Occupation

by Jeff L. Dawson

  "Herr Corporal, do you like what you see?"

  Of course he did, but to admit it could result in grave repercussions if the colonel heard of his comments, for they were the same as all men. How they wish they could taste her sweet, sensuous charms.

  "Frau, the colonel will be very pleased to see you tonight in such an elegant dress." With that, he hastily made his way back to the fireplace to hang up the coats. His voice trailed off as he headed towards the coat hanger.

  "Frau, please move towards the lift; the operator will take you to the third floor."

  Svetlana smiled with his kind words and prepared for the evening entertainment. Yes, the colonel will be waiting. But it is I who will have the surprise.

  "Danke, Corporal."

  The lift operator was having the same problem of not lusting over this beautiful creature entering the lift. Most of the women he was accustomed to were the local whores whose features were hard and used. They were playthings for the colonel, and usually after one or two visits, they were never seen or heard from again. They were promised great lives that lay in wait for them in the Fatherland, land, riches, and prosperity. They would become model women of the Third Reich. The colonel would usher each one onto a passenger car fit for a queen, destined for the rich lands of the Reich, but what awaited them was hard labor, or becoming trophies for vile commandants, and for those who didn't please their masters, a trip to one of the concentration camps.

  "Good evening, Frau, the colonel is expecting you. I see you have a little guest this evening. Wouldn't it be better if she stayed with Kurt and I while you entertain the colonel?" Svetlana played coy for a moment thinking of the correct response.

  "That won't be necessary. She will not be in the way and I'm sure there will be an anteroom she can stay in while I entertain." The operator nodded in agreement. He was mesmerized by her full round breasts which were partially exposed. He kept his thoughts to himself.

  The lift reached the third floor, the operator opened the door and bid her a good evening.

  "Danke." She and Dina exited the lift and made their way to the double hinged door.

  "Dina, remember, stay in the corner until I motion for you. Tonight you shall fill your veins with the sweet thick blood of an officer." Dina looked up at her and nodded with a small evil smile. Yes, another fine trait she had passed on to her daughter.

  Svetlana knocked lightly on the door twice with her white bare knuckles. She heard the sound of hobnailed boots approaching the door. The latch turned and the door swung open. Colonel Eckhart’s frame filled the entrance. He was wearing his best dress uniform for the occasion, a black tunic with black breeches and of course, the customary highly polished boots. His white shirt was spotless and heavily starched. It was adorned with a long, thin black tie and the customary swastika tie tack. She took in all of the medals decorating both breast pockets. His medals could have been hard fought for and won in various battles, but they would be of no consequence this evening. It would be she who would be bearing at least one medal.

  "Frau Romanov, how good of you to join me this evening. And what have we here? I didn't realize I would be entertaining two guests this evening. Please, come in." She found his remarks about Dina disgusting. It was obvious this man, this symbol of the new order, cared only for the pleasures of the flesh at any age.

  The room was that of a well lived-in museum. The size was magnificent, ten meters wide and twenty meters long. It was full of antique paintings and furniture. It reminded her strongly of the Boirarsky residence and she instinctively hated everything about it. Oil paintings of men long since passed. The head of local game animals mounted prominently on the walls for all to see. Furniture well-polished and properly placed. The one addition she did like that was missing from Kirilli's palace, was the decorative rug on the floor. It almost covered the entire wood floor. It appeared to be oriental in origin. The colors and floral patterns were much too bright to have been created in Europe. She quickly identified an unknown quality, it absorbed and muffled all sounds in the room. There was no echo when words were spoken or steps were taken. This would come in very handy when the time was right.

  "Good evening, Colonel. I see you have gone to much trouble for our evening together." She pointed towards the small dining table set for two with a bottle of wine or champagne chilling in its stainless steel holder.

  "Think nothing of it Frau; it was no trouble at all. Please, shall we sit and talk? Dinner won't be ready for another hour-and-a-half. But what shall we do with the small child?" Again, the glance he passed over Dina was almost too much for Svetlana to bear, but it wasn't yet time. Patience Svetlana, patience.

