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A Persian Princess Falls
by Sonya Esperanto (sonyaesperanto_15@hotmail.com)
***
A story about a Persian lady living in Germany who
becomes a mind control slave to her German Neo Nazi ex-
boyfriend. He makes her suffer for not letting him stay
with her after being evicted from his own place. (Mdom/F,
nc, rp, oral, anal, tor, bd)
***
It was a cold day in Hamburg. The winds were blowing
very strongly. Jasmine hanged on to her coat as she got
out of her car and walked away from the parking lot.
She just came back from work and she wanted to get
inside her flat as fast as possible. It was 5PM
Thursday afternoon but the skies were cloudy and the
sun no longer shining through. Typical Northern German
weather. Jasmine was an attractive Brunette whose
parents came from Iran but was born in Berlin, the
capital of Germany.
She was slim and sexy at 6 feet tall; 24 years old,
very intelligent and hard working (she was a surgeon by
profession) normally pale but tanned at the moment. She
reached the front entrance to her apartment building.
She lived on the third floor in this four-storey
building. Each floor had at least two flats. She lived
all alone at the top as she had no neighbour and only
three other inhabitants occupied this building.
To her surprise someone stood at the front entrance of
the building. Someone she knew and someone she didn't
want to have anything to do with. He was Blond; tall at
6 feet 5, 26 years old, quite pale like a Raphaelite,
very well-built and muscular, features as striking as
Jasmine's, handsome and he was her ex-boyfriend. His
name was Boris. He was also a Neo Nazi (even claiming
that his grandfather was some high-ranking Nazi officer
during the Second World War) but often operated by
himself like some Maverick.
"Hey how's my favourite Persian Princess doing?" Boris
was smiling at her. "What do you want?" she asked him
in a pissed way. They broke up about a year ago. He
brought her so much problems and she could guess that
he was in some deep shit that he needed her help. She
noticed that he had a large black bag with him. I hope
it is not what I think it is, she thought. "I need a
place to stay," he sounded serious. "Let me guess. You
didn't pay any of your bills, your landlord kicked you
out, no one else wants to take you in and you got
fired, right?" Jasmine was being sarcastic.
She was the one who chose to break up with him in the
first place. "I've got nowhere else to go. You can't be
so cold to me like this. Look it'll be just a couple of
days until I get my life sorted out," he protested. He
looked like he was going to start begging. Even go on
his knees. Her greatest worry was that he was going to
grab her and strangle her and threaten her to let him
stay with her or else he could do some real damage to
her like rape her and given his height and strength he
could get away with it too. "Isn't there anyone else
who could take you in? Perhaps one of your skinhead
buddies or something," she suggested. She could never
stand their White Supremacist ranting and didn't liked
them bringing up all that Aryan stuff.
"You ever tried calling one of them?" she moved her eve
brow in a sarcastic manner. He took out his cell phone
and called someone. "Hey listen can I stay over at your
place?" Boris asked the person he called. Silence for a
while from Boris's side. . "Alright then," Boris hung
up. "I can only stay there for a night. He already
promised to take in three more of our friends and he no
longer has anymore space," Boris quickly picked up his
large bag and walked past Jasmine. "Perhaps once you're
there he will let you stay longer," Jasmine took out
her house key and opened the building door. "I'll see
you tomorrow Princess," Boris walked away.
FRIDAY NIGHT/EARLY SATURDAY MORNING
Jasmine was out drinking with her working colleagues in
a night club. She knew that Boris would be back at her
place. The music was loud and she wanted to have a good
time, talking about all sorts of things. But she never
brought up Boris. She hoped that they let him stay
longer in wherever he went and the worst that could
happen was that she came back to her place and found
him there. He might just break into the building or he
would be sleeping out in the cold having waited for
her. After clubbing she finally headed back to her
place as late as 1AM.
When Jasmine reached the front porch of the building
entrance she saw someone lying down with a bag. Boris.
She wanted him to go away. She slowly crept up the
front porch and slowly took out her key, opening the
building door. She slowly pulled it open so as not to
wake him up and then once she was inside the building
he slowly woke up and saw her close the door. "Wait.
Jasmine. Wait. Please let me in. Jasmine," he started
banging on the building door. She rushed up the stairs,
till hearing him banging and cursing on the door. His
shouting got even worse, calling her a "hure" (whore)
or "nutte" (prostitute but German male customers
normally used it for Brunette prostitutes).
She felt pretty much scared that she made him angry and
that he might come after her or wait for her outside
the building all day or all night long. She shouted
back at him, saying, "Go away or I'll call the cops."
The banging stopped. She climbed up the stairs until
she reached the third floor. When she reached the third
floor she opened her flat key and got inside. She
closed and locked her flat door behind her. She got
undressed, washed her face on her bathroom's washing
basin and headed off to bed, hoping that he did go
away.
2AM. Outside the building block one of the tenants
walked towards the front porch of the building. Like
Jasmine he too was just coming back from the night
club. He saw Boris crouching with his bag by the
entrance. "Hi. Jasmine is my girlfriend and she didn't
answer her intercom. I guess she must have fallen into
deep sleep and slept pretty long. Could you let me in?"
Boris asked him.
The tenant smiled and said, "Ok. But I can't let you in
my flat. She may not let you in her flat if she is
heavily asleep. You might have to sleep outside by her
doorstep and when she wakes up tomorrow morning and see
you outside the hallway she would let you in," the
tenant smiled. "I...I am ok with that. I don't want to
her wake her up. I'll sleep out the hallway on the
third floor," Boris nodded. The tenant opened the
building door, letting them both in.
While Boris made his way all the way to the third
floor, the tenant stopped only at the second floor. He
opened his flat door and got inside. This tenant was a
skinny man in his early 40s. He went to one of his
bedroom (each flat has two small bedroom) and started
playing one of his recordings. It was for a special
girl at work. It was a special CD recording just for
her.
