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“Hnnn...nn...n-no-ooo...i-it hurts!...”
“Mmm...does that feel good, liebling...? I knew it would. Such a little whore, aren't you? Come on, say it.”
You shivered as he pressed the cold leather whip under your chin to raise your teary face, forcing you to look up at him. His bare upper torso would be enough to give any girl a nosebleed by the sheer sight of it alone, however, the manner in which you found yourself in this predicament was not how you intended it to be. No matter how true it was you were attracted to him physically, it was never what you sought or truly desired in a relationship. You always thought you would find a man that wanted to be with you who was nice looking on the inside and outside.
But how could things have ended up this badly for you...? And in such a short time...??
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Flashback ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
“Mom...? Dad...? Are you home?”
You had just been dropped off from school by your new ride, and walked into the living room to see someone had your suitcases, prepacked and ready, for you. That's when you saw your parents walk in with two men – one none other than Lutz himself, who had magically disappeared after school earlier as you recalled, but now you had an idea where to at least.
But the question was...why?
Everyone had their eyes on you.
Your mother was in tears, sobbing. Your father held an unemotional expression, very typical of him. The other man appeared impatient, and Lutz was smirking proudly.
The first person to speak was your mother.
“_______________! I-I'm—We're so, so sorry...there were things we couldn't tell you, w-we just wanted you to live happy! That's how we...b-but...” You blinked in fear and confusion as she broke out into a fresh wail of tears.
That's when your father intervened for her, not even willing to look at you directly as he spoke. “Your mother and I owed a major debt to a foreign company...a German company, to be precise. However, because we were not able to meet the repayment deadline, we settled on a different sort of...compromise. As well as a mutual promise to help keep our company afloat through more familiar negotiations between our companies.”
You couldn't believe your ears. Well, sure, your parents were always hush hush about certain things regarding money, but they always seemed to act like everything was just fine. You were not given any reason from what you could tell to believe otherwise, since you DID seem to live a pretty fulfilled life.
But the idea of a “new compromise” to fulfill a debt made fear lurch into your heart. “What...what kind of compromise, dad...?”
You took a step back seeing Lutz approach you, reaching over to stroke your cheek in an almost loving gesture as he whispered softly, “Soon your cute face will be all mine, liebling....” He leaned forward until his lips were beside your eardrum, and you were positive he could feel your pulse racing. “I think your father is too prideful to say it out loud. The compromise was you, liebling.”
He laughed darkly as your body froze, eyes widening in a convulsion of emotions that raced through you. Your eyes instantly watered up, imagining now what sort of “deal” had been made...but that was impossible! Human trafficking didn't exist anymore! Your parents wouldn't do that to you, no matter what sort of bind they were in financially! You were their only child! They loved you!
….Right?
Your body was shaking, tears starting to roll down your cheeks as shock set in. Lutz's scent was all around you as he hugged you close, hands rubbing your back all over. “I know what you're thinking, and it's not that. I wouldn't dare share you with any other, and it's not like I don't care about you.” He chortled, taking a deep whiff of your hair, and sighed in contentment. “I can't wait to take you....” Then, almost as an afterthought, he huskily whispered against your eardrum,“...but I warn you: I like it rough.”
SLAP!!!
At that moment, Lutz stood in front of you – head turned at a sharp angle to the side, a shocked countenance across his face. Your hand felt tingly, almost numb, like you had just tried to slap a wall with your palm; and your mind in a sort of daze – slowly watching as the world come back into focus.
Then it hit you: without having realized what you were doing, you had slapped the scarred-face boy in front of you without so much as a thought of the consequences that would follow. Once that had set in, you knew with little doubt in your mind you would pay for it later.
Oh my G*d, OH MY G*D...what have I done?!
His head slowly craned back forward to look at you, a bemused and lazy expression on his face. “Not bad. But save your feisty-ness for later in bed, baby~ Believe me when I say I'll be the best you've ever had.” Then, without waiting for an incentive, you felt yourself being lifted then heaved over his broad shoulder, nearly knocking the air out of your lungs from the force.
Instantly, you began to slam your fists into his back, beating wildly and crying hysterically, reaching out towards your mother and father, pleading and begging. You asked them to not let you go, that you were sorry if you had done anything wrong, and would do anything they asked if they just stopped them from taking you away. However, you quickly saw your cries go unheard as your father, cold and heartlessly, steer your reluctant, tender mother from the room, leaving you to your undesired and inconceivable, yet now truly, sealed fate.
