His Lordship took a snifter of the late Commandant's brandy and, after a long pull, he put it on the nightstand. He sat on the bed. "Strip," he ordered as he pulled out a pipe and filled in a disinterested manner.

Katerina shuddered but she pulled off her short student lab coat and let it fall to the ground.

"No, no, no, girl. Make it seductive."

"Yes, Master." The word was easier to say now. Her fingers shook as she undid the top button of her blouse. Somewhere a woman screamed in staccato rhythm. Katerina could imagine the woman, shrieking with every thrust of her captor's hips. Did the voice sound familiar? By now she had completely unbuttoned the blouse. She opened the collar to let him see her brassiere. She hoped she was elegant in removing it from her shoulders. She stepped out of each shoe as she reached around to undo her brassiere. In a flash of inspiration, she turned her back to him, one hand on the hook in back, the other holding her dark hair out of the way. She removed it, her back still to him. She turned slowly, hoping her breasts would be shown to their best advantage.

"You have very pretty breasts, Katarina. Show them off." He gestured with the stem of the pipe.

Now flushed with shame, Katerina placed her hands under her breasts. She lifted them and gave them a small jiggle. They were smaller and flatter than they should have been because of the short rations she was permitted. Still, they elected admiring comments and unwanted gropes from the German officers. Her areolae were rosy pink and wide. Her nipples were small points that seemed shy, but they were coming to life, to her amazement.

Her Master gestured vaguely with his pipe. She let her breasts drop against her chest and slid her hands down to her full hips. She slid off her skirt and stepped away from it. Then the half-slip came off. Now she was clad only in panties (she had not had stockings for nearly two years). Modest instinct brought her hands in front of her chest but she hesitated, knowing that could bring punishment. She took the waistband of her panties and was about to remove the last piece of clothing when His Lordship spoke.

"Here, girl."

She shuffled to him until she stood two feet before him. He smirked evilly as he drew his saber from its scabbard and held it vertically, it gleam sinister in the dim light of the room. He pressed the blade flat against her flesh. He inverted the blade so the tip faced down and he gingerly put it into her waistband. With a flick of the wrist, he sliced off her last garment. It fell to the floor, exposing a luxuriant jet black pubic thatch. He re-sheathed the sword and, using the stem of the pipe, negligently poked at the hair.

"That will have to go, girl. Now, are you nearsighted, or farsighted?"

"Nearsighted, Master. Things get blurry for me at about thirty centimeters."

"What's that in English... Oh, about a foot. Oh dear. Well, I want you to see, so I'll let you keep those on. Now, on your knees."

As she knelt, he spread his legs. "Open it, girl." Her hands still trembled, but trembled less as she undid his trousers. She shifted within and freed his manhood from the shorts. She was used to the sight of a penis in her duties, but had never seen one engorged with lust, nor had she ever held an erection in her hands. Why does this feel right?

She stroked it in her hand and thought of the whispered gossip she used to hear... back in school... back with the nurses. She ran her fingers along it and it quivered to attention and the glans emerged from the foreskin, like a helmeted soldier peeking from its foxhole. And this one was ready for action; it stood so stiffly at attention.

"Good slave. Now, put it in your mouth and suck well on it."

She whimpered, but obediently kisses the head of her Master's cock. Then she took it in her mouth; her tongue caressed its taut flesh. She was surprised it was so smooth and that this act of a whore was so easy for her to perform. Then she took it in. She closed her eyes and tasted the salt of his skin. He stroked her hair and whispered endearments as he moaned with pleasure.

And she too felt pleasure. She felt the stirrings in her lions the heating of her sex. She knew her body was surrendering to this man, to his power and his authority. Her captivity gave her an urgency- not merely to submit to avoid punishment, but to let herself be subjugated by this strong man- a leader of men. If I am to be a slave bitch, let me be taken by the wolf who leads the pack.

He pulled out and shame and anger flared in her. But that lasted but a second as he pulled her to his lap. She felt his stiff manhood against her quivering flesh. Now he explored her body with his mouth. The touch of his lips, the feel of the stubble on his chin made her groan. Then his mouth went lower... to her breasts. Her nipples signaled her need. He kissed one and electricity went through her. She arched her back and squealed with delight.

He took the erect shaft of his manhood and rubbed it against the softness of her inner thigh. By now, Katerina felt the heat in her body, the yearning of her flesh to be taken. She spread her legs wide on his lap. He twisted around and laid her out flat on the bed and straddled his new possession. There she lay, naked and open, whimpering to be ravished.

"Master," she said in words that sounded as if they came out of a mewling kitten, "please take me."

"Do you beg?'

Katerina whimpered. "Yes, Master. I beg."

"But who are you?" He rubbed his iron hard phallus against her flesh. It made her tremble more.

She gulped and whispered, "Your slave, Master."

He smiled and let his hands traverse her body, stroking and pinching her suddenly sensitive flesh. He bit her nipple, which made her gasp with pain. But the heat and need from her womanhood overrode all else. She moaned and writhed in his lap, utterly wanton with the need she could not have imagined an hour ago. Then he brought her down on the bed pinning her underneath him, pinning her facedown under him. He grabbed her slender wrists in one hand and held them above her head as he slammed his hips into her flesh. The other continued to explore.

Only when she was utterly aflame, whimpering and begging under his expert ministrations did he deign to offer her release, sliding his cock into her hungry sex. It was as if he depressed the plunger to trigger an explosive in her body. She jolted upwards against his pinning body, mashing herself against his weight. He thrust again and again, penetrating her flesh. She felt the pain of her maidenhood parting from his ruthless onslaught. Her moans became purrs as he took her hard and deep... deeper with every thrust. Her sex, now dripping, opened to welcome the conquest.

She felt her animal need take over her mind. Body overcame soul as she began to scream and jibber in the sheer ecstasy of being ravished.

She could not believe the force of her orgasm; body nearly convulsing as she screamed herself hoarse, calling out to a God she was not sure she believed in anymore.

He too came and she felt the wetness within expand. She slumped beneath him, spent and defeated. And content.