#private Frederick Zoller

[claratompson]

You and me

“These cold gray-blue eyes that burned a hole in me, looking from under the visor of a glossy black cap.

It’s so strange and stupid, because I’ve already fallen in love with this look. The stern and confident look of Sturmbannführer Hellstrom, as if made of steel.

As all girls in love say: “You want to drown in those eyes.” I wanted to burn a reciprocal hole in those eyes.

After that annoying private Zoller advised Goebbels to move the premiere to my cinema, these eyes began to appear often in my field of vision.

Naively, every time I tried to suppress even the slightest hints of sympathy for this young, handsome, stately major, but even despite my hard fate, I decided to fall in love with him.

Only he had this charming and cunning smile with a hint of mockery. She first appeared when he introduced himself to me in a restaurant and pulled back his chair. From that moment I fell in love with that smile.

I watched him for a long time when he didn’t see it. His slightest movements were confident and stately. Despite his thin physique, Major Hellstrom was strong and courageous.

The moment when I was one step away from clinging to him happened one day when he and a couple of other officers came to decorate the cinema for the premiere. Coming out of the projector room, I accidentally came face to face with him.

The smell of his cold, sweet and fresh perfume penetrated every fiber of my consciousness so much that I became hypnotized by it. So silly. I thought that at least this would pass me by, but I also happened to fall in love.

True, without a doubt, for a person like Dieter Hellstrom I will never become an object of admiration. It's obvious. I don’t even dare to assume about the reciprocity of feelings. I will enjoy what I have as long as I see it. And after the premiere, I will never see him again. I hope I can stop loving him."

>>>

One evening before the premiere, Private Zoller visited Emmanuelle at the cinema along with Major Hellstrom and other officers. Walking up to her in the projector room, Zoller greeted her: “Hello, Emmanuel.” The girl put on a polite smile: “Hello. I think everything is ready.

Tomorrow is the premiere, you should rest Zoller."

Zoller:"Yes, without a doubt. Goebbels insisted that

the cinema was checked again the day before premieres. Simple formalities."

"Of course." she answered coldly.

"I must say, Emmanuel, you look absolutely wonderful."

- the private wanted to kiss the girl’s hand, but she put it away.

Shoshanna: "Thanks Frederic for the compliment, but I want to

ask you to stop giving me signs attention, I feel awkward."

The private looked amazed by this request: "May I know why you are rejecting me?"

Shoshanna: "I'm afraid it's difficult for me to answer this question."

Zoller: "Do I have a rival for your attention?"

And then the owner of the cinema had the temerity to tell the truth: “I suppose so.”

Zoller: "May I know who this lucky guy is?"

"If I tell, I'm afraid it might harm his reputation." - she answered timidly.

"Still, I need to know who it is." - the private said insistently, almost losing his temper.

Shoshann: "You must give me your word that under no circumstances will you tell him about this. I rely on your integrity Zoller."

Zoller: "Okay, I promise you."

With obvious excitement, Emmanuelle replied, "This is Major Hellstrom."

"Hellstrom? He's..." - with an undisguised responded with jealousy and a stunned look private

Shoshanna: "Please Frederic, you don't need anything else speak. I don't care what they say about him. My opinion about him will not change."

Zoller: "You seem to really have a crush on him."

Shoshanna: "I hope everything said here remains in secret."

Frederick hesitated and calmly asked: “I can’t even hope that at least one day I will become interesting to you?”

"I'm afraid not, Frederick. I didn't mean to put you in that position. I'm sorry."

“No need, Emmanuel. Don’t apologize. You can’t order your heart. I hope Hellstrom has better luck than I did since you liked him."

The private kissed her hand and left the room.

Emmanuelle breathed a sigh of relief. She was afraid that Zoller would take the refusal very seriously and shoot her, but everything turned out much better.

“This red dress is too tight. Although maybe it’s just me. So Emmanuel, pull yourself together. You won’t look stupider. No one will even look at me. This should make it easier. Probably..”

>

Walking down the stairs, the confidence in the absence of one’s own stupidity took on a new meaning. Unwanted glances fell on the young cinema owner. This instantly made my throat dry.

"I have to get through this, even if it means I fall down the stairs."

As the girl crossed the hall, having been forced to greet most of the representatives of the German film industry, Sturmbannführer Hellstrom quietly approached her with two glasses of champagne: “Mademoiselle Mimieux.” The girl slowly raised her hand to him enchanted look. Just from him alone presence made her feel so warm: "Sturmbannführer Helstrom."

"Glad to see you. This is for you." - He handed her a glass of champagne.

"Thank you, you are very kind." she answered embarrassedly.

Hellstrom: "So far so good. The premiere should be brilliant."

Shoshana: "Yes, apparently everyone is happy."

After examining the girl from head to toe with a predatory gaze, he leaned forward and whispered in her ear: “I must admit that you look incredibly beautiful in this dress.”

Emmanuelle blushed at this gesture, but the kiss on the cheek took her by surprise: “Thank you, you are very kind, Hellstrom.”

"Please call me Dieter." - he said with a charming sly smile.

"As you wish. I think it's time for me to go, thank you for champagne."

Quickly going up to the projection room, Emmanuel

closed the door and began to prepare for launch film. My hands were shaking quite a bit, and my palms sweated from excitement, which is why it didn’t work out right away

do everything right.

“Well, come on! Absent-mindedness is not my best trait.

I need to pull myself together."

Finally starting the movie, the girl sighed with relief, sitting down on a chair. Only 15 minutes had passed after the start of the film when a knock on the door of the projection room distracted the young cinema owner from her thoughts. Emmanuelle straightened her dress and slowly opened the door. Imagine her surprise that Major Hellstrom was standing behind her.

"Dieter?"

"Hello again, Emmanuel."

“Why are you here and not in your place enjoying the movie?”

“To be honest, at first he seemed boring to me, so for the sake of decency I sat in the hall for 15 minutes and came to you.”

"For what?"

"It seemed to me that in conversation with you, Emmanuel, it will be much nicer than 3 an hour-long viewing of Frederick Zoller's face.

"You shouldn't be here, Dieter. Enjoy the film. I'm sure you got mine wrong check. I'm not the best conversationalist.

Moreover, it is worth noting that the presence in the hall of such an important person as you, Hellstrom, is the main guarantor of security, isn’t it?”

“Of course, you are right, Emmanuel, but besides me there are other officers in the room who can cope with this task. And I would like to spend my time usefully.”

“I need to work. It’s unlikely that you will spend time usefully with me.”

"I'm sure you and I will find a way to have fun spend time." - he said with a sly smile, deliberately moving forward, forcing Emmanuelle to open the door for him. The girl stepped aside, allowing him to enter. The man looked appreciatively at the projector room: “I didn’t think it could be so cozy here.”

As you can see." Emmanuelle replied, smiling excitedly.

The girl stood with her back to the projector, leaning on the table, looking at anything but the major.

The man sat down on the chair opposite her, devouring her from head to toe with his eyes: “You should wear dresses more often, Emmanuelle. They emphasize your beauty.”