Even with your hopes shattered across the floor of the one place you had always led yourself to believed to be a safe haven, you continued to shriek and cry, even trying to rationalize with the teenager who carried you easily outside to a sleek, black limo. He roughly threw you into the backseat of the sizable automobile, and climbed in after you. Without so much as a glance over at your grieving form, which lied in a heaving mess on the leather-bound seats, he slammed and locked the door tight behind him.
At that moment, it dawned on you that your previous life, as you had currently known it, was over for good.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ End of Flashback ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The tugging of leather that was connected like a leash to your collar brought you out of your horrific memories to your hellish present. Only three days after I was pretty much bartered and sold to the Beilschmidts, namely: Lutz, and I already feel like I'm gonna die...
“_______________...”
You reluctantly opened your eyes, looking up at the ceiling, speaking very slowly and carefully. “Yeah...what.” Well, you couldn't exactly hide your “enthusiasm” at being treated as though you only existed to be his entertainment.
He let out a chuckle, then gently turned your face towards his, pecking your lips as he tossed his leather whip away. His right hand gently grazed up and down the left side of your neck and cheek. “Ich bin geil. Was denken Sie die ich über das zu tun, hmm ...?*”
It didn't take a genius to figure out what he was, most likely, hinting at. Given you didn't understand a lick of German, but since actions most commonly speak louder than words, it was pretty easy to pick up the meaning of what was spoken to you if you just waited a moment to find out.
Not that you had much choice either way.
You kept your eyes closed as he began to run his right index finger along the inner edge of your brown colored leather collar around your neck. A small tag with your name on it dangled from the front just like a dog or cat collar does; easily showing everyone in the small family household who you belonged to. You were only allowed, thus far, to take it off when showering or walking around outside with him someplace. However, when left the premises of your new home together, you were forced to wear a particular kind of bracelet on your wrist instead, that let him know your whereabouts should you ever try to escape.
“Mmm...” He groaned into your ear, making you wince from his breath brushing your sensitive skin. “I don't know how much longer I can wait, schatz... I'm not exactly the most patient person.” Smirks as he begins to roll your clothed mounds in his hands, causing your body to tense up from undesirable pleasure.
“Hehe...liebling~” Purring your nickname a few times, he suddenly latched down roughly onto your right ear, tugging harshly to elicit a sharp cry of pain from your throat. His darkening laughter already putting you on edge. “Let me show you the best thing in the world, baby. Tonight. Right here. With me.”
And with that said: you knew your luck had just run out.
It was only a matter of time, really, but one you dreaded nonetheless. The day you would lose your virginity. Particularly being that you had discovered how much of a kinky, and slightly psychotic and sadistic, hidden side there was to your 'husband-to-be.'
You felt him lifting your shirt up, and on instinct you reached down to stop his wandering hands at your stomach. “N-No! Please, just...sh-shouldn't we wait until we're back in Germany?! I thought you said it was b-best to wait!” you squeaked out in fright, seeing his usual stoic expression replaced with a frightening, masochistic appearance instead. Much like how a wolf eagerly eyes its powerless prey before the kill, accompanied with an expression that clearly read: 'Are you f*cking stupid or something?' This all only made your blush intensify from embarrassment.
With a single eye roll, he ignored your question, and, apparently deciding it was too much of a hassle to keep your clothes in one piece, ripped your shirt clean in half using his arm muscles alone. Once done, he threw the tattered and unevenly shredded clothing aside and did the same with your bra, making short work of it easily. As your breasts met the cool air, you covered your chest, only to receive a harsh slap across the cheek, leaving you stunned for a moment as your eyes refocused back on reality.
“I never did pay you back for that slap, bitch. And now...it's time we do things my way~”
Your entire torso shivered in place, tears springing to your eyes, as you waited in growing terror, body spread eagle on the bed, as he lifted himself away. “Don't move an inch,” he ordered curtly, before returning in less than a minute with three pairs of handcuffs. He smirked darkly at you as your eyes widened dramatically, tensing when he reached up to clasp your wrists in one pair but free to move your arms around your head, and the other two to keep your legs spread wide, each ankle attached to a bed post corner.
As if to stir fear deeper into your rapidly beating heart, he said, “Just to make sure you behave, liebling.”