As he started playing it, he started putting earplugs
on his ears and went back to the other bedroom. The
recording had a hypnotic message in it, intended to
make its listener be obedient to the first person he or
she saw. He wanted this girl at work to be his mind
controlled sex slave who had to obey him at all times.
Jasmine's bedroom was just above this particular
bedroom where the recording was being played. And a
part of her subconscious self was listening to it.
10AM. Boris woke up. He heard Jasmine's bathroom water
running. He also heard her pacing around. He quickly
got up from the floor and started knocking. Not hard
but gently. He heard Jasmine headed for the door,
thinking that it must her land lord or one of her
tenants. Jasmine opened the flat door fully. She saw
Boris standing by the doorway. "How did you get inside
the building?" she was about to slam the door but he
moved his body too quick and managed to move his body
between the door and wall space next to it. "Look I
just want to talk," he told her. He was too tall and
too strong for her. "Let me in," he said. Before she
realised it, she walked away from the door and allowed
him to come inside. He then closed the door behind her
and brought his back beside him on the floor.
She was about so scream but by instinct he told her,
"Don't scream." Jasmine found herself not being able to
open her mouth. She realised that she was obeying him,
as if she was under some sort of spell. Boris saw that
she was doing what he said. "Why did I let you in? Why
am I not screaming?" Jasmine making the mistake of
admitting openly the things she was doing which she
didn't want to do. Boris also then realised it and then
he let out a wicked smile. "Don't speak until I allow
you to," he commanded. Jasmine kept her mouth shut. "Go
on your knees," he was testing his control over her.
She dropped down on her knees, against her own will.
"You know what I think is happening here. I think Wotan
(ancestral pagan German equivalent of God and the God
whom German Nationalists and Neo Nazis claim as their
object of worship) is punishing you for being cold and
rude to me. Especially when I was out there shivering
and had no place to stay last night. And the night
before that. Now I am going to the living room and I
want you to follow me on all fours. You cannot scream
for help nor try to escape from me. You will obey me
loyally at all times and refer to as Master. Got that.
Now you can speak," he started laughing, carried his
bag and walked past her, heading for the living room.
"Yes...master," she responded and started crawling
after him. He laughed hearing her calling him "Master."
Boris was sat down on the lounge. Jasmine was facing
him on all fours. She looked scared at he sat down and
looked down on her. She was now his obedient slave.
"You know I was shivering last night. Lucky for me one
of your neighbours let me in. Now he was a kind man.
More than I can say for you," Boris said. He unzipped
his zipper and let his pants lose. "Do you have
anything to drink slave?" he started sounding cocky and
commanding. "I have some orange juice. Water bottle. I
also have some wine... Master," she responded meekly.
"No beer no?" he asked. "No master. I don't have beer
at all," she shook her head meekly.
"Bring me orange juice then. You can crawl to the
kitchen but you can bring it to me on your nice two
legs," Boris trying to sound generous. "Yes master,"
she crawled towards the kitchen. He saw her ass
wiggling as she crawled. "That is a nice ass I would
like to fuck again," Boris bringing up the old times
that they had. Jasmine came up back with his drink,
handing it to him in a glass. He sipped his glass,
savouring the taste of it.
"Beer is better and I know you doctors prefer this
health shit," he put the glass down by the wooden table
in front of him. "Now I want you to kneel in front of
me slave," he told her. "Yes master," Jasmine dropped
down to her knees in front of him. He then quickly held
her face and kissed her firmly on the lips.
"And the spoils of wars goes to the victor," he
commented. "I want you to give me a blowjob. I want you
to drink every drop of it. I want you to look me in the
eye as you do it," he was pulling her by the hair
towards his cock which was dangling out already. "Yes
master," she was opening her mouth wide enough and then
her jaw engulfed his entire cock. She looked at him as
she started sucking on his dick like a child to a
lollipop. "Ahh. You give such a good blowjob. Wotan was
kind enough to give me a beautiful Persian Princess as
a personal slave. And her entire kingdom too of
course," Boris looked down on her victoriously and all-
superior.
He has conquered her. Her eyes looked afraid as she was
made to look up to him and really feel like a slave,
someone lower and inferior. Her life was his to do with
as he pleased from now on. He was cumming inside her
mouth and she was drinking all his sperm which he was
ejaculating into her mouth. "How the mighty has fallen.
Not so tough and independent now are you?" Boris
remembering the time when they broke up and when she
was apparently putting him down for not having any real
solid future and for being on government welfare while
someone liked her did worked for a living and had a
good job at that too.
"Not so superior now are you. You used to think you are
better than me but now you have to do whatever I say,"
Boris becoming more emotional due to memories about
them in the past. "And I have got plans for you
Jasmine. You hurt me before and now you are going to
pay," he looked at her...menacingly. Jasmine's eyes
became even more scared, as she continued drinking as
her Persian mouth and body was taking in all his German
juice.
***
"It's great to have a beautiful Brunette bathing with
me and cleaning my body at the same time," Boris
enjoyed being inside the bath tub, having a bubble
bath. Jasmine was inside with him, using soap to rinse
his body off dirt. As she were trying to clean his
chest, facing him and being on her knees, he had one
hand massaging her right breast and the other fondling
with her brown hair. "I haven't had a proper bath since
my eviction. You know you were mean to me yesterday
night. Leaving me out there to sleep on the sidewalk
and shiver to death," Boris yanked her hair a little
bit.
"Ouch. That hurts... Master," Jasmine cried. Jasmine
was his mind control slave and afraid that he was going
to do a lot of things to her for having been rude and
nasty to him. "And you threatened to call the cops on
me. And you broke up with me a year ago. You broke up
with me over the fucking phone while I was in
Stuttgart," he angrily splashed water over her face.
Jasmine was afraid that he was going to get a lot more
violent now. She had seen him lose his temper before
and even saw him destroy public property and beat up
other guys before (mostly foreigners like blacks and
Turks). "Why have you done all these things to me? I am
not lucky and bright like you. I am not lucky to get a
good job like you," he was starting to get more
emotional. With one squeeze on her right breast.