Emmanuelle was embarrassed by such a compliment: “Thank you, but I think this premiere is the only suitable event. I think it’s unforgivable for me to wear such dresses every day, otherwise I might get the impression that I’m frivolous.”

This thought amused the major: “You can believe me, Emmanuel, even if you are dressed in only a sheet, then even in this case the word frivolous will be unforgivably used in your direction.” He spoke as if he really meant it.

Her warm green eyes met his cold blue ones.

They looked at each other only occasionally blinking.

The man stood up and slowly walked towards Emmanuelle: “Are you afraid of me?”

The girl timidly replied: “No.”

Dieter: "Then why are your eyes scared?"

"Probably because I'm crazy about you." - unexpectedly for herself, she said out loud.

His eyes widened in surprise. The girl covered her mouth with her hand, realizing what stupidity she had committed: “Major Hellstrom, I didn’t mean it... I said a real stupidity. Forgive me..”

Walking unforgivably closer to the girl, he grabbed her shoulders: “Can I also say something stupid?”

Emmanuelle watched him silently: “I’ve been crazy about you since the moment I first saw you.”

Cupping the girl's face, he kissed her tenderly.

Emmanuelle timidly returned the kiss, but after a couple of seconds, clasping the man’s arms, she pushed the major away with the words: “We shouldn’t continue, major.”

Dieter stubbornly continued to kiss the girl on the face: "Why?”

Emmanuelle turned away from the man, protesting: “This is stupid and unreasonable.”

"Since when have feelings between a man and women who obviously love each other are defined as stupidity and unreasonableness?" - he said, hugging the girl around the waist.

Emmanuelle stubbornly tried to remove his hands: “I didn’t say that I love you. We just shouldn’t do this. Please don’t waste your time. Leave me alone.”

The man watched in fascination as the girl tried to hide something that even a blind person would have noticed.

“Will you really deny, Emmanuel, that your heart has belonged to me for a very long time? There is no need to try to deny your words. I know everything. I heard your conversation with Zoller exactly 3 days ago. Everything down to the smallest detail.”

Emmanuelle felt her eyes sting with treacherous tears. He took her by surprise. “I felt and saw how you looked at me. You looked at me the way I sometimes looked at you. And when you and I came face to face in the aisle, I was one step away from grab you and kiss."

Tears treacherously flowed from the girl’s eyes. "Why are you crying?" - the man showed tenderness that was unusual for him. He stroked her cheek, wiping away tears with his thumb.

"I don't know...". - she answered hopelessly.

The man felt her sadness. Her green eyes showed sadness and fear. He suddenly wanted to do something to make her eyes smile and shine as brightly as the moment they came face to face in the corridor.

"I love you, Shoshanna."

Dieter slowly leaned over and kissed her, wrapping her in a tight embrace, not allowing her to move away.

Without looking away from the girl, he kissed her cheeks, forehead, eyes, hair, saying: “You are so beautiful... I love you so much. Tell me that you love me too.”

"I can't."

"Tell me that you love me. I know that you love me no less than I love you, Shoshanna."

“What do you want from me, Dieter? Tell me why you need me?” - she asked directly.

"I want you. I want you to be mine. I want to love and protect you, take care of you."

"Is it true?"

“Yes. And don’t expect me to leave you so easily now.”

Finally, her eyes lit up and a smile appeared on her face.

Shoshanna stroked his cheeks and timidly replied, “I love you.”

The man smiled sincerely, hugging her tighter: “Then kiss me.”

The girl did not hesitate and kissed the man, hugging his neck.

The major responded to the girl's kiss with all passion. Every time Shoshanna tried to pull away, the man hugged her tightly cheeks, resuming the kiss. “Dieter.. please let me catch my breath.. there’s not enough air.”

The man followed the girl’s request, reluctantly ending the kiss: “I’m sorry, I can hardly restrain myself. I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long, my dear.”

Shoshanna smiled softly, "Don't apologize. major. I wanted the same thing."

Dieter admired her beauty, realizing that now this girl is the only thing of value to him. Shoshanna hugged him, resting her head on his shoulder, knowing that she would never let this man go.

[one-boring-person]

Pulling Rank. (Part 2/2)

Major Dieter Hellstrom x m!reader x Private Frederick Zoller (Inglorious Basterds)

Warnings: NSFW, smut, oral, degradation, bondage, orgasm denial, swearing. This is an absolutely disgustingly badly written fic🙃

Context: Frederick Zoller and Dieter Hellstrom teach the reader "control"

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Tagging: @alan-is-my-ginger-princess @lemairepstuff

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Hastily, I climb into the car behind Zoller, hesitant to turn my back on Hellstrom even for a moment. The major is close behind me, crowding me into the door so my ass brushes against his crotch as I step inside the vehicle, drawing a sharp sound of mocking disapproval from him. 

"Can't even wait until we're out of public." He scoffs as he seats himself beside me, barking out orders to the driver, who seals the glass partition instantly after. 

The quarters in the car are cramped, thighs pressing against each other, arms flush, tension building between us. For a long moment, silence reigns between the three of us, until Hellstrom suddenly replaces his hand on my thigh, squeezing tightly. Biting back a gasp of surprise, I try to ignore the rising embarrassment flooding me as my cock twitches, turned-on by the strength of that grip on my leg. 

Dieter wastes no time, moving his hand up towards my crotch, fingers swiftly curling around the bulge beginning to form in my slacks. This time I'm unable to stop the gasp that escapes me, my hips jerking up into the callous touch, only to be forced back down again with a reprimanding noise. 

"Look how needy he is, Frederick. Already hard from a little teasing." The major comments, voice lowering an octave as he squeezes my cock in emphasis, "Go on, feel for yourself."

Whimpering, I bite my lip, glancing across at Zoller, who's trained his darkened gaze on me. Hellstrom removes his hand, a smirk pulling at his lips as Zoller's large palm replaces it, closing around my bulge decisively and firmly. Slowly, torturously, he drags the heel of his hand over me, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.

"That hard from so little?" Zoller barks out a teasing laugh, leaning in to growl straight in my ear, "I can't wait to see how he takes his punishments."

My heart seems to miss a beat at the feeling of him speaking so directly into my ear, his usually smooth voice roughened with lust, just as Hellstrom's is. 

"Oh, he takes them very well. He's the perfect little fucktoy." Dieter gives me a heated look, "Aren't you, boy?"

Whining a little at the pet name, I find myself nodding before my dignity can catch up.

"Y-yes, Sturmbannführer."  

Thankfully, the car pulls up outside our destination, which I belatedly realize is the major's own accommodation whilst we're staying in Paris. Both men remove their hands from me, climbing swiftly from the car, waiting for me to join them on the pavement, lust-blown eyes fixed on my every move. Hellstrom quickly leads the way into the rise of apartments, taking Zoller and I to the largest, a spacious flat on the very top floor. 

As we enter, Dieter instantly turns and grips my chin, leaning in close to give his instruction.

