Hiii could you write some Landa x female reader? Maybe some bondage + gun stuff, if you’re comfortable with that. Thank you :3
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🎀Hii, sweet face :) Ofc, I would love to 🎀 This is going to be real fun lol, thank you so much for the request and I hope you enjoy it!
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⚠️!!Warnings!!⚠️ 18+ ONLY: YOU'VE BEEN ADVISED!! Long read but definitely worth it!! One of my best fanfics yet!! This is going to be an absolute smut fest- Flirty! Aldo (don't get confused it is indeed a Hans fic), mentions of being drugged, breeding kink, cum play, rough and tough Hans, cream pie, cum feeding, anal penetration, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, very rough sex, bondage, knife play-you've been advised! I hope you enjoyed the fic :) mostly proof read!
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"What exactly do you mean by whatever it takes?" My eyes carefully followed the man who called himself Aldo Raine, mostly known around Germany and France as Aldo "The Apache."
"I mean- whatever it takes. Exactly as it sounds, sweetheart." He let his hands rest over his hips, head tilted back slightly, eyes burning into me as he spoke.
"I-I don't think you understand what you're asking of me. This is the jew hunter we're talking about. He's far from gullible, there's no way I could ever go through with this." I pace back and forth, my palms becoming clammy with the idea of what a man like that could do to a girl like me.
I've heard horror stories of the infamous Hans Landa, told as folk tales but the only difference is, he was very much real. I was lucky enough to never cross paths with the man during my time here in France, but all of that was surely about to change.
"Well, you don't have much of a choice sweetness." Aldo walked over to me, towering over my frame with effortless intimidation, his blue eyes scanning over my flushed face. "Besides...All you need to do is look at him with those sweet eyes and smile with those pretty teeth and I'm sure you'll be alright."
The smirk displayed on his lips was enough to make me scoff in annoyance. "Yeah right, considering his status, I'm sure he could have anyone he wanted. What if I'm not enough to...keep him distracted?" I cross my arms over my chest, not taking into consideration that my cleavage would become more exposed to Aldo as he stood in front of me.
"Trust me..." He looks down at my chest, leaning back and glancing behind me to look at my hips and thighs. "I think you'll be just fine." His eyes snap back up to my face, his soft smirk never leaving his lips.
Asshole.
The only reason I was caught up in all this is because of my dear friend, Bridget von Hammersmark. I met her when she came to visit America- she was in desperate need of a makeup and hair stylist and I was the only one available who was willing to work for the German actress. We ironically met at the movies, and discovered that despite our differences in our social status, we had a lot in common.
During our time together, we grew closer and actually became good friends. I could even say best friends. Spending all of our time together, she offered me a place to stay with her out in France and eventually confided in me that she wasn't just a German movie star, but an allied spy to the British, working to take down Adolf Hitler and end the war.
It came as a shock to me at first, but with everything we've been through together, I chose to stick by her side. She saved me from a life of little to no work and I owed it to her to remain calm and help her in what could be a very lethal situation.
That's what brings us to this.
"You know, if yer little friend didn't get herself shot or a quarter of my men killed, you wouldn't be going through this right now." He steps out of my view for a moment, leaving me to think about how much of a choice I really had in this situation.
"Fine. So what? We go to the premier, say- Hey, sorry Bridget couldn't make it, but don't worry, her nobody friend is here to take her place?"
Aldo smiles and nods his head in agreement. "That's exactly right sweet cheeks. Since Bridget was smart enough to teach you German you're going to be doing all the talking, and since I speak a bit of Italian, I'll be your escort. Donny and Omar are going to be our assistants. Well, really Omar is Donny's assistant, but you get the picture."
He walks over, placing a hand on my shoulder and squeezing softly. "The plan stays the same. Instead of Bridget, it'll be you." He steps back into my view, looking me up and down. "You're also not going as her nobody friend." He looks into my eyes, removing his grip from my shoulder and letting his hands fall to his side, shoving them into his front pockets. "You're going to be a fellow actress that she met at the academy. I don't take Landa as the movie watching type. Too busy hunting jews. Remember?"