She screamed, "Please that really hurts!" begging him
not to be treated like that again. She kept on cleaning
his body and forced to put with this type of abuse.
"But you don't have a degree in doctoring Master. Your
scholarship was on sports. It was unfortunate that you
had a leg injury once and that it spoiled everything
for you," Jasmine tried reasoning with him in a soft
tone. "Then why did you have to look down on me then,"
he shouted at her.
"Please calm down Master. Please lower your voice," she
pleaded with him, starting to sound scared. "How would
you feel if I said bad things about you and put you
down? You'd feel like shit too. You'd be as angry as I
am. Imagine if you had nowhere to stay and you asked me
to take you in and I said no," Boris lecturing her.
After the bubble bath, Boris dried his body with a
towel and her hair dryer. Jasmine, on the other hand,
remained naked and stood beside him. He looked at her
naked body and smiled. "Maybe I should let you just
walk around naked. Not that I haven't seen you naked
before. I remembered once that you had some kind of
clothes. Like for belly dancing or those harem clothes
you used to wear whenever we had our role play," he
said to her. "I still have those clothes Master," she
meekly responded. When they were still a couple they
used to have these role plays where she would pretend
to be some captured harem slave and he would pretend to
be some Swedish Rus Viking who had captured her.
"I was thinking of having you dressed up in that again
but this time you really would serve me like those
harem women like a personal sex slave serving my every
whim," he was smiling kinkily. "Master...could I please
dry myself. I am starting to get cold," she was
starting to shiver. "Now you know how I felt last
night. Sleeping outside the building and sleeping in
the corridor while you slept nicely and warmly under
your blanket," Boris enjoying the power he had over
her. She was covering her cold breasts and her dark
brown pubic hair was looking nice and wet. "You know
what slave. I think I should be kind to you. You did
bathe me. But don't worry, I'll dry your body for you.
Come closer," he ordered her. She moved closer to him,
about a feet away.
He switched on the hair dryer and started drying her
hair and then went down to all over her body but spent
a long time drying her pubic hair. "Ok slave turn
around so I can dry your behind," Boris ordered her in
a lower tone. "Thank you master. Thank you," she turned
her body around.
He used the hair dryer to dry her entire body, down
from the back of her head all the way to her ass,
towards her long legs. He switched off the hair dryer
and said to her, "I want you to put on that harem
outfit of yours," he commanded her. "Yes master," she
replied. She went to her drawer that had that outfit
and she started putting it on. She now wore then kind
of clothes Princess Lea wore when she was Jabba the
Hut's sex slave in Star Wars Episode 6: Return of the
Jedi. "I think it is fitting that this is what you
should wear as you are my personal slave," he chuckled.
An hour later, Boris was watching Lord of the Rings:
Fellowship of the Ring on Jasmine's DVD player. He was
sat down on the sofa, laying his back towards the sofa
and his legs rested on the wooden table, Jasmine was
feeding him grapes, like how female slave used to do
for their kings in ancient times. "Wow I still love
this movie," he said.
Her legs were knelt on the sofa and she was to his
left. Every time she put a grape on his mouth, he would
open it and eat. After feeding him for half-an-hour and
since the film was very long, she would massage his
back and his head. And then he pulled down his short
pants and underwear and then told her, "Give me a
blowjob slave." "Yes master," Jasmine re-positioning
her entire body on the couch, she crouched down and
lowered her face and mouth towards his cock, opening
her mouth and sucking his cock.
"This is the life. I watch one of my favourite films
and my slave gives me a blowjob," he commented. He then
patted her head and told her to stop. He then ordered
her to lay her whole body, with her cunt to his lap and
her ass facing him and her slave silky pants and silky
underwear pulled down. "Wow Jass. Your ass is still
nice and pale," Boris fondling her ass cheeks. And then
he slapped her ass really hard. "Ouch," Jasmine
screamed.
"You have been naughty slave and I am just punishing
you," he chuckled. As he continued to watch his movie
with excitement, Jasmine was slowly resting and napping
on the couch, given that her face was to the couch and
it was making her tired.
When the movie was over, he spanked her ass really
hard. She woke up. She realised that she must have
fallen asleep while he was watching his long 3-hour
film. "Take out the DVD," he ordered her. "Yes master,"
she responded as she got off him and she stumbled to
the floor as her pants were still down. She pulled her
pants and underwear up again and then walked towards
the DVD player, taking out his film and putting it back
inside its cover. She realised that he looked upset.
She had no idea why. He got up and walked towards his
big black bag which had lied on the floor. He was still
upset with her and that the film he just saw was
reminding him of some bad time. He pulled out what
looked like a DVD and he went back and sat on the
couch.
"Come and kneel before me," he pointed out to the spot
between his legs. "Yes master," she walked towards him
and knelt in front of him. He showed her a film. It was
the movie 300, a comic-book based film that had upset
Iranians worldwide of the way it depicted Persians as
the bad guys and the films protagonists the Spartans as
the good guys. It was an injury to their pride. "You
know what film this is?" he sneered, hoping that she
did know this film. She looked at it. He then said,
"Slave you must always answer me truthfully and
honestly. Do you know what film this is?" he asked her
a second time. She nodded, "Yes master. I have heard of
this film and know what it is about," she responded
meekly. He knew her background very well.
They broke up before the film was shown in German
cinemas. Her father and mother hated the film, just
like all Iranians who ran from Iran to Germany during
the time of the Shah and the Islamic Revolution. "I bet
your parents really hate this movie. I bet many
Persians you know hate this movie," he was having some
fun with her emotions.
"Yes master. They really hate this film," she was
worried that he was going to start insulting her and
poking fun at her background.
"Jasmine, are you proud of your Persian heritage?" he
asked her.
"Yes I am master," she responded softly.
"Do you hate this movie?" he was remembering how many
times she hurt him.
