der schwarze sturm...

[Luther Von Ritterschwarz]

... The Old ...
On arriving in the German Prisoner of War camp, the captain could already feel the drained atmosphere and the mindless zombies that walked it. There were a fresh group in this week, ones recently caught. He knew among them were the usual conscripted but also some doctors and lovely nurses, which were favoured by the soldiers. The new men we lined, the woman were kept in holding facilities before they were inspected. Luther walked through the ranks, many were young but there were some veterans who could have been from the first world war and understand the hatred one shared with his enemy. Luther made a point of singling out one of the highest raking officer that was captured.

With broken English, his voice dripped was malicious humour "Overwight.. I see why you lose. Give you two week here for that problem" a small smirk marked his features. The British man could do nothing, for risk of costing his life. Though the Geneva Convention was in tack, the Axis didn't really stick to it in some cases. Luther faced another soldier, this one could almost have the same rage Luther has. Just as the captain was about to insult him, the man had lunged, fist first into Luther. Two German guards raised their rifled but dared not shoot in case of injuring or killing their fellow axis. Some yelling occurred as a few more guards raced onto the scene, ready to break any fight that brewed.

Suddenly a gunshot was fired from the brawling men, unclear at first who was shot because none had reacted. In a fusion of grunts, pushes and punches, the British man was knocked down. Luther was getting up muttering something along the lines of 'rage is good' but it wasn't clear. Luther held his side arm, checked it was loaded and aimed it at the British man. Without a second though, shot him. Cold blue eyes slowly lifted from the body to the other who were standing, clearly agitated by what they had just saw. "Stupidity will not be tolerated. This is war." A Final glare at each man and Luther made his way toward where the women were being detained.


... The Now ...
The door to the barrack-like building flung open, although the commotion was heard, no-on in here (not even the guards) knew what happened. Luther spoke to the guards, words unknown unless you spoke fluent German. Single slow footsteps echoed in the eerily silent building. There were only 6 woman but enough to satisfy his 100 men. He approached the first young girl, who looked barely 18, fist thing he checked was her eyes, not for colour but for health. He then asked each their age and occupation, when he made an awkward turn, he cringed and grasped his hip, holding there for a moment before continuing onward. 18, Cook. 22, Nurse. 34, Cook. 34, Nurse. 39, Nurse. .. Finally his eyes fell on the last girl, hand still grasping, only now blood dripped freely over his fingers, Luther chose to ignore it. It was a flesh wound that any nurse could dress and at anytime. His voice was just as untoned and heavy accented as it was with the rest of the girls "Name und Occupition" eyebrows raised at this question.

[Dr. Joan L. Wellington]

How in god’s name did she end up in here, the day before she was speaking with Jenna who locked up the hospital and the next thing was she was walking down a dimly lit street and heard screeching tires and then she was taken, she then remember being shoved and hurt as her and five other girls were pushed into a dark and grimy room. Their clothes were taken and they were stripped and forced to put on ugly damp pants and sleeveless shirts, a gray color. Her red hair was pulled back into a ponytail, she hoped they didn’t cut it, Joan had got her wish.

Now she was in a line close to the men they had captured, she wondered how Britan was doing, Jenna her good friend. Joan’s eyes stung she wanted to cry let all the pain leak out, but no she couldn’t cry in front of ‘them’, filthy Germans, none of them were good, none. Watching as a tall nazi started to ask the girl’s ages and their jobs where they used to live, her forest green eyes landed on the nazi, as he now stood in front of her. He had an odd look about him, not the usual tall dark and handsome, he was far from it. Well he was alright but he was an enemy and for the next few weeks, months…years Joan had a feeling she’d be seeing him a lot.

When he asked her how old she was and her job Joan straightened herself up as a dim light hung over them, her pale skin caked in some dirt, she felt so filthy. Her eyes glanced to the other girls and older woman that had already started crying, her eyes then snapped back to the nazi “25, doctor” her English accent clear and crisp.

[Luther Von Ritterschwarz]

Luther could sense something different about her, perhaps maybe her arrogance and her ability to not crumble into a heap of sorrowful tears and pleas. That was entertaining and he often saw it but it was still an exciting time when one didn't do it. it gives him something to do during his time here; find out her mystery. He held her gaze before speaking, words chosen wisely to perhaps trip her up. He had heard of women spies and wasn't going to risk anything for this game of hide and seek. You doctor? a girwl doctor? Luther let out a snort of laughter, calling to the guards, his words again german but clearly he was insulting her.

