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You have been Standartenführer Landa's personal assistant for over three months now. Your role was menial and dull, sending and forwarding letters, reading papers, and filing the great many notes he seemed to produce in his work. The one exciting part of your work was Hans Landa himself. You did not know how to take him; on the one hand, he was unnerving, unpredictable, and demanded total dedication, yet he had a strange, alluring nature that made you quake. This made you completely devoted to your job and Landa, which was the reason why, from this morning, you were single.

You decided that tonight you would stay in the office for as long as possible. The night soon passed, and you were idly thinking of the way Landa would tease you; he seemed to enjoy the way he made you squirm. Often, he would appear behind you to lean over you, one hand on your chair. You had got used to it, but tonight in the dead hours of the morning his action made you flinch.

"Herr Landa" you gasp "I did not hear you arrive"

"ah Sie" he murmurs, leaning over you in his signature move. "I am surprised you are still here at such an hour.

"I could say the same to you" you reply, turning your body ever so slightly to face Hans. You sat at about crotch level and looked up at the imposing figure dressed in grey. You noticed he looked tired and slightly dishevelled, his hair ruffled from shape. It almost made him look more handsome.

"Yes well you have caught me" he says a smile playing at his lips. "I have returned from a razzia". From one of his many pockets he fished out an assortment of papers which he placed in front of you.

"Was it a success?" you asked, watching him stalk his way behind his desk and into the corner where his drinks cabinet stood. You try not to watch him as you abandon your work to reach out to his deposit.

"Well yes as you will take from my documents" he replied, resting his large hands against the table and reaching to pour himself a drink"But for now you must tell me why you are here so late"

You gulp, unsure how to answer "I had a few tasks yet to finish mein Standartenführer" you reply, not wishing to divulge this mornings news.

"Really?" Hans asked in his tell tell sing song voice "You did not seem very busy when I entered"

"Well now I am" you reply quickly, shuffling through the papers

"They can wait until the morning" Landa replies sharply. "I wish to know why you really are still here" he turns his green eyes drilling into you. In his hands he held two glasses with about three fingers of rum. The liquid was a mellow brown, the same shade as his hair which was now as pristine as ever. "You have a meeting at an early hour" you reply, trying to change the subject and gripping the papers tightly

"You are changing the subject Fräulein" he chidded "what pray is the reason of your sitzfleische?" he walks back to you, now facing you head on. He places one of the glasses down and places one gloved hand on the desk in front of you. "You must be worrying your little boyfriend by burning the midnight oil in such a manner"

"Well" you reply, "I-" but you taper off, a frown tugging at your lips.

"Ah" the colonel replies, he tugs the papers from your hand and offers you the drink. You take it and immediately take a sip. Suddenly you feel very very tired. "When?"

"This morning" you reply, the side of the glass still touching your lips. "He argued I was monomaniacal and did not want to start a life with him, and that was that"

"What a strange reaction" he replied, he did not sound very interested. "I do believe he was a waste of your time" and as he said that he took a sip of his own rum.

You react with a grumble and you take a long sip, feeling the alcohol vaporising from your tongue. It was strong stuff.

"You see I keep this for special occasions" Landa says, noting your enjoyment of the drink. "I do not often cloud my mind with depressants but this evening I believe that we have earned a nightcap. Don't you?"

You nod in agreement. The alcohol was starting to make you feel a little brighter and you smile at Hans with your appreciation. Hans smiled back, a merry twinkle forming in his eye. You had never seen this side to him before, you didn't know if it scared or excited you.

"Now tell me, are you pleased at your new position?" You are taken aback by the question. "He really seemed to be holding you back, Mädchen"

"I suppose" you murmur, looking up at Hans who still stood, leaning against the desk and looking down at you in the seat.

"Come now" he teased "I am sure many a better man wished for you to be unattached. He seemed rather" for a moment he paused "deficient of manhood"

You snorted at that, being reminded of the few terrible times you had sex. Deficient was definitely the word. A smirk flashed across Hans' face.

"All of Paris will pounce on you" he said archly. You roll your eyes. The rum was really starting to hit you. It was obviously hitting your boss, his smile growing wider as your cheeks tinge red. "You'll be in such high demand you'll have to find sanctuary in Notre Dame"

You giggle and go increasingly scarlet this "stop Herr Landa" you groan

"and why should I do such a thing?" he asks pointedly, his smile only growing "when it is such fun to watch you squirm"

At this you let out a sigh which was louder than you expected which made you even more embarrassed than before.

