(All parts of L’s epic concerning Heydrich and his new secretary)
Heydrich
briskly walked through the long hallway of the palace in Prague, it
echoed with the sharp ring of phones and discussions had between
subordinates. He was frustrated. The meeting with Himmler took
forever, he was confident but his words were empty and his delivery
of instructions confusing. He always thought to himself how much he
would love to have to report to Göring instead. A man so bombastic
and proud, he said what he meant and never stuttered.
Truthfully,
he was trying to hide the real reason he was so angry. Himmler had
interrupted Heydrich when he had just been about to shove his dick in
his secretary’s cunt. His erection hadn’t gone down. He had had
his hands held together and covering his lap. He hoped no one noticed
it on the his walk back to the office. Oh, how his manhood ached for
her!
He
hadn’t had sex in months. He had moved to Prague earlier in the
year. Lina and the children were still at the house in Berlin. Even
if they were here it wouldn’t matter. Lina and himself had finally
reached their bed-death. She was not interested in sex of any sort.
And now, being in Prague, he could not sleep with a Czech whore. His
honor forbade it. His thoughts lingered back to his beautiful
secretary.
Her
skin was so soft. She hadn’t noticed, but as he spanked her his
hand had lingered after each blow, quickly gliding across her soft,
warm flesh. The hair surrounding her pussy looked soft and silky. He
imagined the hair gently kissing the base of his cock as he thrusted
into her body, a nice little gift from her.
Her
lips were soft and her breath smelled sweet and the inside of her
mouth was hot and steamy. She was a perfect candidate for his carnal
desires. She had seemed to be teetering between giving into him and
running away. Would she quit her job? No. She couldn’t. She
wouldn’t. The job paid to well and she was too intimidated by him.
Lost
in his thoughts, Heydrich almost walked past his own office door. He
stopped right in his tracks. He placed his hand upon the doorknob,
but didn’t turn it. He knew that being together in the same room
with her would be incredibly awkward. He sighed and braced himself.
He quickly opened the door and strode over to his desk. She jumped a
little in her seat and squeezed her legs together. He sat down in his
chair and began to do whatever monotonous task he had been assigned.
He hoped it would alleviate the ache in his pants.
It
had been 30 minutes. 30 minutes of the both of them working in
complete and total silence. His erection had still not gone down. He
gave in and looked up, leering at her with a barbaric, disgusting
hunger that shone in his eyes.
She
didn’t look aryan at all, Heydrich thought.
She
sat at her desk, her brown hair twisted up and pinned perfectly. Her
eyes were a honey color. Bright and big, very doll-like. She was very
young, 19, Heydrich remembered. She wore a bit of rouge and lipstick,
nothing too dramatic. Her eyelashes were emphasized by very deep
black mascara. Her brows were slightly penciled in. Makeup was
strictly forbidden in any Reich office, but he let her get away with
it. She was nice to look at, after all.
She
didn’t seem to notice his stare, so focused on her work. She was
fast and skilled. She needed little direction. She was organized and
neat. Her clothes were always perfectly pressed and fitted, albeit a
bit inappropriately tight.
His
young secretary broke the silence.
“I
have um,” she stuttered, refusing to make eye contact, “finished
this report, I’ll take it to Herr Voss so he can deliver it.” She
said, getting up from her desk. Heydrich made a “Mmm” sound in
acknowledgement, staring straight ahead.
She
was nearly to the door when a few of the pages of the report slipped
off the top of the stack and floated to the ground. She then bent
over to pick them up, rather than crouching down.
A
deadly mistake. Heydrich could see her panties. There was a large
stain with her wetness. He wanted to taste it. He had officially lost
all control. Faster than either of them could register, Heydrich got
up from his desk and and came up behind her. He reached around to her
chest and pressed up with an open palm, making her stand back up and
curved against his back. She let out a small cry in surprise and
dropped the rest of her papers. He reached down and lifted up her
skirt, rubbing her clit through her panties. She gasped.
“Why
are you teasing me?” He hissed in her ear.
“Please
sir, I didn’t mean to, please let me go!” She whimpered. His
fingers had pressed against her snatch firmly, they were rough and
she could feel it through her panties. The harsh texture was
beginning to make her wet. She was embarrassed.
He
ignored her request and took the hand that was holding her chest up
to her face, snapping it to the side, straining it. His lips made
contact with hers in a frenzy. He seemed hungry, ravenous. His large
tongue touched hers, and she tried to retract hers in an effort to
avoid him. His kisses were sloppy.
She
couldn’t pull away, she couldn’t speak. She wanted to whimper, to
scream, to cry, but no sound would come out. Her legs began to shake
as she realized she was getting close to a climax. Her panties were
soaked, it began to run down her legs. She felt a pit of shame in her
stomach. She knew he could feel it. She felt his smirk through his
kisses.
As
she got closer, she began realize she was kissing him back. She tried
to be gentle, hoping he wouldn’t notice. He reached down to her
blouse and pulled it hard. She heard the buttons pop off and hit the
floor. Her breasts were now exposed. He reached down and grasped one,
she gave a small moan, feeling ashamed as she did so. He was now
sucking on her neck. She could feel it bruising.
Her
breathing became ragged. Her legs shook even more. Her pussy was
tingling. She let out a loud gasp. Heydrich quickly covered her mouth
and rubbed her faster, harder. She let out an animalistic, dirty
sound as she climaxed. It sounded like music to Heydrich’s ears.
His hand was covered is her liquid arousal. She was limp in his
grasp. He took his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean. She
tasted like young girls usually do, fresh with a hint of sweetness.
He
reached around her and locked the door. He gently helped her lay down
on the floor, flat on her back, she accepted it and made no protest.
“You’re
such a good girl,” he cooed, kissing her neck. She looked away, her
face reminiscent of a child who had gotten caught doing something
naughty. He pulled her skirt down, gently, teasingly, and did the
same with her ruined underwear. He slipped her shoes off. The sudden
contact with the cool her made her gasp gently. He then made her lean
up so he could remove her blouse.
He
stepped back to get a good look at her. She was beautiful. She was
still looking away but made no move to cover herself. Heydrich looked
at her crotch, the curly hair wet, as were her thighs. He was
salivating. He got on his knees on the floor and licked her crotch up
to her belly button. She let out a soft moan. He took his hands and
spread her legs farther to get a good look at her cunt. It’s was
wonderful, a pink little rose. He gave her cunt a small lick. She
moaned at this deeply, signaling to him that she had given herself
fully. He had begun to leak precum. He was excited to fully devour
her. He began to lap her up more fervently. It was an act that was
dirty with a touch of tenderness. She gently grasped his blonde locks
in her hand, moaning softly as he gave her the most supreme pleasure
she had ever felt. He began to slide two of his spidery fingers into
her cunt. She cried out in protest.
“Stop!
They won’t fit!” She said. “I’m a virgin.” She said, more
softly.
He
looked up at her, his eyes glazed over with a deep lust. “I promise
it will feel good.” He said. He promptly slid his fingers inside of
her as she stifled a cry.
He
wanted to die. She was so impossibly tight. He continued to thrust
into her with his fingers. They were deep, intense, hard thrusts. He
was taking out his sexual frustration on her. She gritted her teeth,
muffling her cries.
Soon
her cries turned into soft moaning and she spread her legs more. His
fingers were decorated with her blood, a badge of honor. He was
accessing a part of her that she had never known. She wanted more of
him.
Her
legs began to shake again and her breath hitched. He began to go
faster. She was seeing stars. She covered her mouth as she moaned and
came again, this time more intensely. He pulled his fingers out and
she gasped in surprise. She could feel how she remained gaping.
She
heard him stand up and walk past her. She got on her knees and
watched him sit at his desk. She heard his belt clink as it was
unbuckled and the sound of his zipper being opened. He then looked up
at her, as he snapped and pointed at his crotch.
As if
in a trance, she obediently got up and walked to where he wanted her.
“On
your knees. Now.” He said. She felt nauseous. She knew what was
coming. She knew she was going to choke on it because she had never
taken a dick in her mouth before. Regardless, she did as she was
told. He reached into his underwear and pulled out his cock. The
sudden contact with the cool air made Heydrich exhale sharply. She
looked at it, wide eyed.
Even
she knew it was impossibly long. His girth was intimidating as well.
He didn’t have a lot of pubic hair. His balls were large,
proportionate to the rest of his crotch. He slowly pulled his
foreskin down, almost as if he was teasing himself. She saw a clear
liquid leaking out.
He
must have noticed the look of terror on his face. “You owe me.”
He stated. He pulled her by her hair to where her mouth was hovering
above the head. “No teeth,” he warned her. He quickly pushed her
down onto his cock, she got to the halfway point and gagged. He
forced her back up again and again back down. She didn’t know what
to do. She covered her teeth with her lips and tried to make her
mouth as tight around his shaft as possible.