Luther raised his bloody hand and wiped it on his clothes, they will get cleaned later, which was more than he could say for her. Suddenly his face went serious, or at least looked it for his words were just more torment, he slightly leant in so his words carried the air of dramatic importance How much you know of the male body Luther repeated this question in german for the guards own pleasure. Although they were all harshly trained, they still knew when they could relax and have a good laugh. Germans were good for that anyway. Luther pondered the thought that he actually might have to interrogate this woman. The thought actually sounded fun, how much more could he do to get her to break down like the other girls did?

[Dr. Joan L. Wellington]

Joan’s green eyes looked downwards then up to his cold blue ones, he was frightening. Joan jerked slightly when he laughed, not expecting it. She gave a nod when he and the guards laughed “yes, and a good doctor at that sir” she said still holding her body straight. Joan stepped back slightly when he stepped forward, him close to her was unnerving. Her eyes narrowed slightly when he asked the question. She wasn’t going to let herself be forced into anything she didn’t want to, and by a filthy Nazi no doubt.

Joan pursed her full lips and held her wrist with her other hand in front of her “enough…being a doctor it is my profession to know how the female and male body works inside and out” she said her voice quiet but not a whisper. Yes she was scared, and it took all of her strength not to break down and cry, scream, or possibly soil herself.

After explaining it in vague detail to him her eyes flickered once more to the line of girls, she felt sorry for them and herself as well, then over the guards, so fierce looking. They all seemed the type to place a bullet in ones head for looking at them wrong, and so did this man in front of her.

[Luther Von Ritterschwarz]

The answers were met by Luthers ignorance, or at least he showed very little aknowledgement of it. Instead he was looking to the other girls, wondering where he should put them. He began sucking on his teeth, a habit he does when in deep thought. Männer! Nehmen Sie diese Frauen. His orders were clear and his men wasted no time in obeying. The began calling the other women to come to them, in german so it was confusing for them even more. The two young one couldn't understand and obviously began to panic, refusing to follow. When they didn't move neither did the older ones, natural instinct was to stay together. the guards toned turned from casual to aggressive. One soldier gave his rifle to the other and approached the woman. Both young ones were singled out for abuse.

Through this abuse (hits, pushes and knee nudges) Luther watched, the girls were not hurt badly just enough to cause a few light bruises and to get them finally understand the command. The womens cries echoed as they departed but finally they were left alone. Although Luther was good at judging people, he could sense some fear, it would be stupid not to be scared. "Now, you seem to be a woman of her own order. We have a simple rule here ... do as we say and you live." Luther began to circle continuing his speech "Moments before I enter here, a fellow britain man got himself killed, those that follow his action shall join him. Clear?" The captain didn't wait for her answer, instead he came up behind her and sharply grasped her hair, tilting her head back.

Through gritted teeth, he hissed into her ear "while you remain here, you and every other enemy of the mother Germany shall reap what you sow, until you are bargained for." releasing her hair, he began his circling again, his heavy breathing periced the cold silence, each step moved hesitantly. Luther paused infront then faced her "Questions? Complaints? Demands? Of course Luther knew she would have complaints and demands but it was funny to ask and hear what they had to say.

[Dr. Joan L. Wellington]

Joan’s head turned to look at the other woman who started to get beat, her body tensed and her hands clenched around each other. Hearing their screams pierced her ears. Then it stopped they were all taken by the guards out of the dim cold room, now Joan was fearful for her safety. She swallowed her saliva as the man circled around her, Joan cringed as she heard of a English man dying earlier, what sort of evil place was this. Joan let out a yelp as he grabbed her hair; sharp pains ran down her entire body, her eyes looking to him as her body leaned backwards.

She felt his fingers dig into her, her arms didn’t move to pry his hands away or she probably would have a broken arm or hand. Instead she grinded her teeth and waited till he released her. Joan wanted to raise her hand and hold her head, but she decided it wouldn’t be a great move. Her green eyes remained looking down at her hands as he spoke. Green orbs flickering up to him as he said the last words “no” was all she said, her tone cold and angry sounded. Well she had a good reason to be.

[Luther Von Ritterschwarz]

Grr. This woman was beginning to annoy him. She gave blunt replies, giving him no room to prod for information. Perhaps she was a spy, knowing exactly how to react when questioned. Nevermind. Luther wasn't going to give her the victory, he knew there were more ways to get information, ways even he can call cruel, but those were rarely, if ever used. One thing that did give her away as an innocent was that she yelped when he pulled her back, of course this could be to trick him too. For a long moment they were silent, and he merely looked at her, picking what weakness could be seen on the outside. maybe he could use her inner strength against her... just maybe.