"You know what we want. Get on the bed, naked. Don't even think about touching this." He growls, lowering his hand to briefly grasp my bulge, before he pushes me towards the bedroom.

Hastily, I go to the desired room, hearing them laughing at my eagerness behind me, aware that I'm making a fool of myself, yet so wanting of the humiliation that I can overlook it for now. Hellstrom's room is as neat and pristine as usual, as if completely untouched by the man himself. I try to ignore it as I strip, folding my uniform and placing it on the desk in the corner, my boots on the floor by the chair. Completely naked now, I bite back a sigh as the cool evening air encompasses my hardened cock, my nipples quickly becoming hard as I sit on the bed, hands under my thighs as if I am to be interrogated. 

It doesn't take long for the sound of heavy footsteps to signal the arrival of the two men, my heart pounding now. I look up timidly as the door opens, Hellstrom smirking proudly as he sees me, Zoller grinning just behind him. 

"I told you he's well-behaved. He just can't control himself." Dieter says to Frederick, as if they've been having this conversation for a while now.

"I can see that. I guess we'll have to teach him some control?" The private replies, eyes dragging over my body appreciatively.

"That we will." The major nods, licking his lips, "He puts on a good show. What do you say, Hauptsturmführer? Are you going to show the Schütze what you're best at?"

I nod at his words, watching as the two sit down, Zoller in the desk chair, Hellstrom in the armchair placed in the opposite corner, both eyeing me intently.

"Yes, Sturmbannführer." 

Hellstrom lifts a hand in a "continue" motion, giving me a pointed look. Instantly, I place my own hand over my cock, gently beginning to stroke myself. 

A soft groan escapes me at the contact, my cock twitching as I drag my palm over it, pressing my fingers against it in all the ways that feel best, pleasure quickly beginning to build within me. Running my thumb over the head, I smear some of the precum that has started to form there over my hot skin, using it to lubricate my movements. 

All of a sudden, Hellstrom makes a sound of irritation, standing and coming over to me to grip my chin again, tilting my head up to look at him.

"What do you call that, boy?" He snarls, fingers digging into my cheek, "Pathetic. Completely pathetic."

He looks to Zoller, jerking his head to beckon him over. 

"Take your belt off and use it to tie his hands behind his back." He watches as Zoller hastens to comply, securing my wrists tightly behind me, looking incredibly turned-on by the events he's witnessed, "Good. Now show him how to properly please a man."

Frederick looks at Hellstrom in slight confusion, before it swiftly dawns on him what is being asked of him. Dieter finally releases my face, but not before he spits on me, to which I only just stop myself moaning, leaving me in the hands of Zoller as he steps back to watch, piercing eyes betraying his own arousal. 

Zoller stands by me, so the major can see, taking my hand in his, which he then forcefully closes around the cock he's exposed to the air. I swallow at the feeling of him in my palm, the flesh hot and heavy as he starts to use my hand to get off, twisting my fingers around himself. His grip on me is tight, pressing my fingers into him, squeezing his base and setting a powerful pace very quickly, grunts beginning to escape him with each pass of my hand over him. Momentarily removing it, he orders me to spit on my palm, before he uses that to lubricate his movements, sliding my hand over his head and right down to his base, where he quickly dips back to fondle his balls. 

As he does this, I feel my cock starting to get harder, the sensation of Frederick's own exciting me, my body aching to feel him inside me. Glancing over to Hellstrom, I almost moan under the intensity of his gaze, his trousers noticeably renting where his cock is straining to be released, his hands twitching. 

All of a sudden, Dieter stands, coming over to me with a purposeful stride. Halting in front of me, he opens up his trousers and pulls out his cock, the reddened length already almost completely hard. The head nudges against my lips, his hand gripping the back of my head.

"Open your fucking mouth, boy." He growls down at me, groaning lowly as I comply, his cock sliding straight into my waiting mouth. 

Zoller groans at the sight of his superior's cock disappearing between my lips, his pace quickening as he watches Dieter begin to fuck my throat. I do my best to caress the underside with my tongue, but the major simply grips my hair harder, fucking into me faster. My hands itch to touch myself, but I know better than to give in to the urge and ask to be released, making sure I sit pretty for the two men to use me, their cocks already twitching, weeping from their own ministrations. 

"Fuck, Sturmbannführer, I need to cum...His hand feels so good…" Frederick groans out, hips bucking into my touch now, grip tight as a vice on my hand, his gaze fixed on me.

"Do it. Go on, cum all over his hand and face." Dieter commands him, forcing his cock deeper into my throat as the private moans and orgasms, semen splattering over my fist and onto my cheeks. I hum in pleasure around Hellstrom, my own cock twitching even as the major now bites back a growl. 

In less than a minute, Dieter also cums down my throat, holding my head close to his crotch to make sure I don't lose any, grunting as he feels me swallow around him, the bitter taste hot on my tongue as he finally pulls out. Still holding my hair, he thanks my head back and puts his face close to mine.

"Get on your front, ass up." Once again, he shoves me away from him, turning to Zoller, "Let him suck you off." 

The private nods, waiting for me to have gotten into position before sitting back against the headboard, pulling me up to rest on his thighs, his cock slapping against my face, already hard again. Massaging it himself a few times, Frederick cards his hand through my hair, urging me to open my mouth before slipping inside. He sighs, lidded eyes fixed on how my lips have stretched around him, drool swiftly beginning to drip from the corners of my mouth as he pushes as far in as he can. After a moment, he pulls out.

"Go on, don't expect me to do all the work myself." He says roughly, tapping the head against my lips. 

Eagerly, I lean forward and take the head into my mouth, licking around the slit and paying close attention to the soft sounds of pleasure escaping him.

However, in doing so I briefly forget about Hellstrom. That is, until he suddenly grips my ass, pulling me open for him so he can spit on my trembling hole, long fingers instantly massaging it around. The sharp onslaught of pleasure erupts inside me, my hips moving back against him, a moan vibrating through Zoller's heavy cock. As those slender digits slip inside me, I have to pull back, moaning loudly as he roughly works me open, saliva coating my mouth, strings still connecting Zoller and I. With a growl, Frederick pushes back into my mouth, thrusting all the way in, his head just touching the back of my throat. 

Just as soon as the fingers were pushed into me, they're removed, replaced instead with Hellstrom's cock, the blunt head swiftly breaching me. Slowly, deliberately, the major fucks himself into me, one hand on my hip, the other gripping my tied wrists, using this hold as leverage. By now, pleasure is rushing through me, my cock aching to be touched, my hole stretched so deliciously around Dieter's large, slightly curved length, the low groan of need that leaves him only serving to arouse me further. Arching my back, I urge him to fuck me, whimpering around Frederick's twitching cock.

Hellstrom's first thrust is powerful. Pulling almost completely out, the major waits a second before suddenly slamming back inside me, driving into me with undeniable force. Crying out around Zoller, I feel precum starting to leak from my tip, particularly as Hellstrom repeats the action, pounding into me without mercy. In my mouth, Zoller thrusts to match his superior, but his rapidly increasing pants and grunts only warn of a quickly approaching orgasm. 