"You think you've got this all figured out, huh?" I ask, sarcasm heavy in my statement.
"Matter of fact, I do. Bridget left you a dress in this bag. Go ahead and get ready, and don't take too long. Got a long night ahead of us." He turns on his heels swiftly, walking out of the room and leaving me to get ready.
I sigh when he closes the door behind him, looking down at the brown bag that I now held in my hands, opening the zipper and peeking inside. The bag was holding a ruby red dress and I carefully reach into the bag and pulling it out, feeling the soft silky material between my fingers. "Fucking hell." I mumbled seeing the length, knowing I was in fact facing a long night ahead of me.
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I had gotten ready in record time, doing my hair and makeup as quickly as I could and slipping on that red ruby dress. My make-up was far from subtle but also in the same breath, pretty modest. Once I thought I had finally made myself at least look the part I studied myself in the mirror, taking in what I'd spent the last half hour doing, amazed at the final product. My hands slid down either side of my body, smoothing out the beautiful gown that displayed all of my curves, beautifully.
It was a long spaghetti strap silk gown with a slit in the side, displaying my left leg pretty generously. I paired it with Bridgette's tall black stiletto heels and grabbed a small black clutch to complete the outfit. I take a deep breath feeling my nerves begin to kick in for what I knew was coming next: Meeting with Mr. Landa.
"You about ready, darlin?" Aldo's thick Tennessee accent calls out to me from down the hall.
"Coming!" I yelled back, grabbing a tissue from my vanity and quickly trying to rid my eyes of any stray tears, making sure to not ruin my makeup. I walk over to the door, grabbing my white fur coat off of the coat rack and tossing it over my forearm. I opened the door to see Aldo and Donny standing there, both of their eyes instantly dropping to my figure.
"Jesus H. Christ." Aldo breathes out, fixing his bowtie and pulling it away from his Adam's apple. Donny smirks and nods his head in approval. "Looks like Hammersmark was definitely good for something." He says, looking over my hair and makeup. I roll my eyes, slamming my clutch into Donny's chest and taking my coat, handing it off to Aldo.
"I can't believe I'm selling myself out to the jew hunter of all people and I really can't believe you're the ones who got me to do it." I mumbled as I walked past them and down the hall.
"You have Hammersmark to thank for that. Just remember, it's for a good cause!" Aldo says, watching my hips sway as I walked away from the two gawking men.
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After a long and agonizing car ride with the basterds, we finally made it to the premier. I watched as everyone looked towards our car, waiting to see Bridget von Hammersmark in all her glory stepping out of it, and much to their confusion, it was me instead. Aldo held his hand out to me, helping me with putting on my coat, leaning into my ear to whisper something.
"Remember... you're a star." He teased, kissing my cheek to be more convincing as he was playing my escort. I nod my head slowly and smiled at everyone as we walked by. I looked around at everyone who was attending the premier, seeing many unfamiliar faces, looking for the man who could be the one I was meant to be seducing.
"Trust me." Aldo started as he held the door to the theater open to lead me inside. "You'll know who he is when you see him."
What does that even mean?
I just nodded in response, trying to remain calm when the realization hit me that everything we planned was way past in action. We all stood in the center of the building, crowds of people around us as they discussed their excitement of the film: "Nation's pride" over their tall glasses of champagne. My eyes scanned the room for Hans, wondering who he even was or where he could be.
That's when I heard an unfamiliar voice speak up from behind us.
"Wer mag dieses reizende Wesen sein?"
("Who might this charming creature be?")
I slowly turned around to see who we've been approached by and instantly felt my cheeks become warm. He was gorgeous. Blue eyes with a hint of grey, light brown hair, with beautiful bone structure. He wasn't at all what I was expecting, but incredibly good looking. I hate to say that I found the older man to be exquisitely attractive.
"Ich habe gehört, dass Frau von Hammersmark heute Abend nicht an der Premiere teilnehmen konnte. Ich hatte nicht den Eindruck, dass sie eine Vertretung hätte."
("I was informed that Ms. von Hammersmark was unable to attend tonight's premiere. I didn't get the impression that she had a replacement, let alone one that is so angelic.")