Luther's voice toned down from the war harden captain he was, to a smooth and casual drawl "I see nothing really upsets you here, perhaps a night with few of my men will show you for who you are." The axis man knew the best way to find the truth of anyone was to push them to their limits, or to the edge of their comfort zones. Both of which he was eager to test. When Luther began circling again, he noticed his vision got a bit dizzy and he checked his wound again. Still a flesh wound, not serious but he was losing alot of blood. He knew he couldn't keep this up for much longer before he would pass out. Because their uniforms were dark it was hard to pick up the blood on it, but now Luther glanced at the floor and in the dim light he could see tiny spots of blood, everywhere he has walked.

Bringing his focus back to the doctor he inquired further, just a little bit more information and he will be on his way. He needed at least something to quench his thirst for the knowledge she could be hiding. "Would you like a bath?" Although it sounded nice, if you knew him you would know there was no niceness in it.

[Dr. Joan L. Wellington]

Joan felt a cold shiver run up her as he continued to talk, then her eyes stung and she bit her bottom lip when he mentioned staying with one of the Nazi soldiers. She fought back the tears, but they stayed even he started to circle her again. Goosebumps rose on her skin the room was so cold. She heard him wince and noticed his wound. What a fool walking around with that in his side. But what else could she expect form a nazi never resting for anything.

Her eyes looked to it quickly, there was a lot of blood but it was dark to see because of his uniform. Joan gave a confused look not to him but to nothing when he asked her if she’d like a bath. Yes she would get all this filth off of her and into clean warm clothes, but was that what he meant an actual bath. And was he going to stand there, even so Joan did want to feel clean again. Hesitating at first she quickly answered “yes” her eyes falling to her pale shaking hands, shaking because she was cold, and also because she was frightened. But she wouldn’t let him know that.

[Luther Von Ritterschwarz]

Bait taken.
Luther stepped aside, holding his arm out to guide her toward the door. When she finally took the steps, he suggestively placed a firm hand on the curve of her back, tracing fingers ever so lightly and then removing them as if it was just her imagination. Once outside the air didn't change much, but the light was brighter and the body of the British man still lay sprawled on the dirt, to glorify his defeat. Luther lead the way, passing several guards, each nodded to their commanding officer, the captain had ignored them, knowing full, his rights. The men were huddled in areas, discussing their future and possible return to home. Luther doubted it and often enjoyed proving that point.

Finally they reached a barrack building, unguarded and surprisingly free of blood. When he entered, he held the door for her. Luther had been silent the entire trip, feeling no need to talk. Until she entered that is. The harsh German accent broke the darkness of the barracks, with its few windows. "You need not fear to answer my questions in detail unless of course you are a spy" When all else failed coming out point blank was the easiest way. For a moment his hard eyes bore through her. She wasn't much to behold, dirty, scrappy, pfft. Typical British woman.

They room they stood in now was different from the other buildings, it was not one open area, it had barriers up for privacy, almost like a home. "The bathroom down there" Luther showed her its direction but insisted on taking her to it. In a smaller room, a large bath sat, full of water. It was luke warm, clearly it had sat hot for a while. Luther arrogantly strode to the basin and stool, placing himself onto it while inspecting his razors. Giving her the head incline to 'jump in'. In the meantime he decided to push some more questions. "I may be a soldier but I am first a gentleman..." Lie "I am not always cruel" Lie "and most of all, I have no intention of hurting or touching you" More lies.

"Tell me, what do they speak of about us Germans?" Luther was quite curious, even though he knew it would be bad. It was fun listening to many insults the allies gave the axis, almost childish. A sign that they fear they will lose and all they can do is insult, tease and make fun of. No guts... No glory.

[Dr. Joan L. Wellington]

When the nazi held his arm out for her to take it Joan simply started walking without even touching him, but as she took a few steps she felt his hand go to the curve of her back, it made her cringe as she felt it there then his fingers.. As they walked outside of the barracks Joan’s green eyes caught the dead British man, a pool of blood under his head. Joan averted her eyes, obviously disturbed but wouldn’t let that show. She knew he was trying to get on her good side, it wasn’t working and never would Joan just remained silent the entire walk, he even held the door for her, please how more obvious could he be!. When inside the new building there was little light, the only light was from three high windows on either side of the walls, which let in the dim sky for it was a cloud and muggy afternoon.