"Yes master. I really hate that film," she looked as if
she was about to beg him to put it away. "Slave have
you had lunch yet? I don't think I remember eating
anything since I got here. I know what you can cook for
us," he smiled.
Both Boris and Jasmine were eating in front of the
television, watching 300. Jasmine was upset that she
was made to eat and watch a film that was very hurting
to Persians worldwide. But he ordered her to enjoy her
food and not let the film affect her joy of eating.
They were eating German food, like potatoes and chicken
meat.
"I know that you hate this movie. That is why I am
making you watch this," Boris said.
"Master... do you enjoy this movie? I mean do you like
it? Do you think we Persians are evil?" Jasmine was
starting to sound hurt. Boris looked at her seriously.
"I'm a Neo Nazi. No I don't. I just love the fighting
scene. In fact I wouldn't being Xerxes and have you
perform belly dancing and strip tease in front of me,"
he started to smile. She knew that she had made him
feel like shit many times and he knew that movie was
one that would make her feel like shit instead.
As she was sat close to him, he pulled her closer by
her waist with his strong arm. "Don't worry. I have
always considered you German since original Persians
look German and you are white and look like a Germanic
Brunette unlike the ragheads in this Zionist made film.
I also think that you are going to be pregnant giving
birth to German children. Mine that is," he kissed her
on the cheek. "But could we stop watching this movie...
Master?" she begged him and was worried that when he
said she would be pregnant that he was going to rape
her or something of that sort. "All right. I can see
that I really can hurt you. Go turn off the DVD. We
will stop watching this film. But only on one
condition," he smiled. She gulped.
Jasmine was doing some erotic belly dancing in front of
Boris, as he sat down and was drinking his apple juice.
She was jiggling and shaking her body to the extent
that her breasts were shaking really fast. And then she
started performing a strip tease for him. She could
tell that he was enjoying all this. She managed to take
of all what she wore until she was bare naked exposing
her ass, pussy and breasts. "You are getting me excited
slave," Boris got up and started taking off his
clothes.
He walked towards her, pulled her by the hand and led
her to her own bedroom. He pushed her towards her bed
and thrust his cock into her cunt, fucking it while
kissing her lips, then her nape and then was sucking
and licking her right nipple and fondling her left
breast/nipple.
She was screaming as he was fucking her. He got off her
and then said, "I want to fuck you and hammer your back
against the wall," he said. "Ok master," she obeyed. He
was fucking her pussy while standing up; banging her
back towards the bedroom wall and her arms and legs
wrapped round his back. She kept on screaming and
screaming. After hammering her that way, he then told
her that he wanted to fuck her ass on the bed while she
was on all fours. They went to her bed; with her on all
fours and him taking her from behind and squeezing her
breasts really roughly. Her asshole as well as her
pussy was filled with his sperm. She could feel cold
strong sperm entering her body.
After sex, Boris and Jasmine lied on the bed. "I
haven't had that much fun fucking anybody in a long
long time. But you know Jass I really don't want to
lose you twice. I am going to play my song on while you
make us both something to drink. After the blowjob you
gave me, the dance you performed for me, the bath you
gave me and of course you feeding me grapes and brunch,
I think I should treat you more like an equal but still
up to a certain level and to my discretion of course,"
he was playing with her hair as he raised his upper
body. She laid there naked.
He then started sucking on her left nipple and she was
making lower sexual moans. "I want us to go back to the
living room. I will put back my clothes on but I want
you to dance naked for me. After you finish your drink
of course," he chuckled.
Later Boris was fully dressed and sat back on the
lounge, sipping his apple juice and watching Jasmine
dance naked for him. She danced to his White Power
music and a poster of Hitler rested on the sofa next to
him (obviously he planned on having it hung up on the
wall). As she was dancing, she was also touching
herself like playing with her breasts and fondling with
it while moving and turning her body around, exposing
her ass and back to him. Boris was eyeing her sexy
body. He obviously had something up his sleeve. Then
there was a knock on the door. "Slave go see who that
is," he ordered her. "Yes master," she stopped dancing
and walked nakedly towards the door.
Boris enjoyed watching his slave pace around without
her clothes on. He put his glass down the table and
decided to join his slave by the doorway. Jasmine
opened her flat door. It was her Vietnamese neighbours
from the first floor. The husband was a skinny man in
his 30s and his wife was a fat lady in her 40s. It was
the guy's wife who spoke, "I can hear your loud music
all the way from downstairs. Would you tone it down a
bit," the Vietnamese lady shouting at her and looking
at her in disgust since she was standing there naked.
"And have you no decency. You should have some clothes
before answering the door," the Vietnamese lady sneered
at her. But what scared the Vietnamese neighbours was
when Boris came and put an arm around Jasmine's
shoulder. Jasmine was already much taller than her
neighbours. Her boyfriend was even much taller than she
was, making her neighbours feel like gnats.
"What's the problem here? My girlfriend hasn't seen me
in a long time and she puts on a show for me and here
you are coming here and complaining. You already steal
jobs and yet you still come here and disturb us White
Aryans when all we want is peace and quiet. I suggest
you gooks go back downstairs before things get really
ugly," he threatened them.
The neighbours were so intimidated that they just
turned around and walked away. They were scared of
Boris and from the looks on their face, could tell that
he was a Neo Nazi. Boris slammed the door, went back to
the lounge and turned off the radio off. The music
stopped playing. Jasmine followed him. "I am going to
turn the damn thing off. The gooks would probably
called the police on us if I continued playing it at
this level," he was annoyed. "Like how you threatened
to call the cops on me yesterday if I didn't leave and
here Wotan reduces you to my personal slave," he
angrily glared at her. She gulped. "Get dress. We're
going out," he continued.
***
Jasmine parked her car not far from where a car metre
was. She saw a short in front of her car on the
sidewalk. They were by some alley way in Hamburg. An
alley known to be dodgy. It was one full of Neo Nazis
and poor working class White Germans. But what scared
her was what she saw. She gulped. It was a tattoo shop.