Without any prior warning, he lifted two fingers in front of your face, making scissoring motions with them as he smirked darkly down at you, before quickly forcing both past your hymen and deeply into your vagina, instantly grinding them every which way. His expression was one of concentration, seeming to care little as your mouth opened wide in an agonized yelp of pain, followed by groans stressing how uncomfortable you were. As he continued to feel and scissor his thick fingers about inside of you, tears sprung to your eyes, and try as you might, you couldn't stop the sharp, strangled gasps of discomfort that spluttered from your lips. He seemed to be searching for something, and then he found it: the way your back arched so heavily you pulled at the restraints holding you to the bed post. Oh how delicious you looked to him, he could hardly stand it. And wanting to see you arch again, he jammed his fingers in an open-scissor-formation before having his two fingers literally clamp down on your pleasure spot he found, making you grimace in a new combination of feelings: hurt yes, but also pleasure.
“A-Aahn...NNNN!!” You struggled to move your hips away from his hand, but he apparently didn't like that, as he moved his other hand to roughly clench the flesh of your hips and press it back down with a chortle rumbling from his throat.
“Hahaha...how delighted you look right now, liebling~ Do you like it?” He squeezed the flesh inside of you, causing you to yelp in pain once again, a heavy laugh tumbling from his chest as he continued to pinch and prod you from inside. “You're going to be my beautiful, sexy whore~ I'll bet if I wanted you to eat my shit, you'd do it for me, wouldn't you...?” Laughing again, he drilled his fingers mercilessly inside of you, making your body convulse violently as a torrent of moans and shrilly squeaks escaped from you, which only encouraged him to continue his rough violation of your inner territory.
Then, quite suddenly, he stopped. You shivered in place as your body finally rested back down on the bed, trying to wrap your mind around what he had been doing to you, why you were reacting the way you were. It didn't make sense. It was unlike anything you had ever experienced or felt...but was this truly pleasure? Or was it pain? Maybe both? You didn't know, but what you did know was that Lutz was going to milk you for all you were worth. There was no doubt in your mind, especially when you peeked at him just as he slid his two fingers back out...which were covered in both some clear-looking slime and a bit of blood. Much to your disgust, he promptly lapped at his fingers, observing you with a pervy expression and hawk like eyes studying the next movement of their prey.
Your heart sunk seeing a devious smirk of his return once he finished, and then you heard him say, “What is it, baby? I see you watching me, but maybe that's because you're curious how you taste as well.” Before you could deny his ludicrous thought process, he smashed his two pre-cleaned fingers back inside of you, swirling them around as you cringed in silence from his harmful movements to your inner walls, and then just as quickly, yanked them back out only to force them both between your lips.
“Nnggghkk...!” You gagged tasting your metallic blood and the semi-sweet flavor of your juices dissolving into your saliva, but just as you were about to jerk your head away, the hand just holding your hips down suddenly had a hold around your forehead. His eyes were not playful as he kept your head firmly in place, and then he commanded you to please him further.
“Lick and suck them clean, schatz.”
At first, you simply laid motionless, not making any sort of movement to obey, but then he smiled smugly, whispering in a deep silky voice as he drew nearer. “...I see. You think that if you resist, you can somehow escape later, don't you...?” His loud laugh sent chills running up and down your spine as you attempted to glare at him for laughing at you, no matter how feeble and weak you might appear to be.
But you were undoubtedly frightened. Scared, and knowingly at Lutz's mercy.
He finished laughing, stoic expression returned, and again began moving his fingers in a circular motion but kept them inside your mouth. He commented, as you grimaced from being forced to taste yourself, “For that tough attitude...I'll have to break you.” Grinning in wry amusement, he added on, “I shouldn't have to tell you that biting is not allowed, unless I order you to do so, or if I so choose for our own pleasure.”
He slowly pulled his fingers from your mouth, wiping your saliva on your stomach as he gripped underneath your thighs and lifted them up high enough so he could stare down at your lady parts. At this, your stomach back flipped. You felt sick as it was from being forced to taste your own essence, but this was downright embarrassing. However, had you known ahead of time what he was planning on doing next, you might have tried to prepare yourself mentally somehow.
Ever so carefully, his fingers dug into your thigh's sensitive skin so hard that you were squirming in soreness, before he dipped his head down between your legs and he bit down on your clit.
“AAAAAHHHH!!! AH AHHH!!!” Your hips jerked roughly, accidentally bucking upwards into his teeth, which only made him bite down all the harder, but this only caused you to immediately break out into sobbing tears of pain. He held tight for nearly sixty seconds as your body thrashed about. Thankfully, he released soon, and began running his tongue all along your sensitive bundle of throbbing nerves which glistened with scattered, tiny rivulets of blood. But the stinging pain soon dissolved as he, rather gently, ran his wet muscle down over your opening, and began to prod it inside.
