Small Comforts

<<Kiev, Ukraine>>

Sturmkreiger Vogel pushed back the old woolen blanket that served as the door to his quarters and ducked inside. It was a modest accommodation in an old abandoned apartment, but it had served him and his unit well enough to keep the chill out of his wire-laced bones. He sat his unfired Sturmgewehr 54 rifle down on the kitchen table, unbuckled the straps from his helmet, and lifted it off of his head. He took a deep breath as he ran his gloved hand through his stark blonde hair before whistling.

From the bedroom, the fresh young face of his servant appeared. "Come, Marie. Help me out of this." he said, lifting his arms. The French girl slid sheepishly out of the bedroom. He smiled at her with the same affection one would a favorite pet. Unlike others of his unit, he did not demand his servant wear her obedience gear while he was away, but rather a tasteful floral patterned dress. He was quite progressive in this way, as he did not believe in being cruel to animals.

The girl, whom he had traded a Luger for, immediately set to task of unbuckling his Blitzwulf armor. Her delicate fingers, once utilized at a clothing factory, quickly made work of the buckles and braces. Vogel closed his eyes, wishing he could play some Wagner. Unfortunately, sound discipline forbade it. Still, he couldn't help but imagine himself as a glorious Teutonic Knight being attended to by his squire.

She gave a firm but efficient yank on his armored vest and shoulder pieces as Vogel freed his well-muscled and augmented arms. She pressed her chest against his back and slid her fingers forward to his defined abdomen. He felt a delicate kiss on his shoulderblade, and a slight grin turned up one corner of his cheek. She shouldn't have done it, a fact she both well knew and was hoping for.

"Tsk Tsk." he said, glancing over to see her biting her lip. She turned away coyly as she began to kneel slightly to remove his ammo belt. Vogel allowed her to slide her hand into his high-waisted trousers until the tips of her fingers were barely brushing the root of his penis. With a smooth motion, her fingers snaked around his swelling manhood until she cradled it. Her other hand pulled at the waist until his pants slid down far enough to free it from his dusty uniform.

Vogel glanced down to see her delicately stroking him to erection as her tender lips stole small kisses down his back. Soon, she was on her knees; her hand moving in long, steady strokes. "How went tonight's hunt?" she asked, already guessing the answer at his rapidly swelling cock. Vogel sighed.

"Not as well as expected. We found the sniper. A red-eyed Ukie with a big, bushy beard and a rusted steel tooth. Not that Von Malkin minded." he said with a chuckle. Marie returned with her own coy chuckle as he slowly turned to face her. She folded her hands in her lap, her eyes full of delight to see Vogel's manhood. Her mouth opened instinctively. Vogel looked down and smiled, but wagged his finger. She had to be punished for kissing him. Marie pouted, but sat at the ready should he change his mind.

Vogel looked down upon her as she sat. Her pale, pert breasts filled his view as she leaned forward slightly to pull off his jump boots; causing her wavy brunette hair to cascade over his upward curving erection. "If only they knew the life of a soldier..." Vogel thought to himself, shaking his head in mild bewilderment as to why any would want any other fate. "But alas, they are not Ubermensch." he thought.

When she was done, she sat back up; causing his penis to slide against her soft, alabaster cheek. Her training wasn't ideal, he had to admit; but out here on the Front such things could be overlooked. He sighed in feigned disappointment before ruffling her hair with his hand. She looked up into his stern face before he smiled, and nodded. Marie made a cute little double clap, and engulfed his cock with her mouth. Vogel lit a filterless cigarette as her pouty lips slid up and down his shaft. She reached behind him and held his firm ass in her hands, eliciting a quick, light slap on her cheek. Some discipline had to remain, after all.

She squealed slightly, but immediately clasped her hands behind her back and resumed using only her mouth. "Good girl. You may put your finger in your ass." he said as he exhaled. Her eyes went wide with delight as she gathered up the back of her skirt with one hand, the other seeking her tight, tiny hole. The muffled moan as she slid a digit in hummed on his cock as he took another drag, wondering what tomorrow's mission would be. He exhaled, stubbed the cigarette out, and leaned over her, blocking out the overhead bulb. As her face disappeared into shadow, Marie's mind fractured into a kaleidoscope of wanton lust and sheer terror. A tear escaped her eye as he pulled her up by her throat with one hand and hoisted her leg with the other.

Holding her like this, his enhanced arm began to lift her into the air until her delicate toes danced about, seeking purchase. She took a breath through her nose as she felt her soaking wet sex slide over his cockhead. As her mind remembered the horror and depravity of the camps, her body betrayed her completely. She moaned throatily as his shaft slid into her suddenly.

Vogel released her throat and hoisted her other leg, his powerful frame easily bearing her weight as gravity assisted his penetration. She shuddered against him, her pussy clamping down instinctively while her hands were still clasped behind her, one finger in her ass. There, with his cock starting to hammer in and out of her and her feet dangling behind him, Marie's body was wracked with a terrifying orgasm, each wave shattering what little resistance and courage she had built up during his absence.

Vogel bit her ear hard as his hot breath was on her neck. He was impressed. She was still clasping her hands behind her back, her own body holding her to his will. Seeing her like this caused his blood to throb and cock to swell. He wouldn't last long tonight. That was alright. He had a long day tomorrow. He could feel her ribs just slightly as his body pressed against her.

"Poor girl. She hasn't been eating enough in these conditions." he thought as he turned to set her on the table. Now that his hands were free, he quickly pulled the top of the dress down, exposing her erect, pale pink nipples. "I'll be sure to send the squad over to fill her belly."

Marie was quivering and writhing, not only from the now savage fucking she was receiving, but also from the fact that her finger was now wedged in place inside her ass and bent painfully backward. She hoped it wouldn't break. She prayed it wouldn't break. A servant with a broken hand is useless, and useless things did not fair well in this place.

"Are you thirsty?" Vogel asked with fire in his breath.

"Yes! Yes!" she replied, both from genuine starvation as well as the hope he'd pull her to the ground and save her precious digit from mutilation. He pumped harder and harder, causing her to wince and her thighs to quiver. Her cunt seized suddenly. "Yes! Oh God, I'm so thirsty!" she cried out. Vogel gritted his teeth wickedly as he hammered again and again into her, causing her finger to bend even more. She whimpered and cried out "Please!"

At the last moment, he ripped his cock out of her and pulled her head down. She opened her mouth, her cunt spasming, as his load erupted in great arcs of cum. She pulled her finger out to the first digit, relief washing over her as she closed her pouty lips around his twitching, gushing cockhead. He watched as her throat bulged with a sudden thrust as he facefucked her hard and deep. Her eyes met his as his seed shot down her throat. Seeing her swallow as much as she could, he relented, and pulled his glistening, deflating cock from her.

Marie sat on the edge of the table, cum covering her lips as she gasped for air. Vogel stepped away, stuffing his wet cock back into his trousers as he grabbed another cigarette. She sat there, her chest rising and falling as he sat in his chair to read to daily war reports, ignoring her completely. After a long while, she slid off of the table on shaking legs, somehow managed to rearrange her skirt, and returned to her place in the bedroom.

He hummed along to Wagner in his head as he turned the pages. The bedroom light went out. Vogel paid no attention.