She
was shocked as he moaned loudly. He was one of the most powerful men
in the Third Reich and she was making him moan like a desperate
animal.
“You’re
such a good girl.” He said between each ragged breath.
Something
happened. A switch flipped in her head. She began to go faster,
deeper. Her eyes watered. She didn’t notice he had taken his hand
away. She was doing it all on her own. He looked down at her, her
mascara was smudged underneath her eyes from her tears. She was
breathing hard, trying not to choke as she inched her way slowly to
the base of his cock. She looked breathtaking.
He
suddenly pushed her off of him, a loud pop resonating as her mouth
left him. He picked her up and threw her like a rag doll onto his
desk, her ass sticking up in the air like a dog. She felt something
large at the entrance of her cunt. She began to panic.
She
began to squirm in an attempt to get away. Heydrich’s hand met her
ass with an incredibly loud and painful slap that made her eyes
water.
“Be
good,” he snapped.
“But
it’s going to hurt!” She wept.
“Only
for a little bit.” He replied.
He
grabbed her hip with one of his hands and covered her mouth with the
other. Her protests were muffled and obscured by her sobs. He gave
one powerful, deep thrust. She screamed in pain, although muffled it
was still a bit loud, and he felt a sense of terror, afraid everyone
heard. Then they would know.
“Shh!”
He hissed. “Do you want everyone to know what is happening?”
She
whimpered and said something that sounded like a “no.” Heydrich
took in how tight she was. It almost hurt. She was so warm and soft
on the inside, too. He began to thrust with full force, a loud
slapping sound and her muffled cries filled the room. He felt like
the luckiest man in the world. He felt the warm sensation of her
blood on his cock.
He
began to increase his speed. A moan betrayed his composure. He was
close. She was still crying.
Suddenly
she let out what sounded like something between a sob and a moan, and
she tightened around him as she came. He inhaled in shock and held
his breath as he felt his semen spurt out inside of her, his eyes
rolled back, looking at the ceiling.
A few
more thrusts and he was done. Empty and satisfied. He pulled out of
her and stood back, watching her lay there, his seed running down her
legs. He traced her back with his fingers.
He
bent down to whisper in her ear. “You are mine, you understand? No
one else is allowed to touch you.”
She
nodded weakly. She couldn’t move.
Heydrich
gave a short laugh and placed a kiss on her neck.
“You’re
such a good girl.”
2.
She
was fuming.
She
walked into the palace, ready to start her day, and trying very hard
to hide her limp. She was stopped by her coworker, Hans.
“The
Reichsprotektor is going to Berlin for a conference with other
officials. He has requested that you come.” Hans said, almost like
he had memorized the message and rehearsed it in his head.
“A
request?” She asked. Why take her?What was she, his personal whore?
He had made it obvious that the sex was meaningless.
“You’re
his secretary. You should know that a ‘request’ from him is an
order.” Hans hissed. “If you say no you’re going to be in big
trouble, and I might even be too.”
She
sighed, defeated. “When do I have to leave with him?”
“Now.”
A voice said. She turned around to see the one and only Blonde Beast,
Reichsprotektor Reinhard Heydrich. For some reason when their eyes
met her stomach began to hurt and she felt very hot.
Her
face turned red. “But I haven’t even packed anything! I can’t
walk around in the same outfit every day that we’re there.” Any
excuse to get out of this.
“We’ll
be there for two days, you can buy an outfit in Berlin.” Her boss
said, lazily waving his hand, as if he was smacking her protests out
of the air and onto the ground. He turned away and the sound of his
boots hitting the floor rang in her ears.
She
turned towards Hans. He looked like he’d seen a ghost.
“How
could you protest him like that?!” He asked.
“I…”
she stammered. She what? Fucked him? She couldn’t tell anyone that.
She felt like the room was on fire. She was on the verge of sweating.
“I don’t know, I guess I just kind of let it slip out.”
“Well,
please be careful.” He said, giving her a look that said ‘please
don’t let him fuck you.’ But it was too late for that. She felt
guilty for having sex with a married man. In his office, no less.
She
prayed that he got them separate hotel rooms.
She
went to the car and got in, having no choice but to sit right beside
him on the red leather. Where was the driver? She hoped that he would
appear out of thin air, and walk towards the car so nothing could
happen to her. Heydrich made her feel nauseous and hot and scared.
“I
wonder where Bruno is.” He said, breaking the silence.
Her
mouth was dry. She tried to swallow but she couldn’t.
“No
matter,” he said, “that gives us plenty of time to discuss the
details of this meeting.”
He
took her small chin in his hand and turned her to face him. The
carnal glow was in his steely eyes again. He forced kisses on her,
biting her lip and slipping his warm tongue into her mouth. Her pussy
was throbbing and if she didn’t keep her legs squeezed tightly
together she would make a mess all over the seat. She pushed against
him weakly, not really trying to get away but at least trying to seem
like she had some self control left. He reached around her with his
other hand and pulled her skirt up, revealing her underwear. Her boss
spread her legs. Not too much, but enough to be able to touch it. She
let out a weak yelp and was mortified when all of her fluid leaked
from her cunt out onto the seat. This was it, he’d tell her she was
disgusting and berate her, fire her and tell everyone what a nasty
slut she was.
“You’ve
made a mess. What a naughty little kitten you are.” He whispered in
her ear. She watched as he took his finger and swiped it across the
soiled red leather, and put it in his mouth, sucking it clean.
He
returned to the task at hand. He slowly slid down her panties – which
were now soaked – and faced no protest. He looked at her dark curls
of soft hair, and her soaked thighs and licked his lips. He easily
slid two of his fingers into her pussy.
She gasped as he
fucked her with his fingers. She started to moan like a whore. He
began to kiss her and this time she reciprocated with fervor. He
nipped at her neck and left bruises. His signature on her body, a “no
trespassing” sign. She knew he was hard. She clumsily unzipped his
pants and whipped his cock out. She stroked it hard and fast.
He
increased his tempo and her moans mixed with his and with the
squelching sound of her wet cunt being violated in one of the best
ways possible. She let out one final, intense, breathy moan and came,
he legs spasming. Her boss let out a groan, one that made him sound
like he was in pain, and she felt a warm liquid spilling over her
hand. She was proud of herself for taking initiative.
He
pulled out his fingers and a clear substance that was thick like
honey followed. He licked it off of his fingers like it was as simple
as taking a sip of water. Deviance was natural for him, she realized.
His
cock was still in her hand. He was looking at her pointedly.
“Well?”
He said.
“Well
what?”
“Lick
it off your hand.”
She
took her hand away and stared at it. The thick, white liquid lazily
running over either side of her hand. She licked it gently, just a
taste test. It was bitter and made her mouth dry, but it felt
satisfying when it slid down her throat. She needed water.
He
smirked and shoved her panties in his pocket. He gave her a
surprisingly tender kiss.
“Hurry
up and put your skirt on.” He said.
She
complied, and was totally silent on the way to Berlin. His hand
rested on her thigh, gently stroking it from time to time. She was so
terrified that at any moment he would jam his fingers inside of her
again and their poor driver would have to watch her squirm. Her whole
body tingled when he touched her.
3.
The
conference table in the Reichskanzlei seemed endless. So many chairs.
She was the only one in the room, and it made her feel very small.
Heydrich had asked her to deliver his papers to his assigned seat and
get everything prepared for when he arrived. He was currently
visiting his family.
It’d
be another 45 minutes before he arrived. She remembered what he had
told her; “I want all my papers totally straight, none out of
place. I want 3 pens, all on my right side, all perfectly aligned. I
want a glass of water to the right, filled four fifths of the way
full. Beside it I want a cup of coffee, 3 sugars and no cream. Have
it placed 5 minutes before I arrive.”
She
stepped back to look at her work. She re-straightened the papers for
the 5th time. We’re the pens all aligned? She rearranged them
again. She stood there, biting her lip. What if he didn’t like it?
What if she did it wrong? Would he be punished? Would she? A sound
interrupted her thoughts, as the grand doors to the conference hall
were opened. She jumped and turned around to see who had arrived.
It
was Reichsminister Goebbels. Oh God. Did she need to salute him or
shake his hand? What if she said something stupid? Did Heydrich bring
her here to embarrass her in front of the most powerful men in the
world?
Goebbels’
eyes scanned the room and when he saw her his stern expression melted
away into one of pure giddiness. He quickly shut the doors behind him
and made quick strides over to her.
“What
is a beauty like you doing in such a stuffy place like this?” He
asked with a smile. For some reason his eyes felt like they were
looking deep into her soul.