The sensation of his hot mouth closing in over your hymen, and with his warm tongue moving every which way, sent pleasant shocks throughout your body. Unwilling to give in, your hands tightened into fists but, gradually at first, you could feel your groin tightening as his thick tongue wormed its way deep inside of you, and you even found yourself enjoying it. You grit your teeth together, trying to resist, eyes closed in concentration...but it soon became too much, and to your dismay, a soft but clearly audible groan slipped past your lips.
Upon hearing such a delightful sound coming from you, his lips turned upwards into a rather large smirk and he burrowed his tongue roughly inside of you. Your gasp was more than enough from the action alone for him to conclude: he was slowly but surely working down your defenses. “Mmm...Gefallen daran, nicht wahr, meine kleine Schlampe...?*”
You bit back tears of embarrassment, knowing instinctively that he was taunting the hell out of you. But how could you counter when you couldn't understand him? “You asshole...how pathetic of you to hide behind your native tongue.” You smirked as you finished, only to let out a sharp cry when he roughly pinched your side, enough to leave a bruise. A soft whimper slid out when you felt a sharp blade suddenly pressing to your throat, tears now prickling your eyes.
“Lesson number one, new wife. I speak however I want to you. When you belong to me, you do as I say, and no questions asked.” Leaning in so his lips were right beside your right eardrum, he whispered huskily, “Have I made myself clear?” Not giving you time to form an answer, he quickly added on, “Of course I haven't. Which is why I better teach you a lesson first~”
Instantly, you began to sob and shake your head back and forth. The fear and anxiety boiling over inside your heart as you shivered, chest beginning to heave as he climbed up off of you and went to retrieve what you saw to be a much larger dagger. “No...p-please no...” He grabbed a blindfold, slowly putting it around your head and over your eyes, and you screamed abruptly as you felt a searing pain strike underneath your left breast.
“Y-You're a demented, sick minded FREAK!! Don't touch me, don't touch me...!” Your mind felt like it was going hysterical from the unknown of not being able to see just what Lutz was doing. All you could imagine was how he was going to cut you up into tiny pieces and let you slowly die after doing so. It felt like it was driving you crazy.
“Liebling...liebling, must you be so melodramatic?” He exasperated, seeing just how much you were crying, and slowly pulled the hankerchief away from over your eyes. His own light pink one's staring down intensely into your (e/c) eyes. “If I had wanted to, I could have fucked and killed you a long time ago. Why do you think I did all of this, hm?” He paused, giving you a moment to consider why, and leaning down, he pressed his lips surprisingly lovingly against yours. This one was different than all the others he had been treating you with that night thus far, but just as soon as you might have started to enjoy the new sensation, he had pulled away to speak again. “American culture is so different...but I needed someone that I knew I could count on, be loyal and submissive, while at the exact same time tough enough to uphold the values of my home and implement rules when necessary. Someone who would follow those directions, do the dirty work...I saw how ambitious you were in school, taking even the tiniest thing seriously enough that you would see it through. Perhaps my parents wanted me to find a bride...perhaps I made my own.” He lifted a hand to caress your soaked cheek, and smirking darkly, his eyes almost seemed to glow red. “You were cute. I wanted you, plain and simple. Your feisty, cutely girly personality, your body, your eyes, your mouth...” As if distracted, he ran a single finger over your lips, which were now quivering – he really didn't have a good reason, did he?
“_______________...out of anyone in that whole school, I knew you would be the funnest to break.”
Your heart thumped wildly in your chest. His mouth already dropping to suck, nibble, and bite all over your breasts. You tried not to enjoy the chills running all over your skin wherever he touched, you never wanted to be his. In fact, you still didn't want to be. But it was clearly hopeless...he had the upper hand. It was like he was pulling strings the whole time he ever set sights on you, and you began to wonder if it was possible that he had been concocting a plan to kidnap you since day one. Or was it later...? Was it your kindness that got the better of you this time? You didn't have time to further ponder upon these thoughts any longer, but what was even more disturbing was his next movement.
“Pain isn't so bad once you get used to it. I rather enjoy seeing you tremble from my favorite slicer's touch~” Chuckling, he began to slowly trail the flat part of the blade up and down your entire torso, causing your entire body to tense, your eyes to water, your mouth to open in sobs, and your mind sent a frenzy.
“Lets test how well you can tolerate pain, liebling, shall we...?”
Before you could try to plead with him, you began to feel white hot pain cross over your entire body as he moved in lightning speed all over you. His hand holding the blade swiped you upon your upper left thigh, your lower right shin, your right hip, and then paused just in front of your nose. His eyes looked strangely vibrant and yet lazy, as he yawned and threw the knife away. “That was short lived...I'm ready to take you now.”