I heard this man had a way with words but I didn't think he'd be this suave. I guess I had underestimated him.
I cleared my throat and flashed a friendly smile. "Hallo, ich glaube, wir kennen uns noch nicht... Ich bin Bridget's langjährige Freundin und Kollegin. Wir haben vor Jahren zusammen in einem Film mitgespielt. Mein ist, y/n... Es freut mich, Sie kennenzulernen, Herr...?"
("Hello, I don't think we've met before... I'm Bridget's longtime friend and colleague. We met at the academy and acted in a film together years ago. My name is y/n... It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr...?")
He reaches over, leaning down and carefully grabbed my hand, lifting it up to his lips and placing a soft warm kiss on my knuckles. "Hans Landa, der Mann, dem das Vergnügen zuteilwird, mit solch einer Schönheit beschenkt zu sein. Ihr habt sicher schon von mir gehört, nicht wahr?"
("Hans Landa, the man fortunate enough to be blessed to speak with such a beauty. You've surely heard of me, haven't you?")
I chuckled nervously, nodding my head 'yes' and moving a piece of my hair out of my face. "Tatsächlich ja. Ich glaube, der Name kommt mir sehr bekannt vor. Sind Sie auch Schauspieler?"
("Actually, yes I have. I do believe the name sounds awfully familiar. Are you also an actor?")
I give a kind smile and try to form an expression of curiosity, which wasn't the hardest part of this conversation. You could say a large part of me definitely was curious.
This seemed to amuse Hans, who chuckles in response and looks over to Aldo, who was subconsciously starring daggers into the man. Hans smiles at them with an undeniable charm, holding his hand out for Aldo to shake.
"Bitte entschuldigt meine Freunde, sie kommen aus Italien und sprechen nur Italienisch. Ich übersetze ihnen heute Abend quasi den Großteil des Abends."
("You have to forgive my friends, they're from Italy and only speak Italian. I'm sort of translating for them for most of tonight.")
I giggle, putting my hand on Aldo's chest in an attempt to make things a little more convincing. Hans smirks, nodding to the trio while he begins to speak.
"Bene, grazie a tutti per essere venuti alla première di stasera, siete tutti molto eleganti. Potrei aggiungere che siete fortunati ad accompagnare una bellezza così rara. Se fossi in voi, la terrei molto vicina. Non si sa mai quale preda potrebbe nascondersi dietro l'angolo, pronta a farla perdere la testa."
("Well, thank you all for coming to tonight's premier, you all look very sharp. Might I add that you're lucky to be accompanying such a rare beauty. I'd keep her very close if I were you. you never know what kind of prey could be lurking around the corner just waiting to sweep her off her feet.")
No fucking way.
This guy was charming and very good with his words, but the fact that he's fluent in at least three different languages other than English, it was just nothing short of disgustingly impressive. I felt my heart pumping hard in my chest, feeling like I could start to panic when Aldo nodded and held his glass up to Hans.
"Grazie."
("Thank you.") Aldo replied with his undeniably thick southern accent.
We are so fucked.
Hans nods and hands Omar and Donny two tickets for seats twenty-three and twenty-four, looking over to me while he does.
"Ihre Freunde scheinen nicht gerade gesprächig zu sein, aber Ihnen und Frau Hammersmark zuliebe werde ich sie hier neben Ihnen und Ihrer... Begleitung platzieren lassen."
("Your friends don't seem like the conversational type, but as a favor for you and ms. Hammersmark, I'll go ahead and have them seated by you and your... escort, here.")
He takes a quick judging glance at Aldo, seemingly knowing something that we don't.
"Ich würde gern kurz mit dir unter vier Augen sprechen. Vielleicht können wir über unsere gemeinsamen Verbindungen zu Frau Hammersmark sprechen. Es ist wirklich schade, dass sie heute Abend nicht an den Feierlichkeiten teilnehmen kann."
("As for you, love, I would like to have a word in private. Maybe we can discuss our mutual connections with Ms. Hammersmark. it's a shame she could not make tonight's festivities.")
