OK... due to the urgings of a couple of people (maybe just trying to be nice, who knows) I will put this first chapter of my story back in my blog. Please just go on to the next entry...LOL
** I remember well the night I first saw him.
He was taller than any of the other Germans in the room, with a muscular build, and broad shoulders. He carried himself well, and although a slight limp was evident, he was a very formidable man in his SS uniform. I had not seen this one before, thinking he may have come from one of the other islands. I felt weak as he turned his cold blue eyes on me in a gaze that held not a hint of emotion.
He had come in from the cold, obviously having been long on his feet, his uniform dusty, lines carved into his face. He sat down, his back to the long wall, with a full view of the entire room. I knew I must go to him, wait on him, serve him, but my feet felt rooted to the floor.
This weakness was maddening. I was not some weak little female, fluttering, and fainting. I was Katya, I was strong, smarter than most men, able to take care of myself. I never felt need for men, they had been playthings to me, a means of survival. That is why I had no fear staying behind while many others had fled. These men in this uniform made my stomach churn. Their behavior here as they occupied our islands disgusted me. But this man was different. Different, of course, because he was German and not British, but different also in some other way, some ancient way I could not name. I felt something in me connect with something in him, but I did not understand it. I also felt fear, as the walls I had built around myself over the years crumbled as if made of chalk.
Remembering my job, I walked to his table.
He asked for schnapps and hot food, no matter what kind. As I turned to go, I almost missed his most curious words.
"I have found the one," spoken quitely in a low accented growl, almost as if to himself.
I could not tear my gaze from his eyes of smoldering ice. They penetrated through to my soul. Something in my chest exploded, and I knew that tonight this man would be in my bed, and tomorrow, his mark upon me, I would be by his side, going where he told me to go, perhaps leaving the village I had rebuilt my life in.
I went about my duties, seeing to the few other customers, cleaning tables, sweeping. I felt his gaze follow me as I worked, burning into me. After seeing that he had finished his meal, I walked to his table, half afraid of what came next, half afraid that he had not felt it, and would get up to leave. He was one of the few patrons left, the freezing night having swallowed the others on their way out the door.
I picked up his plate and started to pour more schnapps into the glass, my hand shaking. He shook his head, covering the glass with his hand. Slowly, he stood, straightening his uniform tunic, never taking his eyes from mine..
"Where is your room?" He asked. Not asking for his own room, or asking if he could sleep in my bed, just assuming his place.
"Through the back room, top of the stairs, at the end of the hall," I answered, slowly, never taking my eyes from his. The entire top floor was mine, the Hewitts lived in a house down the street.
"Very good. Do not dawdle. We have much to discuss, you have much to learn tonight." He picked up his bag, and strode to the stairs, never looking back as he disappeared at the top.
The closing duties that night were excruciating. I could not concentrate on clearing tables, or sweeping the floor, knowing he was upstairs waiting for me.
Wiping the last of the heavy stoneware plates, I hung the rough towel on it's peg, and took off my apron.
"Good night, Katya. Sleep well." Mr. Hewitt, the owner of the restaurant, a short, round man in his 50's, said as he put on his coat and slightly crumpled hat."I will see you in the morning."
My father had been in the Russian white army during Russia's civil war. When the war was over, late in 1920, he took my mother, then pregnant with me, and fled to Britain. My father died shortly after my birth, from wounds he received in the war, and my mother raised me as best as she could, alone, doing backbreaking work for minimal pay until she, too, died, leaving me alone at 17. I worked hard to stay alive, doing anything and everything I could to earn money. Mr. and Mrs. Hewitt, working through a charitable organization, offered me a job, and a place to live, here with them.
"Good night, Mr. Hewitt," I turned off the lights one by one as I went to the stairs, and paused, looking to the top of the stairs where I had seen him disappear.
I climbed slowly, not knowing what to expect when I reached my room.
I opened the door quietly, the room was lit by a single lamp next to the bed. He was sitting there, on the edge of the bed, his shirt open, his blonde hair laced with silver shining in the light.
"Come in. Shut the door." He slowly stood as I shut the door and walked closer to him.
'What is your name?" Perhaps at one time he had been handsome, before the hard look had settled on his face. His blue eyes were like crazed ice, almost glowing, but I sensed, rather than felt, that there was a warming there as he gazed at me. Somehow I knew I could trust him, with my very life if need be.
"My name is Katya." I answered.