Leaving your light wounds without attendance, you hissed as he unlocked your legs from their cuffs and using one handcuffed your ankles together around his waist. His pants were still on, but it didn't take long to change that as he disposed of them with one fluid movement...and that was when you felt like hyperventilating. He wasn't so much long as THICK. Just how in the world was he going to fit inside of you? How would you feel any sort of pleasure with a wide stick shoving itself in and out of your vaginal opening? You were a virgin as it were, and: you couldn't take it anymore.
“Lutz...” Your voice sounded choked up, how pathetic, but you had given up when you saw his girth. The already hopeless situation for you had caused your mind to shift of one of desperateness. Your small wounds, though not very deep, stung from the cool room temperature, and your heart raced, trying to find any way to make him become more gentle with you. “I-I'm begging you...I'll do anything, Lutz, anything if you'll please be slow and patient with me...” Now your tone began to tremble, tears sliding down your cheeks as you fought the urge to cry. “I promise if you're g-g-g-gentle with my first time, I won't run away...I promise I'll do whatever you ask...just please....please...oh G*d PLEASE... I can't do th-this anymore...”
He stared down at you with emotionless pink and purple hued iris's, the same one's that watched you how you had suffered up to this point, seen you happy, sad, and now: the most vulnerable you had ever felt in your entire life. There was no doubt in his mind that you spoke the truth. In such a short amount of time, he had obviously broken you, though not as difficult as he had imagined it being, it was still a pleasure of its own to see you crumple and beg beneath him. A smirk appeared across his lips, almost as soon as you were finished pleading. “Sure. But if you break your word, know that you'll pay.”
You blinked in shock at how quickly he had accepted your terms, but tensed feeling his thick member's head press roughly up against your hymen, causing your body to flinch from the unfamiliar touch. Surprisingly, as if last second he changed his mind and leaned forward to unlock your wrists from their bindings, but the freedom was short lived.
“Might want to hold onto me, schatz, because this is gonna hurt like hell once we start~” Then, without further warning, you felt a searing pain just below your waistline. It tore through you like someone had pushed a thick baseball bat up through you and began to grind and tear you apart from the inside out. Right away, a shrill scream tore from your throat as you opened wide and writhed about beneath him, your hands quickly reaching up and digging into his broad shoulders.
You couldn't think, or feel, anything but the pain of him stretching and surely ripping your inner walls from having pushed himself in all at once. Later, you would discover that your nails had dug into his skin hard enough to draw blood and eventually scar him, but he rather enjoyed the surge of such a painful sensation being caused by you towards him. Though unintentional, for him it was a major turn on and he knew that he would soon enough be able to drive you crazy with divine delight.
In the meantime, his manhood twitched in excitement, pleasure, and anticipation as he kept his word and bided his time during your time of agony. Not that he cared all that much, since he knew that the trade off was far more gratifying, even though he himself wasn't a very patient man. There was nothing more sensational than witnessing a woman reacting from the man's actions, be that in pain, or pleasure.
He had the power. He could demand happiness from you, sorrow, anxiety, joy...whatever his heart desired, he knew you would bend to his will. This he needed. He needed to know that he would have control over you. And now that he had your word, as he knew you wouldn't so easily break it, and the deal would be sealed soon enough. You had no idea where you were, where to go to receive help, and how to even go about escaping even if you had tried. Also, there was no way a virgin such as yourself could last very long when it was he who had his hands on you – physically or emotionally. He would make sure that there was no other who could claim you, either. You were perfect in every way, and there was nothing that could make him think otherwise. That was why he pulled the strings needed in order to finish the business deal and allow him ownership over you. But until you could come to feel the same way towards him, you wouldn't possibly understand how much he cared for you, and so, he decided it would be better to make you think that he didn't care at all. The sooner all hope was pushed from your mind, the sooner you would be his completely, and he wouldn't have to concern himself with losing you. That that was all you were to him, an object, but you were so much more to him.
So much more.
It wasn't something easily explainable, either. In such a short time, how had he come to care in an affectionate way towards another like this? Let alone you, who he had come to know more from the interactions you had with others, he himself, and the rest was based more on an inexplicable knowing. He knew that you were different from others, that you provided the strongest likelihood of accepting him, but in case that risk he took wouldn't occur, he needed a plan A to ensure it would happen. Hence, his actions from before to now.