“I
am Reichsprotektor Reinhard Heydrich’s secretary.” She said
softly, trying to avoid his gaze but be polite. He seemed nice,
although a bit odd.
He
glanced over at her hard work. “Let me guess,” he started,
“Heydrich made you come early to organize his things so he wouldn’t
have to.”
“Maybe…
well, he told me he was busy this morning…” She said.
“Nonsense!
It’s very rude to treat a woman like a slave.” He turned back
around and looked at her. Something in his eyes had changed.
“Especially such a pretty one.”
She
couldn’t help but feel flattered. “Thank you.” She said. He
gave her a toothy smile.
“It’s
good to meet you, I’m sure you know who I am.” His eyebrows were
raised.
She
laughed out of politeness. “Yes, of course I do!”
He
did not laugh back, but kept his smile and stared into her eyes. She
was the epitome of uncomfortable. He moved closer, and she could
smell cigarettes and his cologne. She held her breath.
His
eyes trailed down her body. “How would you like to be a secretary
of mine? You’ll get paid plenty more and you won’t have to live
among dirty Czechs.” He sat down in a chair at the conference
table. He crossed his legs and looked up at her, expectantly. What
did he want?
“Sit.”
He said.
She
sat down quickly and reluctantly turned to face him. He placed his
hand on her knee.
“How
do you like working for the government?” He asked.
“Very
much so, sir. I’m glad to help the Reich and I hope that my efforts
can contribute to the good of our country and the Führer.” She
knew it sounded like something that would be on a 12-year-old’s
writing prompt. He smiled nonetheless and began to lightly stroke the
underside of her thigh with his hand.
“There
are men out there who are willing to pay anything and everything to
spend time with a pretty girl like you,” his hand paused, “how
does that sound?”
She
was about to answer but the doors opened and both of them jumped. She
stood up and stepped away from the table and stepped back. Goebbels
was somehow already 10 feet away from her, hands in his pockets.
“Where’s
my coffee?” Heydrich said, glowering at her.
“Sorry
sir,” she began, “I was, um… caught up in something else.”
Heydrich
shifted his gaze between his secretary and Goebbels, raising an
eyebrow after looking back at her.
“I’ll
go get it!” She squeaked, scurrying off. She didn’t look at
Goebbels as she left. As soon as she left the room she heard
murmuring but couldn’t make it out. She could finally breathe.
Most
people were getting seated when she returned with his coffee. The
Führer wasn’t there just yet. She avoided eye contact with
everyone and placed it gently beside him before hurrying off. She
felt Goebbels eyes all over her body.
She
was wet. She scurried to find a bathroom and locked herself in a
stall. She sat there for a few moments, trying to stop her heart from
beating so fast. She was embarrassed and aroused. She remembered that
she had no underwear on.
The
bathroom was empty. She pulled her skirt up and looked at herself.
She had always thought her vagina was pretty, in a way. The air felt
nice on her cunt. She slid her hand down and rubbed her clitoris
lightly. She had to bite her lip to keep from moaning. She was
bucking into her own hand and quickly took the other and inserted two
fingers into herself. Her mouth was a wide “o” shape. Her fingers
were cold, an intense sensation against her warm snatch.
She
thought about how her boss had put his mouth down here. She wanted
him to do it again. This was good but he was so, so much better. So
much better that it hurt. She wanted to convince him to be gentle,
and that it could feel just as good. But he had already broken her
into pieces, and now he could arrange them however he wanted.
Whenever, wherever, what position. It was all his choice.
Being
dominated by a man who is cold and unfriendly was humiliating but he
just felt so good. He wasn’t the most handsome man in the world,
and his body was odd. But when he used her, he used her very well.
She
let out a whimper as she came, a pathetic orgasm compared to the ones
she has had in the past few days.
She
was outside in the cool winter, shrouded by her petticoat. She heard
the sound of the patio door opening and closing, and turned to see
Goebbels.
“Would
you like a cigarette?” He asked.
“Yes,
thank you.” She said. He sure was paying a lot of attention to her.
She’s just a lowly secretary. But she knew what he wanted. Heydrich
could take what he wanted, but Goebbels had to work for it.
“I
was wondering,” he said, pausing to light her cigarette, and then
his, “how would you like to get dinner tonight? I think we didn’t
have nearly enough time to get to know each other.” He said,
looking at her.
She
took a long drag and stayed silent, looking at the ground.
Goebbels
exhaled smoke. “Are you afraid Heydrich will be angry with you if
you go to dinner with me?”
“Yes.”
She said. The smoke left her lips as she spoke.
He
looked at her like he was trying to stifle a laugh and shook his
head. “You know I am the Führer’s right hand man, correct? If
anything I’m the one with the most power over you in this
situation. Heydrich is a fool.”
Goebbels
grabbed her free hand and she looked at him, his eyes were shining
and his hand was warm.
“I
insist.” He said. His eyes conveyed something deep that she
couldn’t fully understand.
“Alright
then.” She relented. Was no even a word Dr. Goebbels had ever heard
before? Or should hear?
He
smiled and his eyes softened. “Perfect.” He said. “I will have
a driver pick you up at 8. What hotel are you staying at?”
“The
Kaiserhof.” She said.
“Perfect,
I will see you out.” She followed his path like a lost puppy,
unsure of where to go. He seemed very nice, albeit a bit unnerving.
Did he make all people feel like this? Or just women? Or just her?
“Where
are you going?” Heydrich stopped her in her tracks, glaring. He
said it so quietly but she felt as if the whole world had heard it.
She was in trouble. She began fidgeting with the hem of her skirt.
“I
was going to-”
“She
is going back to her hotel to rest and later going to go to dinner
with me.” Goebbels was right next to her immediately, and he was
too close. He stared pointedly at Heydrich. She felt sick.
Heydrich
hadn’t stopped looking at her. He looked at her for a long time.
“Fine.
But tomorrow you’re going to actually do some work.” And with
that he marched off. She watched him until he disappeared from her
sight.
She
looked around but it was as if the conversation had never happened.
No one was staring or whispering. Maybe they knew better.
“I
can have my driver drop you off at your hotel if you’d like.”
Goebbels said. She decided she had to draw the line somewhere.
“Thank
you but Herr Reichsprotektor actually has a driver for me. I will be
ready at 8 o’clock!” She threw her coat on and hurried down the
stairs, trying to ignore the fact that he was staring at her as she
left.
Bruno
was leaning on the car, smoking a cigarette. He lazily glanced over
at her when she came up to him. “It’s too early for you to leave,
little girl. I’m your boss’ chauffeur, not yours. What do you
want?” She wanted to snap, but she didn’t want to give him an
actual reason to be an ass, so she ignored it.
“I
need you to take me back to the hotel.”
“Why.”
More of a command than a question.
She
sighed. “Herr Goebbels wants to take me to dinner tonight, and I
have to leave now in order to buy an outfit. Because Herr Heydrich
didn’t give me time to pack. I also don’t want to ride with Herr
Goebbels because he’ll just try to sleep with me, either on the
ride to the hotel or he’ll find some way to worm himself into my
room.”
Bruno
took a drag of his cigarette. “The Doctor is looking over here at
you. Go ahead and ride with him. You could probably beat him to the
elevator, with that foot of his.” He cackled loudly at his own
joke.
She
stamped her foot in the snow. “This isn’t funny! Take me to the
hotel now!”
He
rolled his eyes and threw his cigarette to the ground. “Fine. Don’t
ask me for any more favors.”
4.
She
had run to the shops as quick as she could and picked out a simple
outfit. She hated wearing gloves but she knew it was considered
inappropriate to not. She threw her hair up in a twist and did her
makeup to look good but not stunning.
She
didn’t want to have sex with the doctor. Not at all. But it’s
hard to say no to a dinner invitation from one of the leading men of
the Reich. Maybe he’d be sweet and leave her alone, just pay for
her dinner and escort her home. She felt nervous.
She
saw a car pull up outside of the hotel. It was too impressive to be
anyone else’s other than Goebbels’.
She
made her way through the hotel and out to the car. The leather was
nice. The car was amazingly clean.
The
driver turned around and smiled at her. “You are meeting Goebbels,
yes?”
“Yes.”
He
nodded and turned his attention back to driving.
She
arrived at the restaurant to see two guards at the door. The cab
driver sped off. “Why do I have to enter the restaurant through the
back?” She asked. The guard looked down at her. He was tall.
“Herr
Goebbels enjoys his privacy. This is a private room. You should feel
lucky, now get inside.”
She
was surprised by the way he talked to her, but quickly went inside
the restaurant. Very high end by the looks of it. The host took her
gloves and coat for her, and another led her to the back room. She
felt awkward walking slowly to this table while the Doctor fondled
her with his eyes.
She
took her seat and he smiled at her. “You look beautiful.” He
said. She smiled in appreciation.