Boris was sat next to her. "You look nervous dear. Is
something wrong?" he asked her as he unbuckled his seat
belt on the passenger's side. "Where...where are we
going?" she sounded scared.
"What does it look like slave. We are in tattoo shop,"
he was starting smile at her...wickedly. "Why... why
are we going there... Master?" she asked him.
"You are going to get a tattoo," he moved closer to her
inside the car.
"Please don't tattoo me. I never had one and those
things hurt. Look I'll do anything else you want me to
do... Master. But those things are hard to get rid of,"
she begged him.
"I have tattoos too slave. You have seen mine," he
chuckled.
He had a tattoo on his back of the German eagle
carrying a circle on its talon and within its talon is
a swastika. "Are you afraid that you are going to get a
Nazi tattoo," he chuckled he knew that she hated his
White Supremacist and Neo Nazi Aryan stuff. She nodded.
"I am going to give you some other tattoo. Now come and
don't waste anymore time," he commanded her. They got
out of her car and went inside the tattoo shop. Outside
the car he told her, "And remember not to call me
master when we're with other people. It could spell a
whole lot of problem. Call me Boris or Honey or
Sweetheart. Sounds more romantic that way and a show
for your affection for me. "
Inside the shop a Skinhead comes, greets and hugs
Boris, saying, "You bastard. You found a place to stay
yet," the Skinhead asked. "I am staying at my girl's,"
he pointed out to Jasmine. "Come here sweetheart," he
told her. Jasmine walked towards Boris WITHOUT CALLING
HIM MASTER IN FRONT OF HIS FRIENDS AS INSTRUCTED, and
he put an arm around her shoulder.
"She wants to get a tattoo and she is also tired of the
liberals running this country," Boris kissing Jasmine
on the cheek. "And she now wants to immerse in her
Aryan culture." "Well would you please follow me," the
Skinhead leading them to a special room inside the
shop. Jasmine saw an operation table. Boris told the
Skinhead what tattoo she was going to get. Jasmine got
undressed and laid on the table.
The Skinhead started operating and drawing on her skin.
Jasmine knew that this was going to be a bit painful
now and later on was going to get a lot more
painful...psychologically as tattoos were for life. The
Skinhead operated on her back, using needles and some
other instruments. Her clothes were on a small chair.
Boris stood by, watching his friend in action. "She is
looking nice and lovely," Boris commented.
"One point of advice Boris. Given how Brunettes
sometimes tan faster than Blonds I suggest you don't
let get too much sun tan, especially during summer
time. That means for your sake and hers you guys should
skip places like Spain or Italy and of course you two
will never visit Zion or a stupid Christian anti-
European anti-white country like America," the Skinhead
continued operating. When the Skinhead finished, he let
Jasmine lie down on the table inside the room while the
Skinhead and Boris were stood by the counter outside,
drinking beer together and discussing some personal
issues.
An hour later, they went back inside the room to check
on Jasmine. "Ok Jasmine get up," Boris told her.
Jasmine got off the table and the Skinhead walked
towards her. In front of Jasmine's tummy were imprinted
the words PROPERTY OF BORIS within a heart. The
Skinhead helps turns her body around by holding on to
her and saying, "Ok let's see your back now." "Now that
looks very very nice. You did a good job. A very very
good job," Boris smiled at the tattoo on Jasmine's
back.
On the back of her neck she had the tattoo of the
German flag and on her back proper she had the words
imprinted in bold italics DEUTSCHLAND UBER ALLES
(Translated as GERMANY ABOVE ALL but banned as a
written public statement because of the Second World
War and the history about Nazism and Hitler) and below
it another words imprinted in bold italics MADE IN
GERMANY (because he knew she was born in Berlin). "He
did a good job on you. Honey put some clothes on and
also pay the man," Boris ordered Jasmine. As Jasmine
was putting her clothes on, the Skinhead asked Boris,
"Where are you off to after this?" "Shopping," Boris
smiled.
They left the alley where the tattoo shop was and
Jasmine drove them towards a parking lot of a large
supermarket outlet of a supermarket corporation called
Kaufland (translated as Buy-Land). Kaufland was not as
famous as the more famous worldwide German supermarket
outlet called Lidl (Translated as Little, indicating
cheap bargains). They got out of the car and Jasmine
was still upset about being tattooed. She was not just
his obedient slave since that same day but also got
tattooed that very same day. She went to where the
trolleys were, took out a €1 coin and put it inside the
hole for putting in the coin, pulling one trolley out
from a queue of attached trolleys.
Boris was pulling the trolley beside her and had an arm
around her. "I love going shopping with you," he spoke
to her in such a loving tone of voice and kissed her on
the neck. Inside the supermarket they went from aisle
to aisle. He was pulling six-packed beer cans from
shelves and placing it on the trolley. They were buying
food as well as drinks. When they finished shopping
they queued up on the counter and Jasmine paid for all
of it on her credit card. When they finished shopping
they got back in her car and Jasmine drove out from the
parking lot.
As she drove her master said, "We go back to your place
and dump all this in the fridge. It's Saturday and I
think we should do something outdoors. Let's go to the
cinema," Boris sat down next to Jasmine and playing
with her brown hair lovingly as she kept on driving the
car. Jasmine knew that when he mentioned cinema he
actually had a much more ulterior motive behind it.
Boris and Jasmine queued up to go inside a cinema
theatre. Jasmine only wore her high heels; a red mini
skirt, a thin black shirt and a coat. And of course she
had her handbag too. Jasmine paid for two tickets. As
for what movie they were going to see it was a
Hollywood film. It was Hellboy II: The Golden Army. The
person checking their tickets let them through. "Hey
Jass. I could go for a popcorn. Make it sweet. And a
coke too. How about you buy a large popcorn and two
colas for us," Boris whispered at her ear.
"Ok...Boris," she nodded. They queued up at the food
counter and Jasmine bought two large drinks and a large
carton of sweet popcorn for them.
