A/N: I DO NOT own Inglourious Basterds. I hope you all are enjoying the Olympics as much as I am! Shoutout to all my international readers, especially those in GB and France! Thanks also for the welcome back guys! One review per chapter please, and enjoy!

Moloko Plus

I opened my eyes during the early morning hours, the sun just preparing to rise over the horizon and announce a new day. Swallowing, I reached a hand up to rub the sleep from my eyes, aware of the massive frame that surrounded me, entangling me in its arms. Donny slumbered with his hands around me, pulling me in tightly and I longed to remain in the position, for the first time in my life feeling as though absolutely nothing could harm me.

Not only did I feel protected though, but the simple feeling of waking up beside someone was more intimate than anything I could have imagined. Walter always had to leave so that our sexual escapades could remain hidden from both our parents, but this, it felt so much more mature, and so much more connected both physically and emotionally.

Slowly, I sat up so as not to disturb Donny, taking his hand and placing it gently on his hip, which was covered by the sheet. The moment I lifted myself out of the bed he stirred, opening his eyes slowly and looking up at me.

"Hey." He mumbled, pink lips parting into a sleepy smile that made my heart flutter. Pushing a strand of hair out of my face, I suddenly became conscious of how I must look with sleep-swollen eyes and tangled hair that tumbled around my face like an unruly mane.

Standing up, I pushed the sheets away and scratched the back of my thigh, just as Donny leaned over and grabbed my wrist, pulling me back.

"Where are you going?" he asked, and I turned around, looking down so that he would not have to look upon my face.

"I look a fright." I shook my head softly, trying to move again but this time, Donny yanked me back so that I fell onto the bed on my back, the put his arms around me and pressed his lips to my cheek affectionately.

"You could never look anything less than stunning." He said, and I couldn't help but smile, giddiness taking over. It had been so long since I had felt this feeling, and it was truly something to behold, the way Donny's words made me melt like butter. Just a simple touch put me at ease, forgetting everything in the world from my vanity to the traumatic night I had experienced before. Right now, nothing mattered except the hulking brute in my bed.

With that, Donny maneuvered so that he lay beside me, before propping himself up on his elbow. With a gentle hand, he pushed a strand of hair out of my face and brought his index finger down the length of my jawline, eyes staring intently into my own. His touch was so delicate, and I felt myself sink into him, closing my eyes and savoring the feel of his finger against my skin. Leaning down, he placed the softest of kisses on my lips then pull away, returning to his side.

"How are you feeling?" Donny asked softly, his brown eyes shining with concern that truly made me feel better.

"Better with you." I replied honestly, silently reprimanding myself for the comment. I was making myself appear so desperate for him, but much to my surprise, his lips parted in a gaping smile and he leaned over and kissed me once more, before grunting and pulling away. As he did so, he rolled on his back and threw an arm over his face, the other resting on his groin.

"What is wrong?" I asked, and he said nothing, shaking his head under his arm. Following the line of his hand, I observed a pronounced bulge in his pants, outlining the thick shape of his hardened shaft.

Just the simple sight was enough to send blood flooding to my womanhood and my nipples, my face and chest becoming heated instantly. My body was suddenly alive and on fire, desire pulsating within me, desire and an undeniable need to have him touching me, kissing me, and caressing me.

Slowly, I moved my hand over, letting it come to rest on Donny's groin. He jumped, sitting up quickly and looking down at me, mouth open and face full of surprise.

"Woah what are you doing?" he breathed, and I sat up on my knees, crawling over to his waist before leaning down and taking the button of his pants, undoing it without a word. I could feel his eyes on me, quietly questioning my movements however I knew my intentions. I would please him, like nothing he had ever felt before. I wanted to give him nothing he had ever imagined or felt, and show him how much I longed to be his.

I pulled his pants off with ease, yanking them down his muscular legs then tossing them onto the floor, revealing nothing but Donny's erection beneath. Getting on my knees, I leaned over so that I was perpendicular to his body before taking him in my hands and stroking him softly. He tensed beneath me with a soft moan, hips tilting upward.

In a job where I had seen all shapes, all sizes of men, by far I had to say that Donny was the best. Perhaps it was simply because I had feelings for him, but I found his penis to be absolutely perfect. Not only was he gifted in length with a nice seven inches, but his shaft was also thick, with a mushroom-shaped head and definitive balls that I longed to take in my mouth. More than that, he knew how to use it, and men with both of those qualities were a rare gem, that I knew.