"You are so- so!" "bothersome, tedious, vexing?" he offers. "devilish" you answer, standing from your seat and for a moment feeling rather light-headed.

"Well yes" he replied, inching closer to you, hand off the table and before you knew it he grabbed you by the face and pulled you into a sharp and rough kiss. Immediately you blanched, dropping the glass and gripping his lapels with your hands to bring him closer to you. It was like the tide had crashed into you and you where ready to let it take you.

For a moment your lips parted and immediately his was back onto yours. His lips where soft but he forcefully moved them against your own, pulling you further and further against him as if trying to claim you, body and soul.

He let go of your lips and grasped your head to the side, kissing and nibbling your ear hungrily "Now then" he murmured, his breath ticking your ear, giving you prickles all over. "I want you to tell me what you want"

"Please I want you" you replied feebly,

He chortled "now now you can do better than that can't you"

"I need you Herr Landa"

"Need me to do. What?" he asked

"To keep kissing me" you reply, frustration ebbing away at you

"ahh" was his reply as his lips turned to your neck, moving your head so that he could have better access to you. You lean into him, breathing heavily to his actions. You needed this. For so long there had been tension between you and him, and all of a sudden your dreams where becoming reality. You pull him further toward you, one hand snaking up to his shoulder and gripping it against your shaking fingers.

For a moment all was bliss as with his pointer finger he lowered the neckline of your dress just a touch to reveal your warm soft skin which he peppered with kisses and little bites. The hand which held his glass returned it to the table and reached up to the shoulder of your dress, pushing it down ever so slightly. His touch was like fire and you needed so much more.

"Please" you murmur, leaning your head against Hans' "please"

"Please what?" he asks against your bare skin.

"I need you to touch me more"

"Touch me more whom?" he asked. You groan at this and he stops, pulling away from you and giving an icy stare. "Your reply should have been "Please touch me more Hans Landa" his eyes bored into you and you quaked, feeling wetter than ever.

"Please touch me more Hans Landa" you reply. "I need you. I've always wanted you to fuck me"

A triumphant smirk crossed his lips. "my my" purred. "Not as innocent as you seem mein Liebe

"and I am sure you love that" you retort

"Oh I do indeed" he replies, returning to you with more vigour. One hand takes your chin and returns his lips to yours in a hungry kiss while his other works behind you, fiddling at the zip to your dress. He pulls it down ever so slightly, cool air prickling your skin.

The kiss grew ever deeper, your lips moving in sync as it grew more and more passionate. Every so often he nibbled at you, his tounge pushing against yours and exploring your mouth.

In juxtaposition, his hand unzipping your jacket seemed to go in slow motion. In response, you began to undo some of the jacket buttons, trying to be careful yet wishing to rip it off him. In a moment, his jacket was hanging, and you pulled him closer with his tie. Hans smirked against your lips, biting you hard in response, which made you moan in surprise and pleasure.

At this moment, he pushes you against his desk, one knee spreading your legs ever so slowly, letting your dress ride up dangerously close to your upper thighs and seeping panties. His fabric-clad leg felt too wonderful against your bare legs. Gently you pressed into him, craving the feeling onto your ebbing clit.

For a moment, he lets go of your lips, looking at you with a victorious smirk on his face. Knee still in place, he tugs off his jacket, medals clinking, and places it on the seat behind him.

He returns his attention to you, slowly, one hand caressing your leg, inching further up to where the fabric of your dress obscured yourself to him. You sigh at his slowness, and he chuckles

"My, my, so impatient", he scolds, giving your thigh a little tap. "Do you even have a modicum of self-respect?"

"Not when it comes to you", you admit, the rum loosening your tongue. He chuckles at this, hand now rising and hovering just below your aching core. You close your eyes, heart pounding, hands grasping at him as with one finger he traces the inside band of your panties.

"Goodness, Fräulein", he says, "I underestimated my effect upon you" his other hand reaches up to join, grasping at your hip to slowly pull your panties down to be around your ankles.

Instead of his hands returning to your warm core, he busied himself by loosening his tie and undoing his top button. In reply, you reach out to his trousers with a shaky hand. His eyebrow raised as you cupped him, feeling his hardness that was currently straining against his fly. Quickly, you undo his top button and begin to lower his fly, immedatly you could feel the warmth of his member through his black briefs, and your breath hitches at the thought of him inside you. "I could say the same to you," you reply with a sly smile. "Your zip was about to burst"

Hans leaned forward, pushing his knee fully against your pussy and kissed your ear. "It is all the caged tension I have been carrying", he replied in a husky voice. "Tell me how much you need me in you". One hand reaches and grips your hip while his other pushes down his trousers and pulls out his dick. It was large and throbbing, precum already glistening on his tip.

