A/N: I DO NOT own Inglourious Basterds. One review per chapter please. Sorry for the long wait, I've once again been too busy for it to even be legal. I also do not own Leonard van Masoch's Venus in Furs, definitely one of the best books I've ever read for all you S&M fans out there. Also, I just need people to bear with me here. I've never really written a character that's somewhat shy and not really aggressive when it comes to taking on Donny. I'm just taking it very slow. Usually I have a seven chapter limit then sex, but who knows how long with this story.

B&B

I saw sensuality as sacred, indeed the only sacredness, I saw woman and her beauty as divine since her calling is the most important task of existence: the propagation of the species. I saw woman as the personification of nature, as Isis, and man as her priest, her slave; and I pictured her treating him as cruelly as Nature, who, when she no longer needs something that has served her, tosses it away, while her abuses, indeed her killing it, are its lascivious bliss.

I smiled as my eyes scanned over Severin's beautiful and poignant words. As a dommie, I had a bookcase stocked with erotic S&M novels. Venus in Furs had long been one of my favorites, and when I thought about it, I longed to be Wanda.

I spent so much time, breaking and beating men, but there was nothing more sensual to me than the thought of being broken. I longed for a man who would strike me, throw me on the ground, and completely tear me apart.

Such thoughts were interrupted though, as there were three sharp knocks on my door.

Standing up, I walked over and opened it to find Donny, leaning against the frame casually.

"Yes?" I asked, clearing my throat and holding my head high. I prayed my face wasn't as red as it felt. I hadn't forgotten our encounter outside, and I was sure he hadn't either.

"Couple of the guys were getting together tonight to go out, and I wondered if you might want to come."

I opened my mouth, momentarily stunned. Because I usually kept to myself, I had never really been invited places before, but for a moment I really considered it.

For a moment.

"Um...thanks but I'll stay here." I nodded.

Donny said nothing, seemed somewhat taken aback for a moment before nodding as well.

"Yeah, just thought I'd ask. Okay, see you around." he shrugged, spinning on his heel and walking away.

I stared after him for a moment before sighing and closing the door behind me.


I trailed my fingers over one of the silver manacles in one of the interrogation rooms, feeling the rough silver against my skin.

It seemed like it had been so long since I had left my old life, and I was still having thoughts about what I had read this morning.

Working back at the brothel, there was a sort of thrill I got out of dominating in the beginning. Problems with my dad and his friends, it was nice to be able to take all my frustration out on men, but it only went so far.

I wanted more.

I hadn't been with a guy and meant it since my first boyfriend. I actually hadn't really been with a guy at all since them. Vaginal penetration didn't often happen with my job.

I felt dead almost. Dominating gave me so much, and now I only got a guy tossed my way every now and then.

None of the guys had come to me so far and asked for me to do a job (not that I expected them to) and I was almost aching for some sort of pleasure. Whether it be getting fucked violently, or having my back whipped.

More than anything I was curious. I wanted to know what it was like, and I wasn't quite sure I would find someone to who would do what I needed.

"Shoot." I whispered, looking down.

I had just run my finger over the edge of a scalpel rather roughly, and the skin had split.

Almost instantly, blood rushed to the wound, but not only that.

Exhilaration. Relief. I smiled, looking down at the small wound and wiping it on my pants.

I knew what I was going to do, and who exactly was going to do it.


"You said you needed to talk to me?"

I turned around, finding Donny in my doorway.

I nodded, beckoning him in.

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and reconsidered what I was going to do. Of course, there was the chance he would refuse, tell the guys, and Aldo would think I had a serious problem. On the other hand, I could just lie and say I was trying to toughen up.

Looking at my freshly-made bed, I paid no mind to what was hidden beneath the sheets and turned to Donny, who was looking uncomfortable.

"Yeah, there's something I needed to ask you. Kind of a favor." I said.

He nodded, urging me to continue, and I took another deep breath, hoping that if I said it fast and got it out, my heart would stop pounding.

"I was...I was thinking. I was wondering really, if-if you would do something for me. I would pay you of course! But, I was wondering if you would be interested in...coming in here sometimes at night and..."

I trailed off, unable to get the words out. I dared myself to look up at him, but he merely looked surprised and somewhat amused.

"And...?" he raised his eyebrows.

"Beat me."