“Ma’am,
what would you like to drink?” The waiter asked her. Goebbels
interjected before she could answer. He looked away from the waiter
and to her. “What is your favorite, white or red wine?”
“I
prefer red.” She answered. She looked at the waiter. He was
handsome. He glanced at her quickly and looked away, smiling.
“I
will bring you our best bottle of red.” With that, she was left
alone with the Propaganda Minister.
“How
old are you?” He asked, studying her face.
“I
am 19.”
“How
long have you been working for Heydrich?”
“I
started working for him right before he was moved to Prague.”
Goebbels
made a sound in acknowledgement and clasped his hands together in
front of his face. “Do you like working for him?”
She
was silent for a moment. Being a secretary wasn’t her dream job but
it paid well, even if she hated and luster after her boss at the same
time. She had always wanted to be a fashion model, but you never saw
high end fashion advertisements across Germany. Just propaganda about
the importance of family and modesty for women. No makeup, no
fashion, no drinking, and no fun. Women just stayed at home and wore
those dreadful dirndls. She had decided on an answer.
“Yes,
I do. Very much. He may be quiet and not overly friendly but he
trusts me to do good work and I feel I get a live-able wage.” She
looked at him, trying to show kindness but at the same time the
composure of an elegant film siren.
Their
waiter poured the wine into their glasses and she stared at the red
liquid sloshing about as they were filled.
“Leave the
bottle.” The minister said. The waiter complied and left.
He
looked back at her with a smirk. “Don’t be coy, I can tell by the
way you wear your makeup and the way you dress and wear your hair
that you’d love to be an elegant woman.”
She
took a generous sip of wine to calm her nerves. She was waiting for
him to continue, saying something along the lines of “But German
women must not engage in vanity, and focus on marriage and raising a
family.” He surprised her, however.
“You
have the ability to be glamorous. You’re stunning, it’s unfair in
my eyes that you have to be a secretary. You should be a star.” She
noticed he finished all of his wine and poured another glass for
himself.
“Thank
you sir.” She tried to sound as genuine as possible, but the shower
of compliments was getting tiring.
He
look a long, slow sip of wine. “I’m glad you have such good taste
in wine. How does a young girl such as yourself acquire such a
taste?”
“My
father and mother are dedicated to only buying the highest quality
alcohol, my dad’s reasoning is that it would give him less of a
hangover.” They both laughed.
“You
know, I think Heydrich likes you very much.” Goebbels took her hand
into his and stroked it with his thumb, taking yet another sip.
“Oh…”
was all she could say. Why did that matter to him. “They don’t
call him ‘the blond beast’ for nothing.” He said, almost
sounding bitter.
“But
there are men out there who could take care of you.” He came and
sat beside her. She let out a small noise in surprise as he dragged
her onto his lap.
“My
marriage is not romantic anymore, and I am so lonely.” He continued
to fuss about his marriage and looked up at her. “You seem so sweet
and you are breathtaking.” She looked straight ahead. He had one
hand on her thigh and one that glided up her back and onto the back
of her neck. She shivered. “I could make you a star, you know. I
have the power. You are so much more satisfying for me to look at
than any ‘ideal aryan woman.’” He squeezed her thigh and she
put her legs together, tightly.
She
couldn’t move. She hated him. He was just like Heydrich but somehow
much worse. He slowly began to unbutton her blouse and reached into
her bra and pinched at one of her breasts. She whimpered. “Your
skin is so soft.” He sounded like a giddy school boy about to lose
his virginity.
He pulled down the cup of her bra and began to suck
desperately on the pink bud.
She
began to panic. “Ah! Please stop sir.” She attempted to push him
away. He gave her nipple a nip and she mewled in pain. Suddenly the
door opened. Luckily it was around a corner, and the adjutant stayed
where he was.
“Herr
Reichsminister.” He announced.
“What
do you want?!” He snapped.
“We
have received message that the Führer is looking for you and has
requested your presence at the Reichskanzlei immediately.”
Goebbels
sighed in annoyance. “Bring the car around.” She quickly
re-dressed herself and stood up. He walked over to her and placed a
kiss on her lips, much to her disgust.
“Well,
my love, we will have to continue this at another time, I have
covered the bill.” And with that he left.
The
handsome waiter from earlier strode in to clean up. “So, which
up-and-coming movie star are you?” He laughed.
She
rolled her eyes. “I’m not. I’m a secretary to a completely
different government official.”
He
shook his head. “Then how did you meet him?”
“He
saw me in the Chancellory and basically pressured me into a date.”
She huffed.
“Incredible.”
He came over to the table. “Man, the boss is gonna yell at me if
this wine isn’t finished.”
“Then
finish it with me.” She gave an impish grin.
He
sighed. “To hell with it, I’ll gladly join you.” He plopped
into a seat and nearly filled the glass to the brim and drank it
fast.
“Rough
day?” She asked.
“You
have no idea. We actually have a lot of officials come here and
they’re either assholes or fatasses, or both.” He raised his
hands over his head. “Don’t tell on me to anyone.”
She
laughed and took a big gulp of wine. “I definitely won’t.”
They
chatted for a bit, which she really enjoyed. He was cute and
interesting and funny and unfiltered. They finished the wine and felt
very relaxed.
There
was an eventual pause. She couldn’t help it anymore. She didn’t
know if it was the wine talking or her.
“Is
there any way you can lock this door?” She asked.
He
looked puzzled. “Yes, but why?”
She
smirked at him. “Because I think you’re very handsome and I’d
like to get to know you a little better.”
“Of
course.” He smiled at her and hurried over to the door, locking it.
As soon as he came close to her there were no words, only kisses. He
was so passionate and so sweet. He aggressively removed her bra and
blouse, groped her breast and bit her lip. She moaned.
He
lay her down on the floor, gently, and gets on top of her. She is his
prey and he is the wolf, kind but firm. He alternated between her
breasts, sucking on them. She moaned in pure bliss.
“Shh,”
he said, lips touching hers, “we can’t get caught.”
“I’m
trying, but you feel so good,” she said softly. Was that dirty talk
that just came out of her mouth? It felt empowering and arousing.
He
began to flatter her immensely. With his “your pussy feels so good”
and “I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk” it was violent
but he wasn’t. She loved it. They kissed and he thrusted into her,
and she felt the head of his penis hit her womb. She wrapped around
him tightly and he increased his tempo. She banged against the floor
in a steady rhythm.
“I’m
so close!” She moaned. She felt her muscles tighten and her vision
blurred as she enveloped his entire body in a vice grip. He kissed
her messily one last time and she felt his hot cum spill into her.
She wished this moment was endless.
She
slowly got dressed and he helped her up and walked her out. They both
got raised eyebrows and smirks from his coworkers and they left.
“Let
me call you a taxi.” He said.
He
gave her the last of his cigarettes as a thank you. In a few minutes
a cab pulled up and she sat down inside it. She felt sleepy. She
turned around and saw her temporary lover as he stared at her until
she could no longer see him.
5.
She
returned to her hotel room, ready for a shower and more importantly,
sleep. She pulled her keys out of her coat pocket. The jingling
sounded especially loud in the silent hallway. For some reason she
felt uneasy. She figured it was just fatigue. She opened her door and
turned around to lock it.
“Where
were you?” She jumped, and turned around to to see Heydrich sitting
in the plush chair of the main room. His face was red and he was
tightly gripping the armrests. His brow was furrowed and his teeth
gritted. She never imagined a man so cold could become so furious.
“I
told you I was with Herr Goebbels!” She whimpered.
He
got up from his chair and marched over to her. He got in her face
until their noses were touching.
“Really?
Because your dinner was at 8, and it’s now 11 o’clock. You came
home in a taxi rather than his car. I saw you get out of it from the
window!” He had raised his voice.
She
clutched herself, terrified of the man standing before her. “I… I
don’t know what to tell y-”
“You
let him fuck you, didn’t you?” The way he emphasized the word
“fuck” made him sound like a snarling hound.
“I
didn’t, I didn’t! I promise!” She was weeping now. “I just
stayed later at the restaurant. Please calm down, you’re scaring
me.”
He
ripped her coat and gloves off and threw her over his shoulder,
plopping her down on the soft, silky sheets of her bed.
He
ripped her brand new blouse off (another one destroyed by him) and
furiously threw her bra on the floor. He then pulled her skirt off.
Then shoes, stockings, and finally panties. Game over. He would see
the cum. He’d hurt her. She broke her promise.
He
looked at her underwear and then to her pussy as he roughly stuck two
fingers into her cunt, curling his fingers, making her whimper as he
roughly pulled them out. They were covered in semen.
“What
is this?” He said, in a voice filled with mock curiosity. She felt
like a dog who had been caught ripping open couch cushions.