"I need you to fuck me senseless", you plead, trying to grind against his knee in an effort to release some of the tension in your thighs. "Please, Hans, please". You cringed at the words that tumbled from your mouth, but to Hans, it was music to his ears, and he pushed his hard dick upwards, guiding himself and pushing hard into you.

At this you wince and groan, grasping onto his back for dear life as he methodically began to pump in you. His dick was large, filling you up deliciously and hitting Olave's you had never imagined possible.

"Hans", you moan, pressing your nails into his brown cotton shirt. He replied in a grunt, for the first time speechless as he concentrated on thrusting himself further and further into you. His hand, which first lay on your thigh, now returned to your hair, gripping it tightly in his fingers and pulling your head so that he could nibble at your collar, littering little love bites across your skin. You close your eyes, in agony and bliss as he carries on his firm, slow pace.

"Please, faster", you mew, digging your nails into his back with need.

"Then turn for me Mädchen" he replied, pulling his dick out of you. Quickly you spin around, feeling empty all of a sudden and craving his dick to return inside of you. Hans, with one hand, roughly pushed your head down, flattening you to the table, letting papers fly off. His other hand slid up you, pushing back your dress, revealing your ass to him, which he playfully swatted. To this, you squeaked and gripped the side of the table.

"Tell me" he cooed, letting his dick circle your entrance teasingly. "When your little boyfriend fucked you, did you wish it was me?" You nodded shamefully "Words Mädchen, use your words, dear"

"Yes, Hans" you admit quietly

"Ahh", he gloated, pushing himself back into you, making you close your eyes once again. This time he was firmer and faster, one hand flat against the table to allow himself to lean over you and thrust at speed while his other tugged your hair backwards, pulling you against him. You could feel his balls slap against you every few seconds as he went deeper and deeper inside your aching pussy.

"Hans" you moan loudly, breathing heavily and trying your best to rock against him.

"Yes, Mädchen, be vocal for me", he replied. He loved every little groan, every whimper you let out, proving to him his complete rough control over your body and soul. You moaned louder, and he smirked at your back; you were putty in his hands.

The hand suddenly disappeared, and his fingers attached themselves to your clit, rubbing deep circles, making you moan and buck against the table. His actions all evening had made you so close, and this was the tipping point. Your bucking made his dick throb inside you, and with a groan, you felt hot liquid fill you up to the brim. He faltered but kept going, enjoying every second.

"Hans", you groan, "I am so close" You grit your teeth, nails indenting the table

"Not yet" he replied, still riding the wave of his blindingly strong orgasm. "Not yet"

"But please, Hans", you reply, unable to cope anymore with the rising tension that was so close to release.

"Okay, my dear", he replied, "cum for me" At this, you moaned loudly, the feeling of your orgasm hitting you hard, making you moan his name loudly and claw at the wood beneath you.

"There's a good girl" he cooed as you slumped exhasted against the desk you had been working at just a few moments ago. Slowly he pulled himself out of you, making you miss him already. Your whole body ached.

"Now, up" he commanded. Slowly you got to your feet, feeling completely undone and dishevelled. Hans looked at you. His hair was completely out of shape, three shirt buttons loosened to reveal his chest and some hair. His face was triumphant and a smirk was plastered across his face.

"Now then" he said, reaching up to fix his hair. "It is time that you went to bed" you tried not to giggle and he smirked. "and if you are at present without a hearth and home you may stay with me." he picked up his jacket and cap, donning it and looking at you.

You are an actor who became famous in the French scene before the war, but since the war began, you have found yourself working as an engineer at Le Gamaar Cinema, cleaning, fixing, and running the film projectors for the small cinema. You loved your job as you could shut yourself up in a quiet room and tinker with mechanics. Your job became much more stressful when Emmanuelle and Marcel told you that in a few months the cinema would host the first screening of Stolz der Nation with many high-ranking Nazis. Only a few weeks later, they brought you into their plan to burn the entire place down. You immediately agreed to help.

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You stand in the entrance room to the cinema, the tight dress you chose cutting into your hips and bust. You had drawn the short straw among your two other collaborators; you had been given the task of mingling with the crowd and keeping an eye on the head of security, Hans Landa, so that he would not uncover the plot and would keep away from both Emmanuelle and Marcel.

