If Wilhelm Braun was ever asked to define the word patriarch, he would have said Grossvater. His grandfather epitomized the word, he was the male head of the family all decisions were his and as his grandmother's frequent bruises confirmed obedience alone was not enough, speed was also of the essence.
Otto Braun not only invented the word patriarch but to hear him speak you would believe he also invented the word eugenics. He was a founding member of the Phylax Society which was formed in 1891 to standardize the development of Germany's native dog breeds. The society only lasted three years the fools wanted the dogs to look good too. Otto and Max von Stephintz alone created the Deutscher Schferhund, the German Shepherd it was one of Otto's proudest achievements.
Otto believed, if he could breed the perfect dog why should humanity suffer degenerating weakness in its genetics. He would breed out disability, homosexuality and weakness. He saw no reason to maintain inferior stock which would also mean the elimination of Gypsies Jews and all blacks. Like his beloved Deutscher Schferhund which he created in just fifteen years he could purify the human race in three generations, just fifty years.
Wilhelm Braun or Billy Brown, it didn't pay to be too Germanic at the moment, shared much with his grandfather. He was a third generation vet. He had striking looks, blond hair and blue eyes. But his Grandfather most admired Wilhelm, he would call him nothing else, because he shared his views on eugenics.
His parents were weak and dead but his grandfather raised him to be strong and reflect his Arian superiority. Needless to say Billy was fully behind the Nazi regime. The British Expeditionary force had been pushed out of France at Dunkirk, London was being smashed by the might of the Luftwaffe and Hitler would be in Britain by Spring. Billy looked forward to being Wilhelm again, maybe even the Provost of London.
Billy hated the British, they were pathetic, they supported their Motherland, how weak. All Billy's efforts were directed towards the Fatherland, male strong and ultimately victorious.
Billy also hated the British for killing his grandfather. Otto had been happy to be ruled by Kaiser Wilhelm's cousin, Victoria, until she changed her name to Windsor. But that was the tip of the iceberg. What killed him was what happened to HIS dogs. The anti-German sentiment which caused the monarch to change her name effected Otto too.
His beloved German shepherds were renamed Alsatian Wolf Dogs. He was so angry he suffered a heart attack. Calling them Wolf dogs negated fifteen years of breeding. Billy knew that to lock in the required traits the dogs were hopelessly interbred and that his grandfather had used wolves to widen the gene pool, but in only four of the hundreds of breedings. However the thing that hurt his grandfather most was the dogs being named after Alsace-Lorraine, the territory which was repatriated to France as part of the First World War reparations, it signified to him German failure.
Billy was a breeder too. He bred Mountain Court Sable Alsatians. They were pure white. He named them to honor to his grandfather, Mountain Court in German was Berghof which was the name of Hitler's Bavarian residence, of course the British were too stupid to realize he was baiting them.
He was expecting one of his agents to report. Billy's code name was Koenig, King, after King David. All his agents were named for King David's wives or concubines. It was Billy's joke to name his network after the Jews. He liked David too, it was said of David that he had a large sexual appetite and the ability to feed it because of his power and money. Despite David being a Jew Billy identified with that concept.
Of course all his agents were female. While other spy masters worked hard to infiltrate their agents into critical positions. Koenig laughed. He only used girls, while women didn't or shouldn't make or keep secrets he was the most successful spy master. When his girls opened their legs their loose lips loosened lips.
The rattle of the door broke his revere, it would be Abigail.
He opened the door. Abigail was a beauty, she, like Michal refused to die her hair. She was proudly blond and Teutonic. She was now Billy's best agent.
"Abigail, come in," he said.
He ushered her into his surgery, it was a cold evening, her cheeks were rosy. He knew women were weak, the fire would do her some good.
"What news, Abigail?"
"You were right to wait, Koenig."
When Michal was murdered by Gynaecide Jim, Billy insisted on caution. Abigail had wanted to retrieve the files immediately after the police left the premises but rashness was not one of Billy's traits.
"How so?" he said.
"Haggith has penetrated an MI5 operation. Michal was killed by one of their operatives, the bastard sliced her to make it look like her death was part of the serial killing."
"You make sure that Haggith remembers her task, she is not to revenge her sister yet."
"I promised her she cold have her revenge but only when you allowed it."
"Well done Abigail, you have done well. Would you like me to fuck you?"
Abigail kissed him, "Yes please Koenig."
Billy did fuck his agents to reward them, it wasn't his most onerous task even though he preferred much younger flesh, he would have no trouble getting it up for a beauty like Abigail.
"So tell me about the operation Haggith has infiltrated?"
Abigail didn't respond, she smiled and opened her coat, she was naked. It explained why she looked cold. He would also have to punish her for being presumptuous. It was his turn to smile, sex and censure was his forte. Still Abigail knew that, it was why she did it, after she had been conditioned from the age of nine.
"On the operating table," he said.
It was stainless steel and cold, it added goosebumps to her goosebumps. He noticed a tremble of anticipation from Abigail when he took white silk rope from a secret drawer. Abigail liked bondage more than any other of his proteges. She offered her legs.
"Oh Abigail, when you are tied and helpless, I have a new torture for you."
He could smell her she was positively dripping, he couldn't help dipping his finger into her. She almost swallowed it with her hungry cunt. He smacked her face, for shock not for pain, he couldn't leave her marked.
"What have I told you, do not anticipate it gives you power and you have none."
"I'm sorry David, I so want you to use me!"
"I may or may not it will be at my pleasure."
They both knew that Billy would use her. Her conditioning conditioned him too. Billy could spend hours tying his girls but he was either lazy or randy. He only had one young girl at the moment Eglah, and she was in solitary, he couldn't bless her with his affection for another week.
Tying Abigail was simple. Like an elephant, who after training could be restrained with a rope which he could snap in seconds, the feel of the rope was all she needed to comply. He wound the rope around her ankles and finished it in a French bowline, it was secure but wouldn't tighten if things got energetic. He plaited the ends towards her neck, ran a loop around her stomach and tied her elbows at her navel. He wound her wrists together and finished with another bowline around her neck, she was locked in a preying mantis, doggy position.
"Well Abigail?"