  "Colonel, she will be fine. Why don't we move into the bedroom and she will wait for us out here." Colonel Eckhardt was taken aback by her forwardness. He hadn't planned on any activities until at least after dinner.

  “Wouldn’t you prefer a glass of cool champagne first?" Svetlana paid no mind to his courtesies, and moved towards the two closed oak doors she had noticed to her right when entering the room.

  "Colonel, are you going to join me or would you rather entertain a small child. I should warn you, if you don't play nicely with her, she does bite." The colonel let out an enchanted laugh.

  "Frau, if she were to bite me, I fear the consequences would fall upon yourself."

  She ignored his comments and repeated her words with a little more authority in her voice. "Colonel, shall you join me or shall I stay in the room alone?"

  He didn't appreciate her tone, but felt it wise to join her. He could deal with little Dina when he finished with this vixen.

  The room was lit with electric lamps, a luxury not available or wanted by either clan. She found the hum of the current annoying. She liked how the light flooded the room, but like the Germans who used it, it was cold and sterile. Candlelight had a quality engineers would never be able to duplicate, soft, warm, and quiet. This too could be a benefit when the time was right. The lamps did not produce shadows as did candles. She could have asked for no more.

  "Colonel, you have said nothing of my dress this evening. Do I not please you? Perhaps I chose the wrong garment for the evening?"

  It was the first time he took in her complete appearance. She was stunning. Her long, red, shoulder length hair perfectly complemented the emerald green dress. It rested halfway down her full robust breasts. Her cleavage was extremely prominent and noticeable. The dress was tight fitting and suggestive.

  "Frau, my apologies. Your outfit is very fitting for the evening’s plans and since you are so eager to begin, I suggest you disrobe immediately."

  She did not appreciate being commanded to undress, but his hours of giving orders were limited.

  "Colonel, before I start, I have one request."

  "Yes Frau, what would that be?" His tone was taking on the demeanor of Captain Brown’s, hard, cold, and lifeless.

  “Look into my eyes and kiss me. I will know by your eyes and sweet kiss that this night will be a success."

  Eckhardt found this request odd, but obliged. He stopped unbuttoning his tunic and shirt, turned her towards him and looked into her deep icy green eyes.

  "Colonel, kiss me." On command he complied with her request. Her eyes had completed the first task. He was now under her utter control.

  "Do you like what you see, Colonel? Are you satisfied with my body? Are you ready to play?"

  The only words that came from his mouth in a hushed whispered tone were, "Ja, Frau." They both removed all of their clothes and moved towards the bed.

  "Herr Colonel, I wish for you to love me as you have loved no other woman before. I will be your conquest. I shall bring you rapture you could never imagine. I shall be another medal you can parade on your chest." Her words wormed through his subconscious, creating thoughts that had been washed away by her spell. He wanted to resist her words but it was futile. He was under her command.

  She laid herself on the bed and pulled the colonel on top of her. The fee
ling and scent of a large muscular man pressed on her flesh, flooded her brain with pleasant memories and conquests of the past. She had missed the feeling of a strong man taking her. She missed the smell of sweat, the beating and pounding of hearts. Nikoli had been cold too long. Her encounter with Captain Brown had awakened all of those feelings. Tonight, she would finish what the captain had bungled. She pulled Eckhart’s mouth down hard on her own. Their tongues darted in and out of each other in a frenzy of activity. She felt him growing between her thighs which were starting to moisten for him. His hot breath on her cool skin heightened all her senses from the past. She felt small beads of sweat starting to exit his pores. His strong hands were wrapped around her back. Her hands were clenching and pulling on his hair. She could not get him close enough. All the while, she made sure his eyes never strayed far from hers. He could not break the trance she had cast, nor did he want to. She was a creature to behold. No woman had felt this good in his hands or so willingly accepted his advances. The light smell of her apricot scented perfume (a gift from a client long since passed) surrounded him, adding confusion to his senses. He must take this woman into his stable and make her a permanent addition.

