#jonas meinhof

Idetta remained motionless for a bit, then without yet pulling her skirt down or re-buttoning her white cotton blouse, she looked in the mirror. She saw the same reflection as before, a pleasant face, soft brown eyes whose lids were slightly hooded with a few wrinkles. Also a few wrinkles around the mouth. She thought to herself, “This is the face of a middle-aged Haus Frau, not a woman who has just been bent over the sink in the water closet of a D Zug and assaulted.” She paused, then, “No. Assaulted isn’t the correct word. I did not protest; don’t you have to protest for what happed to be called an assault. I neither told him not to, nor did I consent. Perhaps this is just the face of an old woman who has just been bent over and fucked by a younger man.” Then Idetta straightened her skirt and re-buttoned her blouse and went back to her seat as if nothing had ever happened.

Once seated, her mind began to wander. She thought, “I remember that Russian girl – what was her name; it seems so long ago now. Oh yes, Nastascha. Later she was sold to that Ukrainian man. She once told me after I was taken by a man and actually had an orgasm that I had the makings of a sex slave. Perhaps she was correct because, I did not protest Jonas taking me and in fact, enjoyed it. Enjoyed the actual act, but what about the fear of being caught. How humiliating that would have been. But even about humiliation I must admit I have mixed feelings.” The voice on the intercom came on announcing another stop. “No. This is not my stop either. I still have several to go before I get off the train and go to the little cottage where Hans and I used to live.” Then her thoughts went back to Haus der Sklavin and the girl named Nastascha. “I wonder what happened to her. The man who bought her – I think his name was Stefan - was Ukrainian. I wonder if he took her back to Ukraine, and if he did what has happened to them since the Russians have invaded.” Then Idetta had a vision of Stefan lying dead on a street and Nastascha being manhandled by Russian soldiers. “If that were to happen, I cannot imagine that her Fate would be kind. I remember growing up, my own Oma who before the last world war lived in Berlin telling me stories of the Russian soldiers and how they treated German women. I hope that isn’t Nastascha’s Fate.”

Idetta continued to think about Nastascha and what had possibly happened to her. Then her thought s were interrupted again, “This D Zug is arriving at the main Stuttgart Banhof.” Now, Idetta said out loud, “This is my stop.”

Meinhof said, “Yes, although I never met your husband, I was aware of who he was. He had an excellent reputation both as an engineer and as a project manager, quite an eye for details, so I have heard.” He suppressed a chuckle, then, “When I first heard of Hans, I thought to myself, ‘Now there is a man who would be a good mentor for me.’ You see, Idetta, I am also an engineer who has a fine eye for detail. I have noticed that I do not see the outline of any sort of bra straps beneath that white cotton blouse you are wearing, and although your- very fashionable- loden coat covers most of the blouse, I would wager that you are not wearing any sort of bra.”

Hearing this, Idetta felt she might be blushing somewhat. She was sure her nipples stiffened, but she said nothing.

Meinhof continued, “Of course Hans and I never had the pleasure of working together. Instead, he was offered that position at the plant in Alabama in the southern United States. Did you like Alabama, Idetta? Was it as hot as I have heard?” He paused, then, “But back to what ifs? What if Hans had remained here in Germany and had become my mentor? Why just think, he would have had me over for dinner sometime. What would you have cooked for us? I’m sure you are a good cook, Idetta. But alas, Hans was killed in that terrible accident, and I never had him for a mentor.” He paused again before continuing, “But at least I did get to have sex with his widow, and she was wonderful in bed…”

Meinhof was interrupted by the sound of the train’s speaker saying, “Next stop in twelve minutes.”

Now Meinhof looked intently at Idetta. “Twelve minutes before my stop. We should quit talking if we are going to have any fun. Why don’t you go down to the water closet at the end of the car? Go in and wait. Don’t lock the compartment door. I’ll be there shortly.”

Idetta started not to go. “I’ll just stay right here,” she thought. “That’s what I should do. Just sit right here.” But for some reason, some reason that Idetta could not fathom, she got up from her seat and did as Jonas Meinhof had said. Once inside the tiny compartment, she looked in the mirror at the image staring back at her. Soft brown eyes, set in a roundish face, a few wrinkles around those eyes which were becoming slightly hooded, set beneath graying hair cut in a short bob. “Overall, a pleasant face of a woman entering her fifties,” thought Idetta, “Not really the face of a sex slave.”

