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Post by Dr. Joan L. Wellington on Jun 28, 2007 13:27:16 GMT -5
Joan let out a breathe of relief when she heard the whip drop but that soon disappeared as she felt his hands pull her tank up and her top part of her torso get cold. She shook as his hands went up her sides and caressed her. True it felt good in a sick twisted way and Joan hated thinking that way, but she had never felt a man touch her like this. As much as she wanted to fight him, her senses wanted to take him.
Joan bit her bottom lip to keep from whimpering from pain that still stay upon her body and from the pleasure she started to feel from him, it was wrong and Joan wanted to kill herself for feeling that way. Her legs were pushed apart slightly as she felt his right leg rest between hers. Her eyes lowered to see, no way of escaping it. This was going to be painful and after it even more painful, knowing that she let it happen. Her eyes still stung as she bit her lip, she looked up to the ceiling, water stains looking down to her, just concentrate on something other then his filthy violating hands. She didn’t answer to what he was asking or listening to him either, just trying her best to zone herself out of what was happening.
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Post by Luther Von Ritterschwarz on Jun 28, 2007 17:21:13 GMT -5
Luthers touch was firm and demanding, he longed to have her face him, but he had more power from the back. Hands reluctantly pulled from her body, but lips never left and were back at her neck, tongue darting for a more sensual feel. Luther peeled his coat off, allowing it to lay heaped on the floor, not a nice way to treat the uniform but right now, in this moment, he didn't care. Although he would never admit it, Luther had something for red hair and green eyes. He found it more attractive than blue eyed blondes, the colours would so strongly contrast each other, with the fiery red and the earthly green, companied with the silk white flesh, it was a rare fantasy.
Luther held himself from touching again else it could be harder to remove his hands from her. Fingers fiddled with the belt around him, and too dropped it in the pile, with its honour pistol. A gun all ranking SS officials carried, in case they needed to suicide. Luther took the chance, and stepped off of the doctor, grabbing her arm and turning her to face him. Silently daring her to make a move, eyes stared intensely on hers. Luther pushed his lips against hers again, eyes open, he walked toward the wall again, he no longer needed to give her chest room. Hands now hastily worked at his jacket, shedding it from himself. It seemed endless, taking his clothes off.
His hands only undid half of his shirts buttons before they made their way back to her hips, lips drowning any whimper she may utter, tongue tasting her mouth relishing in its imaginary sweetness. The flavour wasn't sweet like sugar but just tasting anothers saliva tickled the sexual desires. His hands further taunted her body, fingertips just touching to send shivers then palms massaging to arouse her own desires. Luther may not be charming but he is very good for pushing buttons and driving woman over the edge, without penetration or touchings of the nether region. He knew a secret few other man know, that the womans chest can be just as powerful.
Hands slowly made their way up to her throat, he was very gentle in this area, which would rise suspicion. Suddenly and without reason his fingers wrapped around her neck and tightened pushing her head back into the wall, his tone became violent again "You WILL return the favour" He moved his leg between hers again, leaving himself vulnerable to another kneeing. It would seem too easy, as he did, only briefly, avert his eyes to his legs, if to see if she would actually do it. "I will not rape a corpse" it seemed funny he actually cared that his rape victim wasn't responsive, anyone else wouldn't.
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Post by Dr. Joan L. Wellington on Jun 28, 2007 17:56:45 GMT -5
As this went on Joan said nothing did nothing. Her green eyes remained stern and her face showed no emotion, she winced again as he grasped her arm and turned her to face him. Her eyes glanced to his body then to his face, she watched as he removed his clothes. A smirk appeared on her lips as he attempted to undo his buttons of his shirt, to caught up in the fantasy of rape to handle reality.
In a flash his lips were on hers again his tongue slipping into her mouth, it was wet and warm all at once, her eyes locked with his not wide-eyed but normal. She then stared up at the ceiling, it helped somewhat, Joan had never been with a man this close, but she had been with a male minus the sex. But she didn’t want this, not this way, . The man touching her now was violent and in Joan’s mind evil, but probably insecure raping a woman of his choice he was truly pathetic. But was she too?.
Feeling shivers up her spine as his hands worked their way to her neck, her green eyes darted down when she felt his strong hands wrap around her throat. She raised a free hand and clawed at his, feeling skin scrape under her long polished nails. Her breathing increased as he pressed her more against the wall, she didn’t want this. Not at all, she found her legs separated by his again, return the favor, ya sure and the fact at him not raping a corpse. That was what she wished just kill her and be done with it. Make her a corpse was what she wished more then this.