It felt like everything around me was starting to move in slow motion, seeing a look in his eyes that contradicted the friendly smile plastered on his handsome face. I nodded over to Aldo, who sipped on his glass of champagne, raising his eyebrows at me as if to tell me to play along.
"Ja, natürlich. Ich bin gespannt, wie Sie beide sich kennengelernt haben."
("Why, yes of course. I look forward to hearing about how you two must've met.") I smile at Aldo, my eyes screaming for a way out, but to no avail. I couldn't believe what was happening and little to my knowledge, things were just about to get a whole lot more interesting.
Hans holds out his hand to Aldo one more time to shake. "Arrivederci, caro signore, ci vediamo alla première."
(Goodbye good sir, see you during the premier.)
"Arrivederci."
(goodbye.) Aldo says, his accent sounding less convincing than when he first spoke, if that was even possible.
Hans motions for me to walk with him, moving past the crowd of people who seem to make way for Landa, seemingly afraid of stepping on his toes in any way.
We walked down a long hallway, eventually finding ourselves in front of a large red wooden door. He twisted the gold door knob, pushing the door open and holding his hand out to the inside of the room, allowing me to step inside. He smiles softly, stepping in himself and closing the door behind him.
My nervousness was reignited with a soft 'click' after the door was shut, indicating that the door has been locked. I take a seat in front of a large desk, Landa walking around and standing behind it, dusting off his suit before taking a seat himself.
"Und...Wie kam es, dass Sie und Frau Hammersmark sich wiedergetroffen haben?"
("So...How did you and Ms. Hammersmark come to meet each other again?")
I fiddled with the rings on my finger, trying my best not to chip away at my polished finger nails due to my growing nervousness.
"Nun ja, wie ich schon sagte, wir haben vor einigen Jahren gemeinsam in einem Film mitgespielt."
(Well, it's like I stated before. we starred in a film together a few years ago.)
"Wir haben uns auf Anhieb gut verstanden und sind sehr gute Freunde geworden."
("We hit it off, and became very good friends.")
I continued watching the smirk on Landa's face grow wider, almost as if my answer had satisfied him.
"Wie interessant! Nun, verrate mir: Wie hieß dieser Film? Habe ich ihn vielleicht schon einmal gesehen?"
("How interesting. Now tell me, what is this film called? Might I have seen it before?")
I could promise you that I was not expecting him to go this deep into details with me. Clearly, that was my first mistake.
"Oh, ähm … Ja, der Film war ein Liebesfilm über zwei Ehefrauen, die auf die Rückkehr ihrer aus dem Krieg zurückgekehrten Männer warteten. Das Leben zu Hause war in dieser schweren Zeit nicht einfach. Das wissen Sie sicher."
("Oh uhm...Yes, the film was a romance movie about two wives awaiting their husbands to return from war. Life back at home being difficult to navigate during those trying times. I'm sure as you know, of course.")
I laughed nervously, hoping that my explanation of the film would be enough to distract him from the fact that I couldn't make up a name for this 'movie.'
"Nun ja… Wie gesagt, es ist wirklich schade, dass von Hammersmark heute Abend nicht zur Premiere kommen konnte. Es wäre schön gewesen, einen alten Freund wiederzusehen. Darf ich noch eine Frage stellen?"
("Right...Well. As I've said, it's such a shame that von Hammersmark could not attend tonight's premier. It would be great to see a familiar friend. Another question, if I may?")
"Wie lange hat sie gebraucht, um dir unsere Muttersprache beizubringen?"
("How long did it take her to teach you her mother tongue?")
My body became stiff, fear taking over me completely as I sat there with my mind racing, trying to think of what I should say.
"Was? Ich bin mir nicht sicher, was Sie damit meinen, Herr Landa.."
("What? I-I'm not sure what you mean by that, mr. Landa.")
"Of course you don't." He suddenly spoke in English, sighing while leaning forward on the desk, interlocking his fingers together while giving me a stern look, the friendly facade disappearing rather quickly.
He leans back, relaxing in his seat, reaching below him to pull out a bottle of wine and two tall empty clear glasses.