You now pass your eyes across the room, smiling a wide, fake smile at the Nazi officials who mingle. You take another sip of your champagne, trying to numb yourself and keep focused. Your eyes settle on Hans, who stands above you, a tall, ruggedly handsome man with dark brown hair. He had an obscene amount of medals strapped to his chest. His eyes were piercing, and for a moment your eyes met, and he stared you down. Immediately, you lowered your eyes and turned, trying to seem inconspicuous. You came face to face with a short man donned in a Nazi uniform. He beamed at you, and you put on a fake grin.

"Ah, Landa" the man beams, "This premiere has the cream of society" he looks between you two, and you watch Landa shake the man's hand and turn to you. "This is (y/n)" von Leyen said, smiling

"My goodness, aren't you (y/n)?" he asks, bobbing on his feet. " I am Captain von Leyen. My word, so lovely to see you here. I have greatly missed you on the silver screen..." The man droned on, and you found yourself unable to extricate yourself and mingle to ensure the plan was on track. You, unaware, groaned as you checked your watch; the man had been speaking to you for about five minutes. You begin to worry that the head of security had somehow sneaked in and found the pile of film reels when you hear a cough behind your shoulder.

"Yes, from the Marius" , Hans says. He takes your hand gently and kisses it. "What a pleasure it is to meet you".

"And you, Herr Landa" you reply

"You may call me Hans, please", he replies coolly.

"so sorry, Imust dash!" Von Leyen murmurs, spotting someone across the room and leaving the two of you together. You gulp quietly. You had been comfortable with trailing Hans at a distance, but now, being up close and personal, you realise why neither of your coworkers wanted to deal with him. He was much more menacing the closer you got, and he sent an involuntary shiver across your spine.

"tell me what you have been in since Marius" Landa asks, analysing you with his beady eyes. It was like he could read your mind and knew all about the plot. You centre yourself.

"Unfortunately, nothing Hans" you reply, "I have taken a hiatus in my film work and now I am working here"

Hans's face dropped "Really now?" he asks, concern crossing his face. "I am most disheartened to hear such news"

You looked at him, stunned. He seemed to actually be taken aback by your words. "You are a fan, then?" you teased gently, a slight smile forming on your lips.

Hans chuckled, shaking his head "Not particularly. I much preferred Ursula Grabley in the German remake," he said dismissively, but with a cheeky smirk on his lips.

"Well, if you enjoy an actress who looks like a schoolmistress and acts as wooden as her spanking paddle, then yes, go ahead", you reply scornfully.

To your surprise, Hans chuckled at this: "Grabley, in her role, worked for precision and depth, not distracting the audience with a revealing silk gown." His eyes lowered, looking at your own silk dress. "But I must acquiesce; I am, of course, in a French cinema, and I do not wish to tease my host too much"

"I have had much worse from the tabloids" you reply, "but do not take that as an invitation to tease me more roughly"

"I shall leave that for later, Fräulein", he replies coolly, looks over your shoulder, gives you a wicked smirk and walks off. You turn, watching him walk towards Bridget and her guests. You let out a long sigh and take another glass of champagne.

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Soon everyone had gone to their seats, yet you hung back, returning to enjoy the quiet of the back room for a moment. You needed a break from fake smiles and Nazi uniforms, just for a moment. Now you realised you should really be checking the entrance hall to make sure everyone had gone to their seats. You also wished to retrieve an item from Emmanuelle's office, which had now been taken over by the SS. You decide it was better time than any to try and get it. So slowly you make your way out, and immediately your eyes fall upon Hans, who stands quite still, obviously thinking about something. Hearing you close the door, his eyes flick up, and the concentrated look is replaced with a smile.

"Not enjoying the film Fräulein?" he asks. "or is the stiff German acting not to your taste?"

"I was double-checking the preparations for the afterparty", you murmur, looking down at the red rose that lay on the floor between you two. "Although I must get some items from Emmanuelle's office"

Hans frowns, "Of course," he says, "after all, I am only a guest here". He ushers you into the office and shuts the door with a click behind you. Hans had not changed it; the small room was still pristine, apart from his coat that lay draped over a chair.

Hans watched you as you went behind the desk, unlocked a drawer and took out a few papers of the fake afterparty plan and used them to hide your own papers and the cinema insurance policy. You rose from crouching and moved to leave, but Hans stood in the way, his back against the dark door. He put his hand out, and your heart dropped as you gave him the mix of papers. Slowly, he riffled through them nonchalantly, first the plans and then your own papers, which he read, suddenly interested.

"You were born in Tannberg am Lech?" he asked, peering at them

"Yes" you reply, trying not to raise any suspicion and keep him distracted from the final pages of the insurance policy that might tip him off to the plan.

