Landa grabs the blindfold she'd left on the bed. He holds it up in each end, showing her what's on his mind.

"You wouldn't dare, Hans. I warn you."

"Wouldn't I? Are you sure about that, Lucinda?" He crawls closer to her, making her back up against the headboard - she's caught. Thoughts of an escape rush thru her mind, her heart beats fast.

"Now, be a good little Jewish slut...and do as I say."

She trembles with fury when he calls her that - she wish he would stop. By now, he's really close - trying to reach out for her face. She wants to push him away, but something inside tells her it would be very foolish. His wide grin frightens her more then ever.

"Oh, mein schlappe. Don't fight me, it's useless."

Unwillingly, she lets him cover her eyes with the blindfold. The intrusive darkness makes her feel so small, so vulnerable. It seems like everything around her had gone deadly quiet. Though, she doesn't have to wait long until she feels his warm hand caress her cheek and then, light kisses on her cheekbone.

"You look truly beautiful with that blindfold. It almost...suits you."

She can't see him but she knows he's grinning at her. He loves the control, the power he possess over her - that feeling alone makes him aroused and hard. An unwelcoming urge makes her wanna reach out to touch him again.

His hand travels down to her throat - he wants to grab it, force the air out of her lungs. For a brief moment he thinks about it, but that would end all the fun. He wanted to play with this eager little bird the whole day.

"Hans?"

"Ja?"

"I want more."

Her words almost surprised him. He didn't expect her to give up so soon yet - though, it was of course very welcoming. He continued touching her - gently stroking her collar bone, then down to her breasts and finally he plants his hand directly between her legs, making her slightly gasp.

"You love it, don't you? You want me to touch you, fuck you all day. Isn't that what you want, schlappe?"

Tatyana simply nods at him, unable to speak as he rubs her intimate parts into a wet and hot frenzy. God, how she wants him. It's true she had been waiting for this moment efter since that day in the alley. But his touch made her even more crazy then the last time.

"So, be a good girl and tell me you want some NAZI cock."

"Never. I would never go that low. Just give it to me."

The slap over her cheek makes her almost dizzy. She tries to hold back the hears, but slowly they start to show anyway as they run down her cheeks.

"Don't you ever contradict me. Do you understand?" The threat in his voice tells her it's deadly serious. She knows it's not wise to challenge him.

"You pig.." Is the only thing she's able to say thru her sobbing.

"Oh, I'm a pig alright." He chuckles at her. He looks down at the petie woman before him. How he loves the control, the power. One hand instantly grips his aching erection - he has waited long enough.

He lifts up her legs to place them on his shoulder while his aching cock push against her pussy. A low moan escapes him. With a quick yank he pulls her skirt upwards. He doesn't ask before he thrusts deep inside her - hearing her gasp as the hard flesh invades her wetness.