They went inside their movie hall and walked up the
steps, all the way to the top seats and joined a couple
of other people, mostly young teenagers, on the top
seats. They sat on a far corner where they were not
close to the other people sat on top. The movie
started. Boris was digging into the popcorn until the
middle of the movie. He whispered to Jasmine, "You know
this movie is exciting but it kind of reminds me of our
relationship. Take off your coat," he said. Jasmine
took off her coat and placed on the seat next to hers.
"Why don't you just let the popcorn down too," he
further suggested.
She complied and put the popcorn on the same empty seat
next to hers. He pulled her closer to him, took her
coke drink from her and placed it on the floor, raised
up the drink-holding armrest between them and was
kissing her affectionately on the cheek and his hand
went under her skirt, going down her panty and started
touching her cunt. Jasmine felt his fingers inside her
cunt.
She made low sexual moans. His other hand was going
underneath her thin black shirt and slipped through her
bra, touching her breasts. Jasmine closed her eyes as
he was touching her like this in public. She expected
that if she moaned too loud other people sitting down
would hear her and notice what they were doing. Once
they did there would be trouble. The more he fingered
her cunt and fondled her breasts and nipples the louder
Jasmine sounded as she sexually moaned. He was kissing
her on the neck.
"Maybe we should stop this. We are in the cinema
Boris," she giggled. It was better for her to giggle
and make it sound light than to sound serious and have
people continuing to focus on them. "Can't a German
Prince show his love for his Persian Princess," Boris
getting carried away and even sounding much louder.
"Can't a German Prince show his love for his Persian
Princess," a sarcastic mimic came from someone up
front. "A German Prince and a Persian Princess are with
us. Didn't know that royalty went often to cinemas," a
second sarcastic comment from someone else. "I thought
only England had this kind of crazy royalty," a third
person sarcastically remarked. "Will you guys just shut
the fuck up before I get down there and bash you up,"
Boris shouting at them. "Boris...no" Jasmine pleaded
with him not to start a fight.
One of the cinema person came inside with a flashlight
and walked up the steps, asking, "What is going on
here?" "A stupid white couple in the back are having
sex while the rest of us want to watch this fucking
film and now I am missing Hellboy killing all the demon
motherfuckers," commented a guy who sounded like he
could be of African-descent. "We better get out of here
before they call the cops," Jasmine trying to convince
Boris. They eventually left the cinema and headed back
home. Jasmine's home.
Boris finished pinning a poster of Adolf Hitler on
Jasmine's living room wall. "There that should do it,"
he smiled and was happy with himself. Jasmine was
dressed up in her slave harem outfit, making dinner for
the two of them. When she finished cooking she placed
their food on her dining table and they both sat down.
Boris sat on the head chair and Jasmine sitting to his
right. They also had beer drinks on pints. Boris was
sipping his beer drink, as he was savouring his dinner.
"You make nice food Jasmine," Boris complimenting her
cooking. They were eating German food. "Thank you
Master," she responded. "I really love your outfit.
Can't I say I love you in front of everyone else," he
smiled at her, touching her soft hand. He was talking
about the cinema. "But Master we can't have sex in
public. It's against the law. I mean if you fought that
guy they would have called the police and they would
have come to the cinema and arrest the two of us," she
was clarifying their situation earlier on.
"You mean that coloured guy who insulted us earlier.
This is Germany. Perhaps he should fuck off back to
Africa where he belongs. Good thing for him I didn't
beat him up, as well as those other bastards. Why
didn't they just mind their own fucking business," he
was hitting the table. "Master your food is getting
cold," she said. She didn't want this conversation to
continue further. She knew that it got to him and he
would just unnecessarily lose his temper. "After dinner
I want us to watch another Lord of the Rings film. The
second one. The Two Towers," he commented.
Half-an-hour later they were both sat by the
television, watching Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers.
Jasmine was crouching and kneeling on the sofa, feeding
Boris grapes from a bowl. Boris was watching the movie
very intensely and very deeply. His arm was all over
her shoulders. "I think I could go for a blowjob
Jasmine," he told her. "Ok Master," Jasmine putting
that grape bowl down on the floor, pulled down his
pants and started sucking on his cock, making his cock
ejaculate sperm into her mouth. As her neck was faced
towards him, he could see the tattoo of the German flag
on the back of her neck. "Your tattoo is looking good,"
he commented. He was putting a hand on her head, making
her continue to suck him.
Even compared to the first Lord of the Rings film, the
second one was even longer. After the first hour of the
movie, he then told her to stop and massage his
shoulders instead. Jasmine massaged his shoulders while
also forced to watch the film as well. She could tell
from his eyes that he was getting too deep into the
film and it was making him look more emotional and
disturbed. She didn't want him to start lashing out for
no good reason and so she was asking him softly, "Is
everything alright Master?" "Jasmine, why did you break
up with me the first time? That really hurt me you know
that," he looked at her.
"Well Master it was because I thought you didn't want
to find a job and that I didn't see you going anywhere
in life. I was always forced to help you out and didn't
like it that you were too reliant on me all the time,"
she answered softly. She had to answer him truthfully
as he had made her to and it was something she didn't
like since she knew it would increase his inferiority
complex and if it did he would do crazy dangerous
things. "So did you stop loving me then?" he started
sounding like he didn't want to hear the answer but she
was complied to be truthful.
"Well Master I did tell you then that I wasn't in love
with you anymore. I mean a part of me still loved you
then like I do now. I was also upset that you hung out
with all your Neo Nazi friends and I found them too
frightening and intimidating since they harass people.
I was also afraid that you got angry too often and
lashed out people and damaged property. I was afraid
that one day you might also beat me up too," she
sighed.
"Ok I understand all that. But you did over the phone
and not to my face. Why?" he asked her. "Because I was
already afraid that you were going to hurt me if I told
you face-to-face...Master," she sighed. "You know Jass
a part of me is still angry with you for having dumped
me and that part of me still wants to lash out on you.
Since I have power over you maybe I should show what I
wanted to do to you," he snickered very very
emotionally.