Dieter quickly moves into a faster, rougher pace, hips pistoning into me as he groans and pants, hitting my g-spot with every thrust, leaning down to bite down on my shoulder and neck briefly, marking me before he sits back up again. His hands grip me tightly, using me simply to chase his own pleasure, hips snapping into me with abandon, his balls hitting mine with each thrust, my body quickly tensing into an approaching orgasm. Naturally, the major notices.

"You are not to cum until we say so. If you do, you will be punished. Severely." Normally, the threat would turn me on further, and I'd take the risk with it, but I know Hellstrom well: I don't want to face that punishment.

The stern words seem to be the final straw for Zoller, the private thrusting into my mouth one last time as he cums violently, forcing my head down as far as it will go, grip painfully right though it only arouses me more, his blissful moans echoing loudly in my ears. Every muscle in his body is tense, sweat beading his beautiful skin as he comes down from his orgasm, panting heavily. I tap his thigh, my breath quickly running out as his cum fills my mouth. He pulls out, holding my mouth closed so I swallow his load, smiling contentedly down at me. 

A curse from Hellstrom signifies his own proximity to his finish, his thrusts losing all rhythm now. Fucking into me, he lets go of my hands in favour of gripping my hip, grasping my ass tightly, needing a release quickly, cock twitching and sparking inside me. With one last gasp, the major spills inside me, rocking himself through his orgasms, hot ropes of cum painting my insides as he forces himself into me. 

After a long moment, he pulls out, idly caressing my ass, watching as his seed drips from my hole, forming a line down over my balls, which he follows with his thumb. Whining, I arch into him, needing more.

"Not yet, Hauptsturmführer. Not yet." He says, almost pitifully now, "Turn over, let Zoller fuck your pretty little ass now."

Limply, I roll onto my back, watching as Hellstrom and Zoller swap places, the private pulling my legs over his thighs, cock already hard again and nudging at my entrance. With no effort at all, he slides into me, groaning even as I whimper, my walls clenching around him. 

"God, his hole feels so good...shit, you're so tight, (Y/n)." Frederick moans out, bracing himself on the bed as he rocks his hips into me.

Dieter hums almost proudly, smoothing some of my damp hair from my face before climbing up onto his knees, positioning himself over my face. I know what he wants, my mouth falling obediently open as he presses his balls down against my lips. Licking and sucking at them, I let my eyes fall shut as the major starts to jerk himself off, trying my hardest now not to cum as my cock sways in the air, slapping against my stomach with every thrust from Zoller. 

The major presses a hand to my chest, bracing himself as he grinds down on my face, moving into the passes of my tongue over his sensitive skin. Zoller is already twitching again, thrusts becoming erratic very quickly now, also oversensitive from his previous orgasms. Hellstrom's cum helps to lubricate his movements, obscene noises joining the slapping of skin against skin that fills the room, my own groans of need muffled under the major's tightening balls. 

With no warning, Frederick suddenly cums, shoving himself as deep into me as he can, emptying himself inside me as he lets out a shout of pleasure, grip tight on me. Moaning around Dieter, I push my hips into him, needing so badly to cum now. 

Clumsily, Hellstrom climbs off of me, ushering Frederick out of the way, who moves to lie beside me, tweaking my nipples lazily as Dieter slips back inside me. Under their joined touch, I feel my control quickly starting to wane.

"Please, sir, I need to cum! Please, I'll do anything, I need to cum so badly!" I finally beg, staring up pleadingly at Hellstrom, "It's too much, Sturmbannführer. I want to cum with you inside me...can I? Please, sir!"

He stares at me, before groaning, his hold on me tight, thrusts losing all cohesion.

"Yes, fuck yes, cum for us, (Y/n). You deserve it." He glances at Zoller, "Help him."

Frederick needs no further encouragement, his hand closing around my cock, lazily jerking me off. His lips plaster themselves to my shoulder and neck, whispering words of praise to me as he brings me to my orgasm.

White-hot pleasure washes over me, a scream of ecstasy erupting my throat as everything goes momentarily blank. All I can think about is the feeling of Zoller's hand on my cock and Hellstrom's cock inside me, my bound hands clutching at the sheets beneath me, almost numb from the uncomfortable position. 

Limp and numb, I vaguely feel Hellstrom cum inside me again, groaning gutturally before he pulls out, collapsing beside me. He fumbles to untie me, throwing the belt somewhere behind him as Zoller wraps his arms around me, pulling my spent body against his. Dieter moves to hold me from behind, softly kissing my cheek and neck.

"I would love to stay here." He says softly to us, attitude completely different now, "But you're going to want to bathe. You'll only be sore if you don't."

Tiredly, I nod, letting Frederick scoop me into his arms, following Hellstrom as he leads us from the room.

"You did so well for us, (Y/n)." The private says to me, kissing my forehead softly as he watches his superior prepare a bath for us.

"That he did." Dieter looks over with a fond smile, "As he always does."

[bonearenaofmyskull]

What does the “interesting next chapter” for Hannibal involve? Fuller provided no concrete details at Split Screens Festival, but he did tease a very enticing elevator pitch: “It was going to be ‘Inception’ meets ‘Angel Heart.'” Combining Christopher Nolan’s mind-bender with Alan Parker’s supernatural horror movie sounds unsung, but it’s a very Bryan Fuller thing to do and he’s definitely not joking. As a huge fan of your S4 speculations, i got to ask your thoughts on Bryan's latest teases!??!

The short answer is that I have no idea. XD  And the truth is that it’s been so long since the end of the last season, and I’ve had so many discussions over time and read so much fic and planned so much fic and written enough fic that while I know what I think is most likely, any sense of objectivity I have about the subject has pretty much eroded away (as if I ever had any in the first place). And my bluff is still eroding. ;)

WRT the specific article you referenced, I do want to talk about Bryan’s elevator pitches and what we should (and should not) take out of them.

The thing about Bryan is that he’s a positive encyclopedia of film knowledge, and he uses example films to reference any of the scores of ideas he may be having at any given moment, and his mind runs about a million miles per hour nonlinearly (which is why he ends up with verbal diarrhea in interviews sometimes). He’s used a lot of film comparisons for various different Hannibal seasons and episodes, and if you looked at them without watching the show, they might often lead you astray. For example, he’s described the first season as The Shining before, and if you were to take this thought at face value, you’d think Will really would have been the copycat killer and would have ended up killing Abigail (Jack would have been right, zomg!): The Shining is about how a man descends into madness because of a sinister influence and then kills his family. But all Bryan meant was that both stories had the madness component, and in Will’s case it wasn’t even technically madness but a physical condition. Also lots of heartbeats, gaudy bathrooms and clanging noises.

