Vengeance

The sun is nearly down when Krueger pulls up to the gate, where the guard stops us.

“Halt!” He yelps with his hand up, then approaches the window.

“Ach! Hauptmann Krueger!” He says happily, then Hitler salutes him. Krueger returns it lazily. “You are back soon!”

The guard leans around Krueger and takes a few seconds to thoroughly undress and fuck me with his eyes, before he turns his attention back to Krueger.

“I see you have brought company!”

“May we please enter now?” Krueger asks impatiently.

“Yes, Hauptmann, I am sorry to keep you waiting.” The guard tells him and signals for his comrade to raise the bar which blocks the entrance. Krueger pulls through and heads down a small road which cuts through the middle.

“Wow this place is big!” I tell him in apparent awe.

“Yes, our installations are very large and sophisticated.” Krueger brags.

“What is that building?” I ask him curiously.

“That’s a barracks building.”

“Ooh and that one? Is that a kitchen?” I ask.

Krueger laughs. “I wouldn’t eat anything out of there!”

“Ooh and what about that one? It looks important!”

“That is where we keep our prisoners. Scum.” Krueger explains. “But don’t worry. You’re safe, nobody is breaking out of there.”

Krueger pulls up to the building which houses his quarters and his commander’s office, which I recognize, and parks his car.

“Here we are.” He says with a smirk.

“This is where we do naughty things.” I say playfully. He leans over for a kiss, and I oblige him with a quick one.

“Yes.” Krueger affirms. “Dirty things.”

“Very dirty. I’m about to do something downright awful to you.” I promise him with a wag of my eyebrows.

“I can’t wait to find out what that is!” He says excitedly, opening his door. “Shall we?”

I step out of the car and meet him at the front, where I take his arm. He leads me into the building and down the hall with the biggest grin on his face. Krueger can barely contain his eagerness.

“I want you so bad.” He tells me, closing the door to his quarters behind me. “You make this cold and un-inviting place feel so warm and welcoming when I’m with you.”

“That’s sweet of you.” I tell him with a smile. “I’m happy to show you the hospitality you deserve.”

“Come here.” He says, and closes his eyes. I lean forward and meet his lips with mine, the same time slipping my hand beneath my coat to grip the handle of the knife that I snuck in.

“За Родину.” I growl when I jam its blade between his ribs. His eyes widen in shock and terror.

“За Сталина.” I growl, pushing the knife deeper into his flesh.

Krueger makes a few pathetic **** noises as he paws weakly at his chest. He looks at me, eyes wide in disbelief. I hold him around his back to ease him down onto his bed, and only let go when he is completely still.