" Katya - 'pure', how appropriate. I am Josef. We have been here before. You know this?" He turned and walked to a comfortable chair that sat just out of the circle of light from the lamp, in the corner of the room.
"Yes, I think I felt that, downstairs," I answered him, turning to look at him. I wasn't sure what was going on, I knew that I had never met this man, but I also knew that we had been together before.
"Remove your clothing." He crossed his legs loosely, one booted ankle resting on the other knee, and with his elbows on the arms of the chair put his fingertips together.
He was used to giving orders, that was obvious, but I was not used to following them. I did not do what men told me to do, I told them. Any other man who tried to speak to me like that would have received an angry verbal lashing. All I felt now, however, was the need to comply. I got undressed, one article of clothing at a time, and although I had been with men before, trying to survive on my own, I had never felt this vulnerable as I stood naked before him.
"Lift your breasts, present them to me." I could see his legs in the light, but his face was shadowed, I could not see his expression, or his eyes.
Putting my hands under my large breasts, I lifted them, pointing the hardened nipples toward him.
"On your knees," he said from the dark. I slowly went to my knees, never moving my hands from my breasts.
"Very good.From now on, you will address me as 'Sir'. I will be demanding. I will test your strength, your endurance. I will stretch your limits, take you to a place where you will not remember your own name. There will be pain. You will beg for mercy and beg for more all in the same breath." He paused, seeming to gauge my reaction. "I will protect you from harm, but I expect you to watch out for me as well. I am your Master, you are my possession. Do not show me your fears, I will use them against you until you conquer them, or they conquer you. Honor, respect, loyalty - these are the pillars of our relationship. Can you take the intensity of this?" A shiver ran down my spine at his words. I felt as if I had waited for this all my life, never knowing what I had needed.
"Why do you tremble? Do you fear me now?" He asked, as he slowly rose from his chair.
"No, Sir." I watched as his dusty, black boots took the few steps until they were right in front of my bare knees on the hardwood floor.
"Look at me, Katya." He reached out and lifted my chin, looking deeply into my wide brown eyes. "Can you take this? Was I wrong in choosing you?"
"No, Sir, you were not wrong. I will do my best to serve you in all ways." My mind reeled at the strange words coming out of my mouth. I did know, however, that I had found what I had been looking for. The internal restlessness that I had lived with for so long was quiet.
"I am currently assigned to the prison on Alderney. I will not be there long. My superiors send me where they wish. You will not always be with me. I will send you to a safe place soon, where I will join you when I am able. You will have a job, and a place to stay. My confidante will protect you, and you will obey him. He and his slave will instruct you in the basics of submission. Think of him as an extension of myself." Disappointment hardened in my stomach.
"But..." I began, without thinking.
"
Stille. You will do as you are told or I will leave you here and now. Do you understand this?" His voice, raised only slightly, took on an ominous tone.
"Yes, Sir," Now that I had found this man, I hated the thought of ever being without him. Who were these other people, and where was he sending me?
Sitting back in the chair, he removed his boots. Taking off his clothes, he revealed his muscular body, and several angry scars stood out in the lamp light. His large cock was fully erect.
Walking slowly toward me, he took it in hand as he pulled the pins from my long blonde hair and dug his fingers through it's thickness at the back of my head.
"Suck me,
Meine Schlampe."
Hesitantly, I reached out and cupped his balls with my left hand, taking his cock in my right. Leaning forward, I took the head of his cock in my mouth, tasting his saltiness. His hand tightened it's grip in my hair, and forced my mouth slowly down on his cock until it was completely in my mouth. Swirling my tongue around the shaft, I slid my mouth up and down on him, sucking, and licking. A low moan escaped his lips, and I eagerly continued, wanting to please him, wanting his cum in my mouth. He forced his erection deep into my throat, over and over and I gagged, slightly, but never stopped sucking . With a growl, he shoved once more, hard, and I felt his cum explode in my mouth and throat. Still pumping into me, some escaped and ran down my chin.
"Ah, you please me well, Katya." sitting on the edge of the bed, he drew me, still on my knees to him, my head resting on his chest. "Come, lay on the bed."
I got up from the floor and stretched out on the bed, his eyes inspecting every inch of my large boned figure and pale skin. Getting up, he walked over to where his bag sat on the floor.
"I do not have much in the way of tools with me, I was not expecting to find you here, but for now this will do." He took out a belt, and my breath caught in my throat. "Roll onto your stomach," he said as he approached the bed.