With my fingers, I traced Donny lightly, listening to him moan beneath me before leaning down and ever so slowly, running my tongue up the side of his shaft. I received a loud groan of pleasure in this, and continued my ministrations, blowing lightly on his head so that he bucked fiercely beneath me. Inhaling deeply, I lunged forward and took Donny in my mouth, relaxing my throat and taking him all the way to the hilt.

"Jesus!" he exclaimed, and I massaged him with my throat, breathing through my nose before coming back up with a gasp and returning to him, this time letting him thrust into my mouth. His movements were excited and erratic, each thrust carrying him deeper and deeper into my mouth, and I took every single inch of him, loving the feel of his smooth skin against my tongue.

He continued to grow harder and harder, veins standing out against his shaft and his balls becoming tighter to his body. As his excitement grew, so did mine, and I found myself facing a subtle throbbing between my legs as I continued to work Donny with my mouth.

Reaching back, I slid my hand between my thighs and began to rub myself lightly, my fingers just grazing my swollen clitoris which ached to be touched.

"Come here." Donny said, and I lifted my head, lips swollen before crawling up to him. Taking my face in his large hands, he pulled my mouth to his, kissing me firmly and sliding his tongue into my mouth without warning. Grasping a handful of my hair, Donny kissed me aggressively, causing a gasp to escape my lips as my body screamed for him.

Grabbing one of my breasts, he squeezed roughly, thumb brushing over my hardened nipple so that I arched my back, pleasure racing through my body. Without a word, he took me into mouth, biting down and sucking on my breasts so that I cried out each time, spreading my legs involuntarily with the resounding ache and heat that blossomed from my core.

With that, Donny sat up, leaning back onto a pillow and pulled me into his lap, hands around the small of my back. As I leaned in to kiss him, he let his mouth venture to my neck, taking my skin between his teeth and marking me as his own.

Looking into my eyes, Donny grabbed himself, and I sat up, slowly lowering myself onto him and letting out a sigh of both relief and pleasure as he entered me, driving himself in as far as he could go.

Putting his hands on the small of my back, Donny pulled me in and hugged my body into his own before thrusting into me slowly his lips grazing my own. Tilting my head back, I stuck out my chest and let myself go, along with everything else in the world.

Resting comfortably under a thin sheet, I turned the page of Tolstoy's Anna Karenina, sinking lower into the bed as I focused on the words of the great Russian author, absorbed deeply in the whiles of the beautiful princess Anna and her romantic trials.

Stretching my legs out, I rolled over onto my belly, quickly glancing over at the pillow beside me with a dent, a pillow which held the scent of the man who had slept there for the night and well into the day. Setting the book down with a smile, I leaned over and inhaled the aroma of Donny, a scent that shot down my nostrils and wrapped around my nerves, calming me in a way nothing else could.

Hugging the pillow to my body tightly, I opened my eyes, silently thinking about how he had furiously made love to me in these very sheets only a few hours ago, bringing me to a magnificent climax that scent pleasure exploding through each and every part of my body. Each time was more and more incredible, nothing I had ever experienced before and everything I had ever wanted.

A part of me felt guilty, for I had once pledged my heart to Walter. In no way shape or form was I in love with Donny, but I could remember experiencing the same feelings in the beginning of my relationship with Walter, and it simply felt wrong.

I could not decide if I was being foolish, or reasonable. If perhaps Walter had lived, we would be together right now, in this very moment working on a family and living in the beautiful home his father had built from the ground up. But then, I wondered if it was my youth speaking. Who was to say we would even make it out of our teenage years? Perhaps I was looking forward to a future that was quite improbable, leaving me now to worry about offending a dead man.

Deep down though, I knew what Walter would want. Being the sweet boy he was, he would want nothing but my happiness, and part of that would be moving on. But in moving on, what exactly did I want? What I had with Donny was…it was exhilarating, it was strange, but I could not quite identify it. The way he looked at and spoke to me seemed as though he really cared for me, and I certainly cared for him, but in the end, how much did we know of one another?

We had gotten the solid facts out of the way, the childhood stories, but outside of that how much could you possibly know about a person over the course of a few weeks? Enough to pursue a relationship that surpassed simple sexual relations? Because right now, that was what we had, and I was uncertain if or when I would be ready to move onto the next stage, and that was assuming Donny did.

My musings were cut short with several sharp raps on my door, and standing up, I strode across the room in a white silk robe that cascaded down my body and stopped at my toes. With my waves up on top of my head, I opened the door to find Omar, looking quite flustered.

"Yes?" I asked, and he swallowed.

