I could feel the desk living imprints on the backs of my hands. If Officer Neid didn't stop forcing me down, I would eventually either break the thing apart or fuse with it. But my mind was quickly thrown to other matters.
"…Pleasure house…?"
Neid's smile was like poison. "I was wondering how long it would take before you figured it out," he said. "But I couldn't stand the wait, so I had to spill the beans. Ich kann nicht Ihnen absolut widerstehen." His devious smile was, a few moments later, once again pressing down on my face.
Naturally, I did everything I could to resist him. I clamped my lips shut just as he came down upon them. He tried desperately to gain entry, but I knew I couldn't yield. But his tongue enticed my bottom lip to part, and he was once again inside me. The slime on his tongue was coating the inside of my cheeks, causing me to gag; Neid persisted. With a maniacal joy, he continued, completely aware that I couldn't breathe but happily doing nothing about it.
My chest was burning, and it felt like my lungs were about to explode. In a last ditch effort to live, I screamed into my commanding officer's mouth. And, looking stunned by my actions, he stumbled back, giving my face the freedom to breathe. Never before had I appreciated air so much.
"…You surprised me." Lifting my head up off the desk, I saw Neid clapping politely, the fingers on his left hand only touching the palm of his right. "Ich bin nicht häufig überrascht." His purple eyes had lost some of their animalism – I was more confident that he could think coherently now.
But, as if fate was toying with me, Neid placed two fingers upon my forehead. The heat radiating from his skin was burning me; if I cried out in pain, he either didn't notice or didn't care. He merely stared at me, smiling wickedly; his dogteeth glowed a faint shade of yellow. Not frequently did I get the urge to throw up my entire stomach, but I was having one of those moments.
"Ich habe einen Vorschlag für Sie," he told me.
I shook my head in immediate aversion – no part of me wanted to having anything to do with his plans, whatever they were. But my body wouldn't obey me and get to its feet. The absolute fear of what Neid could do was shackling me to the desk.
Neid pouted in the fakest way I'd ever seen. "Come on, don't be such a spoilsport," he said with a laugh. "You haven't even heard my offer yet. And trust me; you won't be able to refuse it." There was something menacing about the way he said it that caused my heart to sprint.
"Listen to what I have to say." My head began wriggling from side to side; I didn't want to listen to him. I didn't want anything to do with him. All I wanted was to get out of there. "Hey. Listen." The two fingers of his left my forehead and instead cupped around my mouth. He pushed into my skin, causing my lips to puff out.
"The Sklavenheim is where I please myself in any way I want – I have both males and females to suit whatever my taste is that day. It's an amazing feeling, so devilishly addicting…But, of course, the practice is very frowned upon by my colleagues."
"How many of them know?"
Neid laughed. "Niemand – I can't allow them to. If I did, it'd be my head."
Maybe I'd found an edge. "You won't get away with this," I told him, nearly spitting in his face; he didn't falter. In fact, his grin grew wider.
"You'd be surprised what things people will forget with a little…intervention." The left shoulder twitched – I followed it down and saw Neid's other hand. His fingers were almost caressing the handle of his…pistol…I gulped; it took all my strength to swallow.
"I want all of you – Ihr unglaublich süßer Körper ist zweifellos köstlich. But I can't have you blabbing on me to the first person you see." I could tell that he was getting to the good part now. His eyes deviated from their human element, retaking their ferociousness in a single moment.
Neid's fingers were almost having a spasm attack down by his gun – it was as if the animal desire to kill was overtaking his conscience.
He fell out of his stupefied state in the blink of an eye and continued talking to me. "If you give yourself to me and promise not to sell me out, then good things will happen to you. Think about it – promotions, prestige, weaponry, technology…They can all be yours. Everyone in the Sklavenheim gets the same deal. Ask them, they'll tell you how good of an offer it is.
"Also, sind Sie dabei, es zu nehmen, oder nicht?"
Sweat was coming down my face. Neid had killed people in order to conceal his secret…if I refused, then he would surely do the same to me. I felt faint. The man standing before me was a complete psychopath, ein klassischer Wahnsinniger, and he was willing to pay through his nose to keep up his illusion.
I was, by no means, an idiot. Even though my head was being pushed against my neck, I nodded.
Neid's fingers flexed, and I could see every individual vein – each vein that was waiting in heated anticipation to hear me scream their master's name. As hard as I tried, I couldn't peel my eyes away from them…
…Until, of course, I heard something tearing. I didn't have to look down to know what it was: Neid had completely torn my uniform apart with his hands. My bare chest was exposed to the madman; he licked his lips.
"Ich kann nicht glauben, wie vollkommen Ihr Körper geformt wird. Und das ist alles meinig." And once again, he was on top of me – there was no use in holding me down; his entire weight performed that task with relative ease.
His rough tongue was snaking its way along my exposed chest. It circled around my nipples, which hardened at his touch; it coated the crux of my chest with thick, viscous saliva. As he got closer to my navel, my back began to arch towards him. Despite all my effort to right myself, I couldn't stop.
Maybe I cried out his name, maybe I didn't. All I know is that afterward, his hands were clawing with ravenous abandon at my pants. While still sucking upon my abdomen, he fumbled with the belt until it finally came undone; he proceeded to rip my pants down and completely off my body. He yanked with such force that my boots flew like clumps of dirt from my feet.
I closed my eyes, trying not to believe what was happening. My entire body, still young and pure, was on full display for Neid. And he was enjoying every second of it.
Something hit my neck. It felt like fabric…Cracking one eye open, I saw something I particularly didn't want to – one of Neid's white gloves was on me. Not on his hand. And the other glove landed on me a moment later.
It didn't take long for me to feel Officer Neid's bare hands fondling my sac. His fingers were contouring to its shape, and once he was situated, he began to squeeze.
A sick feeling ran up my body, causing me to have a fit. I flung my arms, legs, anything that could move in order to rid myself of that feeling.
One firm slap from Neid settled me down. "Tun Sie bitte das nicht. Es schmälert mein Vergnügen." And he returned to my nether regions.
His smooth, slender fingers placed themselves upon my manhood. With his thumb, he traced circles about its head. I didn't have to see his tongue to know it was exposed, heading right for me. But it didn't stop my retching at the contact. Now I could definitely feel tears forming at the corners of my eyes.
As Neid put my manhood into his mouth, it betrayed me and hardened; a small cackle gurgled from Neid's throat.
Nothing was going to help me now. My hand curled into a fist before quickly unclenching and clinging to the desk's edge. I resigned myself to Neid and let him have his way with me.
"Ich kann nicht Ihnen absolut widerstehen" - "I absolutely cannot resist you."
"Ich bin nicht häufig überrascht" - "I'm not often surprised."
"Ich habe einen Vorschlag für Sie" - "I have a proposal for you"
"Niemand" - "None"
"Ihr unglaublich süßer Körper ist zweifellos köstlich" - "Your incredibly cute body is delightful."
"Also, sind Sie dabei, es zu nehmen, oder nicht" - "So, are you going to take it, or not?"
"ein klassischer Wahnsinniger" - "a classic maniac"
"Ich kann nicht glauben, wie vollkommen Ihr Körper geformt wird. Und das ist alles meinig" - "I can't believe how perfectly your body is sculpted. And it's all mine"
"Tun Sie bitte das nicht. Es schmälert mein Vergnügen" - "Please don't do that. It detracts from my pleasure."