“It’s
not Goebbels! He had to leave early for a meeting with the Führer.”
She admitted.
He
pulled out his handkerchief and wiped off his fingers, his face
portraying disgust.
“Then
who’s is it?”
She
had to be honest. “It was the waiter! I had sex with the waiter
after Herr Goebbels left.” She sobbed.
Heydrich
was silent for what felt like eons.
“Why?”
He asked.
“Because…”
she began, “because he was nice and he was very gentle when we were
having sex and it felt special! We are not exclusive, you and me. I
can do whatever I want!” She was trying her best to return his
ferocious, fearless gaze. She didn’t know if it was working.
He
was furious. She was his whore, not some lowly waiter’s. The anger
felt deeper than that. She tried to push him away.
“You
broke your promise.” He took her stained panties and shoved them in
her mouth. The taste of her arousal and the cute waiter’s semen
filled her mouth with a bitter taste.
He
clutched her chin in his hand. His eyes had trapped her gaze. She
could not look away. Everything melted away but him.
“Do
you know what happens to bad girls?” His voice was quiet but it
felt like it rang in her ears. She made a futile attempt to reason
with him, her mouth was gagged with her own underwear. He flipped her
over, and she felt the cool air on her backside. She shivered. She
heard a clinking noise. She was trying to guess what he was doing
until her ass was struck with what could only be leather. She
screamed in pain and struggled to get away. He held her down with the
most delicate yet the most rough pressure.
“Be
still, you dirty little slut.” He was seeing red. He was furious
that she would be stupid enough to go to dinner with Goebbels and be
desperate enough to sleep with a random waiter at a restaurant. She
had went back on her promise.
He
struck her again, and again, and again. Her face was now covered in
tears. She was screaming for him to stop.
He
let his belt fall to the floor and held her down with little effort.
He looked at her ass, now bright red. It would definitely hurt to sit
for a few days.
When
he thought about her having sex with that bastard waiter, his pants
tightened. There was something about seeing her being fucked by
another man that had awoken a pit of aroused rage in his stomach. His
jealousy only made him all the more hard. Why did he care, why make a
promise with her? The sex was supposed to be meaningless but when he
went to Salon Kitty earlier that night all he could think about was
her and how small and warm and innocent she was.
She
sniffled and tried to slow her breathing. Her hair was already a mess
and she could feel her makeup running. He flipped her over to face
him as he got on top of her. He wiped what remaining tears she had
away and gently stroked her brown locks. He placed his hand on the
underwear in her mouth.
“If
I take this off, you’d better not make a sound.” He said.
She
nodded and he pulled her own underwear out of her mouth and threw
them to the floor. She was completely silent.
He
fondled her breasts, and she sighed inwardly in relief. Maybe he was
done. Any pleasure was more enjoyable than the raw sting of a belt.
She felt like he had taken a part of her. She now had to be with him,
and do whatever he wanted. She felt that she’d be with no one but
him, forever. Intense passion and pain had combined and released her
of her innocence and shown her the world of sex.
“If
you’re a good girl, this is what you get.” He pulled out his dick
and stroked it himself a few times. He then took his missionary pose
and slowly slid his cock inside of her. She was wet and he knew her
snatch was coated in the cum of another man. It made him all the more
excited to fuck her, and show her who was boss.
She
felt his girth enter her and she moaned, forgetting about the pain in
her backside. He thrusted into her, pinching her breasts and looking
at her flushed face. She was gripping the sheets. His strokes were
slow and deep. She wrapped her hands around his neck and made him
lean down so she could kiss him. Since he was taking his time,
Heydrich was able to actually feel her. All of her cunt’s ridges
rubbed against him in a splendid way, and he felt how tight she
really was. His legs tingled when he had gone from her canal to her
womb, and how the threshold between the two areas was impeccably
tight and soft. She wrapped her legs around him tightly and arched
her back.
“I’m
so close.” She said, leaning in for a kiss. He suddenly pulled out
of her and she made a sound in protest. He left the room.
“What
are you doing?” She asked. No answer.
He
eventually came back with a cigarette in his mouth. He flipped her
over on her stomach again and forcefully shoved his dick inside her.
It was a shocking sensation, to be filled up immediately after being
empty, even for just a few seconds.
“I’m
not going to reward you for bad behavior, that was just an example of
how you’ll be treated if you follow my rules.” She heard the
lighter flip open and then heard it hit the floor with a thud. He
grabbed her hip and shoved her head onto the bed. “Stay still.”
He
began to fuck her incredibly fast, she was biting the sheets as to
not scream out, she was uncertain if it would be “oh God yes” or
“stop, it hurts” because the two had blended together.
She
felt a severe burning sensation on a small part of her back and
howled in pain. She tried to look back and see what he was doing but
he just forced her head back into the bed.
“Be
still, whore.” He said. It happened again, and again, and again.
The pain never dulled, it just got worse. She was sweating and
panting and he was quiet. The more she was burned, the closer she
came to toppling off the edge. It began to radiate through her whole
body. She felt like she was in hell. She felt something press against
her, much hotter than before. He pressed it into her with
considerable force, right into her tailbone. She gasped and tightened
around him, cumming too hard to even be able to make a sound. Her
eyes felt like they were going to nearly roll completely back into
her head. She felt the heat from the burn throughout every inch of
her body. She realized that he’d been using her back as an ashtray.
Heydrich
said something quick enough that she couldn’t catch it but grabbed
onto her hips for dear life. She could feel him filling her up to the
brim. A few more thrusts and he stood there for a minute, still
inside of her. He wiped his forehead and combed his hair into place
with his fingers as much as he could. After catching his breath, he
left her body and stepped away to look at her. He could see his semen
already leaking out. He had cum so much that his balls felt empty.
He
pulled her hair and made her stand up straight. No reaction; she was
exhausted.
“Who’s
pussy is this?” He said. It was so shocking to hear a man who was
so collected and composed say such vile things.
“Yours.”
She wanted to faint. Everything hurt. He had fucked her so hard and
so deep that her stomach ached.
He
said nothing as he tidied himself and left her hotel room.
She
weakly crawled up on the bed and tried to sleep. She shed a few
tears; she hurt and he was so mean.
6.
She
hadn’t been this sore since her first (and last) Pilates class. The
rays of the sun peeking through the slit in the red velvet curtains
burned especially bright in her eyes, and her legs felt itchy.
She
sighed in annoyance as she remembered how she had been left so full
of semen that it was spilling out of her. Her realization that her
back was dotted with cigarette burns and the ash had been scraped
across it filled her with rage. She realized now that he wasn’t
just a man who liked it rough. He was mean and crude. Behind that
stoic expression and those grey blue eyes was a sadistic pervert, a
jealous man who liked to prey upon young girls.
She
turned on the water and it splashed her back from the shower head.
She winced as the warmth irritated her back, but ignored it because
it felt so good everywhere else. She turned to face the shower head
and breathed in the steam as the warm water gently pounded her throat
and chest. A good sensation after being subjected to an hour of
torture the night before. She laughed to herself. Unknown to
Heydrich, he was playing with fire, and he’d gotten too close.
She’d make him regret it.
The
conference hall was bustling, this was the last meeting that was to
be held before Heydrich and his little secretary drove back to
Prague. He walked into the room just as she finished setting up his
things, just how he liked it. She avoided looking at him at all. He
grimaced inwardly at her poutiness, telling himself how he’d rather
see her big dolly eyes. She walked past him without a word; the brush
of her shoulder made him uneasy. It was hard to make the
Obergruppenführer feel anything but confident and sound in himself.
Much
to his own annoyance, he turned his head and watched her walk out.
The poison dwarf himself had appeared out of seemingly nowhere and
was chatting up a storm with her. She was giggling like young girls
do when Goebbels flirts with them. Why hadn’t she ever tried to
chat with him like that? Well, he never tried to really talk to her,
but still. His stomach felt full but he hadn’t even eaten
breakfast.
She
was dying inside as Goebbels got so close to her. The aroma of the
cologne on his collar and nicotine on his breath reminded her of some
sleazy mobster. But making Heydrich even more jealous made her feel
satisfied.
“So,
our evening last night got interrupted. Would you like to come to my
home here in Berlin? Like I said, you have the potential to be a
star. We could discuss some business opportunities over wine.” She
could tell he was trying not to let his thin lips curl up into a
twisted smile. His gaze was intense. She felt sweaty, kicking herself
for trying this. Now she had to say yes to Goebbels again and this
time have no choice but to have sex with him.
A
big, meaty hand glimmering with rings set itself firmly on his
shoulder, making him jump. Goebbels’ head snapped back and he
scowled.