Idetta’s thoughts were interrupted by the door to the compartment being opened

Jonas Meinhof squeezed in, saying, “It will be tight, but we’ll manage.” He pushed Idetta against the sink as he lifted her skirt. He said, “Excellent! No panties!” as he pressed against her. Idetta heard the sound of his trousers being unzipped as hands encircled her. Hands that quickly found their way inside her white cotton blouse and then to her erect nipples. The same hands, hands with long fingers began to fondle Idetta’s breasts and roll her nipples between forefinger and thumb.

“Lean over the sink a little,” said Meinhof, as one hand left Idetta’s breast to guide his member into her sex. Idetta tried not to moan as Meinhof thrust into her. He whispered in her ear, “You like it.” It was not so much a question as it was a statement.

And back in the main compartment, a young boy was sitting next to his grandmother. He had seen Idetta go into the water closet and then watched Jonas Meinhof follow her into it. The boy looked at his grandmother and said, “Oma, why did that man go into the toilet? Doesn’t he know there is already an old lady in there?”

And inside the water closet, Idetta bit her hand in order to keep from crying out as Jonas Meinhof plowed into her.

But the man said nothing. Instead, he unfolded a newspaper and held it in front of him without so much as glancing at Idetta. She thought to herself, “He has said nothing. Perhaps he doesn’t recognize me.” She tried not to smile as she thought, “Doesn’t recognize me with my clothes on.”

Then suddenly from behind the newspaper, a voice spoke. “Frau Kleindorf, you didn’t even say ‘Hello.’ I am somewhat disappointed by your lack of manners.”

“I’m sorry. Have you mistaken me for someone you know?” said Idetta, thinking, “Perhaps I can bluff my way out of this by pretending I am not who I am.”

But the bluff failed. The man put the paper down and looked directly into Idetta’s eyes. He said, “I am not mistaken. I know exactly who you are, Frau Idetta Kleindorf, widow of the late Hans Kleindorf. We had the pleasure – and I do mean pleasure- of meeting at Haus der Sklavin last fall. Perhaps you do not recall my name, but if I were to unbutton my trousers, you might recognize my member. I am Jonas Meinhof.”

Now it all came back to Idetta – the room where she was tied to the bed and blindfolded while at least three men took her. Passing out. Then waking up between two men, Fritz Kubel and this man. I’m not sure he ever told me his name that night, but I remember him using me.” Idetta said, “That is not necessary Herr Meinhof. I remember you. And the circumstances we met under.”

“Good. Imagine my surprise when I accepted an invitation from Jakob Weber to attend a leadership training seminar at a secluded location, only to find that it was some type of brothel called Haus der Sklavin. And my even greater surprise to find you there. While I never knew your husband, I did know his reputation as an excellent engineer. Herr Kubel told me later that his widow – that would be you – had decided to become a sex slave after his death. But what I do not know is why you are here on a train, dressed as a regular Haus Frau. Why is this?”

Idetta said nothing, but Meinhof persisted. “Would you rather me stand up and announce to everyone on the train what you are and have done. If you do not answer me, I will do it, I swear.”

Idetta knew she really had no choice, so she told Meinhof what she was doing. “You see I went to Haus der Sklavin after I found a letter where Hans had decided to send me there for training. I guess he thought it might spice up our sex life. Anyway, after training, I signed a contract to serve there for a year. My contract is up in April and Madam Gisele who is the manager there granted me a ten-day leave to see what it would be like if I went back to my regular life. So, here I am on a train going back to Hans and my little cottage near Stuttgart.” Idetta paused, then, “And evidently, the Fates have decreed that I run into someone who knows my secrets. Knows that secretly this middle-aged woman is a sex slave.”

Hearing this, Meinhof smiled broadly and said, “Ah, the Fates. They must have also decreed that I, on my way from my home in Goppingen to Stuttgart would choose the car that you were sitting in.” He paused, then, “And would you not suppose that the Fates would also decree that I should use you?”

What Idetta didn’t know, had no way of knowing, was that Wilma, the head dominatrix had noticed. The previous day she had pulled Heinrich aside and said, “Do you like working here? Do you want to continue?” Heinrich had answered in the affirmative. The pay was good; the accommodations where the valets stayed was nice, as nice as any military barracks, and the working conditions were good. The valets were charged with maintaining discipline along with the dominatrices but could and did avail themselves of the slaves almost any time. The day before Heinrich had flogged Snejana, the buxom Polish slave for a minor infraction and taken her afterward. But he had always gone easy on Idetta and it was brought to Wilma’s attention.