"There's a message here for you. From the Nazi."

"What is it?" I asked with sudden dread.

"I don't know, his messenger won't tell me, he said he needed to deliver it to you personally."

So, my nightmare was very much real. The previous night had not in fact been a hellish dream, but a harsh truth that I was now forced to face. Donny had said he would speak to Aldo but what would that do? We both knew that when I came down to it, I had agreed to do this, and there was no way I could back out now. Not for all the pain or discomfort in the world. It was a sacrifice that I would have to make.

Just the thought made my stomach churn, the simple image in my head of being in Walter Janussein with his arms around me, touching me with hands that had killed and kissing me with lips that had commanded a thousand deaths. But that was the least of it because I knew what he wanted. He wanted to cause me pain in all the places Donny had given me pleasure, he wanted to destroy every last inch of me. It was terrifying, sickening, and worst of all, it was something I had once done.

The degree of my ministrations often varied from simple play, to sheer and willful cruelty. Some men wanted the experience as best they could handle, and I appeased them, using small whips made of tassels that could not hurt a fly. I would step on their back in my heels, perhaps assault them with a cunning tongue, but that was it.

Then there were the others, those that needed extreme pain to get off, those that I drew blood and screams from, giving them what many would consider to be a nightmare, and I knew deep down, that this is what Walter would do to me. It would not be simple harsh words, but physical violence with the tools I had once caressed in my hands carefully.

"Alright." I nodded, stepping past Omar on weak knees. The journey from my bedroom to the staircase seemed to take forever, and simply down the winding stairs was an eternity. I was however relieved to see that Walter was nowhere in sight, for I was not certain that I would be able to face him after last night. Not yet.

His messenger was as equally cold and calculating as he was, a boy in his late 20's perhaps with brown dark brown hair and blue-green eyes. His nose was slightly crooked, with boyish looks battling his harsh demeanor. As I descended the steps he turned towards me, staring at my every movement in a fine suit, his hat resting in his hands.

"Mrs. DeGoad." He said in French with a bow, and I crossed my hands in front of my body stepping towards him steadily. From the small smirk that played no his pink lips and the way he said it, it was evident that he very well knew that was not my name, however I elected to play along. There was no reason for anyone else to know that my cover was essentially blown, and I even neglected to tell Donny that Walter knew who I was working for. In fact, the details I left out were small, but seemed huge now as I thought about them. I did not tell him that Walter knew my true identity, and wished to keep it that way.

"How do you do." I replied with a small curtsey, before extending a hand to my "home". "Would you like a seat?"

"No, I simply am here to deliver a message from Mr. Janussein. He requests your presence tomorrow afternoon at his home, and asks that you remember the deal."

I could barely keep from lashing out and throwing the boy to the ground, raking my nails across his face violently as I let the tears stream down my face, however I was forced to remind myself that no matter how much the young man basked in my obvious discomfort, he was still the messenger, not Walter himself.

"Well it seems I do not have much of a choice. Tell him I will be there." I responded dryly, clutching my fist and digging my nails into my palm as I tried to maintain my composure in front of the young man.

"As expected. Now, Mr. Janussein asks that you wear this when you arrive tomorrow. A car will arrive here at two, sharply, I expect your husband will not be home then. You will tell him whatever you must, and you will return two hours later. Here is the piece that Mr. Janussein expects you to wear, and here is your contract." He said, digging into his pockets. Out of one, he handed me a piece of folder paper that I took with shaky hands. A contract? Just the simple mention of the word was enough to tear my nerves to bits. I wondered what hellish words could possibly be on it.

With the other hand, he gave me a small rectangular box and I took it, lifting the lid carefully to find myself looking at a diamond studded collar with a small W hanging off the end. W, for Walter no doubt. W, signifying that I belonged to him.

"Will that be all?" I raised my eyebrows, and the messenger nodded, bowing slightly.

"Yes, good day to you."

"And to you." I bade him, watching him walk out of my door and close it behind him. The minute he was gone I let out a loud gasp, the world suddenly caving in on me. I couldn't breathe, and my heart pounded in my chest rapidly, so much that it hurt. Grabbing my things, I raced up the steps to my room as quickly as I could, my breath so constricted that each inhale was physically painful. It felt as though I was truly dying, and shoving my things under the bed quickly, I finally collapsed onto the floor, with a final choking breath and fell limp as the darkness took over.