His left hand trailed up and down the left side of your face, smearing the dampness over your cheeks as you fought to contain the pain within yourself. “You're trembling, liebling...” He leaned down to kiss your forehead in a loving action, and began to softly stroke your hair. “Don't be afraid of this pain. I promise to make it all better.” He groaned suddenly. “Ah...don't tighten around me, schatz, or I might have to start early.” He grit his teeth though. It was almost maddening to be forced to wait, but he continued to remind himself of the deal you had made with him.
Feeling him suddenly more gentle...you peeked up at him, daring yourself to hope that there would be some kind of emotion there. To your astonishment, you saw something strange. For the first time, you noticed tenderness shining through the others eyes, partnered with impatience, but it was still there. You wanted to ask him questions, to know if what you were interpreting from observing the windows to his soul was indeed correct. However, just as quickly as you had seen these emotions circulating, he quickly masked himself back in a dark aura. Seeing that you had calm down more, he smiled somewhat crookedly, and leaned down to kiss you wordlessly. His lips felt moist, soft, and smooth against yours. What was happening? This wasn't the same kind of kisses he had been giving you before....these seemed to contain a hint of desperateness, though you could not determine what, coupled with a twinge of hope.
However, your small chance of reprieve as you still had not grown fully accustomed to his size, was interrupted by his pulling back and then thrusting back into you deep and fast. Before you could object, he had already chosen a quick pace, making you hiss and cling to his neck and shoulders in a tense, uncontrollably excruciating pain.
“L-Lutz...! I'm nnnnaaht ready...!”
He didn't respond, his lips pressed against the side of your neck, breath coming out in short rasps. Tears pricked your eyes again, as you had just slowed to heaving breaths lacking tears, but they were building once again. “Lutz...” You shivered as he nailed a particularly sensitive location within you, for once not feeling the pain quite as strongly as before, though you still felt no pleasure from his actions. Biting your lower lip, you fought the urge to ask more questions, trying to look away from him, but just as you had done so...something changed.
The rubbing along your walls was still rather painful, no doubt, but it was something further in that he was causing your body to react to differently. It would be better off described as a pleasant sensation, that started off peculiarly slow. Like a tickling feeling deep inside the recesses of your opening, only to gradually spread throughout your abdomen. The best way to describe it is as a feeling your mind and entire nervous system was drawn to, unable to fully ignore...or rather, not at all. The pleasure from this ONE spot he seemed to recognize without your consent as he pushed in and out of you at a speedy pace, was enough to slowly draw your senses away from the pain and focus on this...feeling...
“O-Ooohh~...”
You had moaned, for the first time. It was already pooling in your lower abdomen. You couldn't help the tightening of your once-virginal walls around his thick member. Your eyes sought his own, and without speaking in-depth, you both non-verbally communicated that this was the spot, and you wanted MORE. You needed it. No, you craved it. Your mind and body were becoming one in understanding, desiring this one pleasure now coursing heavily throughout your entire body. It felt sweet in an unexplainable sense. Delicious. You couldn't even fully wrap your mind around what was happening, other than it was, and you needed that release you had only heard girls talking about before. You had always hoped it would be different than this, but all those logical reasoning's sunk away as you clung to the man above you, legs tightening as much as possible around his waist, and within minutes, you had begun to buck and grind against him in whimpering arousal.
“Ahh...oh please...nnngh...!”
Lutz grinned, merely whispering back in his deep voice his own pleasure and joy of sharing this with you. Creating all these new feelings inside of you was bliss for him, but he would never express this to you. There was no need to. All that mattered was that it was he who would grant you this release henceforth, starting from today. And there was nothing that would stop him from giving you that.
“_______________...mmm~”
Hearing him speak your name brought a small measure of comfort to your heart, and the more he chanted it, the more you found yourself doing things to him you never imagined you'd do. Despite your contempt for him putting you in this situation at all, your hands trailed all around his body, and specifically focusing on playing with his hair and tracing the scars on his skin. You heard deep rumbles of approval coursing in his throat when you rubbed your fingers into certain scars, and encouraged, you began to keep your constant touches to be rather insistent on those areas.
All too soon, both your sets of pleasure were heightened to the second to final step of utter release. So close, it was an unexplainable drive and need that propelled the two of you forward, moving faster and faster against one another, cries of pleasure and even words of love slipping through the hot space of air between you two. Your mind was so far gone you couldn't even pause to contemplate if the words he had spoken were coming from his heart, if yours made any sense, or if anything did anymore. The pleasing convulse of your body pushing and pressing of your bodies working together was enough to help you both climb over that last leg to climax, and orgasm you both did. Hissing the others name in contentment as you released. You could feel his heat, warm and thick, cleansing your insides and marking you at a depth you didn't know a woman could, looking up to meet his eyes tiredly. As he proceeded to pump his seed inside of your newly claimed, trembling and sore, vital regions, was when he spoke the three words of “I love you” with your mind in a relaxed, comprehensive state.
