The Love of Ownership

WARNING: This is a Nazi uniform fetish chapter. If this offends you, then skip it. otherwise, enjoy!

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When I awoke, Master was gone. It didn't surprise me though, because on Wednesdays Master had a morning meeting with certain executives. He hated getting up that early, but the executives wouldn't do it any other time. However, uncommon for these mornings, I found a note lying on his pillow.

“Under the bed is a box, you are to wear what's in it.” I read the note, hearing His voice as if he was saying it to me directly. I did as he commanded, pulling a series of random clothes out, as I looked at them curiously. The clothes didn't match in any way but I accepted his command. I didn't need to leave the house today so no one would know about this outfit. I went about my chores for the day, wondering why master wanted me dressed this way. He didn't have to explain himself, but this situation was quite odd for me.

It was half past seven when I finally heard something at the door, at first I was excited, then I realized that the voice on the other side of the door was not Master's regular voice, nor was it one I had ever heard before, in fact, if I didn't know that Master was obsessive about keeping his keys on him at all times, I would say it was someone else coming through that door. Especially since the one coming through the door was speaking German. He turned to me and spoke loudly “Was ist das?” I turned in confusion. “Zigeuner?” I recognized the word and stopped cold. I now understood the way I was dressed, and seeing what Master was wearing, I knew what was to come. The officer's cap and leather trench coat was recognizable anywhere. I was a gypsy and Master was a Nazi officer, here to rape the gypsy before dragging her off. I balked in fear, dropping into character. Master and I had talked about role playing before, and we had already decided on safe words, so I just let myself fall into character.

The Nazi stormed over and grabbed me by the hair, throwing me to the floor “Heute bin ich glücklich.” His accent was perfect, He had obviously been practicing for this night. Tearing off my shirt he eyed my breasts greedily, grabbing one of them roughly as he pulled his throbbing shaft from his pants. Climbing atop me he took my head and forced my mouth onto his member. With little regard to my well being, the Nazi force fucked my mouth, causing me to gag and moan. I wasn't normally a fan of rough play, but when I saw that striking uniform, it became okay. As he became close to orgasm, he pulled out and slid me across the tile floor, bringing his rod to my barely wet entrance. Caring little, he slammed into me, causing me to scream out in a combination of pain and pleasure. Raping me roughly, the Nazi quickly came to orgasm, his seed filling me. Still in character, I begin to cry, my brain falling to the thoughts of one in this situation. My innocence taken by a cruel Nazi officer, I was not certain of what to do. He gets up, wiping his prick off on my face, then he pulls out two pairs of handcuffs, one he puts on me the other he uses to latch me to the table leg. Unable to even hold my head up, I lay there still crying, waiting for it to end, but the Nazi just gets up and walks upstairs, muttering to himself. He then goes into the bathroom and begins to wash his hands, then I hear a thud as a body hits the floor. “Ah!” I snap out of character for a moment as I worry that master had hurt himself. Then I hear him talking

“That'll teach you, Nazi scum.” His voice loud and arrogant.

I fall back into character, realizing that master was fine. “Ohh... help.” I whimper softly, easily fading into my distressed persona.

I hear a shuffling as I look towards the bathroom, however from my vantage point nothing is visible. Then I see my master at the top of the stairs, now dressed in a US Army outfit from the era.

Seeing me below, he runs down the stairs at epic speeds, and quickly kneels next to me. “Private Miller, U.S. Army First Battalion, I'm here to rescue you.” he then pulls the Nazi's keys from his belt pouch, unlocking my wrists and carrying me up the stairs. He sets me down gently on the bed and strokes my hair. “Are you alright miss?”

I nod slowly “I... I think so, thank you for rescuing me.”

“Always a pleasure to serve, madam.”

“I... Can I repay you...” I whisper the words softly.

“There's no need for that. I'm just doing my job.”

I ignore his statement, with his face as close as it is, it takes little effort at all to wrap my arms around him and pull him into a deep kiss, my tongue slipping into his mouth, both of us moaning softly before its over.

I look the soldier in the eye, seeing masters caring face in its depths. “Please sir, I... I have a request.”

He looks at me curiously. “Whatever you wish.”

“That... that man, he... he raped me...” I begin to cry again, for effect, “Will you... Will you make love to me? I want to believe that the baby inside me is a hero's baby, not a monster's.”

His face lightens, then darkens, then lightens again. “If that is what you wish.”

I nod slowly.

He kisses my lips gently, slowly at first, trying to gain a grasp of what is about to happen. Then he begins to stroke my body, similar to our first time. He's playing a virgin! The realization pops into my head as he clumsily kisses my neck, seemingly unable to get his pants off.

I assist with the button, then slowly pull his shaft out from inside.

“Ohhh...” He moans softly as I guide him into me.

“Please” I whisper softly.

He answers my request, by gently pushing into me. Our moans are in sequence as he begins a simple yet unsteady rhythm. He moans loudly as he thrusts.

“oh, I'm inside you... and I don't even know your name...” his mind seems to be reeling, at this rate, he wont be able to preform, so I take his head and whisper huskily into his ear

“My name is Amara”

He moans softly before replying “Krys...”

I moan it out loud for him to hear. “Ohhh Krys! Krys, oh god, Krys. Krys, you feel so good, I'm gonna...”

He moans loudly before stopping deep inside me. Knowing he's on the verge, I moan loudly and cum, my orgasm bringing him into his.

He collapses against me, breathing heavily before gasping for air as he says “Cut. That's a wrap.”

I giggle at our phrase that a scene has ended, but I felt it was very fitting.

“Oh, Master, that was amazing.” I take his hand in mine.

“I'm glad you liked it. I spent a lot of time prepping it.” his wiry smile making me glow slightly. My face blushing lightly.

“Where did you learn German, or get these costumes.” I asked, having wondered the whole time.

“Yours I got from a thrift shop, and mine were both from a production of 'The Sound of Music' that Tara put on last year.”

“I see... and the German?”

“I worked with Kurt, he's a linguist you know.”

“That's right.” I nuzzle into his chest, suddenly very tired.

“Alright, beautiful. It's time for bed.”

I whisper my agreement before curling up and falling asleep almost immediately.