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Post by Luther Von Ritterschwarz on Jun 28, 2007 20:36:06 GMT -5
Luther made a growling noise, frustrated by her stubborn nature to remain in silence. He pushed her head a final time and released her. No point trying to talk to a selective mute. Both his hands rested on the wall on either side of her face, the red marks of her nailing boldly showing. "Very well... Meine dame" Luther let his hands slide down across her shoulders and her body, to the pants waist. One hand finished his shirt and was unclipping the suspenders from his own pants. The other hand merely rested on her stomach, for a while Luther stood like that, his body very near hers but the only touching was his palm and fingers. Slowly and carefully, the nazi lowered himself to his knees, his lips lightly lining her skin, tongue tracing its path.
Hot breath came from controlled lungs, holding back how fast he should be breathing. With his decline so too did the waist of her pants come down with his hands until they rested at her ankles, falling the rest of the way by themself. Luthers brushes the light stubble on his face on her stomach, dragging his head up. No longer did his tongue caress with its tip. He allowed the full flat, like a child licking a delicious lollypop. When he reached her chest, he removed his tongue and dragged his teeth the rest of the way to her neck and then finally kisses finished it off by harshly connecting with her lips. Hips were thrust forward into her. Perhaps a too eager motive but it was completely planned.
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Post by Dr. Joan L. Wellington on Jun 28, 2007 20:51:29 GMT -5
Joan noticed his hands were red from her ‘clawing’ good the bastard deserved it. But now both his hands were on either side of her, trapping her from escaping now. Her green eyes watched as he lowered himself, she felt the fabric of her pants move slowly down to her ankles, not wanting to be more uncomfterable she unconsciously stepped out of them.
Joan jerked slightly when she felt the stubble of his face tickle her skin; she then tensed when she felt his tongue lick her flesh. It was warm and as much as she hated to admit it felt welcoming as her mouth hung slightly open as she watched him, and gave her a wave of pleasure that caused a small moan to escape her, she immediately shut her mouth and looked away from him.
She tried her best to keep her breathing normal, but her body’s senses were slowly taking over, she felt his teeth graze her skin, his lips kiss her neck and his mouth upon hers once more wet and roughly. Hips pushed against the wall as he pushed his own into her, it hurt and she closed her eyes tight for a moment, she had hurt her tail bone. The pain racked through her body bought she fought it off.
The worst was yet to happen.
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Post by Luther Von Ritterschwarz on Jun 28, 2007 22:15:23 GMT -5
He had noticed her small moan but pretended not to, let her think him stupid, let her think him over the edge of clear logic but she would think wrong. He still was very much in control. He continued kissing her, becoming more intense with each rythmical indulgance. Luther was already beginning to have the steady heat of passion, and instinctively rocked back and forth, rubbing himself against her. he placed his leg between hers, hopefully for the last time this day, only now she got the feel of the harsh material, that was his uniform, against her bare skin. His hands resting on her waist moved up beneath her arms and with one fell swoop lifted her, pushing himself between her legs.
Luther left her to drop onto him, because he finally felt the strain of the bullet wound, when he had to use his stomach muscles to lift her. He grunted and shifted his weight, having his right side take the brunt. He leant against her, head locked into her neck. Luther inhaled and 'affectionately" bit her neck. He managed to hold her with his hip, finally removing the singlet. The captain leant into her, bare chested while hands still freely moved to unholster himself. *cough* He leant in kissing her neck, pressing his chest to hers to hold her steady, hands holding her thighs apart for easier access. He positioned himself correctly, one hand sliding to underneath her knee, pushing it up. His other hand released her her thigh and elbowed to the wall, ensuring he was close enough.
Luther paused, leaning to her ear, words were drawled and full of malice Welcome to your hell... Just as his last words fell, he pushed himself into her, slowly inclining his speed, uncaring but know it always hurts the first time.
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Post by Dr. Joan L. Wellington on Jun 28, 2007 22:33:44 GMT -5
Joan felt the nazi kiss her a few more times before realizing her leg had been lifted her breathing sped up as she begun to feel afraid. Afraid of what was next to come, she turned her head away from him as he rested his nuzzled into her neck. Feeling his hips push more and him rubbing against her, the heat between her legs grew to the point where she felt finished already.
