Lucinda climbed out of bed, leaving a terrified Landa. She walked over to his desk, where she had placed her purse. Landa tried his best to see what she was doing - starting to slowly panic.

After some fumbling with her purse she walks back to the bed. Once again she straddles him, holding up the item she's brought with her. To his great fear he sees the black blindfold in her hand.

"Let's have some fun, shall we?"

"Wh...what are you gonna do with that?"

He felt himself getting really nervous by now, studdering like a little boy, ready to cry for mommy any second now. Landa whimpered softly, making Lucinda smile even wider.

"Awh, poor little Hans. Am I making you feel scared, huh? Don't tell me the big bad Jew Hunter is afraid of little me?"

She placed another heavy passionate kiss on his lips - making her almost aroused of excitement.

She looked down at him - his frightened eyes, his lips trembling, his hands slightly shaking. He has no clue what's coming next.

"Please...let me go. I won't tell anyone you were here. Please...Lucinda."

"Shhh, quiet Hans. You don't wanna destroy this lovely little thing we got going, right? Just relax and close your eyes for me. Come on, be a good boy, Hans."

Reluctantly he closes his eyes, knowing it would be foolish of him to argue with this woman - which clearly is completely out of her mind. An uncomfortable silence fills the dark room.

But he doesn't have to wait long until he feels the soft piece of cloth against his skin.

Even though his room was drenched in darkness, it was nothing to what he forced to put up with now.

"You know, I kinda like it kinky. Do you like it kinky, Hans?"

She was toying with him, like a little girl playing with dolls - she was the master of puppets. The intense darkness behind the blindfold made her voice sounding so evil, cold and terrifying.

He had totally lost his control and power - something he hated.

Landa tries to scream for help, but Lucinda is prepared - she quickly puts a finger against his lips, as if to say: don't even think about it.

He decides not to challenge destiny, so he stays quiet and waits for her next move. He's prepared for the worst - perhaps she's gonna torture him. Or maybe just kill him this instant?

Frightening pictures emerge in his mind, making his whole body tense.

The feeling of soft warm hands on his bare chest makes him almost jump with surprise. The hands runs down his chest and belly and starts to yank at his pants. Landa has no clue where all this is going. He imagined the worst - torture and then death. But this, was somehow pleasant.

With quick fingers she unbuttons and pulls down the zipper. Two hands grabs the pants and pulls them down his legs.

"What are you going to do? Please...don't hurt me."

"Hurt you? Oh my sweet Hans. Just shut up and relax."

Landa leans his head against the headboard, trying his best to relax but his body keeps on tensing - and then, a hand rubbing his most intimate parts. A loud moan escapes his mouth and he can't help himself anymore. He feels himself getting more and more aroused the longer she keeps touching him. Even though she can't see it, he blushes.

"Oh my, I had almost forgotten how big you were, darling. I would be a fool if I didn't find this arousing."

Landa notice how her breathing becomes heavier, making him grin. All of a sudden he doesn't feel so vulnerable and afraid anymore - he knew she had a weak spot.

He's deep down in victourious thoughts when he suddenly feels a wet tongue glide along his member. He had been to busy with his mind without noticing she had puleld down his underwear aswell.

A shiver ran down his spine as her tongue played along his shaft and over his swollen head.

He never would imagine her doing this to him. Was this some kind of revenge?`In that case it was indeed a very welcoming revenge.

"Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Mmm...yes. It does."

"Tell me you want me, Hans. Say it out loud.

He hesitates for a moment, weighing the options and the consequences that might follow with his decision. His tries to think clear, tries to think as the sly person he is. But at the moment all rationality has fled his mind.

"I want you, Lucinda."