CHAPTER ONE

 

SLAP! Dieter was careful not to put too much strength into his stroke. Even so, he could see a red mark appear across the snowy whiteness of the girl's skin. "What do we say, slave?" he asked.

"Thank you master," she replied softly. "May I have another?"

Dieter smiled. This one is very well trained! He rubbed his hand over the globular smoothness of her bare buttocks. Great ass, too!

SLAP! He hit her again, enjoying the smooth suppleness of her skin. "Where were you born, slave?"

"Mittelburg, Master." The girl half-turned to face him as best she could while bent over his lap. "In the great farm there." She smiled. "I have only recently come to this place."

"You were bred on my grandfather's farm." Dieter nodded. "Your beauty should have told me that much." He ran his fingers up along the skin of her spine, nodding at the goose bumps that rose in their wake. "As well as your extreme sensitivity." He half-turned her to look at the markings on her inner thigh. "I see that your tattoo shows Karlstaat markings as well."

"I was trained in Master Hutter's establishment." She wriggled slightly, smiling as she felt him rise under her. "Did I learn well, master?"

"You learned very well!" Dieter turned the girl over and drove into her. "Very well indeed!"

 

***

 

"So, Herr Kurtz," Dieter looked at his host over the edge of his brimming coffee cup. "I wonder why you sent a new girl to me last night." He took a long sip. "You do know who my father is, of course."

"I do, young sir." Heinrich Kurtz was a plump man, with the red cheeks and nose of St. Nicholas himself. "My father served under your grandfather just as I served under your father." He smiled. "Was the girl not satisfactory? Her trainers ensured me that she was the best available. "

"She was fine." Dieter made a throwaway gesture. "It's just that..." He shrugged. "I would have expected your first girl-second girl for certain."

"Hauptman Kammler," Kurtz drew himself up straight in his chair. "We have no other sex slaves in this house. I am far too old for such things." He looked at Dieter. "I purchased Eva specifically for your visit here." The older man took a careful sip of his hot chocolate. "I had planned to give her to you as a guest gift." He looked up, just the slightest trace of anger in his eyes. "If that is acceptable?"

Oh shit, Dieter felt a wave of embarrassment sweep over him. I put my foot in it this time. He shook his head. Ah well, he looked at his host and fought for calm. Take your medicine ...

"I am sorry, Herr Kurtz." Dieter bowed his head. "I have gotten far above myself. You have been a good friend to my family and a very generous host." He took a deep breath. "Please accept my most sincere apology for my rudeness."

"No apology is necessary, young man." Kurtz smiled broadly, anger banished. "You had every right to expect the best the house could offer."

"Still ..."

"Say nothing more about it." Kurtz waved his hand in dismissal.

"Thank you, sir."

"There is, however," the fat man's look changed to one of entreaty, "a favor you could do for me and my house."

"If it is within my power," Dieter nodded.

"Good." Kurtz took another sip of his chocolate. "As you may know I have a daughter..."

Leni, the name came instantly to Dieter's mind even as he kept his mouth carefully shut and his face intentionally blank. His host had so far kept the girl far away from him but his briefing packet had told him of her existence. She's about eighteen now, he thought. And the photo in the packet-and his aide's questioning of the servants-suggested that she was a rare beauty. Which is why he's kept her away from me...

"My daughter," Kurtz continued, "has recently come of age." He looked at Dieter. "There is no suitable match for her in this valley-I must explore possibilities far afield. In the meantime, however..." He leaned forward. "Well, it is in the best interests of the Reich that she bear children of the purest blood possible..."

He wants me to fuck her-impregnate her! Dieter knew that some of his fellow officers had received such offers but this was his first such encounter. What do I do? He looked at the waiting man. How do I respond? He had read the manual and knew that the older man was right-it was his duty to pass his genes to any woman of equal purity. But I have so little time...

He pushed that thought aside. Duty first! He let his eyes meet those of his host. "Herr Kurtz," he smiled. "It would not only be my duty-it would be an honor to do what you ask. An honor not only for me," he sat up straighter. "But for the Reich!"

 

***

 

That night Dieter did his duty-several times. Leni Kurtz was every inch the beauty the reports had indicated-but she was completely inexperienced. Their first encounter had been delicate-Karin was still virgin and Dieter was quite a large man. He did his best to be gentle as he entered her and was pleased that she clung to him tightly as he took her that first time.

A few hours later, he took her again. This time her hymen was no encumbrance and he made sure she got her fair share of pleasure from the coupling.

I must have succeeded, he told himself the next morning when she appeared at his stirrup and hugged his leg. Good. He ran a hand through her hair and promised to visit on his return trip. I have to come this way in any case, he told himself. If only to pick up my new slave girl! He thought of that so well-trained beauty in his bed and smiled. I should have used her last night-when Leni left and returned to her own bed.

He had considered doing just that-but eventually decided that it might be construed as an insult.

No, he touched the Kurtz girl's cheek and motioned her away from his saddle. Better to leave this way. He waved at his host who had remained standing on the long veranda and signaled his aide to move out. Everyone is happy. He nodded as his horse moved down the long path that led to the military road. Besides, I'll have my pick of slave girls when I get to the capital. He glanced at the sun. Sometime this evening if I don't dawdle...