"I spent many winters in Lech in my youth skiing", Hans said, a fondness in his voice. His hands moved to flick the papers, but before he could, you spoke.

"Forgive me, but..." You reach out to his chest. Hans frowns as you gently straighten one of his medals that sat askew. Your hand rests against his chest for just a second, a smirk playing on your lips. "How does a man such as yourself gain so many medals?" you ask

"For services for the war effort", he replies, looking down at your hand that still rests on his medals. One hand lets go of the papers, takes your hand and moves it to the golden medal in the centre of his tie. "My highest medal, the Knight's Cross", he said. "Received it a few months ago for my efforts in catching spies"

You raise an eyebrow at this. "I am in the presence of a war hero?" you ask, rubbing your finger over the glittering surface and gently smoothing his tie.

"My, my, Fräulein", he murmured, taking a step closer to you. "It seems like you have taken my offer to tease you more roughly rather seriously"

"When a handsome man such as yourself offers such an opportunity, one cannot stop thinking about it", you reply coolly, gently pulling his tie. A dark look forms on his face at this, and he replies by dropping the papers onto the floor, gripping your hips harshly.

"I have little time to fraternise", he muttered, staring at you with a hungry look. "However", he said, letting go and looking at his watch. "I have just enough time to fuck you over this desk"

Your heart skips a beat. You had not expected this as the outcome, but at the same time you were terribly excited; Hans seemed to have an overpowering, beguiling aura that made your knees tremble. Quickly, he pushed you backwards, and before you could even breathe, he hoisted you upon the desk, sending pens and papers flying off. One of his hands snakes behind, pulling down the zip of your dress just enough to reveal your breasts to him. He takes one, pinching your nipple while his other hand unzips his fly, revealing his semi-hard cock that grew rapidly as you looked at it. He was thick and grew ever longer with his thrusts.

"What a little coquette you are" he murmurs as he pushes you so that your back rests on the surface of the desk. The hand not coaxing his dick moves to your dress that rode up against your thighs; he pushes it further up, revealing your thin lacy knickers. He immediately pushed them aside, letting his finger savour how wet you were for him. Slowly he runs his fingers through your folds, pushing one digit into your tight aching core.

You shudder and groan. "Quiet!" he snaps. "Let us not distract the film goers", he mutters, removing his finger but keeping it resting against your panties to reveal your warm self to him. He moves toward you, his body fitting so perfectly between your legs, his dick at the right height to rest against your aching cunt. For a moment of trepidation, he rests his hard, leaking dick against you, but with a surprisingly hard flick, he thrusts himself deeply into you.

"Now then", Hans mutters, hand moving against your legs and beginning to properly fuck you with hard, deep thrusts. You wanted to moan or say his name, but the handchief stuffed in your mouth made it impossible but to whimper quietly as he hit you deeper and deeper in increasingly mouthwatering pleasurable places.

Immediately, you let out a loud groan, which causes a smack to your bare hip.

"I see I will have to shut you up" he mutters. He stops, thrusts his hand into his pocket and stuffs his handkerchief into your open mouth. You squeak in surprise, but your noise is greatly muffled by the fabric, which feels rough against your tongue.

"When I first watched you on screen, it never occurred to me that your pussy would be so tight", he grunted, hair askew and a grin on his face. His hand, which originally cupped your boob, now travelled down, fingering your clit and making you arch your hips into him and his dick with pleasure at his movements.

"Maybe I should film this" he muttered, rocking the table with his fast movements while you hang on for dear life. "The return of (y/n) with her most convincing performance yet", you groan at this, gripping the edge of the table and looking towards Hans, who stares at your bouncing tits that shiver at every thrust. It was like he was memorising the movements.

It didn't take long for him to make you close to cumming, his forceful movements, thrusting dick and rubbing on your clit made you undo in front of him in record speed. To this, a wide grin formed on his face as you throbbed against his dick, the fabric in your mouth stifling the loud moan of pleasure. He watched you, enjoying your every movement and throbbing, which in turn made himself close to his own orgasm. I did not take long for him to grit his teeth, falter, and pull out, cumming all over your tits and dress. He sighed in satisfaction, one hand gripping your thigh, the other holding his still hard penis.

As you come down from your high, you notice your sopping dress and immediately flush red.

"The adverse effects of passion", he muses. He did not look sorry one bit, but rather seemed to relish that your silk dress was now soaked and ruined with his cum. "Now I must dash, Fräulein", he said, looking at his watch and picking up his coat.