Her eyes remained looking upwards then slowly followed the wall down as she stared at a blank spot on the wall. She felt his hands spread her legs, and then it happened. She didn’t scream when he entered her roughly and fast but instead bit her lip to the point were she felt it was going to be cut by her own teeth. Her eyes stung still but no tears fell. It hurt very much but Joan did her best to keep her calm. She heard his words make their way into her ear, she said nothing, but these words weren’t a lie they were the truth, something she wasn’t going to hear from him too much.
She felt him move inside her, rocking back and forth, with each thrust from him it hurt even more. But pain soon changed into pleasure, but she wasn’t going to let him know that. She wanted to cry knowing her first time; of all people a nazi took her virginity.
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Post by Luther Von Ritterschwarz on Jun 29, 2007 18:24:29 GMT -5
Luther aimed to keep himself steady not only so it will last long and therefore make her more upset, but also because his wound needed to adjust to the movement and clenching of muscle. The nazi found this position quite difficult, it used alot of strength and even moreso because she wasn't helping. He knew, or hoped, she would soon give in to the feeling that would be surging through he body. Hands slowly let go of her leg, once the rythem was stabled, and both now help her hips. With strength, he didn't even know he had, he moved her into his beat, his own cold fingers raking her flesh just to keep a firm grip. His tongue traces her lips, but he tried a different approach, instead of kissing her he waited to see if she could hold off kissing him.
Slowly but surely the soft moaning was escaping his vocals, breathing their vibration into her mouth. Luther closed his eyes, allowing himself to get lost in the feeling of a virgin. This almost made him laugh but instead he smiled, as much as he could, it always seemed to look like a smirk, a evil twitch of victory. Luthers body became to dampen, sliding into her became much easier because of this. He pulled his face away from hers and lolled it back revealing the delicate flesh of his neck as well as enjoying the fact that he was slowly becoming faster in his movements and was being driven closer to the edge.
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Post by Dr. Joan L. Wellington on Jul 1, 2007 21:53:47 GMT -5
Joan felt his hand slip from her leg. She squirmed as his lips stuck upon hers. She heard him moan and felt his hips crush into her with every thrust, it hurt and Joan felt her legs clench tighter around him without even relizing it. Her red hair fell about her pale smooth shouldrs and she raised her right arm wrapping it around his neck, she pulled him closer getting lost in his movments and noises.
That was the last thing she expected but Joan could not help it. Her hips moved with his and her slick body pressed against his, a moan escaped her lips but she quickly shut her mouth. Her green eyes looked to the nazi as his head tilted back slightly, she noticed in that moment he looked totally vanurable, it was strange. Joan's right arm tightened more around his neck and shoulders her nails digging slightly into his flesh.
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Post by Luther Von Ritterschwarz on Jul 2, 2007 11:33:31 GMT -5
Luther gave a moaning laugh, pleased that she had finally seen the good side to this and even more pleased that she was moving herself, allowing him to let her go on her own whim. He felt her hands and then felt them slightly increase in grip, the nails on his skin sent sensations. Suddenly his head snapped back and with eyes of pure malice words were spoken through heavy breaths and rhythmical thrusts "Not - wise..." With this his head nuzzled her neck again, teeth raking gently, then without warning, his savagely bit her neck and sucked, trying to get the blood to draw. His right arm now searched for a table near by, one that has a weapon in the drawer, anything he could use to get blood dripping.
The task proved to be hard as he was nearing full exertion, the faint taste of blood from her neck was strangely pushing him closer. Her trying so hard to hold her own passion was also making him push over. There was nothing more thrilling than seeing a headstrong woman be lessered. His tongue now lined the area he attacked, his thrusts becoming even more paced and almost grinding her to the wall. His hand found nothing and gave up, focusing more on supporting himself and her. This was becoming more difficult as the wound on his side was dripping blood, no longer just seeping, it was almost pouring out.
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Post by Dr. Joan L. Wellington on Jul 2, 2007 11:42:01 GMT -5
Joan felt his hips crash into her rougher, she gave a slight pained wimper. Joan bit her bottom lip to thep oint where she felt as if she had cut it when he bit her neck. She felt the warmth of her blood slowly dripping out. Her right arm pulled him closer if that was possible and dug her nails more into his back. Her other hand also wrapped around his lower back across his shoulders, holding him Joan moved her hips her legs clenching.
Her breathing sped up and then her body tensed as she neared the edge. A loud moan escaped her and her head fell forward pressing agaisnt his cheek and neck. She then let her head fall back onto the cold stone wall her legs now started to fall down, she felt tired and weak now.
