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Post by Luther Von Ritterschwarz on Jun 29, 2007 20:04:56 GMT -5
The Old
Luther was sitting in a meeting discussing the future or Germany and its Nazi party. So far most politicians were still arguing on what to do. it made meetings boring and useless. Some who had military background and had actually seen the war, were trying to explain where to hit next. Others were deciding of what to do with the Jews and how to use them with slave like labour. Some, like Luther, merely sat, bored, waiting for it to end to that they could actually do something helping their effort... kill some Jews and allies, all in all, make a nuisance of them self.
The Now
Luther was home again, his attire was still military but it was obviously a parade uniform, as it carried the swastika on his left arm. His hair was sleeked and he had obviously gotten a professional clean shave. All this to impress. A car was waiting for him just down the stairs, his pace quickened. Anything to get back to his daily routine. There was something he was missing, good company. For a moment he just watched as people went about their everyday life, but instead of taking the car he decided to view some of the local shops. Luther managed to find himself locked into looking at a jewellers. he was eying a nice necklace. obviously for a lady but he had no-one in his life.
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Post by London Pryderi on Jun 29, 2007 22:35:18 GMT -5
London was strolling down the street. She was in Germany for a spell, partly because work was really good here and partly because she wanted to see both sides of the war. She wasn't working tonight, but she still managed to look nice. She wore a white fuzzy dress that came to her knees, with sleeves that rested on her upper arm and straps that held it to her shoulders.
It was a long way from Scotland to Germany, but London didn't mind. She loved travelling and going places she'd never been before. The thing she liked least about Germany, was that the air was so dirty, she found it hard to breathe occasionally. Also, cobblestones weren't really her thing. She was used to old dirt roads and gravel. She had had to get herself a new pair of heels just to walk on the streets.
She stopped next to a jewelry store and turned, knowing she couldn't afford any of the items in there. She made a decent living, she had even risen from lower class to middle class, but she was by no means rich. Not that any class really accepted her. There was a man standing in front of the window examining a breathtaking necklace. Walking up behind him, she said, "Tha's a lucky lass who'll be receivin' tha' there necklace."
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Post by Luther Von Ritterschwarz on Jun 29, 2007 23:44:01 GMT -5
His eyes only briefly left the necklace, to look at her, from looks alone she could have been German until she opened her mouth. Instantly Luther stiffened as the language, he knew fluently, met his ears. She was british and willingly strolled Germany. He wondered if she could understand german too. Without taking his eyes from the window, he spoke, mildly unimpressed "Englische hure. Deutschland?" When he finished he looked at her, sternly as if she was a soldier in his company. Before she answered though he added "Why does an english whore come to Germany, Englands enemy, unless for a purpose of sabotage? The Nazi had no idea what she was, the term whore was an insult as many woman shrieked at the word.
Luther faced his whole body to her, arms rested behind him, a motion of power, revealing the vulnerable chest willingly. Some badges and sashes marked his uniform, one medal indicated rank in the Nazi party, one he often showed proudly. If Germany was to lose, the chances of Luther not being executed was slim. Now an allied woman stood before him, obviously she saw his unform and would know he was loyal, she spoke as if she belonged in Germany. "Am I do believe you have another purpose here?" Luther tried hard to hide his curiosity, but he was more interested in whether she was friend or foe.
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Post by London Pryderi on Jun 29, 2007 23:57:18 GMT -5
She didn't flinch or shriek when he called her a whore. After all, it's what she was. When he turned to her, she saw that he was a decorated German officer. "I'm sorry, I don' speak tha' much German." she said, "And I'm no' English. I'm a Scotty lass and prob'ly have jus' as much reason to hate 'em as you."
She ignored his abrasiveness, she was rarely greeted with anything else. "An' as fer me purpose here in Germany, wha' can I say. Work's better here. Germans take much more stock in whores than Brits do." she turned to go, obviously he had disdain for her and she hadn't planned on working tonight.
