A question left unsaid appeared on that face, but the Sergeant nodded and exited, carrying the metal shackles.
The Colonel sighed. "It would be best to fear me rather than tease me, Karl. Ask Maria." He took the crop back in his hand and walked around his desk stiffly. Pressing the tip against Karl's cheek, the strap dangling below the jaw line, the Colonel smirked. "I can make you regret every word you say against me, right Maria? I don't have to mar that pretty face of yours, Karl, but perhaps that would hurt more than the pain I inflict in less apparent areas of the body." The crop pressed against Karl's groin. Karl winced and attempted to brush it away, causing the Colonel to press harder.
"Ow! Fuck! Okay!" Karl grimaced.
Removing the crop from its dangerous place, the Colonel gently tapped it against Karl cheek. "Call your troupe, at least those who haven't escaped."
"Beatrix has all the contact numbers," Karl explained.
"That's not a problem," Maria said, extracting a sheet of paper from her file.
Bringing the phone in front of Karl, the Colonel smiled. "Of course it's not. I leave you in the Major's capable hands." He stiffly exited his office.
"What's wrong with him?" asked Karl. "He walks like a tin man."
"Ssh," hissed Maria, paging through the large old file and pulling out a photo of a young man badly wounded in the face, chest, abdomen and legs. She whispered, "I believe that's the Colonel."
"Shit," Karl whispered back. "No wonder. But it couldn't have been Wolf who did that. That's nearly forty years ago."
"I know," Maria replied, shaking her head, worried even more about the Colonel. Not only was the comrade colonel the most cruelly sadistic man she ever met, but he appeared to be insane on top of it. His dangerousness multiplied. Handing Karl the sheet of names, phone numbers and addresses of the troupe, she ordered him, "Call them."
Seeing the thorough list disturbed Karl. It even had Trixie's carefully hidden second residence. Worse, her name along with Gretchen's and three others had been carefully crossed out with a thin black line enabling the information to still be read. The chair placing him uncomfortably low in relationship to the desk and the phone on top of it, he sat on its edge and lifted the receiver. For some reason, despite the apparent comfort of the fine leather upholstery, neither he nor Maria dared to sit in the Colonel's desk chair. "Esther, my love..." Karl began, winking at Maria who winked back and caressed his inner thigh.
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"Gretchen chose well," thought Karl as he handed out an abundance of money to the four remaining troupe members and the five replacements. "Pieces of eight, this money for all these Judases. Gretchen's choice of escapees would have seen that and refused. Only actors bitten and thoroughly infected by the performance bug remained. Me too, I guess."
They met at an actual theater, a thrust stage abandoned when the police closed it down for subversion to the state. Three actors and a set builder and a seamstress, colluders in the arrests of their stage comrades once occupying the very stage on which they sat, made up the new members.
A late meeting, after Karl explained Maria's presence and Gretchen's absence as a step up in their careers as performers, with a future edifying a much greater audience, they quickly read the corrupted version of Shakespeare's Merchant of Venice as communist propaganda and promised to meet early the next morning to board a bus whisking them into the Black Forest to rehearse their first performance of a tour of small East German towns. The text had been his and Gretchen's first collaboration and had been meant as a satire. The two eighteen year olds had laughed until tears fell from their eyes when they created it. The troupe had worked on it and decided not to perform it since it didn't quite hold together. Taking it seriously though, in a sort of ironic twist, actually seemed to work, especially overlaying it with a Brechtian flatness.
Still later, past midnight, Esther, the newest Portia, fearfully entered the apartment of her presumed nemesis along with her lover and the nemesis herself.
"I believe I'll take a bath and go to bed," said Maria. "See you two later," she winked and disappeared into her bedroom.
"I don't understand," said Esther as Karl removed her coat and added hers and his to the coat tree.
Karl led her to the couch and sat beside her, holding her cold hands. "What don't you understand, my love?"
"She's...I thought..." Realization struck Esther like a slap on the face, waking her up to the fact she had Karl all to herself. "Never mind," she smiled and brought Karl's brilliantly kissable mouth to hers.
His remarkably soft lips made her tingle in her tummy and lower as they always did. "Oh Karl," she murmured, straddling his lap and kissing him more deeply.
