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

Ester felt herself begin to fidget as a pair of shiny black boots came directly into her line of vision. They were pristine and contrasted the muck so vividly that Ester felt it was as if they were from another world. They did not look at all in place here, but her own shameful two feet did. She wanted to shrink back and tried as his hand came up to capture her trembling chin. Gently, he lifted her face, though her eyes initially fought against meeting his. She looked at his clean shaven chin, then over his right shoulder, and then finally she had nowhere to look but straight into the eyes of death. Death was cold, she found. Icy and crisp. She looked guilty, because that was how she felt. Guilt for her religion, her birth, her family name, this war. All of it came crashing down on her as she stared up into his eyes, her eyes daring only to flicker across his torn cheek. He was a soldier then? No...probably an officer? Maybe a Sturmbannfhrer? Finally, he calmly asked for her name breaking her springing forth a new string of thoughts. This is how I'm going to die...It's a trap. I just can't figure out if there is a way around it, yet. What does he want with me? Why me? She was too busy trying to think ahead of him that she stumbled over her answers until eventually she froze. He wanted to know who her family was? Why? What could he gain from it? Should she lie? Could he tell if she was lying? What would be the consequence if she did? What would be the consequence if she didn't? Was he serious about killing people? Why should he be? He was just trying to scare her, right? Her mind was racing as she tried so desperately to think ahead of him. She could win. She could do this. She just needed to lie. She just needed to convince him she was hard of hearing and that her family actually wasn't among those standing behind her, but before she could open her mouth, he seized her jaw and forced her to watch an execution. Her mind fell silent and her quivering stopped. Her eyes locked onto the fatal wound the poor old woman had endured all because she couldn't tell him the truth. Because she feared for her family's sake if she did. What about now? Would she let another person die while she just stood there with tears rolling down her cheeks? Why couldn't she move? Why couldn't she speak? Her gaze was fixed on the old woman and the growing pool of blood beneath her head. Her eyes looked wide with stunned agony. The next one in line, a younger man aged no more than twenty looked on in silent horror as the soldier aimed his pistol and awaited the Standartenfhrer's command. Come on stupid! Say something! He's going to kill more of them! Don't let him! Just point out mom and dad! There they are! Point!! but she was too scared. She couldn't move even her smallest finger in their direction. Not if he was going to kill them as part of some sick game. She felt her heart thumping in her throat as she stared into oblivion for what felt like an eternity before Peter's voice cut through the miasma that had almost engulfed her. She unleashed a staggered sigh of relief as each of them came forward one after the other and they weren't shot outright. Her heart surged as he abruptly dismissed them back into line and turned away. Before she could even feel an ounce of relief, terror surged through her as a lieutenant roughly grabbed her arm and snatched her forward towards his jeep. What?! M-mother! She called out, straining against the lieutenant who was quick to crack her across the face with the rough backside of his hand. The ring he was wearing nearly made her lip bleed, but did at least send tears streaming down her face as she strained to get back to the crowd who were now being corralled towards the entrance of the camp. Her mother and father were near the back, looking silently on as one would at a beloved family pet who has been run over by a car. There was nothing they could do, though they felt tragically guilty all the same. Quickly, her mother signed the words I love you.. to Ester before she was roughly thrown into the jeep and sped away from the harrowing camp where her family would fight day and night as she would just to stay alive. Along that ride up the steep cliff towards the Standartenfhrer's stunning villa, Ester more than once considered throwing herself out of the back of the jeep. Whatever he had planned for her, she somehow knew death would be less painful, even a terrifying one such as that. No. She had to be strong. For whatever reason he had spared her life up until now and had taken note of her family. If she jumped to her death, she had no doubt that her family would be very quick to follow her into the afterlife. Maybe there was a chance she could help them. Maybe he didn't intend to torture her to death. Her family had been escorted into the camp, after all, they weren't singled out like she was. Simply made note of. He wanted to know if you could cook and clean...he probably needs a servant... She thought of the most reassuring outcome to all of this and clung to it like it were her dying breath. Soon enough, and all too soon for Ester, they arrived at his villa that stood at a proud three stories high. It was a light brick home with deep green wooden shudders, large smoky chimney that reminded her of the one down in the camp, and an enormous front yard with a well tended garden. Emil was quick to enter through the front door, but she lost sight of him as Ester was suddenly pulled out of the jeep by her leg, she landed with a loud thud on the muddy ground. Get up! Snarled the lieutenant an order to which Ester quickly scrambled to her feet. A good thing, because Lieutenant Rolland was not one to wait. He'd sooner drag her by her hair to the basement than watch a