Another time, Bryan caused all kinds of fandom drama when he described “Antipasto” as a “new pilot for the series starring Mads Mikkelsen and Gillian Anderson.” People were taking that to mean that Will was no longer going to be either the love of Hannibal’s life or the star of the show. And Bryan repeated that a bazillion times, either oblivious to or regardless of the panic he was causing, probably because it has a tantalizing vagueness to it so it’s a good advertisement. But it was hardly a straightforward statement about what to expect from the show, although it described that single episode well enough.

So let’s have a look at other comparisons he’s made to various films/shows/stuff:

The Talented Mr. Ripley = “Antipasto”

What you’d expect: Guy in Italy kills the guy he’s in love with and takes his identity, then has to balance it against his own identity as he tries to get away with it, costing him his next lover.

What we got: Italy, murdering the man you’re in love with, and identity shenanigans, so this one was fairly close. Hannibal gets away with it and doesn’t fall in love with anyone else, so that’s different. Also, Bedelia. And Abel Gideon flashbacks in nonlinear narration. It’s…circumstantially similar.

The Hunger = Hannibal & Bedelia in Italy

What you’d expect: A beautiful yet dangerous vampire seeks to replace her old lover, whose life has run out after he kills her protege, by seducing a woman who then destroys her and takes her powers. Supposed to be a metaphor for drug addiction.

What we got: Couple of sexy, ice-cold blondes, I guess. Upper crust musicianing and fancy clothes? A waterphone being hurled down the stairs in the background? IDK, man. IDK.

Don’t Look Now = “Primavera”

What you’d expect: A guy with ESP loses his daughter, but then has glimpses of her as he and his wife go to Italy to deal with their grief. Wife falls in with some old psychic ladies, and it turns out his visions are actually prophetic visions leading to his own death by serial killer.

What we got: Well, we were in Italy to deal with the grief our gifted protagonist suffered at losing his “daughter,” and he continues to have visions of her, and there is a serial killer on the loose and a somewhat grumpy Italian detective hanging around. But like Ripley, it’s circumstantially the same, but the story is totally different.

Frankenstein‘s monster = Will’s Italy arc

What you’d expect: (There are so many film versions of Frankenstein out there, as well as the original novel, that it’s hard to anticipate what Bryan thinks about when he thinks of Frankenstein’s monster. So I’m just kind of throwing together the most commonly remembered stuff.)  An overly ambitious doctor creates a living “monster” out of dead human body parts, then promptly regrets it. The monster escapes, kills a bunch of people including the doc’s fiancee, tries to coerce the doctor into making a mate for him because it’s sad to be alone, and then either the doctor pursues the monster or the monster pursues the doctor and they both end up dead. 

What we got: A doctor made a guy into a monster, and the guy is kind of back from the dead. The doctor was the one who escaped, and the monster is the one who is pursuing. The doctor kills people instead of the monster. They’re each other’s mate, and they don’t kill anyone’s fiancees. XD  They don’t die either. It is, however, sad to be alone. This is a deejay mashup of Frankenstein if ever there was one. 

Death and the Maiden = “Secondo”

What you’d expect: Traumatized woman who had survived torture recognizes the voice of her torturer and kidnaps him on a stormy night, trying to make him confess his crimes to her before she kills him while her husband looks on, not knowing if he believes her or not and if he should help her or her captive.

What we got: There’s a woman in an isolated house with a man captive. Aaaaand…that’s about it. Plot-wise, this movie goes mostly the opposite direction from where the film does, and Will is at best an amalgamation of both the husband and the torturer, and way more active than either in the outcome. Again, circumstantially similar but a different story.

Kill Bill = “Aperitivo”

What you’d expect: After her wedding was crashed in the most violent way possible, a woman awakens in a hospital and goes out seeking vengeance against her former lover by killing all his cronies one by one until she gets to him.

What we got: Not Frederick Chilton in a bright yellow tracksuit, unfortunately. After some violence, people wake up in hospitals and then…talk to each other? 

Hannibal, the film = “Contorno”

What you’d expect: the obvious.

What we got: Pazzi’s story and death, and a fun little turnabout with Alana taking Clarice Starling’s place on the phone. But most of other plot stuff from Hannibal exists elsewhere, and instead we got some snail-y conversations and a barefoot beatdown on Hannibal by Jack Crawford.

Bound = Margot and Alana’s storyline

What you’d expect: A woman and her lesbian lover plot to steal the money her mafiaso boyfriend owes to his boss in order to escape the boyfriend’s tyrannical hold, but the plot goes wrong and they get caught, making it so they have to improvise their way out.

What we got: Again, circumstantially something very similar, but only in the loosest of terms–that two women lovers are seeking to escape the tyrannical hold of one of the men in their life, getting his money and ending up killing him. For some reason, there’s no pig-baby in Bound. Unless you count Christopher Meloni.

Leopold and Loeb = “Tome-wan”

What you’d expect: Two men, convinced they’re above everybody else, try to create the perfect murder by hatching a plot and killing a kid. They get caught.

What we got: Two men–at least one of whom is convinced he’s above everyone else–hatch a rather haphazard plot without really telling each other what they’re doing, then hunt down a guy and don’t actually kill him, and then they don’t get caught.

…

So is there a pattern in any of this? What can we take from it to apply to the Inception meets Angel Heart (with maybe a dash of Ripley, since that’s what Bryan told Matt Zoller Seitz in the past) pitch for the fourth season? What would we expect from these films?

I think the answer seems to be nothing more than circumstantial similarities, turnabouts on the expectations that these films might have set up, and some tonal similarities. That’s the pattern, and that’s the only pattern as far as I’m concerned. 

That said though, we might as well have some fun speculating with them.

Angel Heart

What you’d expect: A private detective is hired by a mysterious stranger in a manbun to track down a missing person who was last known to be in a coma. When every person the detective interviews about the case ends up meeting a grisly end, he comes to discover that he is the very man he is looking for, and the devil made him kill all those people in a fugue state because he had attempted to cheat the devil from coming to collect his soul.

…Wait, wait wait…. Isn’t this already Hannibal season one? An investigator falls in with the devil, who helps in with his investigations, all the while encouraging a fugue state to get him to kill people, so that at one point he thinks he’s the very killer that he’s looking for??? 

Didn’t Bryan already tell us that the fourth season would be an inversion or subversion of S1?

Cleverrrrrrrrr, Bryan Fuller! You made us think you were telling us something new by just saying the same thing you said before in another way. But there really isn’t anything new here at all, is there???

I guess, circumstantially, there could be a detective searching for them, or they could be searching for killers, or Will could be metaphorically searching for himself. The deal with the devil has obviously already been made, and maybe Will is trying to find a way out of that, as the guy in Angel Heart was. 

People have made a big deal about the coma and fugue state business, and I’m not ruling that stuff out, but I don’t think they’ll retread ground that they tread in S1 with Will, and I don’t think that they’ll put Hannibal in any sustained position of weakness. They never do either of these thing, and that limits where they can go with the coma and fugue state things.