His hands unbuttoned her thick wool shirt, releasing her resilient young breasts, surprisingly ample with their excitable little areolas and tiny sensitive nipples made hard by his thumbs brushing across them. "Oh Karl," she murmured again. Eyes closed and lips kissing, her small hands struggled blindly with his buttons on his white dress shirt until his softly muscled chest emerged and she teased his purple nipples, her groin pressing down on his hardening shaft, feeling its pressure exactly where she wanted it.
Karl's eyes remained open watching the hallway until the lithe, naked blonde beauty emerged from her bedroom and winked at him, her hand sensuously caressing her breasts and abdomen. Watching her finger press into her pussy and rub at the top made Karl moan. The gorgeous, sexy vixen smiled lustily, licked her lips, winked again and disappeared into the bathroom. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on the cute, horny woman in his lap. He had one thought though before letting thought go and embracing delightful feeling. "Twenty minutes to pleasure Essie before Maria finishes her bath. My cute little actress should be ready for anything by then."
Shifting positions, he laid Esther on her back on the couch, stripped off her pants and panties while increasing the stimulation of her nipples with his lips, tongue and teeth. By the time his mouth released them, her body revealed her need for more direct pleasure. Legs wide, hips raised, her hands pressed the top of his head to speed his travels south.
He had time to tease, so his mouth skipped her needy clit. His fingers however hovered close to the pin of pleasure beginning to emerge from its hood as if searching for something to give it friction. But even his fingertips danced near without contacting her clit. They caressed the slippery edges coaxing more fragrant fluid and more swelling of the pussy lips and strummed the ridge between them and her anus and played at penetrating that smaller orifice. Meanwhile his mouth caressed her inner legs: thighs, knees and calves before sucking each of ten toes into his mouth. Big toes he sucked like two small cocks, hinting at the possibilities when he at last suckled her clit. Whether it was the possibilities or direct pleasure, she moaned and writhed.
At last he plunged his fingers inside her and pressed his thumb against her swollen clit. The fingers rubbed her g-spot while her thumb strummed her clit like a thick bass string causing her to shiver and groan. His mouth soon followed, lips grasping pussy lips following the path his teasing fingers had gone. At the anus, after circling he pressed his tongue inside briefly. "Oh," she shivered, as if surprised his naughty tongue actually felt good. But he left that narrow portal for later, attacking her clit with his mouth at last where tongue met thumb in a two pronged attack.
Between the relentless thumb and his tongue laps and lips enclosing it and sucking, the fingers stroking her interior quicker and more aggressively, her clit seemed to explode with ecstasy causing an exquisite ripple to coarse through her body.
Moments later his jacketed cock pressed into the final undulations of her orgasm, pushing all the way in. Grasping her thick butt cheeks in each hand and pulling her open, he began to fuck her with long rapid thrusts. His fingers inched towards her anus until a middle one slipped in to the second knuckle. All three orifices filled with his flesh when his mouth met hers and his tongue dove deep.
Climbing the heights of ecstasy, she reached its pinnacle. Mouths separated when she arched back, her neck stretched, her throat exposed as it vibrated out a scream. He fucked though her climax, extending it until she had no breath left and her body went limp. When he finally reached his own peak, touching her cervix wall with his deepest thrust, his cock throbbed and spent in a space still undulating with the last remnants of her orgasm, a gentle milking motion that added to his bliss.
The sexy shapeliness of the small blonde woman glowing with a healthy blush surprised the silk pajama clothed Maria who had witnessed the exquisite, full throttled orgasm. On cat's feet she tip toed to the couch, knelt where the lover's heads met in a gentle kiss, and pushed Karl's head aside, replacing his lips with hers. Somehow she expressed her desire for this woman whose body was so different from her own: voluptuous rather than lithe; soft rather than hard. Esther's resonant moan pleased her. The pretty girl's wide, surprised eyes when those voluptuous lips quickly retreated made Maria chuckle.
"Come to bed," Maria whispered huskily to the pretty blonde.
Karl rose carefully from Esther. His sagging penis slid out of the viscous hole. On his feet, he began walking towards the bedroom.
Continuing to stare into Esther's eyes, Maria told Karl, "No. You sleep here, stud. You need your rest after all your struggles this past day. You'll allow your women to share a comfortable bed and get to know each other, won't you?"