"It occurred to me that, Ms. Hammersmark's absence was at first seemingly odd. Especially since I'd found a hand written note from her just this afternoon. It was found in a local tavern, where there were also the dead bodies of some German soldiers, along with a man named Hugo Stiglitz- who I'm sure you know and a British man who has allied with the basterds, who I also know you're familiar with." He held a small smile as he poured the wine into the two glasses, setting the bottle down and reaching into his jacket pocket.
He pulled out a small white box, popping it open and revealing a little white pill. He takes the pill and shows it to me with a devious grin, dropping the pill into what was presumably, my glass.
I gulped and sat in silence, watching his every move while he continued.
"Now, Miss. Y/l/n. I'm sure that by now you're aware that we have apprehended your colleagues, Aldo the Apache and the little man-Utivitch who are both in the custody of my men. You seem like a bright girl, so I'm going to give you two choices."
He held two fingers to emphasize his point.
I felt my hands beginning to shake as tears form in my eyes, one single drop traveling down my cheek. Landa leans over, wiping the tear away swiftly with his thumb.
"Now, now. Don't cry. It'd be a shame for you to ruin that beautiful make-up." He brings his thumb up to his lips, sucking the tear drop off casually. My eyes dropped towards the two glasses, watching the white pill dissolve in my cup.
"Now, your choices are very simple. You can tell me everything you know about what Bridget was meant to be doing at this premier and how you all expected things to transpire...or...you could have a drink with me. Note that this could very well be the last glass of wine to ever touch your captivating lips. The choice is yours." He says sipping from his own glass.
"Now tell me. Who are you, where are you from, and what decision have you made?" His face returned to his serious glare, prompting me to speak but the words wouldn't leave my lips as much, as I tried. Finally, I gained the courage to speak.
"M-My name truly is y/n y/l/n." Another tear falls, my voice sounding strained as I spoke to him. "I'm... I'm from the city of New York."
He smiles and claps happily, adjusting in his seat. "Some of the most beautiful and delectable women come from your city. I guess that theory is proven true." He circles his index finger around the hem of my glass.
"What is your decision?"
I look down at my thighs, taking deep breaths and think of everything I've been through with Bridget and the basterds.
"I want a drink." I mumbled softly, my eyes going back to the glass, slowly reaching for it.
"Interesting... You'd give your life up so willingly for the German actress and the basterds. They must've treated you well. Alright then, go ahead... Have a drink." He slides the glass directly in front of me, my shakey hand reaching up and grabbing the glass by the neck. I lick my lips, bringing the drink up to them slowly. I tilt my head back the first drop of wine hitting my tongue. I close my eyes and quickly down the rest, just wanting all of this to be over.
I felt like after everything she'd done for me, I owed Bridget my life. If this meant ending a war and giving her the peace she deserves, I'll do anything. Including drinking this poison.
"Don't worry, Süßes Mädchen. You'll be asleep soon." He coos, standing up from his seat. The glass slips from my hands, my vision becoming blurry. The last thing I saw was Hans walking over beside me and planting a kiss on my forehead. Then everything went black.
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I woke up with my body feeling completely numb. My eyes slowly flutter open to see that I was in an unfamiliar room with dim yellow light coming from candles and a flickering light bulb in the canter of the ceiling. It was dark and quiet, the only sound that I could hear being a wall clock that was ticking as the seconds passed. I tried my best to move, my blood running cold once I realized what had happened.
I was laying flat on my back on some sort of table, my wrist had both been bound together with a thick rope, arms placed over my belly, my legs tied together as well with duct tape. I squirmed for a moment trying to release myself but it was no use. I felt tears flowing down my cheeks in a panic, wishing that it really would've just been my last drink of wine. I lifted my head up to look down at my body seeing that I was still dressed, not even a small piece of my clothing or jewelry was misplaced and for that I was grateful.
I looked around the room, not seeing any windows but spotting only one door, that being the only way in and out. I started to sob uncontrollably, trying to remain calm, but I failed miserably in the process. My cries came to a halt hearing the door softly open, Hans walking in and shutting the door behind him.
The soft sound of their shoes hitting the ground grew louder as he approached me, and I inevitably prepared for the worst, shutting my eyes tightly.