Inception

What you’d expect: A wanted corporate espionage dream-hacker tries to get his name cleared in order to return to his children after being blamed for the death of his wife, so he agrees to attempt to create an idea in the mind of an unknowing victim by generating a dream within a dream within a dream, where there is a danger of not knowing what is real and what is not.

Well…not quite knowing what is real and what is not is Hannibal all the way, and Will is a dream-hacker if ever there was one. And he will probably be wanted by the law. Kinda doubt he’ll be looking to return to his wife and child, though maybe he is interested in clearing his name. And Hannibal and Will do share mental space, just as Cobb and Mal do…and there could be some comparison to be made between Mal and Hannibal here, in how they haunt their husbands…and how Mal frames Cobb for murder. XD 

People get very hyper-focused on the dream-within-a-dream business from Inception, but I found that to be kind of beside the point, tbh. “Inception” refers to the process of planting an idea in another person’s head in such a subconscious way that they believe that idea is their own and they make it a part of themselves and their reality. I guess because I find this to be the more interesting part of Inception, I’d personally like this to be what Bryan Fuller is talking about here, rather than the dreaming stuff. It’s very psychological, and if Will is looking to understand who he is on the other side of the veil, I feel like there’s a lot of opportunity here for both or either man, within that alchemy of truths and lies. 

If we were looking for a more plot-driven similar circumstance, a situation in which some rich person paves the way for Will to clear his name in America. We do have some powerful rich people on this show. 

To be quite honest, the first thing that came to mind when Bryan said Inception was him talking about how Richard Armitage and Gillian Anderson never had a chance to be in a scene together, so maybe they could be in a scene together in the future in Will’s mind--like he’s hosting all the people he’s killed, or whose deaths he blames himself for (sorry, this thought isn’t very optimistic about Bedelia’s chances). And that reminded me a lot of Cobb with Mal. 

I’m less clear on any of this with regard to Hannibal: it’s as he says himself in “Digestivo,” it’s dangerous to get everything you ever wanted, and that’s where Hannibal finds himself at the end of TWOTL. I’m not sure where that will take him after, though Hugh being convinced that Hannibal would always have to fight for Will is somewhat heartening. I’ve spoken elsewhere on my preferences for where Hannibal goes in S4, but I don’t have a particular sense of anything for him that comes from either Inception or Angel Heart. He’s more likely to be the devil than Will is, and he’s more likely to be compared to Mal. I could see scenarios that would cast him as Cobb, I suppose, but nothing concrete. 

I wrote a lot here to say that I don’t have much to say, but the truth is that I think we should be skeptical about taking anything Bryan says that sounds like an elevator pitch too literally.   

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Hi all  I am so excited to tell you about Dallas Video Fest DocuFest coming up on October 5-8, 2017 at the Studio Movie Grill off of NW Highway. We have pared down the program from three screens to just one, so that means for the first time you can see all the films, so there is no decision making anxiety. We have some wonderful programs to tell you about. This year I will do something I have never done before in the newsletter: I am going to give you the trailers for almost every film in the line-up.   We start the fest on Thursday October 8th with Alan Govenar’s new film, Extraordinary Ordinary People. He has been working on this for a long time, along with a companion book. It introduces us to a little known part of the National Endowment for the Arts’ National Heritage Fellowships, which honor folk arts, dance, music and everything in-between. The people and the performances are amazing. This film just opened in NY and will come to us right after that. Alan is a renaissance man and a great treasure of this city.   Later on Thursday, we have Dare to Be Different, the story of WLIR radio station in Long Island that pumped 1980’s new wave music. The staff would fly to London and bring back records to play here. This film is as much about the station, as it is the music of the era. If you loved (or still love) these hair bands, this is a must-see—all your favorite music videos are here and it’s edited by our friend Alan Holzman.                           Friday night, the early show is Bombshell, Heddy Lamar Story. Some people don’t know the famous actress, Heddy Lamarr. They might know the bit from Blazing Saddles when people mistakenly call Hedley Lamarr, Heddy (Mel Brooks had a crush on her), but this great actress was also an inventor that came up with some important innovations that we still use today--a beautifully inspiring story.   Later on Friday night, we have the WORLD premiere of Badass Beauty Queen. This is the story behind Miss World contestant, Anastasia Lin, using her beauty and brass to stand up against an oppressive juggernaut— the Chinese Communist Government. A story of beauty and politics and it has nothing to do with Russia or Trump! We start Saturday at 11 AM with one of the highlights of the festival. If you have been paying attention, you’ve heard about the film Ex Libris, 90-year-old Frederick Weisman’s latest film about the New York Public Library. This was a hit in Venice and New York and we get to see it here in Dallas, thanks to help from Word Space and The Friends of the Dallas Public Library. DO NOT MISS! It starts at 11.  Maineland is a beautiful film about Asians who come to Private High Schools in the United States, particularly in small town Maine. The shows presents the challenges and opportunities of assimilation. We get to spend time with the students going home on vacation and see how their two worlds intersect. After that, we have a special presentation of First Cowboys. The sixties were a turbulent decade for the City of Dallas, including bearing the stigma of President John F. Kennedy’s assassination. The 1960 expansion of the Dallas Cowboys paved the way for them to become one of the most popular teams in the world, and it started with a group of players and coaches who would help define a city’s image and identity. First Cowboys is a documentary currently in production, that tells the story of Dallas in the 1960’s through the eyes its crown jewel’s players – the Dallas Cowboys. Discussions feature filmmaker Michael Meredith, son of legendary Cowboys great Don Meredith, who is currently searching for home movies from the Dallas community to help tell this story.   Then we have three environmental films that are just amazing (thanks to our friends at Earth X). First we have the strange and beautiful tale of the Island and the Whales. In the Faroe Islands, whale hunting is their culture and livelihood; how do they survive when a doctor finds out that whale meat is killing them?  Then we have Bill Nye the Science Guy. This film was made by a UNT graduate who follows Bill as he champions science and battles those who tear it down with energy, grace and humor—a one man crusade to save the planet. This will be fun. We end this great night with a case study on local activism called Don’t Frack with Denton, a film by another UNT graduate, Graham Garrett. Garrett has been following this controversy for a long time and we are really happy to cap of this block with this documentary. What a day! What a night!   On Sunday, we start with a screening of Strait No Chaser  the film Clint Eastwood produced about Thelonious Monk. After this screening, Dave Zoller will be playing music from his new album live with his trio in the lobby of the theater. We will screen some short films afterwards.   Then there is Big Sonia. I have been following this one for a while. In the last store of a defunct shopping mall, 91-year-old Sonia Warshawski – great-grandmother, businesswoman, and Holocaust survivor – runs the tailor shop she’s owned for more than 30 years. But when she’s served an eviction notice, the specter of retirement prompts Sonia to resist her harrowing past as a refugee and witness to genocide. A poignant story of generational trauma and healing, BIG SONIA also offers a laugh-out-loud-funny portrait of the power of love to triumph over bigotry, and the power of truth-telling to heal us all.   That is followed by Angel Wagenstein: Art Is a Weapon  a film with another memorable character, who makes art (including films) to change the world. This documentary portrait of Bulgarian Jewish filmmaker, novelist, partisan warrior, and lifelong revolutionary Angel Wagenstein introduces American viewers to a brilliant and charismatic artist, for whom art became a form of resistance against a series of oppressive and corrupt regimes. It is also a meditation on what his life and films reveal about the intimate realities of Cold War culture in a divided and contentious post-war Europe, and the vertiginous transformations of 1989 and after in the former Eastern Bloc states. Our partner, Make Art with Purpose is bringing this great film to us.   And finally we end the fest with, Escapes which blazes a wild path through mid-20th-century Hollywood via the experiences of Hampton Fancher - flamenco dancer, actor, and the unlikely producer and screenwriter of the landmark sci-fi classic, Blade Runner, as well as co-writer of its sequel, Blade Runner 2049 (which is opening up the very same weekend). This film by Michael Almereyda takes a fascinating path to tell this part of Hampton’s life. Since he appeared in so many films, Almereyda, weaves his story and performances creating a visually compelling history.    There you have it, the whole festival and you can see it all.  But wait there is one more thing and it is not a new phone (but I do want one). Every Thursday night until Thanksgiving, Frame of Mind airs at 11:00. This week’s program is 100% animation, and what a show it is.