There was a heavy silence, and I looked up at Donny again. This time, the amusement was completely gone from his face, replaced by an odd expression.

"What?" he asked, narrowing his eyebrows.

"I wanted to know if I could pay you to-to beat me." I repeated, my face bright red.

"Beat you?" he repeated.

"Yeah. I mean, I just..." the words stopped coming out of my mouth as I caught side of his face.

His cheeks were bright red, and his fists had begun to ball up. As I looked down, small trickles of blood rolled down his fingers as he dug his nails sharply into his palms.

"What the fuck do you think you're playing at, asking me shit like that?" he exploded, visibly shaking, and I took a step back.

"I-I was just..." I trailed off.

"Fuck this." he spat, before turning around and slamming the door so fiercely that my mirror broke free from the wall and fell to the ground.

Shards of glass flew everywhere and I sighed, more confused than shocked. Donny had seemed more offended than anything, and the pure anger on his face frightened me. Had I said something I shouldn't have? Well, besides the general nature of the question."

Sighing, I sat back down, feeling the manacles resting beneath my sheets and laid back uncomfortably, feeling the uneven items dig into my back.

Well, so much for that.


I opened my eyes the next morning, hardly aware of where I was or what had happened the past few days.

Out of complete habit, I rolled out of bed with my eyes still closed, and walked across the room to where the bathroom had been in my previous place.

It was only when I unpleasantly ran right into the wall that I was completely awoken, she swore loudly as I stubbed my toe.

Limping back to the bed, I sat down and looked at my toe, which was throbbing but the skin had not broken.

Laying back in bed I sighed, ignoring the pain from my toe and stared up at the ceiling.

In my mind, things began to come back as I replayed the conversation from the previous day with Donny.

What the hell had I been thinking? Asking him to beat me? I must have been off my rocker, even more than that. I had lost my fucking mind.

No wonder Donny had freaking so bad. When I had asked, he probably thought I was a psycho. Not that I could even blame him.

A knock on the door jolted me from my thoughts, and I sat up.

"Come in." I said, pulling the covers over my body, which was scantily-clad in one of the sheer negligee's I had found in the closet.

The door swung open, and Aldo walked inside.

"Morning." he chirped, closing it behind him and strolling casually over to the bed, sitting down as if I weren't essentially naked.

Clutching the covers tighter, I cleared my throat.

"Do you need something?" I asked, shifting uncomfortably.

"Heard about your little spat with Donny last night." he said.

I looked away quickly as my face burned, trying quickly to make up an excuse.

"Figured you might get like that. Overheard him telling some of the guys. Look, ain't no problem with what you like. I know that one of the guys likes to dress up as a horse, surprised he hasn't come up here and asked you yet."

"It's not like that, I just wanted to...get stronger or something..." I trailed off, lying horribly. We both knew it was a sexual thing, but I prayed that Aldo would say nothing else on it.

My prayers went unanswered, because he leaned back across my legs, looking up at me.

"Can I ask you something Elise?"

I said nothing. As if I really could.

"When was the last time you had sex? Back at that house?"

I hesitated for a moment, before answering.

"I didn't sleep with my clients, I just beat the crap out of them. Occasionally I'd do oral, but nothing more than that."

Aldo sat up, looking at me hard.

"Never? You never slept with any of them?"

I shook my head.

"So...you're a virgin?"

I blushed brightly at the word and shook my head.

"No, I had a boyfriend. He was Jewish, my dad killed him."

Aldo nodded, smirking for a moment.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing, it's just kind of a surprise to know that you've only been with one guy in your entire life."

"I'm only 18."

"Well in your profession, that's really saying something. Let me ask you something else. He ever make you climax?"

At that my face flushed bright red, and I looked away.

"That's too personal."

"Is it?"

"Yes."

"Okay, okay. Well, I originally came up here to tell you, I'd be more than willing to take you on."

"W-what?"

"I'm not sure about all that whipping and shit, but what you said earlier, you were on the right track. Now most of us don't believe in hitting girls, but baby, Nazi's ain't going to care. The only way to toughen you up is to rough you up a bit."

I looked up at him, leaning forward slightly.

"Wait...what?"

"Be downstairs. Outside in ten if you've got it in you."

With that he left, leaving me with the mess I had just gotten myself into.