The Doctor called it an "anxiety attack", a term that was foreign to me, and in concept, made me feel nothing short of pathetic. Essentially, I failed to remain in control of my emotions, and in that, fell into such a panicked state that it trigged an episode, leading my body to experience all that had overcome me.

I was uncertain which was more humiliating, the fact that I had allowed my emotions to spiral completely out of control that way. I was beginning to lose my grip, and in that, was slowly destroying myself.

They kept asking me questions. What had happened to lead to this, what I was thinking about, and I lied my way through it effortlessly as I did every day, yet Aldo had a way of seeing right through me with eyes that appeared to read my mind, and while he said nothing, I had a feeling that he knew I was hiding something. Donny had been gone when it happened but when he returned several hours later, I was forced to face the worst of it as he paced back and forth in my bedroom, insisting that I could not keep up what I was doing.

But for the sake of my unraveling sanity, I had to. Knowing that I would help take the Nazi's down was the only thing keeping me from blowing my brains out, that and having Donny near. It frightened me just how dependent I was becoming on him, how needy his presence was to me. It was unhealthy and disturbing, however I kept telling myself that because I acknowledged it, perhaps it wasn't that bad.

And all of that, hours later led to that night where I sat in my bed, holding the folded sheet of paper carefully with shaky hands, behind the closed and locked doors of my bedroom. A contract, meaning that I was in this, and obligated to hold up my end of the bargain.

For a moment, I considered telling Aldo the full truth, wondering if just perhaps he would be understanding and pull the mission altogether, but the idea remained little more than a fantasy, and with a deep breath, I tried to steady myself as I unfolded the crisp paper.

The handwriting was elegant, stunning German script written with a light hand. With a swallow, I scanned down the page, a list of sentences followed by a statement at the bottom. Studying the writing carefully, I glanced down the paper and took each word in carefully.

1.) In my presence, you shall henceforth be known as E.

2.) For each meeting, you shall wear the attire provided, and the diamond collar which has been gifted to you.

3.) The dissolution of this contract means the dissolution of any deals made between the two parties.

4.) The arrangement shall be kept secret.

5.) You will arrive three days a week for two hours, and five hours on Saturdays.

6.) You will give yourself over, body and soul and obey each and every command given without question.

Crumpling the paper in my hand I lowered my head, bringing it down to my knees. I simply could go no further, I could not read anymore of the dictated words that floated before my very eyes, running together as tears pricked.

I had never felt more lost than I did now, and I knew that come tomorrow morning, I would be going to a place where I just may not return.

I laid in Walter's arms, resting my head against his chest and running my fingertips along one of his pectorials slowly, feeling his warm breath on my forehead. With each exhale, he tickled a stray lock of hair in my face, and I cuddled up beside him, hugging his body to mine.

Looking up, I carefully observed his youthful face, those large brown eyes under thick brows and his prominent nose. As I sat up, he glanced down at me and smiled, that familiar crooked smile that was always made butterflies flutter in my stomach wildly.

"I've missed you." I breathed, sitting up and pushing myself even closer to him. The warmth that radiating off of his body was comforting, and its absence made me feel as though I was missing a part of myself. So many nights ago had we laid exactly in this position in his room, holding each other after a passionate and inexperienced bout of lovemaking that was pleasurable for the both of us, no matter the technique. It was the simple feeling of being so close to him, being connected as one that truly brought pleasure, not the way that he moved or felt inside of me.

"I know. I've missed you too." He said, before coughing into his fist. As he did so, I noticed a small white speck fall from his mouth and tumble into the air, floating for a moment then falling onto the bed. Walter turned back to me and sat up, his small frame looking suddenly harsh and skeletal under the light. He was pale, gaunt, with sunken eyes that boasted dark circles and chapped lips.

"I'm so sorry about what happened. If I could do it all over again-"

"You can't." he interrupted me, licking hid dry, cracked lips. "You can't do it over again Lise. In fact, you have to move forward. Donny is a great guy, and he cares about you. You know that. Stop worrying about me and let yourself be happy."

"But…I don't know what happiness is anymore Walt."

"You do, you've felt it. Let him make you happy. I'm dead, I'm gone, and I'm not going to come back. I love you Lise, and I want you to be happy. You want you to be happy, and you don't even know it. The way to look at him, the way it feels when he's with you, it makes you happy."

"What if I can't fall in love again? What if it was just you?"

"You won't know unless you try."

Suddenly, the door was thrown open and we both looked across Walter's room to find none other than my father, standing in the doorway with a missing eye and blood covering his face. As he opened his mouth, a stream of blood spilled out and he cleared his throat before talking, panic rising within my body.