***
Jasmine was naked on her bed. She was tied up in a
spread eagled manner, with her wrists and ankles tied
to all four posts of her bed. Her mouth was covered
with a thin cloth so that she could not fully scream.
"Ok my precious this is what I wanted to do to you,"
Boris was lying next to her naked. He thrust his cock
up her cunt, pumping and fucking her. She moaned in
pain. He was fondling and squeezing her breasts very
roughly and at the same time kissing and biting at her
neck and then lapping his tongue at her frightened
face.
She was afraid that he was going to rape her roughly.
He then lowered his head and started sucking on her
left breast like a child to a lollipop. Jasmine felt
her nipple stiffened as if the air out of it was being
sucked. She closed her eyes and shook her head
frantically. He stopped sucking her left breast and
then started sucking very hard on her right breast.
His cock was still ejaculating sperm into her clitoris
and he was hammering her pussy really hard. He was
taking out his anger on her. He kept on sucking and
sucking until he felt that Jasmine was feeling far too
much pain. He got up and then sat on her tummy, pushing
his cock between her breasts. As his cock was already
steaming with German sperm, he squeezed her breasts
against his cock, helping more of his sperm to
ejaculate.
Her breasts had been coated with sperm stains from his
cock (his sperm stain were still all over her pussy and
the upper parts of her long legs) and more of his sperm
were shooting towards her beautiful Persian face. The
face of a princess was now covered with sperm. He
squeezed and pushed her breasts against his cock for a
while and then he went down on her pussy again,
continuing to fuck her pussy while fondling and
squeezing hard on her breasts. She knew that he was
losing it and he was just acting without
responsibility.
When she was a free woman she never allowed him any
chance of doing something like that to her but now that
she is his obedient slave she has no chance of
defending herself against this sort of action. Boris
finally stopped hurting her breasts and he pulled his
cock out of her cunt as he was causing her vagina to
bleed. He then untied her ankles, held on to her legs
and raised her thighs higher so that he could fuck her
asshole.
He thrust his cock up her ass, coating and flooding it
with more sperm and at the same time nearly breaking
her asshole with his strength, speed and stamina. It
was like what if she had been fucked or raped by an
athlete without control. Jasmine couldn't help it
anymore. Tears flowed down her eyes as she started
crying. She was crying because she was his slave and he
was doing this to her rather than she felt he was just
raping her. She had never felt so inferior in her life.
Boris finally untied her and took off the cloth from
her mouth. He hugged her ass he cried. He kissed her,
feeling guilty of what he just did. "I'm really sorry I
did that. Please stop crying. I am not going to do that
again?" he asked her.
She automatically stopped crying, as she still had to
obey him. "I still love you, I have always loved you
and this is why I hurt you. I treated you as if you
were just a whore that I can do with because you left
me. I just wanted to make you feel like how I felt. If
I were rich I would have married you so that I can take
care of you and you don't have to work for a living.
Would you like to hit me back. Here lash out on me. Hit
me if you have to. I still love you and I don't want to
lose you," he said.
Jasmine lashed out on him, hitting and hitting and
being allowed to cry again. She couldn't hit him
anymore and just dropped down to his chest, begging him
to hug her which he did. "There, there my Princess.
Love can make you do crazy things. I can promise you
that I'll never beat you up. I am sure that you are
just as sorry before this for having left me out there
in the cold. I am sorry i am making you feel what I
feel," he was hugging her in the bed and kissing her on
the head.
***
Boris and Jasmine were in the bath tub, having warm
bubble bath. Boris was washing over Jasmine's body as
she rested her back to the end of the bath tub while he
crouched in front of her. He allowed her now to speak
freely and not refer to him as master anymore. "You
hate me right," he asked her. "Yes Boris. I actually
still hate you for what you did. To me. I don't know if
I can say that you raped me and then again I am your
slave and you can express yourself in any way with me
as you would always automatically have my consent no
matter how much I dislike it. I never thought you were
ever going to do this to me. Do your Skinhead friends
do this to their girlfriends?" she asked him. She was
just tired, angry and sad all at once.
"Well they do have BDSM sex from time to time," he was
being gentle as he was even washing her breasts. Her
breasts were quite red. "You had me serve you all day
like some harem slave. I had to feed you grapes and you
had my body tattooed. My tummy says I am your property
and you had my back tattooed with Nazi slogans," she
splashed water at him. "Oh don't be like that. I can
remove those tattoos if you want. I mean you're not
angry with having the German flag, or MADE IN GERMANY
or DEUTSCHLAND UBER ALLES. I really do consider you as
German as I am cos you were born here and don't look
different from a white local Brunette here. I mean
Germans and Persians are from the same racial Aryan
stock. That is more than I can say for those gooks who
live below you," he looked guilty.
"Those gooks were people I got along with. I don't hate
Auslanders (foreigners) and I sure as hell don't hate
non Caucasians," she scolded him. "Honey remembered
what that coloured guy said in the cinema," he tried
defending his historical actions. "That a white couple
were having sex at the back," she started being
sarcastic.
Jasmine moved her body closer to him and to his
surprise she was putting her hands on the sides of his
head, pulling him now closer to her. She was starting
to look, sound and becomes sarcastic, "My handsome
Blond German sweetheart. He was ...right. You kept on
touching me and I got excited and started making
inappropriate noises. The rest of them were trying to
watch the film or else they wouldn't have gone to see
it in the first place."
It was Boris who was sighing now. "As for that tattoo,
if anyone saw what tattoo I had and given that we are
ruled by political correctness I would end up getting
fired and perhaps evicted too. Tattoos are for life.
And you had me tattooed as your property. Am I a toy to
you that you will discard at any time? I am a human
being. You had me tattooed and I had to pay for it
too," she splashed water at him. "Honey I can get rid
of that tattoo. I can do it for you if you want," Boris
putting his arms around her.