"You are mine. Body, mind, and soul. Eventually you will wear my mark, a tattoo on your body, as a sign of my ownership. For now, you will take the pain of this belt as a reminder."
My body tensed as I heard him raise the belt. The first slap of the leather against my buttocks sent a hot surge of panic into my throat, and a gush of wetness between my thighs. Again, and again, the belt came down, striking the same reddened flesh on my buttocks and upper thighs over and over. Tears streamed down my face, and I bit my tongue to keep from crying out, the metallic taste of blood in my mouth.
Suddenly I realized it was over, and he was no longer standing over me but squatting down, studying my face.
"You are very strong. Your body takes to the pain well. Up on your knees." Climbing onto the bed behind me, he roughly aligned my stinging, burning, welted ass to his front. He positioned his cock at the opening of my dripping cunt. In one hard thrust he was inside of me, and I gasped at the feeling.
"
Ja, Meine Schlampe, grind that cunt onto my cock. Fuck me, you dirty little girl."
A low moan, louder and louder, filled the room, and through the cloud of pleasure in my head I realized it was my own. Harder and harder he thrust, sending me to the brink of release. Suddenly, he stopped.
"You are close, are you not? You are not allowed to cum without my permission. Severe punishment will follow if you cum without my permission, do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir." I gasped, silently pleading with him not to stop. His movement resumed, and I groaned as he relentlessly fucked me. Pulling his cock out of my pussy, he positioned it at my small tight anus. Fear instantly replaced the pleasure, and I felt a cold wave wash over me.
"All of your body is mine, Katya, even here. You will hold still, and take me in your ass," he instructed as he started pushing the head of his cock into my ass.
The pain was instant and white hot, but he didn't stop, pushing farther and farther into my ass. A cry of pain escaped me, his cock finally fully inside of me, filling me. The pain was sharp, taking my breath away, but as he slid his cock in and out the pain subsided into a dull ache, and was slowly replaced by a pleasure like I had never felt before.
"Yes, you are loving this, are you not,
Schlampe? You hold nothing back from me, nothing. This is all mine." Leaning forward he took my hair in his hands and roughly pulled me up where I was on all fours. Leaning over me, still fucking my ass, he reached for my breasts, and squeezed them hard. His fingertips found my nipples, and pinched them, twisting them, pulling them. I slammed my ass into him, begging for more, and more. Suddenly I knew I could not hold it much longer.
"Master, please, may I cum for you now?" I groaned, not recognizing my own voice.
"Do you think that cumming for me will please me?" He relentlessly held back his permission with conversation.
"Ye-yes, Sir," I gasped, my voice getting higher, almost a whine. I felt my mind was miles away, floating, the pleasure indescribable.
"Cum for me now,
Meine Hure, cum for your Master," He pumped harder now, ruthlessly pounding my ass.
The release was swift, and breathtaking. I screamed in pleasure as the waves rolled over and over me, feeling like they would never stop. My eyes shut tight, I was lost in what felt like a room in my head I had never been to, an open space where I floated slowly back to earth. Josef released me, and I laid, spent, on my side. He lay next to me, for a few moments, the heat of his body seeping into me. He stroked my hair, and kissed my shoulder.
"
Ach, Süß Ein, you have done well for me this night. I am afraid I cannot stay the night, I have business to attend to, but I will be back in the morning. I am going to arrange for your travel in the next few days. Have your affairs in order."
I slowly rolled my aching body over, and looked at him, trying to read his expression. His face was a mask of stone.
"You must rest now. I will be back." Suddenly he was rising from the bed, getting dressed, and getting his bag together.
"Just like that you will leave me? Please, stay with me, I need you!" I couldn't help but beg of him, the feeling of complete dependence that was throbbing in my chest was so new to me.
" Katya, that is enough! My duty to my country comes before anything else. That is why I am here, that is my purpose. You must be stronger than this, or you will not survive in my service." He sat on the bed, the red swastika-emblazoned armband of his uniform staring me in the face. He put his boots on, but continued watching my eyes. "You must be strong."
"Of course, Sir, I know. I am sorry. I will be waiting for you when you return." Looking into his eyes I felt that with him, and for him, I was capable of anything.
He leaned over and gave me a surprisingly gentle kiss on my lips.
"Good night, Katya, I will return tomorrow. My work should be done here soon, and maybe together we will travel to Portugal." He strode to the door, and without another word, was gone. ***
