It's cold and wet out, a dreary Fall day, he thinks as he sits at the train stop. There's a batch of new Jews coming in, and it is his job to lay out the rules for those coming in. He shifts back and forth on the balls of his feet, rocking heel to toe, silently fuming about the late train. It begins to drizzle and still he waits, his blood is boiling in impatience and his clothes are soaked and heavy when the train finally screeches to a halt.
Dirty, smelling, wearing rags they pile out onto the platform. He steps back, making room for them all on the platform. He goes through the rules quickly, eager to get out of the rain, but this only makes him come across as cold and professional, which is a benefit in a way, since they will listen and fear him.
After his makeshift orientation he leads the group to the gates where they will be separated by gender. He watches impassively as men go to the left and women to the right, wishing they would hurry. Occasionally he swats a pair with a riding crop when they cling to each other, trying to avoid separation. Suddenly, he catches a flash of blue eyes, they stand out so much they almost startle him.
"You!" He cries, pointing his crop at the blue eyed girl. She continues to shuffle numbly along. He pushes a few people out of the way, racing to catch her. "You, with the blue eyes" he cries, this time she turns to look at his shouting. When she finds him staring at her, her eyes widen in fear and she stops in her tracks.
"Come here!" he calls. But she doesn't move. Her knuckles are white as they cling to keep her thin dress around her, like that will keep her warm in this weather.
"Come. Here" he says, softer, but somehow colder.
One of her feet moves towards him, and she looks startled by this. It is a full second before the other foot follows. She stands before him, eyes on his shoes although they occasionally flit up fearfully to look at his face. He eyes her coldly, her figure is hidden in a baggy but thin dress but he suspects she may be just what he needs.
"I need a housekeeper" he sneers. "Follow me."
She doesn't move, and he has walked a full five feet to realize that she is not following. The subordinate officers are beginning to snicker when he turns around, slowly. When she still doesn't move, he storms up to her and slaps her across the face, hard.
"Are you stupid?" he snarls. Clutching her face she shakes her head. "Then follow me. Now" he sneers, and this time she does, wobbling behind him, still clutching her face.
He enters the house and leads her to the bathroom. He handcuffs her hands to the shower head and begin to remove her clothes. Her body trembles but he only removes her head scarf and coat. Then he turns on the cold water and she gasps in shock, squirming to get away from the icy jet but she can't move far enough away from the icy jet. She tries to press her wet form against the wall, gasping at the cold. He watches the wet dress cling to her body and finds what he was hoping for: large perfect breasts, the nipples poking out painfully in the cold water.
His cock hardens and he reaches over to turn off the water. She stands shaking, her eyes refusing to meet his despite his closeness.