"Don't forget that since you want me to remain pale and
white I can no longer go to Ibiza and see my Spanish
friends since you're afraid I will get too dark from
sun tanning," she was on the verge of becoming
hysterical. "I'll be here for you. More than I can say
for your friends," Boris defending his actions. "I
don't want to think about this anymore. I don't want
headache. Just clean me up would you," she complained.
"Yes my love," he kissed her on the neck and continued
bathing her body.
"It has been a very long day," Jasmine cried. She and
Boris were naked under the blanket inside her bedroom.
The lights were also off. Before they went to bed they
changed the bed sheet as Jasmine's blood from her pussy
stained the bed from Boris fucking her vigorously
earlier on. Boris had an arm over her upper body. Her
arms were on his arm that was hugging her. They were
snuggling their bodies closer. "Do you want me to get
rid of your tattoo?" he asked her. "How about we try
working out our failed relationship. I can't stop
thinking about you and you can't stop thinking about
me.
"I think I can live with the tattoo. Now we both have
tattoos. I can live with Deutschland written all over
me and our country's flag. I don't have any problems
with that. But that I am your property. This means I am
either your lover or your slave. Tell you what. If our
relationship works out and that means that I don't
behave as your slave but as your partner then I
wouldn't mind keeping this tattoo. But you have to get
a tattoo on your tummy too, saying PROPERTY OF
JASMINE," she was starting to smile kinkily.
"I can get that tattoo even now if you want. Or
tomorrow. I would be more than happy to get it," he
smiled back kinkily too. They were both sorry for what
they did to each other. They could see it in their
eyes. "So am I a free woman?" she asked him and was
fondling with his yellow hair. "You don't have to obey
me and my words anymore. I am setting you free from my
power. You know maybe you should go call the cops on
me. Tell them what I did and let them come here and
arrest me," he sighed, feeling guilty for what happened
the whole day. "I really don't want to do that...
sweetheart," Jasmine starting to become affectionate
with him. "But you did something to me tonight and I
want to say you back for it," she was smiling kinkily.
"Sure...what?" he asked her.
Boris was tied up in the bed. His wrists and ankles
were tied to the four bed posts. His eyes were
blindfolded. "I think I should this to you just so that
we are even for what you put me through tonight,"
Jasmine sounding domineering, kinky and consumed with
power. Jasmine was holding a candle. She was letting
wax drip all over his chest. He was making low screams.
A part of her enjoyed what she was doing to him. Not
because of revenge but because she just realised that
she had a dark side too that she never wanted to
acknowledge before and which was probably why she
easily became a surgeon. "Oh you like that don't you,"
Jasmine making a soothing sarcastic tone.
"Yes mistress. Please do that again," he responded like
a meek slave. She loved it now that he was the one who
called her 'mistress' just as she called him 'master'
earlier on. After letting candle wax drip on him, she
placed it on the bedside table and started sucking on
his male nipples while fondling with his large cock.
And then she sat on his chest, pushing her cunt towards
his face, ordering him,
"Lick my cunt slave." He started lapping his tongue
away at her clitoris. She moaned with excitement and
started cumming not just on his mouth but on his entire
face. As he lapped his tongue between her legs, she was
grabbing and holding on to his yellow hair like a rider
holding to the rein of his or her horse. "Lick faster.
Lick faster," Jasmine overcome with excitement.
The more he licked her Persian pussy the more she could
cum on him. She had enough of her pussy getting licked
and so moved her pussy from him and used his own yellow
hair to clean off her cum from between her legs. She
giggled at his blond hair full of her Persian cum. She
then moved her asshole closer to his face, ordering
him, "Lick my asshole slave." He started lapping his
tongue in her ass now. It felt nice to have her
'boyfriend' making her ass feel nice. "Oh that feels so
nice meine liebe (my love)".
She finally had enough of sex and wanted to spend a
more romantic passionate time with Boris. She started
to untie his wrista abd ankles, saying, "I think we're
both sorry that we have hurt each other enough already.
I think we should and kiss and make up, forget the past
and move on." She kissed him on the lips as she was on
top of him.
Boris and Jasmine were staring at each other in the
bed. "Boris if we have children together do you think
we can still get away with all this violent sex stuff?"
she was moving her fingers all over his hair (still
full of her cum). "I think we should wash your hair. My
cum stains are still stuck on it," she made a weak
kinky giggle. "No leave it. I deserve to be punished
this way tonight," he smiled, further adding, "I
enjoyed drinking your cum." "I actually enjoyed
drinking your sperm," she giggled. "I think we can do
this every night," he said.
Jasmine was glad that they were slowly getting back
together again, as she had been seeing no other guy and
that apart from him she really never got too interested
on any other guy she met. "Boris if you are going to
stay with me and I am glad that you are I can introduce
you to friends at work as my partner but there is just
one thing I have to do," Jasmine playing with his
fingers and sucking each one from time to time. "And
what is that Princess?" he asked her curiously. "You
promise not to be mad," she wanted him calmed. "I don't
think I could mad at you for anything anymore," Boris
said.
"Can I take down your Hitler poster from the living
room wall? If we have people come over here for dinner
I think they would freak and you know what people are
like," she wasn't scared of what she said in front of
him anymore. "Oh I'll do that first thing in the
morning. If you want I won't walk around shirtless
since my swastika tattoo would freak them out too," he
said in a calm and loving way. "And please try not to
hate non whites or pick up fights with them. For me,"
she made an emotional plea. "Anything for you. Ok I'll
be nice to your... Vietnamese neighbours and won't play
my music too loud."
"Boris I wanna apologise for having been a bad
girlfriend. As long as you're here with me here I think
I should help you find a job too and not put you down
anymore ok," she sounded very guilty and emotional.
Boris just continued to stare at her and smile, then
saying, I just wanna say I love you my beautiful
Brunette Persian Princess," Boris moved closer to her,
pulling her even closer to him and saying to her as he
was about to kiss her. "I love you too my handsome
Blond German Prince," she responded before their lips
touched.
They kissed.
THE END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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