“Joseph,
leave the poor girl be. She’s obviously got work to do.” She
recognized that voice. It was Göring! She looked up at him and
swallowed. Goebbels had turned back to her and tried his best to not
look annoyed.
“If
you are still here by the end of this meeting, let me know if you can
join me.” He grasped her hand and smiled, letting go and then
taking his seat. She looked at Göring again and he gave her a wink.
“Thank
you, Reichsmarshall.” She smiled. How sweet of him.
“Not
at all, now, hurry along and do whatever Heydrich needs of you.”
She nodded and walked out.
She
looked at her feet as she walked down the hall. She had placed an
extra paper at the bottom of Heydrich’s stack. A letter of
resignation. She was finished maybe she could be a model and move
back to Berlin. Maybe she’d only have to sleep with Goebbels once.
Maybe-
She
felt her face hit something sturdy, cushioned with expensive fabric.
She pulled away. It was brown. She looked up to apologize to whoever
it was and gasped, absolutely terrified.
She
jumped back from him. “Mein Führer! I am so sorry! It was an
accident! I-”
“Why
are you wearing rouge?” His voice was different from the shrieking
cry he gave when delivering his speeches. It was deep and dark. It
was very nice. His eyes were a captivating blue, just like everyone
said.
“I…
I just thought…” she didn’t know what to say. She knew it
wasn’t okay. Her hair was curled too. Shit. Her first impression
was a horrible one and she’d probably never get the chance to make
a second one.
He
gently touched her cheek. “You are young and beautiful, do not
depend on such material things.” Her face was hot and she knew he
could feel it. He was not smiling but there was something in his eye.
To be touched by the Führer in such an intimate way, many women
would weep in hysterics.
“Yes
sir.” She said. She was quiet. Not frightened but not ecstatic
either. The world melted around her and she felt the soft rug beneath
her shoes vividly. She was breathing hard and quiet.
He
gave her a quick, cordial smile and walked away. She just stood there
for a moment, listening as his loafers tapped upon the floor,
sounding hypnotically rhythmic. She tried to snap herself out of it
and walked quickly, almost clumsily down the stairs. She had to go
back to the apartment. She didn’t want to be out in the open. She
still felt where his hand had rested, her cheek stinging as if he had
slapped her. She was reminded of how close she was to these
prominent, important men and it almost frightened her.
Her
hands trembled as she unlocked the door to her hotel room. She
checked the clock, ticking away upon the wall. 11:00 am. She decided
to have some tea and calm herself.
Her
mind lingered from the Führer’s electric touch to Heydrich. Would
he barge into her room again, raging like a madman, having his way
with her until he broke her pelvis, or would he simply leave without
her, never contacting her again? She was stressed, she needed sleep.
She walked over to the bed and removed everything but her underwear.
She paused, remembering the Führer’s words. She walked to the
bathroom and rinsed off her face and looking in the mirror. She was
flushed, her eyes welling up with tears. She was sick of this. She
wasn’t happy. She decided she had done the right thing by
resigning. She braided her hair and felt 14 again, untouched by
vanity and the desire for glamour. She slowly walked back to the bed,
slipping in between the sheets. She closed her eyes and fell asleep,
hoping not to be awoken by a raging general who treated her like
property.
She
awoke to dull, orange light filling the room. She realized it was
evening time. 7:00 p.m., the clock read. She sat there and wondered
if it had been the anxiety or actual tiredness that had coaxed her to
sleep for so long. She realized what the late evening meant. Heydrich
was gone to Prague. She was free, but it felt empty; pointless. She
still felt not quite herself. Alcohol would fix that. She wandered
into the living room, hoping to find a glass of brandy, still in her
underwear, feeling the warmth of the fireplace fill her with comfort.
Wait,
the fireplace? She hadn’t lit the fireplace. Why was it-
He
didn’t need to say anything. She knew. She turned to
see him sitting on the couch, legs crossed and looking right at her.
Upon the coffee table sat a bottle of wine, already half empty,
Heydrich holding another glass in his hand. There sat a glass, empty,
beside his. Heydrich’s eyes were glazed over, almost lazy. He was
drunk and looked pitiful.
“You
slept for a long time.” He slurred, pointing at her in a half-assed
way with his glass, nearly spilling some
“What
are you doing here? Why haven’t you gone back to Prague? I quit,
did you not see the paper?” She was furious and scared. A tall,
broad-chested, impatient and jealous man sat before her, alcohol in
his system and influencing his decisions. She was scared she might
die.
“I
did. I’m not angry. I understand.” She didn’t say anything,
just looking at him. He sighed and motioned for her to sit beside
him. She did, not knowing why. Why did he have such a hold on her?
She
inhaled his wine stained breath as it mixed with his cologne. She saw
as he poured her a glass of the wine he had been indulging in for
what she guessed was quite a while.
“Drink
this.” She took a sip and the warm sweetness filled her mouth and
kissed her throat as it splashed into her stomach. She still felt a
bit tired.
“What
does it feel like?” He asked, looking at her. Waiting. She furrowed
her brow. Feel like? What did he mean?
“It
tastes sweet.” She answered simply, hoping in his drunken stupor he
would accept the answer. He set his wine glass down.
“No,”
he said gently, moving closer, turning her chin to face him. “What
does it feel like?”
Their noses touched.
“Well…”
she felt a tingle in her stomach. Was it the wine or him? “It
tastes warm and deep. It tastes like you feel before you fall
asleep.” He brought his lips to hers, not kissing, they simply
grazed one another as his spoke onto her mouth. “I like that.” It
was a simple reply but it said something that she understood. He
didn’t have to elaborate. She gazed into his piercing grey eyes,
the intensity dampened by drink. She grabbed his hand and led him to
the bedroom, shedding her underwear and laying beneath the covers.
She
closed her eyes as she heard him unbutton his uniform. His hot wine
breath tickled her neck as he kissed her so irresistibly gently, his
erection pressing against her stomach and making it slick with
precum.
“Come
back with me.”
7.
She
heard a knock at the door. She thought it might be housekeeping so
she returned her attention to the sleeping man before her. She
remembered the night she had spent with her boss and cringed
inwardly. When he finally climaxed he kissed her and cried out the 3
words she never thought she’d hear from him. He had no problem with
it and fell asleep quickly, wrapping his arms around her in a grip
she could not wiggle out of. Annoyed, she fell asleep herself,
sticking together with him in sweat.
Housekeeping
knocked again. She nudged Heydrich hard to wake him, but he just
mumbled something and turned over, finally letting her go. She got up
and put her silk robe on and went to answer the door. It opened to a
grinning Goebbels with flowers in his hand. She wanted to punch him
in the face so badly.
“Good
morning, my dear.” He paused to look her up and down. “May I come
in?” Both their eyes widened as Heydrich mumbled something from the
other room.
“What
was that?” He asked. “Nothing! Just give me one minute please.”
She gave an unconvincing grin and slammed the door on him.
She
ran over to the bed and jumped on Heydrich, waking him. She pulled
him up and pushed him off the bed. “My head…” He groaned.
“Goebbels is here, hide in the bathroom!” She pushed him, hard.
He fell to the floor with a thud and griped to her. “Shut up and
stay here until I say to come out!” She slammed the bathroom door,
shaking the wall, and returned to Goebbels and smiled. “Come in.”
She said. He walked over to the couch and sat down and she joined
him. He handed her a bouquet of roses and she smiled. “Thank you.”
She said, setting them down. They looked at expensive. She didn’t
care.
He
didn’t hesitate. He quickly snapped her head toward his and stuck
his sharp tongue in this mouth, wrapping his arms around her,
squeezing her buttocks. He was surprisingly strong for his size, she
cried out in his mouth and tried to move away but couldn’t escape
his grip. He pulled away and began to kiss her neck and untie her
silk robe. “Don’t push me away, I can give you anything you want.
You are stunning.” She couldn’t help but let her anger show. “Get
off of me, you pathetic little rat!” His arms went slack and he
pulled back to stare at her, shocked at being spoken to that way. She
slapped him across the face and pushed him to the ground, standing
over him, naked and livid.
“You
little cunt,” she said, “do you think it’s okay to grab women
whenever you want? The other girls may be too scared to tell you no
but I’ve had it.” She kicked him in the crotch and he cried out,
covering his manhood and attempting not to cry.
“What’s
going on?” She turned to face Heydrich; he had overcome his
hangover quickly, fully dressed and clean, hair slicked back and
glistening with water. She guessed he had taken a soldier’s shower,
brisk and thorough.
She
pointed at the man before her, still on the ground. “He made a move
on me so I showed him the consequences.” Heydrich scowled. He was
jealous. Again.