  She pushed him back, looking into his eyes. The hypnotic trance was tightening in his brain like a noose around his neck.

  "Colonel, I am ready. Take me now." She had waited for this moment. The feel of a man throbbing and thrusting in her. She could wait no longer. Together they guided him between her soft, wet folds. She took a deep breath as he slowly entered an area that had been vacant for much too long. The feeling of him moving deeper inside awakened every sense that had been dormant all these years. She gasped as he plunged deeper inside of her. He had never been with this type of woman before. He could feel her muscles wrapped around him, pulling him deeper inside. It was as if she could control every muscle in her body on command. She let out her breath as he had fully filled her.

  Her legs wrapped around his back and commanded, "Herr Colonel, I want everything you have to offer, now!"

  He started thrusting and pumping on her harder and faster than he could have imagined. His heart rate accelerated to over 160 beats a minute. Svetlana could detect the beats. She could feel every vein popping out of his skin. She could almost taste his sweet blood flying uncontrollably through his body. Eckhardt was pumping in her harder and harder. His mind felt like it was going to explode. He wanted to slow down but was unable, his actions were not his. Something else was driving him to this maddening pace. She could detect another movement of the colonel. He was filling up. The fluid that she had come to take was building up rapidly. The colonel was having a hard time breathing. She couldn't let his heart explode, so she slowed down his pace enough to keep him alive. Eckhardt was still furiously thrusting in her, but moved in a more rhythmic manner as the pain built inside of him and intensified.

  In a hushed and out of breath voice he spoke, "Frau, I give you all that I have and all that I am."

  And with that, he released all of his fluids into her. The sensation of his thrusting and pumping his manhood into her was what she wanted. She dug her fingernails deep into his back, breaking the skin and drawing trickles of blood. He screamed with pain and delight. He could not get enough of her. She wanted every ounce of liquid he contained. With each feeling of his hot fluid entering her, she dug her nails deeper and deeper into the skin. Her voice was broken and erratic.

  "Yes, Colonel, yes! Give me all that you have. I need every drop in me."

  One more thrust and he was completely empty. He had no more to give. She was disappointed it couldn't have lasted longer, but he was only a human. She felt his heartbeat starting to slow. His breathing was becoming normal; she also knew she couldn't hold him in her trance much longer. She flipped the colonel onto his back and mounted herself on him.

  "Herr Colonel, I have one more surprise tonight." She closed her eyes allowing him a moment for his mind to clear. She wanted him to see the surprise with a somewhat clear mind.

  "Frau," he queried. "What would that be?" She flashed an evil grin revealing something he hadn't seen before. The two incisors appeared to be growing at an alarming rate.

  "Herr Colonel, look to your right. That is your surprise." He tilted his head to the right. He felt her thighs gripping his legs as if in a vice slowly clamping down. And there to his right, was sweet little Dina. She had the same evil smile as the woman.

  "Little girl, why are you...."

  Dina opened her mouth revealing long, white, razor sharp fangs. He was alert enough to realize what was happening but was unable to move. Svetlana's legs had him trapped and her claw-like hands pinned him against the bed. The last words he heard were:

  "Feast, little Dina."

  The electric lamps were perfect. Dina could see the large carotid artery pumping in his neck. She opened her mouth wide and plunged deep into the vein of life. She was a voracious feeder. Her small body needed at least two-and-a-half liters to feel rejuvenated and alive. Svetlana knew she would have to watch her closely. Dina would be able to drain all of his blood in less than three minutes. She would need him for future use. As the blood flowed into Dina's small body, Svetlana could see color returning to her pale skin. Good, my little Dina is getting her fill. Time moved slowly as Dina filled her aching body of the thick, strong blood. It was now time for Mom to have a taste. Svetlana pulled on Dina's hair to release her grip from the colonel’s throat. She ignored her mother’s pull.

  “Dina, now, release from him immediately!" Her words were loud and harsh. The carpet kept her voice muffled and in the confines of the room instead of echoing wall to wall.