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Post by Luther Von Ritterschwarz on Jun 30, 2007 1:12:00 GMT -5
It was only when she spoke did he actually hear a difference in her accent. Sure the language was english but she didn't sound like a snob British woman. Luther didn't plan on wasting time with her until she mentioned a word that he could never resist; whore. Maybe she was right, Germans loved sex more, because that word lit up a whole door of opportunity.Luther quickly lunged, grabbing her arm with unnessesary force, pulling her back to him "A whore?" He said this with a sudden change of heart "What do you charge?" It wasn't that he was desperate, more he never let the chance of sex go by. She also had the know hoe to please which was always a bonus. Luther only ever took experienced whores (or sluty woman which were usually married) or virgin girls, whom he could mold and torment into thinking only his passion was worthy of them.
He released her arm and resumed 'at ease' stance, eyes slowly taking her body in. He was careful not to fall to quickly for looks, he still didn't trust her. He smiled smugly, his thick accented english filling the air "Germans know a good time better than those british, would you agree?"
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Post by London Pryderi on Jun 30, 2007 1:24:28 GMT -5
He startled her when he lunged, but she quickly recovered. She smiled her sultry, seductive smile at him. "Aye, I agree wit' ya." she replied to the second question first. Then her mind addressed the first question. She had told herself to take a night off, but honestly, who turned down money that was so eager to come to them.
"Tha' depends." she said, "On wha' yer payin' me fer." she went on, "An' how long yer payin' me to stay." Folding her arms across her chest, she tried to size him up. See what kind of sex he would go for, if he would want foreplay or straight sex, or if he would want her to massage him first.
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Post by Luther Von Ritterschwarz on Jun 30, 2007 7:55:05 GMT -5
A faint smile broke the stern look on his face, when she agreed but was quickly washed away. Luther pondered what he wanted to do, it was alot of things but many a man in this day and age would not think nor ask about. "A more covert place to discuss this matter would be in my vehicle."
Luther noticed that her clothes were nice, not like the woman he see at dinner parties but also not the ones he sees in the street. She must earn a good living for a lovely whore, or was she a more high class courtesan? Can you draw blood during your sessions? The words were without tone, hiding any true meaning, as if it was light question that meant nothing.
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Post by London Pryderi on Jun 30, 2007 9:13:47 GMT -5
She smiled to herself. So, he was one of those types. She followed him to his vehicle. "Where would ya like the blood drawn an' how?" she asked. She'd serviced a lot of different people in a lot of different ways. One man had given her a knife and told her to stab him. That was the only one she'd ever remembered turning down.
"An'," she said adding, "Do ya wan' to feel it or jus' see it?" she asked, some guys were just turned on by the sight of blood, some by the pain. She knew how to do both. When you sell your sexual talents, you need to have a wide variety of them. Her mother would become ill if she saw some of the things London did. That's why her job was never spoken of in her mother's house, and her mother knew when not to come over.
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Post by Luther Von Ritterschwarz on Jun 30, 2007 9:58:52 GMT -5
A man opened the door uttering 'herr hauptmann' and Luther let her slide in first, answering her question only once secured in the automotive. "You misunderstand me, when I mean blood, I meant your blood dame" The nazi leant back in the seat, ordering the driver to his suite. "I do hope thats alright" He was a liar for sure, right now he didn't matter if she liked the idea or not. It was his money and who was she to complain?
Slowly Luther leant in, keeping himself a foot or two from her face "I would love to see and taste and feel... your blood." Fingers slowly began to trace her arm with his fingertips, but he could wait. Luther pulled his hand away, taking a breath, he focused on the outside. Germany, how he loved it. From every building, to the masterful statues and colour historic features. It was a home he was willing to liberate from ethnics and false religions.
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Post by London Pryderi on Jun 30, 2007 10:06:05 GMT -5
A shiver went up her spine as he spoke and traced her arm. It wasn't the shiver any normal people would have given had someone just asked them to bleed so they could see and taste it. No, this was a shiver of excitement and forgotten pleasure. Her hand absently drifted up to finger a small thin scar on her collarbone.
She smiled, "Well, now isn' tha' unusual." she said. The one time she had actually made love for herself and not because someone was paying her, she had done this. That's why she had that scar there. "Tha's the firs' time a client has ever made me wan' ta get inta bed wit' them." she said.