He
walked over and picked Goebbels up off of the ground and threw him on
the couch. He attempted to save face. “How dare you. I’m the
Reichminister, you’ll regret this.” He choked out through his
pain. Heydrich let out a short laugh. “How pathetic, having to
force yourself on women. I can’t believe you’ve had 6 children
with Magda. Is your cock even long enough for your semen to reach the
womb? Lida is probably much happier now, probably fucking some other
man who’s much, much bigger.” His secretary’s eyes widened,
he’d never said anything that lengthy in her entire time working
for him.
Goebbels
made a sound like he was trying to say something. “I-”
“Shut
up.” The blonde said, getting in the Reichminister’s face. He
turned to grab his secretary by the arm, so hard she thought she
would bruise. He also grabbed the dwarf again, slamming him on the
wood on his back. He turned to quickly rub her clitoris, in order to
get her wet. She realized he was trying to get her wet. “Stop!”
She felt a mixture of embarrassment and arousal, but his trick was
working.
He
picked her up and placed her on Goebbels’ upper chest, her ass
resting on his lapels and his tie. The fabric felt nice. He divided
her legs and took the Reichminister’s head and smashed his mouth
against her cunt. The blonde beast held it there, and Goebbels
couldn’t help but taste her and moan as he lapped up her wetness.
He was very good but she couldn’t bare to look. Heydrich pulled his
head away. “Does it taste good?” He hissed. Goebbels lower face
was covered in her juices, they shined on his skin and ran down his
chin. “Yes.” He panted, and moved to continue but Heydrich held
him down.
“That’s
all you get, you little bitch. Don’t move or I’ll kill you.”
Goebbels gulped at the intimidating man before him, as incredibly
imperfect as him yet so much more vicious and confident. Goebbels was
short with a club foot and not all that attractive. Heydrich’s face
was asymmetrical and harsh, he was cursed with wide hips and a large
buttocks, not helped by his not-so-slim stomach and fatty pectoral
muscles. He didn’t understand how this gorgeous girl resting on his
chest could let him fuck her.
Heydrich
picked up where Goebbels left off and moaned loudly as he slurped her
licked and sucked her, worshipping her like the gorgeous princess she
was. All Goebbels could do was smell her essence and his heart broke
in two as he lay there, feeling her snatch’s juice mix with the
superior man’s spit and tickle his neck with its warmth. He was
reminded of how inferior he truly was and some kind of shameful,
disturbing arousal was stirred within him as he watched a beautiful
girl being stolen from him by a man he could destroy with a single
phone call.
She
began to moan more frequently and loudly as she came closer to
climaxing. Goebbels had thought about this for days, stroking his own
cock in the dead of night as he thought of slowly inserting it into
her, hearing her soft cries and feeling her warm, wet, tight, and
bewitching cunt steal his soul temporarily as he fucked her, filling
her with his seed. He had thought of her moaning his name as he dove
between her thighs, feeling her soft pubic hair tickle his cheeks and
telling her how good she tasted and how naughty and beautiful she
was. He realized that as long as Heydrich had her wrapped around his
finger this was as close as he could get and it made him want to die
and cum at the same time.
She cried out some sort of perverted
praise to God as she came, sitting upon his chest, her wetness
squirting out with an arousing intensity that he had not seen so far
and heard her make an almost harmonic sound, like a young girl in a
Catholic choir.
He
was sprayed with her liquid womanhood, and it made him recall what he
wrote as a young boy. “Eros awoke,” his diary said. Eros had
awoken again, as this girl was just how he liked. Young, brunette,
with rich brown eyes and an irresistible body, he felt so sinful for
even being able to observe her cunt. Goebbels was not religious in
any sense of the word, but if all he had to do to fuck her was
believe in God he would do it with no hesitation.
“Beautiful,
isn’t she?” Heydrich asked him. He seemed like he was just
verbalizing his thoughts rather than looking for an answer.
Regardless, Goebbels agreed. She was beautiful in every sense of the
word. He saw Heydrich’s lips curl into a nasty, cruel smile. “I’ll
give you ten minutes,”
the blonde said, “ten minutes to fuck
her, and if you can’t make her cum I’ll punish you severely. So
you better give it all you’ve got.”
She
didn’t care anymore; being paid attention by two of the most
powerful men of the Reich felt so liberating, arousing, and sexy.
Goebbels gently took her off of him and moved her like a doll, gently
onto her knees. She felt so beautiful.
“I’m
so pretty, aren’t I, Joseph?” She asked. She called him by his
first name. He felt so close to her, his cock pressing against her,
hugged by both of the cheeks of her ass, so warm and sweet. “Yes.”
Was all he could manage to say. She giggled, sticking her ass up in
the air like some kind of dirty farmer’s daughter, being fucked in
the barn as her father worked in the field.
Heydrich
made an adjustment to the instructions. “This is the only one you
can have.” He said, shoving the Reichminister’s dick onto her
anus, the head pressing against the pink, puckered skin. She cried
out at the contact but also at the idea of him inserting it into her
asshole of all places, something only homosexuals do.
“I
have all the documents from Salon Kitty. If you enjoyed “lesbian
displays” you’ll enjoy such debauchery as this, no?“ The
sensation of Heydrich grabbing his cock in his rough, calloused hands
felt wrong. His own hands were soft and manicured, reminding him of
how useless he was as a soldier, and why he had the position he did.
The firmness of Heydrich’s grip also aroused him in a shameful way.
Goebbels began to leak precum more fervently at even being able to
insert himself into her in any hole of hers. “Please.” Was all
she said. Was that a request or a denial? Goebbles felt too horny to
be proud, like a grimy pub crawler desperate for any sort of soft
touch from a young girl. Heydrich said nothing, but both his
secretary and Goebbels could feel his smirk. It aroused them both.
“Just
be gentle.” Heydrich said for her. Goebbels nodded and wet his hand
with his own saliva, wiping it across her anus. He noticed how clean
it was, considering what it was for. She gave a small sigh, shifting
slightly forward in a shameless attempt to aid him in entering her.
He
pressed against the tight hole slightly, with her whimpering softly
like a child fearing heir first spanking. He hesitated. Did he really
want to do this? If it got out that he was a sodomite the Führer
would be furious when – not if – he found out. His lack of concern
overrode his logic. He slowly pressed into her as she cried out. He
felt a sense of pride as he assumed it was because of his size and
began to insert himself more quickly. Her eyes welled with tears as
she shamefully asked for him to go more slow.
“It’s
not because you have a big cock.” Heydrich told him in his ear. The
reminder resonated within his brain. It only made him harder and more
determined to fill her asshole with his hot cum like the naughty girl
she was.
She
cried out as he furthered his insertion inch by inch, and he couldn’t
help but tell her how tight she was as he continued to insert
himself. He felt his face get warm as Heydrich laughed. “So
desperate to fuck her that you would sodomize her, Herr
Reichminister? How pathetic.”
Goebbles
eventually had himself all the way in, and began to thrust. Hard.
Heydrich jerked his head back when she cried out that it hurt and for
him to be more careful. “Be gentle, or else.”
Heydrich said.
Goebbels
noted how mindful the police chief was of his secretary, such a
simple job she had, but he was blessed with such a beautiful girl to
do paperwork for him. The lowly dwarf felt so self conscious and
jealous as he thought of how he would give anything for such a
succulent woman as his secretary. He would give her jewels, gowns,
anything she could possibly want.
He
returned to the task at hand, going slow and being gentle. His cock
wasn’t exactly short but it wasn’t especially long either. Her
ass didn’t try to expand too much so he felt trapped inside of her.
He was ashamed, being this desperate, but he couldn’t pull out,
this would be the only chance he’d ever have with her.
Her
wincing turned into moaning as she became used to the Reichminister’s
cock inside of her and he went faster. She had never experienced anal
sex before and it felt very wrong but very, very good. Heydrich got
up and moved himself to kneel before her face, pulling her chin up to
kiss her. She stroked his inner thighs gently, causing him to flinch.
The young girl unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard dick.
Goebbels suddenly felt self conscious. Heydrich’s manhood had such
an enviable girth and length, compared to himself, average at best.
Goebbles
watched with an almost childlike fascination as she took it into her
mouth. She hit the base of the General’s cock immediately and he
bit his lip. No way he was going to moan in front of the pathetic
propagandist. Goebbels was weak and bent over to trail kisses down
her back. Heydrich’s eyes were closed and his face lifted upwards
to the ceiling. She shifted her position to look back at Goebbels and
her expression reminded him of the sultry women in the blue films he
watched in private. She was grinning like a devil around Heydrich’s
cock. He wanted to kiss her so badly.
Her
boss grabbed her by her hair and snapped her head back to him, and
she gave a small, muffled cry. Goebbels was close, but he held
himself together, wanting to cum at the same time as Heydrich, lest
he be shamed even more. Heydrich didn’t notice as he wrapped his
arm around her, his long fingers rubbing her cunt. Her legs shook
from the cock in her mouth and the one in her ass, sending an
electric shock up and down her spine. Those paired with his
masturbation of her caused her to cum again, gripping Heydrich’s
dark green trousers.