"It's time to visit your Master, E." he rasped, and fear began to creep into my chest, wrapping around me and squeezing my heart tightly so that my breath quickened.

"No." I shook my head, and my father stormed across the room, grabbing me by arm tightly and yanking me out of the bed. Turning back to Walter, I pleaded furiously for his help but he only gazed at me sadly, his body now more emaciated than ever.

"I can't help you now Lise. I'm dead." He croaked, before disintegrating before my very eyes into a pile of ashes. The moment his remains hit the floor I let out a loud cry, my body being violently dragged across the floor so that the wooden boards scraped the backs of my thighs, splinters catching in my skin. As blood trickled and smeared down my legs, I looked up at my father whose face was composed into a sneer, his missing eye leaving nothing but a gaping dark, bloody hole behind.

"Daddy please, please don't make me!" I begged, my voice suddenly rising several octaves so that I sounded as if I were 7 years old. My father looked down at me then opened his mouth into a smile, blood dripping from his lips. Then, I found myself in Walter Janussein's room of torture.

Dropping me onto the ground, my father disappeared, and I looked up to find a pair of shiny leather boots in front of me, leading up to long legs and a rail-thin frame belonging to the man who now owned me, body and soul.

"E." he said, and a chill went up my spine, causing me to twitch. It was now that I realized I was completely naked, and in humiliation, crouched down, covering myself with my arms and wrapping them around my body.

"You have been very bad Elise. You killed your father. You must be punished."

"No, he deserved it." I looked up, tears shining in my eyes as my innards threatened to break free in a tidal wave of fire. My stomach burned like hell, my skin crawling as though there were dozens of ants prowling my flesh.

"Yet you still killed him. Assume the position."

My back straightened on its own accord and I found myself sitting up on my knees, in the position that I was used to looking down at clients doing. With eyes glued to the floor, I watched as Walter's boots stepped lightly around me in a circle, as though observing and studying me.

"What are you going to do to me?" I asked in a timid voice that seemed to be far away.

"You have taken another life, you know the punishment."

"No, no please, he killed so many!"

"Thou shalt not kill Elise." He said, and I looked up, my entire body shaking violently as Walter stood above me brandishing a torch. Without so much as a word, he dropped it and it fell onto my body, fire taking hold of my flesh and travelling across my form, setting me ablaze.

The pain was like nothing I had ever felt before and I fell back on the ground, writhing in agony as my flesh was torn from my muscles by the yellow flames. Opening my mouth, I did the only thing I could, I let out a scream that ripped through my body as every inch of me was taken over by flame.

"ELISE!"

I felt hands on my shoulder, shaking me violently as my skin tingled, perspiration dripping down my face. The scent of burning flesh- my burning flesh- lingered in my nostrils as I kicked violently, gasping for air and fighting through the horrific nightmare which had felt more real than life itself.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself looking straight into Donny's shining with concern, but as I lay there, it wasn't Donny I thought about. It was everything I had just felt, seen, smelled, tasted, and experienced. It the terrifying images that were so detailed that I looked around the room wildly, before remembering I was safe in my bed, and nowhere else.

And then, I cried. Without warning, I fell forward and screamed into the night, screaming for Walter, screaming for what I had done, and screaming for what I had agreed to do. I screamed until nothing came out, I screamed until my throat was sore and my palms sported bloody crescent moons. I screamed, screamed, and screamed, as Donny took me in his arms and held me so tightly that it hurt, his massive frame squeezing me against his chest and assuring me that it was fine, it was a dream.

And when I was done screaming, I was no longer weak. I was no longer afraid, I was no longer a slave to the emotions that drove me.

I was reborn, and ready to conquer. No matter what I had promised Walter Janussein, I would make certain that he faced his death on his knees before me with no mercy, no compromise. He may have thought he controlled me, but in the end, he would be mine, and I would make sure that he saw his end.

They all would, each and every last one of them. They would pay, because I no longer cared about my humanity, I no longer gave a damn about the remorse and the guilt. I was going to be strong, I was going to be me, and I would apologize to no one.

A/N: When I was reading this, of course it rang a little Fifty Shades-y. I haven't even read the books, and I honestly always intended for there to be a bit of BDSM heavy material in here, so I really hope you guys don't mind where I'm headed with there. Here is the link to the Tumblr page for the story. There you can find updates, character photos, video, and posts just to back the story up in case it gets deleted. I've rewritten the first 5 chapters of this story so I'll be posting those weekly. The link will be on my profile page.