I can’t wait for you to see all of this! Bart Weiss, Artistic Director Video Association of Dallas 

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       Hohenzollern Castle (German: Burg Hohenzollern is the ancestral seat of the imperial House of Hohenzollern. The third of three castles on the site, it is located atop Berg Hohenzollern, a 234-metre (768 ft) bluff rising above the towns of Hechingen and Bisingen in the foothills of the Swabian Alps of central Baden-Württemberg, Germany.

A popular tourist destination, Hohenzollern castle has over 300,000 visitors per year, making it one of the most visited castles in Germany.

      The first fortress on the mountain was constructed in the early 11th century. Over the years the House of Hohenzollern split several times, but the castle remained in the Swabian branch, the dynastic seniors of the Franconian-Brandenburgian cadet branch that later acquired its own imperial throne. This castle was completely destroyed in 1423 after a ten-month siege by the free imperial cities of Swabia. A larger and sturdier structure was constructed from 1454 to 1461, which served as a refuge for the Catholic Swabian Hohenzollerns, including during the Thirty Years' War. By the end of the 18th century it was thought to have lost its strategic importance and gradually fell into disrepair, leading to the demolition of several dilapidated buildings. Today, only the medieval chapel remains.

The final castle was built between 1846 and 1867 as a family memorial by Hohenzollern scion King Frederick William IV of Prussia. Architect Friedrich August Stüler based his design on English Gothic Revival architecture and the Châteaux of the Loire Valley. No member of the Hohenzollern family was in permanent or regular residence when it was completed, and none of the three Deutsche Kaiser of the late 19th and early 20th century German Empire ever occupied the castle; in 1945 it briefly became the home of the former Crown Prince Wilhelm of Germany, son of the last Hohenzollern monarch, Kaiser Wilhelm II.

Among the historical artifacts of Prussian history contained in the castle are the Crown of Wilhelm II, some of the personal effects of King Frederick the Great, and a letter from US President George Washington thanking Hohenzollern descendant Baron von Steuben for his service in the American Revolutionary War.

    The castle sits atop the 855 meters (2,805 ft) Berg Hohenzollern, an isolated 855 m (2,805 ft) promontory on the western side of the Swabian Alps. Located between Hechingen and Bisingen approximately 50 kilometers (31 mi) south of Stuttgart, the mountain lends its name to the local geographic region, der Zollernalbkreis, and is known among locals as Zollerberg (Zoller Mountain) or simply Zoller.

First castle:

Only written records exist of the original medieval castle of the House of Hohenzollern. While first mentioned in 1267, it appears to have dated back to the 11th century. Attacked in 1423, it was besieged for over a year by troops from the Swabian Free Imperial Cities before being taken and totally destroyed on 15 May 1423;

Second castle:

Construction on a second, stronger castle began in 1454. It was captured by Württemberg troops in 1634 midway in the Thirty Years' War (1618–1648), then fell under Habsburg control for about a century. During the War of the Austrian Succession (1740–1748) it was occupied in the winter of 1744/45 by French soldiers. Returned to Habsburg control after the war, it was rarely occupied and began to fall to ruin after the last Austrian owner left the castle in 1798. By the beginning of the 19th century only the Chapel of St. Michael remained usable;

Third castle:

The current castle was built by Hohenzollern scion Crown-Prince (and later King) Frederick William IV of Prussia. Traveling through southern Germany en route to Italy in 1819 he wished to learn about his family's roots, so climbed to the top of Mount Hohenzollern. He engaged Friedrich August Stüler, who had been appointed Architect of the King for the rebuilding of Stolzenfels Castle in 1842 while still a student and heir of Karl Friedrich Schinkel, to design a new castle. Stüler began work on an ornate design influenced by English Gothic Revival architecture and the Châteaux of the Loire Valley in 1846. The impressive entryway is the work of the Engineer-Officer Moritz Karl Ernst von Prittwitz, considered the leading fortifications engineer in Prussia. The sculptures around and inside the castle are the work of Gustav Willgohs. Like Neuschwanstein Castle in Bavaria, Hohenzollern Castle is a monument to German Romanticism which incorporated an idealized vision of a medieval knight's castle. Lacking some of the fantastic elements and excesses of Neuschwanstein, the castle's construction served to enhance the reputation of the Prussian Royal Family.

Construction began in 1850, and was funded entirely by the Brandenburg-Prussian and the Hohenzollern-Sigmaringen lines of the Hohenzollern family. Construction was completed on 3 October 1867, under Frederick William IV's brother King William I.

     After the castle was rebuilt, it was not regularly occupied, but rather used primarily as a showpiece. None of the Hohenzollern Kaisers of the German Empire lived there; only the last Prussian Crown Prince William stayed for several months following his flight from Potsdam ahead of Soviet army forces during the closing months of World War II. He and his wife Crown Princess Cecilie are buried there, as the family's estates in Brandenburg had been occupied by the Soviet Union at the time of their passings.

The central courtyard

Since 1952, the castle has been filled with art and historical artifacts from the collections of the Hohenzollern family and the former Hohenzollern Museum in Schloss Monbijou. Two of the major pieces are the Crown of Wilhelm II and a uniform that belonged to King Frederick the Great. From 1952 until 1991 the caskets of Frederick Wilhelm I and Frederick the Great were in the chapel, but were moved back to Potsdam following German reunification in 1991.

The castle was damaged in an earthquake on 3 September 1978, and was under repair until the mid-1990′s.

      With over 300,000 visitors per year Hohenzollern castle is one of the most visited castles in Germany. It is still privately owned, with two-thirds belonging to the Brandenburg-Prussian family line (presently Georg Friedrich, Prince of Prussia), and the balance by the Swabian (Karl Friedrich, Prince of Hohenzollern). Since 1954, the Princess Kira of Prussia Foundation has used it to provide a summer camp for needy children from Berlin.

