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Fuck.
Hans Landa definitely saw through the lies. Why else would he ask you to go to the back of the theatre?
Every step you took felt heavier than the previous as you followed the SS colonel to one of the empty rooms, other high ranking officers were looking at you as you followed closely behind Landa. What could they do? no one opposes Hans Landa. They must be thinking you were going to bang the colonel, after all his body language showed no sense of aggression. As we reached the door Hans Landa opened it and led you in, "take a seat fraulein" he smiled eerily at you as he mouthed the words. you kept silent as he took a seat facing you, he sat and made himself comfortable, he adjusted his cuffs and straightened out his sleeves. "Now" he leans in "why did I call u here" Landa smile slowly fades into a blank stare, "I don't know colonel" you let out a nervous laugh but he kept silent, "did I say or do anything wrong colonel?" you quickly blurted out wanting to cut the tension that was forming in the moment of silence. Landa gets up and drags a chair next to you, "your leg" He gestures to his thigh and pats it. you cautiously lifted your leg and rested it on his thigh trying not to expose your inner thighs too much as the dress you were wearing had a slit that goes high up. As you used your left hand to pull the fabric to not expose yourself, Landa takes notice and the ball in his throat bobs. The silence in the room was deafening.
He holds your foot, delicately unfastening the strap of the heel removing the shoe slowly his fingers lightly brushing the skin you gasp at the contact and he seems to notice, "Please reach into the bag under your chair and take out the item inside." Landa exclaimed as used his palm to point towards you, he's being awfully nice to the point it's creepy. you felt around under the wooden chair you were seated on and grabbed a leather sack, you pulled it open and reached inside. God it can't be goosebumps covered you instantly, it's the shoe you lost at the Nadine tavern. "Pass it to me" composing yourself you gave the brown heel to Landa, he takes it, glances and grins at you, then gently slides the brown heel on your foot, it glides into place smoothly. "perfect fit!", Landa says almost happily. He stands up and takes his seat back at the table, he looks at you expecting you to say something. you were speechless, caught, and soon dead, in defeat you admitted "now what?". Landa walks behind you and you felt hands on your shoulders. Surprisingly his hands were rather soft for a soldier, he caresses your skin almost going too far down towards your chest. "when did you become a traitor to your own race?" Landa grip on your shoulders went towards your hair, he pulls your neck backwards towards him, you could feel his breath down your neck, he could definitely hear the blood rushing through your veins. In that moment Hans Landa was the predator and you were the prey, trying to escape you tried prying his grip away from your hair, it hurt.
In the process, Landa throws you off the chair and you fell to the ground landing wrist first. Instant chills went down your spine, you broke your right wrist as you were looking at your wrist which was turning red, Landa puts on his gloves. "Don't want to be touching filth ", he walks over and grips your face his leather cladded fingers embedding into your skin. "Give me a reason why I should not kill you now" Landa demands, you were dishevelled, the slit of your dress tore up higher and the shoulder straps of your dress slid off. you blew a piece of stray hair out of your face and stared at the SS colonel. "fuck you asshole", Landa was taken aback, admiring your courage, he was going to teach you a lesson for retaliating against him. "if you say so" Landa grips your leg and harshly pulls it towards him, the force made you fall backwards. Landa takes this opportunity to straddle you keeping you in place, he grips both your wrist, your right one pulsating with pain. "just kill me and get this over with cunt", you said through gritted teeth. Landa was getting off your suffering. "I am the one in charge who are you to tell me orders?" Hans Landa Slaps you. he starts to rip the front of your dress exposing the black laced bra you wore, his left hand secured your neck to the ground whilst his right ravaged and tore through any fabric covering your body from his hungry eyes.
you fought as hard as you could, Landa's grip tightened each time you tried to get out of his grasps which cut your oxygen. you accepted your fate and laid still hoping for this entire ordeal to end fast, shutting your eyes you hoped to disassociate and not feel anything. "wake up slut" Landa shouts causing you to jolt awake, "you are going to take everything that going to happen as a lesson not to ever cross me, do you think of me as a fool? someone who does not know what's going on?" Landa flips you around and starts fiddling with his belt, the metal buckle clinked against each other as he hastily unfastens it and finally the zipper. you felt his fingers brushing over the matching black laced panties you wore, he pulls it aside and shoves his second and third digit into you harshly, "please stop it hurts I'm sorry, let me go I won't tell this to anyone, I'll get out of Germany and never cross paths with you again." Hans Landa removes his fingers and leans over your body, his dick brushing against your ass. He chuckles and you could feel the vibrations, "but you are Germany's beloved actress why would I want you gone?" In a swift motion Hans Landa slid his dick into you,
it was painful you had never done it before. "you are a virgin? you never fail to surprise me." Landa pounded into you at a brutal pace, squelching noises could be heard as he slid in and out, a moan emerged from you and Landa mocks you for it. "you say you are not enjoying it but your body tells me otherwise." Landa then grips your hair making you stand up and slides off any remaining clothing on you. He lays you on the table facing upwards and starts fucking you missionary, a hand gripped your breast as the other gripped the back of your head. Landa leans forward and rests his forehead onto yours as his pace quickened moans, grunts and dirty sounds echoed in the room . "Not inside please fuck not inside" you begged and cried, Landa did not care his pleasure was more important. "I'm coming" Landa spills deep into you, he stays in you for awhile, only pulling out when he was sure every last drop of his cum was in you. It was then when you saw Landa's dick for the first time, it was long around seven inches with a pretty average girth with a long vein from the head to the balls. He used your tattered dress on the floor to wipe his dick clean before pulling his pants back up, straighten his suit and readjusting the badges on his chest. he dusted off his shoulders and stepped towards you giving you a peck on the cheek, "you should be my personal slut instead off an actor, you clearly do it better, till next time liebling".
And then the door opens and shuts. while you laid on the table naked still in your thoughts with cum dripping out of you. what are the bastards going to think of you now?