Joan let him led her to the bathroom, but she didn’t let him touch her. She watched as he walked to the basin and a stool sitting himself down at it, he was looking at razors. Joan saw him nod for her to start washing up, ya sure with him there no way. But she saw steam rising from the water, she wasn’t stupid and the next words coming out of his mouths were all lies, not hurt or touch her. Joan had a hard time believing that. She undid her red hair letting it fall in waves and curls down her back “I will only bathe if you agree to turn around and don’t you dare come anywhere near me!” she threatened her English tone cold and serious.

Joan hesitated before walking around the dividingboard that had been put up around the bath, it was pretty small enough room for only one person, and she turned looking over her shoulder. Slowly she pulled her gray damp tank top over her head, her pale flawless skin glowing from the afternoon light. She held the top in front of her chest as she rolled her pants down, and stepped quickly into the bath. Swiftly she washed her face removing the dirt, her arms, legs, feet, and the rest of her body then practically jumped out throwing her damp clothes back on. She wouldn’t take any chances; she didn’t even wash her hair.

Clean she turned to face the nazi “Done now what are your questions” she said folding her arms across her chest. She knew he could hurt her but he was only one man, and there were no guards in this entire building. Joan stood there her green eyes resting on him, he looked so out of place and just odd.

[Luther Von Ritterschwarz]

Luther almost had tolaugh when she demanded for him to turn, of course he wasn't going to but in order to get onto her good side, bluffing was good. He turned around to the cabinet, searching for first aid things, it seemed his wound was finally beginning to clot. He found some bandages and drenched them in alcohol, opening up the coat he wore he held the folded merial against the wound. It stung like crazy all Luther seemed to do was cringe and his breathing became more servere. As much as Luther would hate to admit it, the british man was good and caught himself off guard and look what happens, he gets shot. It was pure spite that made him kill the man, after all, he did like it when they tried to rebel and Luther would have normally let him live with his defeat. But that ally robbed Luther of one thing, his pride.

Luther heard her get out again. He was impressed. No woman he knew could wash that quickly. Then again all woman he knew were willingly in his presence while they bathed. When he believed she was dressed again he turned around to face her, his hand still tucked away in his coat. "Feel better?" His voice carried the fake concern, and although he tried it hide it. It was obvious. He was never a good charming person, woman usually fell to his dangerous side. Luther took a few careful steps toward her, taking her features in again, this time he could see she was quite attractive.. Just not in what she was wearing. Nevermind, that wont be for long.

Her hasty nature to get their conversation over a a godsend for Luther, gay banter was not his style. You must not understand me right. You wont be leaving here and by here I mean, my quarters. At least not until I have got what i wanted, which might be by tomorrow, or the next. with this, his lips bore a smirk, as each word dripped with satisfaction. Being a man of the prize and not the chase, he craved the blood of his kill. "Excuse my being blunt but those clothes wont be needed" Luther now stood directly infront of her, smiling, he couldn't seem to wipe the devious grin off.

Luthers hands grabbed her arms gently, well he thought so but he was much acustomed to rough treatment.His long fingures no long carried blood, for he had washed them. His graps tightened on her arms, commanding it would not be easy to try and escape. He leant in to her, lips forcing themself onto hers. His tongue demanded entrance. Luther took things slowly, so he could indulge in its finery, after all it had been over a year since he had this kind of company. Slowly Luther walked forward, pushing her against the bathroom wall, hands still with a steady grip and now trying to pin her.

[Dr. Joan L. Wellington]

As soon as he turned Joan knew there was something wrong, but she knew there was something wrong form the beginning. She didn’t move as he spoke and walked slowly towards her. Joan’s green eyes remained on him her eyes narrowed. She licked her dry lips as her eyes flickered around trying to look a way out. There was none, and she was sure if she tried to run he’d catch her and beat her, she didn’t want that kind of pain. But the pain she knew he was going to give her, well she didn’t want that either.

Joan’s body tense when she felt his hands upon her bare arms, her eyes cold now as she felt his lips upon hers, it made her sick to her stomach, she felt his tongue forcing itself into her mouth Joan squirmed as she found herself being pinned to the wall. And his hands tightening their grasp, this wasn’t good at all, Joan brought up her leg and kneed the nazi where it would hurt the most between his legs. She attempted to pull away and run to the stairs leading up to the entrance door, her heart was pounding as she hurried.