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Post by Luther Von Ritterschwarz on Jul 4, 2007 12:43:27 GMT -5
Luther cringed when her nails dug into him, memories came sweeping back, but he pushed them aside. Because he was getting closer to the summit, he barely could do much damage to her, his teeth only lightly grazed her neck, panting to try and keep himself from going off before her. It was not a kind gesture more a personal feed.
Then he felt it. Heard it. The moan that came from her did the final push and the extasy that he felt could have taken the cake, it wasn't often he got the chance to rape a victim, let alone a virgin. Luther released her by taking a small step, allowing her feet to touch the ground. Although weak, his hand quickly clutched his wound, the entire side of him red with blood. Luther felt slightly dizzy from loss of blood to the head, but without warning his free hand grabbed her throat again.
His grip was not as hard as it should be, he was clearly quite weakened and moreso than he should be. He pressed his lips to hers, taking advantage of her fightless state, tongue tasting her one more, eyes now closed. When he pulled away, he did not open them, he leant into her neck, muttering some german words. His hand slipped slightly from her throat and made a path to her mouth. Luther tapped her bottom lip, lifting his head "Well then - that wasn't as - bad as you - thought. - Was it?" He was breathing heavily and his eyes were glassy, seeming to not focus on anything, lost even. His legs gave way a bit but he picked himself up quickly, hiding the fact he was not well at all.
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Post by Dr. Joan L. Wellington on Jul 4, 2007 19:12:15 GMT -5
Joan felt his fingers trace her lips; she moved her head to the side not wanting him to touch her at all. She gave a long sigh and tried her best to slow her breathing. Joan decided not to answer his question; her green eyes flickered to the wound on his side and the blood drops now on the floor. With her weak legs she walked passed him only to slump to the cold concrete floor, her knees and burning legs felt good against the cool cement. Her red hair hung about her pale shoulders and back, running a smooth hand through her hair she looked over her shoulder to him, before directing her eyes to her clothes.
Leaning forward on the ground she grasped for them, pulling hr top back on and her damp pants, bare foot she sat there really unable to decide what to do next, hurt him or make another run for it. She could probably make it, after all she was a doctor and she knew his type of wound would give way at the slightest movement.
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Post by Luther Von Ritterschwarz on Jul 7, 2007 10:48:53 GMT -5
Luther had smiled when she moved her head away from his touch. Watching her scramble for her clothes he couldn't hold a bemused 'hah' in, as he made his way to a random chair, around a small two seater table. On it was an ash tray, a bottle of German type alcohol, a tin of cigarettes and a small packet of matches. Luther was good for having random things placed in areas around his house, it was so he was always prepared, if one looked closer there were plenty of hidden weapons and pistols too, equipped with extra ammunition nearby.
Of course by this stage Luther has already put himself back into his pants, but still remained shirtless, allowing his wound air. While lighting the cigarette he took a deep first draw, holding in for a brief moment before exhaling. He noticed she was doing nothing, usually that meant she was thinking, and a woman thinking was never good news. The Nazi pondered the though, that she wanted to escape and acted on it "Run away if you like, you wont leave the camp, if they see you running, they will shoot. If you walk, they will come and get you and take you back to the... other girls." The way he spoke suggested that the other girls might not have been in any better situation.
Luther took another draw, this time shorter and more abrupt, as if he was just doing it for the fun of it rather than for the addiction. He broke the silence once more "You can run, or you can make me coffee. Your doctor services are not needed here but I expect the allies will be needing you back and my higher ranking officers bargaining a swap of POW's." it was ignorant for him to say that, considering he was sitting with an open, bleeding wound in his side. He felt blood and oxygen deprived, which caused him to be dizzy and greyout at times, but no... a doctor wasn't needed.
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Post by Dr. Joan L. Wellington on Jul 7, 2007 19:53:42 GMT -5
Joan's green eyes looked up to him, make him what!. She gave a small laugh, she wasn't scared of him, what was worse then taking her against her will, death, being beaten, she waited for his worst, but she was afriad she had already had it. Maybe she should make him coffee then splash it into his face?. Joan sat upon the floor her leags burning and weak, moving them from under her bottom hurt, she crawled towards the opposite wall and leaned her head against it, she was tired, hunry, thirsty and weak.
She let her heavy eyes close for a moment but forced them back open, her eyes went to the nazi who still smoked, her eyes flickered to the blood on the floor, what a stupid fuck he'd bled to death or past out in the next hour if he didn't get help. But by god she wasn't going to offer it.
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