He
felt a flood of her wetness coat his hand and run down his arm. He
quickly brought his fingers to his mouth and slurped them, she tasted
strong. The flavor and the pressure he felt finally made him
ejaculate, making sure to spill every last drop into her ass, leaving
some kind of memento to prove that yes, he did fuck this horny slut.
Goebbels pulled out of her, and sat beside Heydrich on the couch,
watching her profile bob up and down on his dick. After a few
minutes, Heydrich came, gritting his teeth and grabbing her soft
brown hair. He pulled out and the pop sound it made rang it Goebbels’
ears like church bells.
Semen
spilled out of her mouth and dripped down her chin and onto her
breasts as she gasped for air. “Don’t swallow.” He said, and
she nodded. Goebbels slowly reached out to stroke her hair, Heydrich
did not stop him.
“Kiss
her.” Goebbels almost did, but stopped and turned to the blonde
devil. “She has to swallow first.” Heydrich looked at him and
scowled. “No,” he barked, “kiss her. Now. This is your only
chance.” Goebbels’ lip quivered as his mouth bent into a
disgusted pout. She had her mouth wide open, waiting for him to
insert his tongue.
He
gulped and reached over to cup her face in his hands and she sighed
softly, crawling over and kneeling before him. He tilted her head up
and brought his lips to hers, showering her with messy, open mouthed
kisses. Heydrich’s cum leaked into his mouth and he silenced a gag
when he tasted the viscous, salty fluid. She inserted her soft, warm
tongue into his small mouth and he shivered as the cum went down his
throat. This was the first time she returned his eagerness. He told
himself to ignore the taste and focus on how hot her breath was and
how soft her lips were.
Heydrich
let out a cruel cackle, trying to to hide his billy goat laugh.
Goebbels whimpered and wished the circumstances were different. She
pulled away, leaving a string of semen and saliva stuck to his lip.
“Did it taste good?” She stifled a laugh and covered her mouth.
It took everything within the propaganda minister not to cry.
He
was lost in her amber eyes, fascinated by her beauty and pained by
her mockery. He’d never met such a young girl who could be so mean.
He hoped to someday see her again.
He
felt a large hand pick him up with ease and take him to the door,
dropping him on his feet. The contact with the wood floor made him
wince as pain radiated from his club foot. He was reminded of how
repulsive he was.
The
door swung open and Heydrich threw him out, his head hitting the
floor with a thud. He heard the door slam and got up on his feet,
stumbling down the hallway. His foot began to hurt more as he heard
her hysterical laughter from the hotel room.
8.
“Is
he big?”
She
groaned and rolled her eyes, her mouth hanging open to reveal a bite
of the berry-filled crêpe she was trying hard to enjoy.
“Really,
Karla, do you need to know that? Why does it matter?”
Karla
scoffed and threw her hands up melodramatically, typical of her.
“I’m
your friend, we’re in Paris getting drunk with the money Heydrich
gave you. Which was a lot, by the way.”
The
secretary swallowed, frowning. She remembered when he had handed her
a stack of money after she had stopped at his home to join his family
for dinner.
“Here
is your paycheck,” he had said loudly, making sure Lina could hear
him from the porch, “please take a short vacation time to enjoy
yourself.”
Lina
had done nothing but scowl at the young girl working for her husband
the whole time she was there.
Karla
quickly asked another question.
“Have
you had sex with any other officials?” She whispered.
The
secretary shook her fists and cursed at her friend in German,
dropping her fork down on the plate with a clang. She felt the stares
of the SS men and confused Parisians all over her body. The unwelcome
memory of Herr Goebbels in her ass didn’t help.
“No,”
she said. It was a lie, but Karla didn’t need to know. The
secretary loved her dearly, but she could be a blabber mouth. Karla
let out a hearty laugh.
“Good,
I knew you weren’t that much of a slut.” She said.
They
chattered about frivolous things, clucking like hens, as women did.
Heydrich’s secretary (mistress, now?) looked at her expensive watch
and frowned.
“Let’s
get going.” She said. Karla began to fuss as she hadn’t gotten
her fill of flirtation with the pretty young men who had been eyeing
them during their meal at the café. Ignoring it, the secretary
dragged her to her new, personal driver, and they rode back to
Prague, where Karla took a ride back to Berlin. Giving her friend a
goodbye hug, the secretary watched as she rode away on the cobbled
streets, sighing.
‘Maybe
I should learn Czech,’ she thought to herself, ‘I am very
lonely.’
Flowers.
He
had sent her fucking flowers. To the office, no less.
She
sighed. What a strange man Goebbels was. Roses. Heydrich had seen
them lying atop her desk when he arrived, impeccably on time to the
office.
“Ever
the hopeless romantic.” He scoffed. She could tell he was jealous
and it gave her a sort of glee. She wanted so desperately to control
him. So desperately to control his emotions and in turn her own.
“Yes,”
she said, “I like your money much more.” She gave him a grin,
emphasized by her merlot-colored lips. He allowed her to be vain and
wear cosmetics, much to the disdain of the other women in the office.
He
approached her desk and bent down, tracing the shape of her lips with
his thumb, sliding it into her warm, wet mouth. He tasted of salt and
cigarettes. He smoked rarely. It meant he was stressed.
“What
a whore you are,” he said. It was the truth. What else could a
woman be who was fucking a married man but a whore?
If
being a whore meant money and gifts, so be it. She rose from her
chair and slid her underwear down, tossing it to him. He caught it
and looked at her.
“Over.
Now.”
She
complied and came around to the front of his desk, bending over and
grinding her already slick cunt against his abrasive erection. It
gave her a sense of pride at how easy getting him hard was.
She
heard the clanking of his belt as he undid it, and the sound of the
unzipping of his trousers sent a shiver through her.
He
quickly slid into her without hesitation and she covered her own
mouth to muffle a weak cry of contentment as he stretched her. He
quickly began to pound away at her, his large hands clasped onto her,
one on her fleshy hip and one on her dark hair. The desk shook and
her typewriter thrummed against the table as he fucked her.
Her
vision blurring, she stared at the roses on her desk, a stain of red
in her eyes, as they trembled with each thrust. She grinned behind
her hand, thinking of the pathetic man she had let fuck her only two
weeks prior.
Heat
filled her body as she came silently, her boss letting a silent gasp
betray his composure as she tightened around him. She felt his hand
that gripped her hair tremble as he silently released his
frustrations inside her, filling her with his thick, disgusting,
putrid, adulterous cum. Some part of this sin was so wonderful.
He
pulled out and she turned around, watching him shove her underpants
in his pocket.
She
pulled her skirt down and he pulled a handkerchief from his lapel,
wiping his large forehead, cleaning the gleaming sweat off of it.
“Sit
down, and type what I am about to dictate.” He said, almost as if
what just happened didn’t happen.
She
complied. As the typewriter dinged with each stroke of her manicured
fingers, she felt his cum slowly spill out of her, creating glue
between her thighs and upon the chair.
‘This
will definitely stain,’ she said to herself.
–
She
was at her apartment, alone. She had gulped down a few drinks and
looking at her Czech language book, struggling to make sense of the
language. It was hard to learn Czech sober, but learning it drunk was
a whole new level of difficult.
She
was bored and angry. She decided to ring up her boss. The phone rang
four times – or was it five? She was too drunk to count. She heard
the click as the phone was picked up.
“Hello?”
The voice asked. A man. Her boss, probably (hopefully.)
“I’m
bored,” she slurred, “come over and fuck me.”
He
laughed.
“You
would like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,”
she spat, rocking back and forth in her chair. She was so, incredibly
drunk. On the alcohol his allowance paid for.
“Where
do you live?” He asked. She raised an eyebrow.
Nevertheless,
she gave him the address. Maybe he forgot, even though he wasn’t a
man that forgot things. A pause hung in the air.
“I’ll
be there soon.” He whispered.
The
line went dead. She clumsily put the phone back in it’s resting
place, and lit a cigarette; waiting.
15
minutes later a knock came at the door. She opened it to find a man
who looked like Reinhard. But why was he wearing glasses? His hair
wasn’t slicked back as normal. She decided she was seeing things.
She was turned on and drunk. At this point it didn’t matter how he
looked. She just wanted to be fucked.
He
let himself in and she shut the door. She turned to face him.
“Well,”
He said, removing his jacket and tie, “are we doing this or not?”
“We
are,” she said. He strode towards her, the pounding of his boots
against the floor being especially loud, and wrapped his arms around
her, moving in for a kiss.
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