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

Puppy love was certainly the reactions Ester was having to the Commander's cruelty, but Ester knew no better. Never before had she been kissed even as innocently as a kiss on the cheek. The surprise was hers as the Commander's tongue slipped gingerly into her mouth, allowing her to drink in every moment of his gentle kiss. As the kiss broke Ester found herself panting because of the contradicting feelings of puppy love and fear she felt of him. She was most comparable to a moth dancing around an open flame. If she came to close, her wings would catch fire and she would most certainly die a horrible death. Just as she thought she had gone far enough, the Commander's hands gently lifted her up and turned her to where she was facing him. With his throbbing cock being pressed against her belly, she was unsure what to do. The encouragement given to her by his hands led her to softly rise up and down over and over. As she felt him swell, she increased her speed and the friction by pressing herself against the Commander even more. Her nipples rubbed against his chest quickly as she bobbed up and down. Then, a burst of warmth covered her belly, bringing her to a stop. Looking down she noted the milky color of his cum and the impression it made on her belly. Ester listened to his instructions carefully, replying with an unsure Yes sir. as he pushed her towards the edge of the bath. As Ester pulled herself out of the tub, she found that her legs were wobbly and difficult to control. Unsteadily she walked over to the towels and dried herself off before leaving the bathroom to follow his command. Walking through the house she looked, or rather tried to smell for the kitchen. If she could find the kitchen, she could find the basement without a problem. After entering the damp coldness of her room she quickly ditched her stained panties for a dry pair of new ones. Flopping down on her bed, she lay there for a few moments, stunned. What had she done? Why had she done it? Could she be forgiven? All of these questions frustrated her as she balanced herself on hands and knees with her butt sticking slightly up in the air. A sound made her heart jump. Clicking? She mouthed as she listened more closely to the sound. It didn't sound like the boots of a soldier, but rather the claws of a German Shepard looking to take a piece of her for himself. Flipping onto her back to investigate she was stunned and humiliated to have a camera pointed directly in her face. Her heart was racing with fury as a bright crimson blush and a look of shame crossed her face. She had been manipulated so easily that it was almost pathetic. Still, though she was not chained, she was bound not to react. She couldn't lash out in neither word nor action. Ester simply had to wait shame faced until he finished having his sick sport with her. Soon enough he placed his camera into his pocket, forcing Ester to make a mental note of it's existence as she followed him to the table. The fitting of her collar, cuffs, chains, and mouth piece still felt so strange to her as she tested and pulled at her restraints ever so slightly. Dusting wasn't the worst thing she could be doing, though the task was difficult without her hands, it wasn't impossible. She continued dusting under the overbearing eyes of the Commander until she came across a familiar book. The title was Sterntaler and had been a favorite around her house before the war. Each night, her father would sit by the fire and read another chapter before sending the family to bed. It was almost like a punch in the gut to see a rememberance, however faint it may be, of her former life. A life where she could speak, laugh, eat, sing, argue, even throw a punch if she felt like it. Here, she could say very little, never laugh, barely eat, and never could she raise her hands, even if for her own protection. Tears spilled down her face as she moved to the next books with unfamiliar, foreign titles. Ester was quickly by his side at his command and began readjusting her mouth to the new gag that had been strapped into her mouth. It was awkward, a little more uncomfortable, but left no imagination to its purpose or what she would be doing. Ester began to shake as she remembered her head being held under water with ease. She looked at him with wide eyes he shivered for a different reason, but was relieved to hear, that for now, he was content with just eating. The opportunity to lessen the serverity of her punishment was all the motivation Ester needed to perform her task to the best of her ability. However, So, he likes to tease with his breath? He's not the only one that can do that. She thought bitterly as she was pushed to her knees and chained in place. Resting her head on his knee she waited for him to reveal his cock to her. The delicate sounds of silverware being tapped against plates made her grimace from hunger. It had been a day and a half and all she had eaten was cum and half a sausage link. Returning to the task at hand as he revealed himself to her, she began to ever so gently breathe on him. Nothing more, nothing less. With controlled breaths she sighed and blew her breath against him. Then, she stopped and waited a few moments before repeating the process. This went on for a couple of minutes when suddenly she mimicked a very loud and believable moan. Still she had not touched him, his cock was only enjoying the feel of her sweet breath. Then, finally, she flicked her tongue against the very tip of his head and let out a soft, yet audible, whimper. Taking the tip of his cock into her mouth she gently massaged his cock with her tongue. He was erect, even lightly throbbing, but he did not cum after nearly five strenuous minutes of her mouth working on him as best she knew how. Panting, she sat back on her knees to think about what she would have to do, what she could do, to make him cum, when suddenly the idea hit her. It was going to hurt her arms and her back, but she would have to try. Spreading her legs apart and sitting on her butt, she wrapped her legs around the Commander's left leg, pressing his slightly exposed flesh to her pantie covered, yet warm flesh. She could lay back and make this happen, but the difficult part was going to be bringing her face forward to finish the job. With all of her might she strained against her binds to push his cock as far down her throat as she could manage and allow her rest her head against his knee. From that position, she could see his face and gave him the most innocent look she could muster hoping the feeling of her against him, her vigorous sucking, and the sight of her eyes would be enough to make him cum and save her from as much pain as possible. Paul had been working digging the endless holes that they had been instructed to dig when he felt himself being thrown backwards to the ground by a pair of strong hands. He looked up in shock to see none other than the Luitenant. He had heard his name was Klaus and that he was vicious. Before he knew it, he was staring into the window of the Commander's house as he whispered his sister's sacrifices into his ear and watched her perform at the same time. He saw nothing but red as he was lead down towards the basement and brutally knocked out without so much as a hand raised in his own defense. He wasn't mad at Ester, but if he ever had the chance, he would make these members of the one true race, these pigs, pay for what they were doing to her. As his consciousness faded, Paul came to the same realization Ester had had. He was powerless. Should he fight, she could die.