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Post by Luther Von Ritterschwarz on Jun 30, 2007 18:22:26 GMT -5
Luther remained gazing outside at her words, as if ingoring them. He had actually lifted his head when she mentioned the fact she enjoys pain. He smiled, the reflection showing in the window, finally a woman who didn't cringe at his secret desires. Subconciously his licked the tips of his teeth before he turned to face her "Want? Am I to believe you enjoy your own torment?" He half hertedly laughed "Im impressed and even just that little bit curious. Why do you enjoy it?" Luther loved to hear about tales of bloodshed especially in the subject of sex.
The captain closed the gap between them, his hand again playing with her arm only this time with more confidence. I expect to enjoy this then. I want whatever you offer, I have a thirst for expiermentation and... new ways. He was saying this to try and work out a price, he was willing to pay what she wanted because it was hard to come across a whore that accepted the blood offering. He had a hard time trying to keep hem quiet about it too.
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Post by London Pryderi on Jun 30, 2007 18:44:10 GMT -5
London didn't blush or turn away when he confronted her about her massochism. "One pain lessens anothe' maybe." Then she smiled, hiding the shock of what she had just revealed to a perfect stranger. "I don' really know why." she lied, "I jus' know that when I have it me own way, tha's how I have it."
She couldn't believe she was about to say this, but she did anyway, "You know, tonigh' was s'posed ta be me night off. It still can be." she didn't mean she was retracting her offer, just that she was retracting the price. "An' as much as I enjoy pain, I also enjoy givin' it. But tha's totally up to you." She no longer had her whore's seduction face on. She had a genuine look of excitement.
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Post by Luther Von Ritterschwarz on Jun 30, 2007 21:02:35 GMT -5
Luther could see hint of a lie, he was very good at judging people and even batter at interogation. Normally he would have pressed further but he knew himself, sadism especially in sex was a taboo. Luther too had his own mysterious reason and that was how it would stay. Night off? When does your kind have that? Especially when money... Luther cut himself off, finally understanding what she meant. He didn't have to warn her about turning him down after all.
When she mentioned that she also enjoyed inflicting pain, Luther winced slightly, blindly his hand came forward as if protecting his stomach. "Let us keep it to you here" His answer was blunt but to the point. The only time Luther wanted to be in pain was during torture or combat but during intercourse, he was the dominant one.
"Where shall we begin?" He was still keeping his arm over his stomach, the car pulled up outside a tall building that read a hotel. "I don't live here, I live at a Prisoner of War camp, or at least where Im stationed." he wondered if she would actually care that he held ally prisoners.
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Post by London Pryderi on Jun 30, 2007 21:31:01 GMT -5
So, she was with a dominant one. This should prove interesting. If he wasn't paying her, she wouldn't hold back, but she wouldn't hurt him either. She smiled, "Well, firs' we should go upstairs." she said as she got out of the car. Walking to him, she said, "Unless you had somewhere else in mind."
Her hands skimmed up and across his chest very lightly, at least that's how it would feel through his uniform if she had judged the thickness right. She had learned that the lightest touches could create the biggest sensations. The hands stopped on the collar, where they wrapped themselves into a firm hold on it. "Shall we?" she asked, this man really intrigued her. It was the first time in a very long time she had felt excited towards another human being.
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Post by Luther Von Ritterschwarz on Jul 1, 2007 20:36:38 GMT -5
Luther wouldn't think of anywhere else that was good enough, so proceeded to the desk in the hotel. The Manager bowed his head to Luther, in return Luther only raised his head higher, accepting the submission. Luther felt her hands run across his chest. So she was telling the truth, she really did like pain. He allowed her to play while they waited for his keys, himself stealing a nose touch and cheek graze. He took the keys from the manager and then grabbed her hands, unusually forceful. He was never a gentle person. Luther pushed her hands away, in no means to say he didn't enjoy it, more to show he was not desperate and only took her company because she couldn't cry to anyone of high rank. He would never admit that fact that she was very attractive with a passion that could match him. "Ja, we shall".
He lead the way up the stairs, he of course knowing where the room was. It wasn't long before he found it. Luther always made sure his room was the first and closest room in the hotel. He never did like journeys. Outside the door, Luther unlocked it but hesitated to open. His hand rest up about the push but there was something that he couldn't shake. Luther turned his head to her, gazing over his arm in a very suspicious manner. "British or not, why should I trust you? You offer it free to me for what reason?" This was just typical of him, never truly trusting anyone, doubting even his own parents.
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