“Well, if you want to continue working here, quit going easy on that old sow! Understand!” threatened Willma

By the third blow, tears were streaming from Idetta’s eyes. She screamed, “Please stop! I beg you! It hurt so much! Please stop!” But Heinrich administered two more, leaving red strips across Idetta’s rear. As he did so, Heinrich felt his own member stir.

As Heinrich completed his task and backed away, Fritz Kubel came to Idetta. He took her tear strained face in his hands and kissed her deeply. This time Idetta did not protest, but rather yielded to his insistent tongue. Strangely enough, Idetta enjoyed his kiss this time, returning it and softly moaning. Kubel then moved down to kiss Idetta’s breasts, giving a little bite on a nipple before sucking it to further erection. Idetta also felt his hand sliding down her belly again, then the fingers entering into her sex. She was horrified to hear Kubel say, “Good! Now you’re wet. You just needed a little pain to get you aroused.” He continued to fondle Idetta until she uttered a louder moan.

Idetta knew she was vanquished. “What a slut I have become,” she thought as Kubel undid her hands from the chain hanging from the ceiling and pushed her to the bed. Jonas Meinhof came over to the bed and spread Idetta’s legs while Kubel Undressed. Idetta saw Meinhof’s member - now fully erect and almost throbbing – bobbing above her. Then she heard him say to Kubel, “Fritz, you take the whore first, then it’s my turn!”

As Heinrich was leading Idetta on a leash attached to the collar she wore around her neck – that and her high heels and leather bracelets on her wrists being the only articles of clothing on her otherwise naked body – following Fritz Kubel who had chosen Idetta to be brought to his room, another individual was coming down the hall. Idetta did not recognize the man, but evidently Kubel did. Idetta heard him say, “Meinhof, where are you going?”

The man answered, “I have already fucked that young skinny Russian whore She cried the whole time, silly girl thought I might go easier on her.” He laughed, then said, “What do you have here?”

Kubel answered, “I am going to take this one to my room. I think I’ll have the valet flog her and then take her.”

The man, whose name Idetta guessed was Meinhof said, “Do you mind if I join you. That young bitch didn’t do much for me. I like my women a bit older.”

“Sure, of you wish.”

Idetta watched as the two men went down the hall with a mounting sense of dread. Her apprehension was not allayed when Heinrich whispered, “It doesn’t look good for you, old girl.”

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Once in the room, Idetta looked around. It was similar to a room in an upscale hotel: nice bed, two easy chairs, a worktable and bedside table, a wardrobe and a bathroom. It had probably been an officer’s room back when Haus der Sklavin had been a Luftwaffe base. But Idetta noticed one difference; there was a hook in the ceiling with a chain hanging from it. Fritz Kubel said to the man who had joined them, “Jonas, make yourself comfortable, then nodded to Heinrich and said, “Please affix her bracelets to the chain hanging from the ceiling.” This was a fairly easy task as the bracelets on Idetta’s wrists had metal rings embedded in them. After Heinrich unclasped Idetta’s hands from behind her back, he merely clipped the rings to the chain with Idetta’s hands raised above her head. As Heinrich was doing this, Idetta noticed that the man whose name was evidently Jonas Meinhof was undressing.

Once he was naked, Meinhof flopped down in one of the easy chairs and lay his leg over the arm of the chair, revealing an already semi erect member. He took it in his hand, and looking at Idetta said, “Think you could handle this? That skinny little Russian could barely take it in her tight pussy.” Then Kubel came towards Idetta. He said, “Jonas, she hasn’t seen my member yet. Don’t tease her with that small thing of yours.” Then he grabbed both of Idetta’s nipples which were still quite erect from the cool night air. Pulling her to him, he said, “You’ll see mine soon enough, but first…” His voice trailed off as he moved his hands from Idetta’s breast to grab her purple tinted hair. Then holding her head in one hand and the other clutching her neck and jaw, he kissed Idetta on the mouth. Hard. So hard, it took Idetta’s breath away. It was not any type of romantic kiss, but rather one designed to show dominance. He pushed his tongue into Idetta’s mouth as the hand that had been on her throat slid down her body past Idetta’s heaving breasts and past her belly to the slit of her sex. Idetta felt fingers enter her. It hurt. He tried to cry out, to say ‘Stop!’ but her voice was muffled by Kubel’s insistent tongue. Finally, he pulled his mouth away and Idetta was able to say, “You’re hurting me!”