"Hello, y/n. Sleep well?" He places his large hand over my head, petting it softly.
"Screw you." I grumbled, sniffling as the tears continued to roll down my face. I screamed when I felt a hard smack come down on my inner thigh, causing me to squeeze my legs tightly together.
He grabs me by my face roughly, holding my head still while squeezing at the sides of my mouth. "You would think, given as smart as you are, you would know better than to back talk the man who is responsible for whether you get to see any of your friends again."
I tried to look away, but Hans wasn't having it, forcing me to remain with eye contact and slowly loosening his grip on my face.
"That pill I gave you... It's an experimental drug made up by a German scientist to work both as a sedative and also as a narcosynthesis- of course, you Americans formally like to use the term: truth serum."
He releases my face from his grip, pacing circles around my body as I struggled against the binds.
"So, Liebe...I want to ask you a few questions and since you were not very willing to comply, I figured I'd use the one thing that I was certain would get those pretty lips moving. Your sense of loyalty." He paused for a moment from his pacing to stop in front of me, pointing his index finger in the air to make a point. "I will say, I do admire a loyal woman."
"If you want to see any of your friends again and have me promise to ensure their safety.. You will answer all of my questions, truthfully. Not that it should be a problem, anyways." He puts his finger under my chin, rubbing softly, tracing my jawline.
"Fuck you." I groan out, my body shuddering at his touch.
He smiles wickedly, adjusting his jacket and smoothing out his hair. "That leads me to my first question." He begins to pace around me again, slow and steady circles around the table I was laid on, pushing my dress up slightly as he passed by my legs.
"Lt. Raine....Is he really your...romantic partner?" He awaits my answer, keeping his eyes on my body as he walked.
I tried to remain quiet but whatever he slipped me was making me talk, and fast too.
"N-No." I mumbled.
"That's what I thought. Next question: Are you interested in him the way I assume he is interested you? The question may seem inane but I'm just trying to see how effective this experimental drug is." He chimes the last part with false innocence in his tone.
"No... I'm not."
"Very well, let's make things a bit more interesting shall we?" He stands behind me, something cold pressing against my shoulder, sharp and long. "Tell me, Fräulein...Have you ever...how do you Americans phrase this? Have you ever been fucked before?" He questioned, his Austrian accent sounding more prominent than before but that could be the fact that the room was so quiet, you could hear the sound of my quickened breathing.
I felt myself becoming wet between the legs, the sharp object pressing closer from my shoulder to my breast, pushing between them and drawing blood. I could feel the warm sensation of the thick liquid trickle upwards with every breath I took, traveling to the nape of my neck.
"No." I bit my lip, knowing the feeling I'm experiencing was familiar.
"No? I find that hard to believe, if I hadn't drugged you, I'd say you were lying." He chuckles, coming back over to face me. "Have you ever...Played with your pussy, imagining what it's like to feel someone stretching you out from the inside...pumping your sweet little virgin hole with everything they've got? To leave you squirming and begging for more?"
I let out a small moan, feeling my panties becoming soaked at the thought, my hands pushing at the top of my wet mound, trying to relieve myself even in that moment.
"Y-Yes!" I cry out desperately. I watched Hans as he took my dress by the plunge that hung low on my cleavage, taking the object which I could now clearly see was a large knife, and placed the tip over the silk fabric.
"That's right...I could smell it on you.. Poor girl... just full of desperation and wonder." He takes the blade and drags it down my dress, the sound of it being torn apart filling the air. Once he can't cut it anymore, he grabs either side with his bare hands, pulling it apart and leaving me exposed in small black panties and no bra. His eyes fall to my bare chest, the same mischievous look across his face.
"Your body is just as impressive as your mind." He steps closer, taking the knife and turning it on its side, pressing the cold blade against my nipples. I moan loudly at the feeling with my nipples hardening instantly to the touch.
"P-Please."
"Please what, engel?... Speak." The last part was more of a demand as he pressed the blade harder against me.
"Please, help me." I stared at him with my eyes teary, my body shaking uncontrollably, and now the blood dripping on my breast was the least of my worries. My wetness was clear through my panties, forming a small puddle in them, something I knew Hans wouldn't miss it.