  "Dina, now!" She smacked the back of her head with her open hand. Dina reluctantly released her fangs and moved back. Droplets of blood glistened on her fangs. Svetlana now took her turn and made sure she entered the same portals Dina had made. They were low enough that the starched shirt would hide them from view. She had fulfilled the tasks she came to accomplish. The colonel had filled her womb with his warm life-providing fluid and now she was filling herself with his very life blood. Her plan had been perfectly executed. Now, there was one more task at hand. She knew the clan members would never accept him into the fold, and like others before him, she regurgitated the microbe that would ensure he would never be a lifetime member.

  Satisfied with her work, she told Dina to go back to the main room while she dressed and prepared herself for dinner. It would be rude and poor form if they didn't enjoy all of the preparations the colonel had gone through for his guest. It would be another thirty minutes before the colonel regained consciousness. They would dine with the colonel and then return to their confines and turn the colonel over to Kirilli and Nikoli. The night had been a true victory for Svetlana.

  Chapter 14

  General Von DerGraff

  The original plan envisioned a high ranking officer, but they had not dreamed they would be bringing a General into the clan. Thanks to Svetlana's unexpected encounter with Colonel Eckhardt, he had joined the Romanovs. Nikoli never understood how she managed to find a colonel, but there was no time for questions. He was a welcome addition and they put him to use immediately.

  It was Nikoli, who passed on the intelligence to Kirilli that General Von DerGraff from Warsaw was coming to Krakow to visit with the colonel about the complex being built north of town, and to discuss the threat letter he had received anonymously about leaving the area or death would seek them out. Nikoli had also noticed a new spur had been laid just west of the station heading out to the old brewery, but there was not the time to go investigating a construction project. Ensuring the food supply stayed available was the priority. All other matters would be dealt with later.

  The general was due in town Wednesday after dark. They would be traveling on the E77 with a full escort. Kirilli knew the patrols had been doubled lately with the disappearance of Captain Brown and others, but even with the doubling of the guards, no real alarm had been raised. A general, however, would h
ave his own escort. It would be necessary to use many of the new members (including the colonel) to carry out a successful attack. Colonel Eckhardt had stated there would be three vehicles in the convoy. The first two would carry guards numbering around two dozen; the general would have one aide and two guards in his car. The best place to plan an ambush would be south of the Miechow checkpoint. Once the convoy was five kilometers south of Miechow, there would be no patrols until they arrived on the outskirts of Krakow. Eckhardt would accompany them with his own patrol. It was a tenacious plan.

  Nikoli was about to initiate the most ambitious attack he had ever been involved with. In the past, previous patriarchs had drawn up plans of this magnitude and issued the orders accordingly. This time it was he who would be giving the orders; the full weight of the responsibilities pressed down on him. The burden weighed heavily on his mind. If it failed, he would have no one but himself to blame. There would be no hiding behind others as he had during the Crimean War. The responsibility of the mission fell on his shoulders, and his alone. But the risk was worth it. The population was thinning rapidly. Kirilli had pointed out that for the final phases of the plan to be successful, they would need an officer higher than a colonel. So it was. The clans headed out separately. Kirilli would take his team of Sasha, Dmitri, Roman, Sergei and their collective guards and bypass Krakow to the east; Nikoli and Svetlana would go to Krakow and meet with the colonel. He would arrange for the three of them (with a driver) to view the countryside. The remaining group, Yakov, Stephan, Taras, Natashia and the guards they had converted, would swing east of town and meet them at the designated crossroads.

  Each group headed out early enough to reach the appointed ambush area well ahead of the general's convoy. Anything could happen. The general could have left early. The rotation of guards could have been changed or strayed from their appointed areas. Eckhardt had done everything he could to make sure the plan went off with few glitches, but Nikoli knew from experience, it was better to be earlier than late. Surprises or unexpected events could be dealt with if discovered in a timely manner. There was also the chance a few locals could enter the target area. Neither clan wanted to engage any of their fellow countrymen. The Germans were efficiently thinning out the population; they needed no help. The target was the general and his escort.