However, the small belief you had that he might genuinely have done all this to you out of love, were dashed to the ground the moment he spoke the following words.“Now that you're finally mine,” He chuckled, kissing your cheek. “I welcome you to your new hell, Mrs. Beilschmidt.”
* * * * * * * * * * A few months later * * * * * * * * * *
Lutz stood with you just outside the customs office in Berlin, Germany. The security guard, ready to guide you into a separate room to discuss a few questions in depth with you, was waiting for you to finish handing your luggage over to your fiance and follow suit.
“Hurry the hell up. I'm exhausted and ready to sleep. The longer you make me wait, the more pissed I become...you've become so damn slow.”
You tensed, nodding in silent understanding, and murmured in embarrassment. “I know Lutz, I'm trying! I'll hurry, okay...?”
He scowled at you, not the least bit reassured, and growled. “Just get it over with. I don't want to wait around all day, liebling.” Then he shot you a look that clearly depicted perverted ideas floating around in his head. A promise of what would be waiting for you later since the security guard had randomly picked you to ask questions for your business in Germany, though you knew you had no control over who they chose. Nervous, you hurried as fast as you could to the customs officer in a back room who smiled softly at you as you awkwardly sat down.
“Ah, welcome Ms. _________________. How was your airplane ride to our country? As I understand it, you are pregnant, correct?”
You gulped, feeling the others eyes weighing heavily upon you. This entire situation was so foreign to you, and you hoped that everything went well and nothing you said would slow the process down any further. “It went well, sir, and yes, I am...” You pressed a gentle hand over your slightly swollen stomach, biting your lower lip and refusing to let yourself think about everything that had gotten you to this point.
“Ms. _______________, do please relax. This won't take too much longer.” You let out a sigh of relief, glad he was being rather kind to you. Then he continued, “How long do you plan to stay in Germany?”
“Permanently, sir.”
“I see. Hmm...and how about your reason for doing so? Why are you moving here from (native country) to Germany?”
Your throat constricted a bit before you spoke as cheerfully as you could manage. “Because of a wonderful man I met back in my (native country). He and I are to be married shortly upon arrival, sir. I plan to become a citizen of this country, as a result.”
To your relief, the customs officer smiled somewhat. “Really? Well, congratulations. I wish you two the best. Young love is a rather beautiful thing~” Giving your passport a stamp of approval, he handed it back and shook your hand. “Welcome to Germany. We look forward to welcoming you into our culture and country permanently upon completion of your necessary documents for full citizenship.”
“Thank you, sir. Please have a wonderful day.”
Stepping out, Lutz hardly acknowledged you. Quickly you rejoined your fiance, moving over to join Lutz's side, who lazily offered his arm for you to hold onto as you walked. Carrying the majority of both your luggage’s on your back once again, he led you down the escalator and towards the vehicle that would take you both home. To your new home...where you two would “finally” settle in.
It was just outside the main capital of Berlin, Germany, where you would come to live out the rest of your existence with Lutz Beilschmidt. Whether in good or bad times, you were forced to take care of the numerous children that you were forced to bear for him. That number rose to 6 children – four males and two females. At least one from each sex held a much closer resemblance to you, the rest took on more similar traits to the Beilschmidt family. According to Lutz, it mattered little who they looked or acted more like, so long as it was apparent which family they belonged to.
Then one day, as you stood out on the balcony of your lovely (styled) home overlooking the land owned by Lutz's family, you were approached by your youngest daughter, who held much similar personality traits in common with you but the physical attributes were credited more to the small bits of albinism that ran in the Beilschmidt's family, closer resembling your brother-in-law ironically, though you only ever bedded with Lutz.
“Mommy...?”
You turned to look at her with a warm smile, slight dark bags under your eyes from over ten years of living a semi-stressful life with Lutz, who was a renowned smoker and alcoholic at home, and a ruthless but respected businessman to others outside the family. All of which you highly disapproved of, but would be potentially beaten by your “loving” husband for if you even tried to suggest he had any sort of problem needing fixed.
“Yes, sweetie? What is it...?”
Beaming cheerfully, she ran up to hug your waist tightly with her small arms, making you laugh softly as you stroked the top of her head. Then with curious and innocent eyes, she peered up at you, her ruby eyes shimmering with joy. “I was wondering how you and daddy first met! Daddy was taking a nap, so he told me to come ask you.”