He smiles, pulling the blade away from my nipple and shoving the knife back into his pocket. "If you insist." He turns around, his back facing me and slides off his jacket, starting to work on the buttons of his shirt.
"Since you're being such a good girl." He paused for a moment, turning his head to speak to me. "You are a good girl, aren't you?"
"Yes, please, please... Just help me." I whimper, trying to loosen my restraints.
"Well, to be completely honest with you... It's been quite some time since I've felt such...arousal, let alone being in the presence of someone I'd deem worthy of such intimacy. Given my occupation, I never had any time for such a thing. Then here you come, falling into my lap all of a sudden. It was almost as if your pathetic prayers had been answered."
He takes his shirt completely off, tossing it aside along with his jacket. He turns back around walking towards me again, looking over my body as he places a finger in the center of my chest, trailing it downwards towards my belly button, then going even lower until he hits the top of my panties.
"Tsk tsk tsk. Hiding that beautiful muschi (pussy) from me?" He pulls them upwards, snapping them against my skin in a sudden movement making me squeak. "Do you want me to fuck you, Fräulein?"
I nod my head yes, Hans giving me an unsatisfied glare. His pressed his fingers together, a hard smack coming down to my soaked clit. "Speak when you are spoken to."
"Yes! Hans, please!" I beg, pushing my body toward him as much as I could.
"Good girl. Now, you're going to do exactly as I say. When I release you from your restraints, you are to remain still. I'll first be undoing the tape around your ankles- when I do, you are to follow my instructions. Understood?" I nod my head yes again, Hans hand smacking my pussy once more.
"understood?" He says louder this time.
"Yes, Hans, yes!" I moan, crying at the throbbing sensation in-between my thighs.
"Good. Now stay still." He walks closer to my legs, carefully unraveling the duct tape, undoing it slowly while staring at my face the whole time. I shyly look away making him click his tongue. "Eyes on me." I quickly looked back towards him, the duct tape finally getting my legs free.
"Spread those perfect legs for me, dear." He groans, the tent in his pants growing at the sight of me slowly opening my legs for him. "Wider." He demands as he palms himself through his pants, undoing his belt and zipper with the one hand. I do exactly as he says, Hans stepping in front of me, staring directly at my core, reaching down to slowly remove my panties.
"Soaking wet... Just as I suspected you'd be considering the mess you've left on my table...just leaking with the desire to be stuffed with my cock." He kneels down, taking my thighs on either one of his arms, leaning in and closing his eyes, taking a long sniff along my slit. I blushed, wanting to close my legs but Hans forced them back open.
"You smell divine... Don't try robbing me of what I want." He leans in, licking a small stripe across my clit. I moan loudly, Hans massaging my thighs as he licks up and down my slit slowly at first, but eventually flicking his tongue back and forth quickly over my clit making me leak more of my wetness onto his chin. He moans into me, poking his tongue into my tight hole, pushing in as far as he could.
I scream, reaching down with both my hands still tied to push his head further. To my surprise, he allowed this, seemingly encouraging for me to do so. "H-Hans!"
"Mmm?" He moans in a question. He removed one of his hands from behind my thighs to reach down and pull his cock out of his underwear, taking his hardened cock into his hands and jerking himself off under the table. He pushes his tongue flat up against me, moving his head up and down, spitting generously onto my clit.
"F-Fuck, please!"
He keeps licking, returning to small kitten licks on my entrance, his free hand reaching higher to my ass cheek, massaging slowly while his tongue lapped.
I felt him pull away, watching him stand to his feet, cock and balls fully exposed to me. He was probably around six and a half inches in length and very girthy. His balls were big and full, I could tell he was just as desperate as I was for pleasure.
He grabs my wrist, undoing the rope and grabs me by my hips. "As much as I'd love to watch the pretty faces you make with my length inside of you, I need to explore more of you, angel." He breathes out before flipping me over onto my stomach. I gasp feeling his hands slap onto my ass, massaging the plump area, spreading my cheeks apart wide. I scream when I feel his saliva drip onto my asshole followed by his finger tracing a circle around the hole.
