin to race as she felt his eyes all over her body, especially on her tight little butt and thighs. She prayed she'd pulled it off this time. A nice meal and a spotless appearance that would please him so that she could see what he would give her as a carrot. She couldn't help it as a bright smile flashed over her face for just a moment as he commented that she had managed to keep herself clean and promised he would forgive one of her strikes if she managed to make him enjoy teaching her this next lesson. Yes, sir! She announced with a bounce of her toes as he commanded her to climb up into his lap so that she was facing him. She couldn't believe that he really wanted that someone that looked like him wanted to be so close to...her. Not that she saw herself as ugly...she'd just never seen herself as a sexual desire. The men of her society never treated her as such and certainly not the men of her family. This was new for Ester as she climbed up into his lap, lacing her hands gingerly around his sweaty back as she positioned herself carefully until her pantie clad snatch was pressed against his throbbing hard rod and her knees were firmly planted just outside of both his muscular thighs. Once she felt like she wouldn't fall over from lack of balance, she let go and looked up into his face for the briefest of moments with a look of utter innocent intrigue. What did he want from her? What was she going to do? With little effort, he swiveled the chair making it so her right hand could feed while her left was put to an even more important task. She could only nod her head as if she understood what he wanted, when in reality she felt trapped. Gingerly, she pressed against his concealed package with her left hand before shooting a concerned glance up at Emil. Did he expect her to know what to do? Well, first the easy part. She brought to his lips a bite of pork as she shakily ran her finger tips up the side of his sheathed cock. Should she reach in? She didn't know if she could. It was too much. Her small, tight body sitting atop his hot, sweaty form was enough to make her heart race and her breaths come faster. It was then that Emil reached forward to unleash his swollen cock for her to gaze upon for the very first time. It wasn't just him. It was, in fact, the first time she'd seen one on any full grown man and the notion of that alone was enough to put her in a trance. She didn't know what to do except to revere his rigid cock for what it was. Luckily, Emil seemed to be patient as he pressed her hand against his warm shaft before wrapping his hand around hers. Quickly, she seemed to find a pleasant rhythm that seemed to delight Emil while also giving her a sense of satisfaction, if not feeding a burning need of her own. She was quick to find that she enjoyed being desired. She enjoyed being needed. She enjoyed serving him when a carrot was on the horizon...but she'd need a little bit of time to come around to enjoying the feel of a stick on her backside as well. She didn't think of her own body and what she might desire Emil to play with until his rough hands slid up her slip to cup her perky little peaks before giving her tender nipples a light squeeze. The sensation made her nearly jump out of her skin and certainly reflected in the way that she squeezed his manhood as she thrust her hand up and down until her arm ached. That was when she felt the beginnings of the end. His precum was slick, slimy, and warm. She had no idea what had caused it, but by the pleased look on his face, she at least knew it wasn't a mistake or a bad thing. So, she ran with it. She didn't worry about the precum dripping onto his briefs as she eagerly slid her slicked up hand along his shaft from the tip of his swollen helmet down to his thick, veiny base. Then, he did it again. He slid his hands up until her back arched and her budding breasts were his captives. He ripped a pleased gasp past her lips as he squeezed her nipples again, this time for a little longer, before he relinquished his control over her once more. Her heart dropped when he commanded her to stop. Was he done? She secretly hoped not, but her hand ceased its gentle caresses while the other froze in midair until his message became plain. Surrendering her fork and his rod, she bowed her head as he pulled her slip up over it leaving her atop of him in only her panties but by the look on her face you wouldn't have known if she minded. She breathed a relaxed sigh as he ordered her to continue before resuming his own ministrations. She couldn't hold back a soft whimper as he freely explored her young breasts with eager delight before scooping a bit of food onto them. Then, a stunned moan as he ate from and of them with unrestrained desire. The feel of his teeth gently grating against her soft skin made her back arch and her hand slow as she indulged in the sensation. When his lips broke away from her nipple with an audible smack she realized that aside from a couple of little twitches, her hand had become completely limp. Blushing, she knew it was a mistake by the briefest telling look in his eye, but tried not to fret as he continued without a word. Maybe...just maybe he'd forgive her? This unbalanced pleasure play resumed until his plate was completely empty and his cock was pulsing in her hand. Moaning softly as he dove into her chest while clutching her ample cheeks, she considered for a moment what he meant by the word climaxing. She'd never heard of it being used in a romantic sense and, quite frankly, it stumped her up to the very moment when his thick, hot seed came spraying out over her lips, chin, neck, sticky breasts, and trembling tummy. Her hand did not stop either. No, she kept stroking until every thick rope was shot out across her body without reserve, but then it dawned on her. She was filthy. So was he. What about the rules? Hopping out of his lap as quick as a flash, she drove her knees into the ground and her face into his crotch as she strove to lick up what she could to keep from getting his briefs too dirty from what streams had not landed on her. His taste was bittersweet and the musk lingered on her tongue and nose as she reached with her free hand to scoop up what was sliding down her body so that she might lick her hands and fingers clean. She was frantic to make them both clean again before he could get mad, I'm so sorry! I didn't know climaxing was a bad thing! I'm really sorry! She begged with tears in her eyes before she sucked three fingers sticky with his cum into her mouth. She licked herself clean before leaning forward to eagerly lap at his receding cock until she had swallowed every drop that her quick little tongue could reach.