slothy rat take his precious time. Follow. He commanded to which she quickly obeyed following on his heel to wherever he may lead her. As they briskly came around to the back of the house, it became clear that Ester was not welcome to use the front door. Instead, she was lead to a servant's passage in the basement. Before they descended down, Ester was able to catch a glimpse of the death camp where her beloved family was. A pang shot through her body as tears welled in her eyes as she thought about their and her own fate. Rolland roughly swung open the basement doors and threw her inside making her stumble and fall. This time, he grinned, Awww...did the helpless little bitch fall down? Why doesn't she get her lazy ass up and get over to the bath? NOW!!! He commanded rearing back his boot to deliver a punishing blow before Ester scrambled out of the way of it much to his disappointment. Still, there'd be no need to rough her up more than was necessary, for now. Not at least until Emil got his chance with her. Taking out his frustrations that he felt whenever around the vermon Jew, he slammed the basement doors roughly and bolted them shut. Ester jumped, but nothing else. No scream, no tears, nothing. She had to be brave. She was determined to not be scared, for her parents. This basement allowed no sunlight, was cold, damp, and undoubtedly would be her living quarters during her stay here, however short that stay may be. Still, she took note of the fact that he'd stopped himself from harming her. Why? Clearly not out of care for her well being? So who did he care about? Get into that tiled room over there! Now! Rolland commanded with a gesture. Ester scooted over there, but hesitated at the door. This looked like as good a spot as any to die. If they shot her, they wouldn't make a mess. But that'd be too easy... Remove every piece of filth and stand facing the wall! He commanded as he turned on the shower that mercifully rained down luke warm water onto her nearly frozen form. Without thinking, Ester stripped herself bare quicker than she had ever done before in her entire life. This made Rolland chuckle You really are an eager little slut Jew, aren't you? He commented as he brought a hard brush across her small ass to listen to the wonderful crack he knew it would make. Without wasting any more time, he quickly turned off the water and fetched a premade soap bucket. She was attractive for her age. A perky pair of small breasts with pink little nipples that were erect from the sudden temperature change, a small ass that looked about right to fit a cheek in each burly hand, a tight, albeit, quivering stomach, and creamy white flesh everywhere with exception of her flushed face. She was an ashamed, beautiful little doll, though Rolland did not treat her as such. He carelessly scrubbed her ass raw despite her gasped protests and pleads that she might do it herself. One stern look from him however and her silent Hell resumed without further disturbance. She felt her internal promise not to cry again begin to crumble all around her as he forced her to spread her legs wide so that he might scrub her inner thighs, Please...I can...I can do it...please.. She whimpered softly to the deaf ears of the lieutenant. This was all too much for her young, innocent mind to absorb. Death, sin, and debauchery were abound in this Hell, so much so she wondered if maybe she had died in that school. Maybe that's really where she was. Hell. Don't you worry, pet. Our time will come. Not now, though. We wouldn't want to break rank... Rolland hissed softly as he gently ran the brush over her petals before slipping a finger along her slit. She was tight. Extremely tight. Untouched before, he couldn't hold back a chuckle as he withdrew his hand and resumed making her impeccably clean for her meeting with Emil. Next, he attacked her breasts with the soapy scrub brush until she was gasping and couldn't stop herself from pulling back. The bristles were too rough for such tender pink buds, so he relented and moved on to the less entertaining, yet no less vital, parts of her body. Eventually, the meticulous scrubbing ended once she was pink all over with perhaps just one good layer of skin left. Then, she was dressed in a simple pair of white satin panties that held her plump cheeks just right followed by a thin white slip that did little to conceal this fact. The white ankle socks were perhaps the most adorable feature of her outfit. Like her panties that had a tiny white bow on the front of them at the waist band, these socks had their own little bows on the backs of her ankles as well. With her hair roughly towel dried and brushed, she looked every bit of a doll as she was treated. Finally, she was clean enough to be allowed upstairs. Following the lieutenant's lead, she passed through a maze of halls until she found herself planted in front of the Standartenfhrer in an impressive office filled with books, documents, letters, and maps. She vaguely wondered where they were on one of these maps...and what time of day it was. She still didn't dare look him in the eye as he laid out the choices before her. So, she could either serve him and strive to exceed his expectations to perhaps save her family or rebel against him for a quick death? There wasn't really a choice to be made. When he asked her if she understood, she did not hesitate to ask to bob her head and then sweetly ask, What meal would you like first, sir? It was her clever way of asking what time it was and of trying to orient herself with her new surroundings. She looked like a bomb had been dropped on her entire world and like she was in a daze, but she wouldn't stay that way for long. She'd learn to adapt to her master's orders and survive if only so that her family might live in her place.