[Luther Von Ritterschwarz]

"HURE! Drecksau verdammt! ZIEGE! Ich werde Sie verdammen, hat Hölle Weibchen gebunden ziege!" His many words of obvious insults and curses erupted almost instantly when she connected with him. That was teice in one day when he was caught off guard. Was he losing his touch? Certainly not, perhaps a request to station near the battle front for a few months would bring his wits back. It took only a few quick short breaths to regain composure and be in hot persuit of her. She didn't quite make it all the way up the stairs, where he took five each she may have only taken two at a time. In desperation, he had latched onto her leg and tripped her. Luther had to jump over her to avoid falling too because he was going too fast to stop instantly.

He gave her time to catch her breath and merely stood over her, looking for something he may be able to hurt her with. Hanging on the way was a solid wood riding whip. He removed it but did nothing, only ran his hand along it to get a grasp of its shape and the amount of damage it can cause. "Pathetic. A leap of faith, a chance with death... and look where it got you. At my mercy once more." Luther allowed time for the words to sink in, at his mercy. His face no longer trying to charm but again to intimdate, after all it was easier to do that. He lent down and grabbed her arm, lifting the doctor to her feet, his grasp much more harsher than before, leaving red marks on her soft white flesh.

"If you value your sanity..." Luther now brandished the whip infront of her so she could see what he meant "... you will not try that again" the Nazi dragged her down the stairs (I have no idea how big these stairs are lol) and once one level ground, through her onto the floor, thankfully this released his grip. How she fell Luther didn't know and didn't really care. The whip he held, finally fell hard angled onto her back. One beating was enough to hopefully hold her inline. Again he dragged her up, his words hissed "Now you will be a good bitch, and shut the fuck up" Luther pushed her again into a wall, only now he stood behind her, one hand holding her arm up against the wall and the other both holding the whip, his hip (where he struck) and pushing her body into the wall.

The nazi granted himself permission to continue and nuzzled his head into her neck, teeth raking gently but warningly along the delicate flesh. Lips sometimes closing over and tounge lining the skin.

[Dr. Joan L. Wellington]

Joan thought she would make it but sadly she didn’t instead she felt his hand grab her foot, she tried to kick but it didn’t work. Her eyes widened as she saw he held a riding whip, she winched as he grabbed her arm and dragged her down the stairs. Her face and hands met cold stone floor, and she didn't scream when he hit her square in the back, only held it inside. When he lifted her Joan spit in his direction but was only met with the wall.

That kicked seemed to not harm him at all, she felt her body press against the wall where she was a few moments ago. All hope was gone from her mind she felt him up against her from behind, she felt his head nuzzle her neck she tense when she also felt his teeth and lips. Joan felt sick and overly warm, probably from the throwing and struggling. Her green eyes stung and lined with tears, she let them fall freely now but she only shook with sobs no noise came from her. Her arm hurt from his pinning and her free arm only braced herself against the wall though her whole body was pressed against it, her chest and hips.

Joan’s damp tank top went up slightly as her warm skin came into contact with the cold wall, she let out a gasp from the shock of coldness. But that was the last thing on her mind “go fuck yourself” she said turning her face away from him, her words were angry and she bit her bottom lip hoping all he wanted to do was ‘taste’ her not have her. But in the back of her mind Joan knew this nightmare was far from over.

[Luther Von Ritterschwarz]

A laugh murmured from his lips as her actions of distaste had no effect. Refusing him also only made him hold her tighter. Luther was completely ignorant to her body heaveing sobs, too engulfed in trying to keep her stuck as well as enjoy himself. He had let the arm go for only a moment so he could move the whip to the other hand, again he grabbed and held, this time the hard, polished wood was in the other hand, leaving his left hand to smooth up her torso. His hands were almost as cold as the wall, Luther was known to have low blood pressure and gave meaning to him being coldblooded. "This doesn't - have to hurt - you" words were caught between teeth grazes and kisses. The nazi lifted his head from her, leaning it against hers and whispering hoarsely "Come willingly and I wont treat you like swine" Theres the lying again. Luther had every intention on treating her like mere stock animals, only here to please their masters.

Luther allowed the whip to drop and released her arm, now putting both hands under her tank. His whole body still pushed against her to try and keep her locked in. His hands grabbed at the hems of the top, pulling it up and over head head, stepping back only to give room for it to be removed. Swiftly he closed the gap again. Hands moved her hair to one side allowing his teeth access to her empty shoulder while again leaving his hands free to fondle her torso, more importantly her chest (which he has given room to remove itself off the wall) Luther had his right leg between hers, so if she decided to run like a rabbit, he hoped his leg would trip her. The Captain pulled his head up to whisper again in that thick accent of his "Tell me something, you quiver at my touch. Am I to believe this will be your first? or is you fear the might of germany