marseilless:

Her Heinz was a very handsome man, Greta knew this. Tall, blond, with high cheekbones and eyes like the winter sky, and while Greta always tought of herself ever too smart to fall for all the race propaganda she had to admit that he had perfect, symmetrical features. She knew this as she had seduced him away from the jealous stares of other women, and as she walked down the aisle next to him, full of pride and satisfaction for her choice in a husband.

She also knew how handsome he looked especially in uniform. Straight posture and high boots and for a very long time she had thought that this was the look that suited him best, all tall and reserved, and she was as glad to make love to his naked body at night as she was to let him bend her over his desk, next to his pretty Wehrmacht officer’s cap, and take her like that, uniform still on, trousers barely pulled down.

But it seemed that, just as the Fatherland had become more and more hungry and demanding for power, so had her appetites, and as the pretty black cross had appeared in her husband’s neck she knew exactly what she wanted. And Heinz, her perfect officer, was just as obedient and good at following orders as his rank demanded of him, or even more so now, that he was crawling at her feet like a good dog with only the colar his own valor had given him and the officer’s boots she so adored, begging to serve her.

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