“It’s because you are not wet yet,” Hissed Kubel as his fingers continued to push inti Idetta. “Perhaps a taste of the crop will get you going!” Then he stepped back and nodded to Heinrich who had been standing away from the two. Kubel said, “Now crop her. I want to see red stripes across her ass!”

With that Heinrich stepped forward. He withdrew the riding crop from his belt and whispered to Idetta, “I’m sorry.” Idetta heard the whistle of the crop and the sudden burning across her rear. And she saw Jonas Meinhof sitting in the easy chair, one leg draped over an arm of the chair, stroking himself.

Once bound and blindfolded, the two men used Idetta repeatedly. First one of them held Idetta’s legs while the other thrust into her. Idetta remembered groaning in pain as whichever one it was quite large. It didn’t take long for him to come. After he finished, the other took his place. He went a little slower, but not really any gentler. Still, Idetta began to feel a familiar sensation building in her. She thought to herself, “I am being assaulted – raped actually, yet I feel as if I am about to come. And Kubel said I was wet from being flogged. Is that possible? The flogging hurt; Heinrich had never hit me that hard before, previously he had just gone through the motions with me even though he was quite rough on some of the other girls. But this time, he really hit me hard; I’m sure I have welts forming. And yet, on some level, I must have found some enjoyment in the flogging. Why am I like that?” But before she could reach climax, the man whichever one it was cried out and flung himself off of her, leaving Idetta frustrated.

Both men rested. From beneath her blind fold Idetta could make out two bodies sitting in the chairs across the room, but she couldn’t see their faces. Then she recognized Kubel’s nasal voice. “We’ll rest for a bit, have a drink of cognac, and then have another go.”

“Sounds good was the reply.”

Momentarily Idetta heard the door to the bedroom open with a loud creak. Then she heard muffled voices, but the only one she could make out was Fritz Kubel’s nasal twang. Then she felt the bed sag with someone’s weight. Then hands on her inner thigh, spreading them further. She heard a voice she didn’t recognize say, “Nice.” Then she felt fingers invade her vulva, working in and out. Idetta couldn’t help herself. She let out a soft moan. Someone laughed. Then there was a pressure on her anus. “Bring some lubricant,” the unknown voice said. She felt the finger being removed, then lubricant swabbed in her, then the finger returned. Idetta moaned again.

Then suddenly something pushed into her rear. It hurt. Idetta cried out, but the pounding of her rear continued. She buried her face in the pillow on the bed. Tears ran from under the blindfold and down her cheeks. She said, “Please stop! It really hurts!” But it didn’t stop. Instead, a voice said, “Lift up! I want to get to your breasts.” Idetta lifted a bit and felt a hand grabbing at her breast. The hand felt for her nipple and found it, squeezed it hard. Idetta was hurting, but the feelings she had earlier came back. She thought, “Dear God! I feel as if I might come!” Her hips began to move involuntarily, thrusting back against the man.

Suddenly, Idetta’s body was wracked by an orgasm. Then, like a toy whose spring has broken, she went limp. The man emptied himself into her bowels. He laughed and said, “I think the whore came, too! Idetta went limp and collapsed on the bed.

Then someone undid her hands from the bed’s headboard. She was made to kneel by the bed and her hands retied to a bed post. Idetta felt a hand on her head and something against her cheek. She knew that her mouth was not to be spared. She took a man’s member – Idetta had no idea whose – in her mouth. She heard a voice say, “Suck it, bitch.”

Idetta thought, “I am truly vanquished now. I remember the pretty Russian girl Nastascha telling me once, ‘You have the makings of a sex slave.’ She was right. I came while I was being taken in the rear. What a slut I have become! Oh Hans, if you were here, would you be happy with what I’ve become?” Then Idetta felt the hot spurt of semen come from the unknown man.

After that whoever it was left, leaving Idetta alone with Jonas Meinhof and Fritz Kubel. They all three got into bed. The two men quickly fell asleep. Idetta wondered who the unknown third man was. “Heinrich? Another guest? Could it have been Jakob Weber?”