"This may hurt, or it may not. Bear with me, darling." I scream out feeling his finger push into my asshole, Hans groaning as he slides his finger in and out slowly at first, his pace quickening along with the grip he held around his cock.
"I'm sure you know, but it's a pleasure to be the one taking your innocence... Why not both at the same time?"
I hold back a scream but small whimpers leave my lips when he lines his cock up with my pussy, pushing it inside me. "Hans!" I cry when he eventually gets all his inches inside me, stretching me widely with his index finger still pumping in and out of my ass.
"Oh, it's been so long since I've felt a pussy as tight as this!" He moves himself closer to me, his balls slapping loudly against my clit giving me more pleasure.
"F-Faster, please!" I moan, he slaps my ass, pushing my neck down onto the table, my face pressing against the cold wood while he pulls his length out leaving the tip of his dick inside me, slamming back into me with much force. He lets out a low growl, speeding up his thrust and applying pressure to my neck.
"Just think of how devastating it should be for Lt. Raine to know that h-his little crush is getting f-fucked senseless by the man he's been trying to kill? Ruining her perfect body with his brute force... Spilling his seed inside of her as she begs him to keep going?" He slaps my ass again, harder this time, grabbing the skin and spreading it to get a better angle.
"Y-Yes, please! Please, Landa!" I scream pushing my hips back to him while my hands gripped both sides of the table in desperation.
"Begging me so sweetly... Taking me like such a good little girl!" He pulls his finger out of my asshole, reaching up and grabbing my shoulder tightly, pushing in and out harder and faster than before, swear dripping down to his forehead. "Ich werde deine ruinierte Muschi mit meinem Samen füllen und deinen Mund mit noch mehr von mir... Ich werde dich zu einer jungen Mutter machen!"
( "I'll fill your ruined pussy with my seed and your mouth with even more of me.. I'll make you a y-young mother!" )
I scream feeling his cock get harder and his moans and groans became more driven, a knot forming in my lower abdomen.
"Yes, that's right darling... Let go, soak my cock with your release!" He says, his hips snapping back and forth with need.
"I-I'm coming!" I screamed, hearing the sound of messy squelching while I came all over Hans cock, him reaching his own climax.
"Braves, braves Mädchen... Ich werde dafür sorgen, dass du meinen Samen in dir trägst, bis du meine Kinder gebierst! Verdammt!"
("Good- Good girl... I'll make sure you carry my seed until you birth my children! F-Fuck!") He screams before spilling his hot seed into my ruined cunt, his thrust growing sloppy, his hips eventually coming to a halt. I tried to catch my breath feeling Hand pull out of me, his cum spilling out of my hole. He catches some on his palm, and watches as it oozes out of me. He walked back in front of me where I was laying on my belly still, hot and sweaty. "Lick up your mess, love." He holds his cupped hand in front of my mouth, allowing me to lap at the cum in his palm like a cat with water.
He groans in pleasure, petting my head softly while giving small praises. "That's it, clean it up silly girl."
I sigh once I'm finished, licking my lips and slowly pushing myself up off the table. Hans quickly grabs me, moving my body to face him as he stands between my legs after sitting me up straight on the table. "Given everything we've just done and my undying infatuations with you, I want to let you know that you now have a third choice in this situation."
I listened carefully as he spoke.
"Your third choice is entirely up to you, but considering you are most likely going to be bearing my children- I assume you'll make the right decision. Leave your old life behind and I could give you what Aldo Raine couldn't." He stared into my eyes, a slight longing behind them. "I think you and I both know that unlike your non-interest with Lt. Raine, you have an undeniable curiosity about me." He takes my hand, lifting it up to his lips and kissing softly with more passion than he did when we first met, holding it gently in his hand. "I hope you'll decide to choose what we both know is best."
I sat and thought for a moment, knowing that this was the only choice that would both keep my friends alive and give me a chance at starting the life I've always wanted. One free of worries and the family I'd always dreamed of.
"I'll come with you." I say confidently but quietly. He smiles, leaning down and kissing my forehead, pulling me in for a small hug.
"Smart girl. I can't wait to show you all the things we will do."
THE END.
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