You stiffened inwardly at hearing that. Of course he would tell her to go ask you, like he told the kids to do nearly every time, unless it came to something he thought was of utmost importance. Usually he was so lazy he hardly did even that. If anything, he taught the children bad habits.
“Mommy?”
Pulled from your thoughts, you realized you had stopped smiling thinking about your “dearest husband” and sighing softly, you stroked her silver-white hair back from her face. “Well...um...it's a rather long...and complicated... story, dear.”
“I don't mind!” She hugged you tighter, biting her lip in anticipation. But you knew you couldn't tell her the truth, it could possibly break her little heart! So, you settled for a more cliché setting.
“Hmm...well, mommy will sum it up for you. We met while we were in high school, that's in (your native country), he asked me out, and my parents--” You hesitated, quickly changing it up. “--gave the okay for our relationship. Shortly after that, your father and I moved to Germany and married, where we had (eldest son's name). Then all the rest of you darling's~”
Her face perked up expectantly, and clearly excited, asked, “Oh oh oh! Is that what we call 'fate', mommy?? Daddy says it was 'fate' that brought you two together!”
You were surprised by how quickly she picked up on new vocabulary, being that she was only six years old. However, you smiled down at her in pride, ignoring your husband's twisting choice of words regarding how the two of you got together. “Why, yes, (youngest daughter's name), it is. An irrevocable destiny, if you will.”
Her face mirrored one of absolute confusion for a moment. “Irri—what...?”
You laughed softly, then shook your head. “It just means the same as 'fate', sweetheart.” At that moment, you caught the familiar pair of two pink'ish violet eyes from the doorway to where you and your daughter had entered onto the balcony earlier. Biting your bottom lip, you bent down to kiss your youngest's forehead, and after ensuring her curiosity was satisfied, shooed her off to go play before turning your body back towards the sunset. It really is so beautiful...
“You know you look so damn sexy standing like that in the fading sun.” You could just hear the smirk in his voice as he continued, “Hard to believe I finally broke you all those years ago...and so easily, too.”
You closed your eyes, trying to block his taunting words, listening as his boots made dull thuds crossing the wooden balcony to just behind you, where you were embraced from behind. Burying his nose deep into your (h/c) locks of hair, and inhaling deeply, he chuckled and whispered against your right eardrum, “Ich liebe dich, liebling.*”
Knowing what would happen to you later if you didn't utter similar affectionate words back, you whispered loud enough for him to hear, “Love you too, Lutz...” You felt his smirk from behind your ear, nuzzling it for a moment, before he turned you around to face him, gently lifting your chin up so both your eyes could meet his.
“Nice variation to our love story, by the way. I'm surprised you told her as much as you did.” He stroked some tufts of your (h/c) hair behind your left ear, your eyes averting from his statement.
“Well...I couldn't exactly have told her the whole truth, now could I?” Your voice came out much colder than anticipated, and you held your breath, wondering if he would lose his temper yet again with you.
However, much to your luck, he merely chuckled. “Mmm...I just love it when you're feisty, liebling.” Suddenly his hands gripped like vices on your hips, his own hips starting to grind forward roughly against yours, making you yelp in surprise as his bulge became quite evident to you. He ceased his grinding once he had emitted a satisfactory-enough cry of pleasure from you; loving how, even though you had grown to care about him to some degree, and though it did not match his level of care for you, that he could still turn you on so easily.
His right gloved hand reached up to extend his fingers over your cheek, caressing your soft skin there as you looked up at him with mixed emotions. “Do you know you look just as good now as you did then...? My little schatz...” both his hands moved down to massage your buttocks. “...so perfect...I'm a very lucky man. So lucky, in fact, I'm going to reward you later~” He gave both your large cheeks a swift, firm squeeze with his hands, causing you to squeak. “Meet me in our room around nine o'clock tonight...I'll make sure to have a surprise for you. But close your eyes when you enter. No peeking, liebling~”
After giving your ass one last squeeze, followed by a hard slap, his smile widening in own personal pleasure when you yelped out in pain, he left your presence to go about some other business. With a heavy sigh, you turned back to the last fringes of sunlight left to you from the day, admiring the rays filming out over the gorgeous land before you.
I may have married a sadistic, masochist who is not only a heavy smoker and alcoholic, but at least we managed to create some pretty fantastic children. The only thing I am left to wonder now...is if there is any sort of reprieve from his madness.
But walking inside, thinking of a future family reunion to have later that week to prepare for, you knew when it came to Lutz Beilschmidt: everything was hopeless when you were that man's wife.
The End