    The first personal related reference of the Hohenzollern House dates back to 1061 ("Wezil et Burchardus de Zolorin"). First direct mention of the Castle complex ("Castro Zolre") was in 1267. Appearance, size and furnishing of the original Castle are unknown, but presumably it was in the first decade of the 11th century. At that time it must have been a vast and artistically valuable furnished complex. Contemporary sources praised it as "Crown of all Castles in Swabia" and as "the most fortified House in Germany". However in 1423, the Castle was completely destroyed.

     From 1454 the second Hohenzollern Castle was constructed bigger and even more fortified than before. Later, during the Thirty Years War, the Castle was converted into a fortress with repeatedly changing owners. Since the maintenance of the building was neglected, it dilapidated and turned into ruins at the beginning of the 19th century.

In 1819 Crown Prince Frederick William of Prussia decided to have the ancestral seat of the Hohenzollern House reconstructed. In 1844, being King Frederick William IV, he wrote in a letter: "The memories of the year 1819 are exceedingly dear to me and like a pleasant dream, it was especially the sunset we watched from one of the Castle bastions, ... now this adolescent dream turned into the wish to make the Hohenzollern Castle habitable again..."

From 1850 he put his long lasting dream into reality and created one of Germany’s most imposing Castle complexes in a neo-Gothic style. With its many towers and fortifications, it is an acclaimed masterpiece of military architecture in the 19th century. Additional civil architectural elements make it to a unique attraction. The location on the most beautiful mountain in Swabia, gives the Castle a picturesque appearance.

From 1952 Prince Louis Ferdinand of Prussia initiated to have the Castle furnished with valuable work of arts and historically significant hereditary pertaining to the history of Prussia and its Kings. In addition to paintings from renowned artists (Honthorst, Pesne, von Werner, von Lenbach and Laszlo), there is a display of gold- and silversmith works from the 17th to the 19th century.

In 1970 and in 1978 earthquakes caused immense damage to the Castle. Now and in the future all costs for maintenance, preservation and renovations have to be financed from the admission fees. The Castle complex presents itself to visitors from all over the world well maintained and in perfect structural condition.

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Chapter 2

Gently sitting down, Emmanuelle ran her hand over her head, trying to remember at least how the morning began, but her brain stubbornly refused to remember.

Loud footsteps outside the door made the girl distracted from the unpleasant state of "mush in her head".

Clutching tightly the plaid she was kindly covered with, not knowing by whom, the girl waited for the door of the room to open and the one who had kindly put her on the bed to enter.

The doorknob turned and the door slowly opened, a tall and handsome man in a black uniform walked into the room.

His face was familiar to her, but she could hardly remember him.

"Mademoiselle Emmanuelle Mimieux, I am glad you are awake. How are you feeling?"

"Obviously he knew who I was." - she glimpsed.

"Better now, thank you, but I still feel weak and a little dizzy. I'm sorry, I don't remember your name."

Standing upright, the man said proudly: "Please excuse me, I didn't introduce myself, Sturmbannführer Dieter Helstrom of the Gestapo. At your service, Mademoiselle."

The mere mention of his name, let alone his rank, sent shivers down Emmanuelle's spine.

After hesitating a little, the girl asked: "May I ask a question?"

The man calmly replied, "Certainly, Mademoiselle Mimieux." - and sat down on a chair which was five metres from the bed.

"I don't remember at all how I got here or what happened. Could you please tell me?"

The young major smiled boyishly: "You were standing on the high staircase next to your cinema. My chauffeur and I came to fetch you to bring you at the invitation of Private Frederick Zoller to the restaurant, but because of the flimsy stairs you fell, fortunately I managed to catch you, but you fainted, so I took you to my house and called the doctor, he should be here any minute."

After Sturmbannführer Helstrom's story, the girl began to slowly remember everything that had happened in that short time.

Because of the awkwardness, she lowered her gaze. The mere inquisitive gaze of this young and charming major made her blush.

This attempt to hide her brown eyes, the Sturmbannführer perceived the girl's poor condition, so quickly rising from his chair, he approached her and with concern in his voice asked: "Mademoiselle, is everything all right? Are you unwell again?"

The girl blushed at such concern from the man and slowly looked up at him appreciatively, "No, no.... I just seem to have a little dryness in my throat."

"Would you like some water or maybe some tea?"

"Tea would be nice. Thank you, you're very kind."

His stern face lit up with a boyish smile: "I'll get it for you, mademoiselle."

About fifteen minutes later the young major came into the room again with a hot cup of tea; passing it to the girl, he touched her delicate hands with his fingers, while lingering on her with an inquiring gaze.

Emmanuelle was the first to break eye contact, saying: "Thank you, Sturmbannführer Helstrom, you are very kind."

"It is my pleasure to be of service to you, Mademoiselle. And please, call me Dieter."

"Very well, if you so wish."

Sipping some of the delicious hot tea, mental clarity slowly returned back.

"I take it that Private Frederick Zoller is still waiting for me in the restaurant?"

"Oh no, no. I took care of that by notifying him of your inability to be in the restaurant tonight. It would be rather ungracious of him to insist when a girl is so unwell."

"Yes, however." - she replied embarrassed. "In that case. Thank you, Dieter, for your help and concern, but I've already taken up a lot of your time with my ridiculous fall." - she said, hurriedly getting out of bed.

The Major hurried over to her, helping her up, "What about the doctor? He'll be here soon."

"I feel much better, there is no need for the doctor to come."

"Glad you are feeling much better, nevertheless I will be concerned for your well-being."

The girl timidly replied, "Obviously it's time for me to leave. I've caused you enough trouble as it is, Major."

The man gently put his arm around her shoulders: "Why, Emmanuelle? On the contrary, you have brightened my day with your presence. All the more so if next time you fall, I would gladly be the one to catch you."

The girl raised her gaze to the man unable to hide her embarrassment, "I must go now, Major."

"I'll drive you." - it sounded not like a suggestion, but an order.

Not wanting to be rude and ungrateful, the girl nodded her head in agreement.

In the car, Emmanuelle tried not to even look in his direction. She felt, for the first time in a long time. admiration for a man.

As soon as the car stopped, Emmanuelle gripped the door handle without looking at the Major, but the man was faster than her, getting out of the car, Dieter opened the door for Emmanuelle and gave her his hand.

The girl was forced to look at him, "Thank you Dieter."

The man gently brought her hand up and kissed it without taking his tenacious gaze off the girl, "At your service, Mademoiselle Mimieux."

At this they parted.

The girl went hastily up to her little flat and, closing the door, sat down on the bed.

"What on earth is the matter with me? Since when did I become such a sucker for a man's attention?!

And Sturmbannführer Helstrom is much more seductive and pleasant than Private Zoller. But I hope that's the end of our meetings with him. I don't think he's attracted to me."

>>>>

Just a couple of days later Emmanuelle was coming home after work.

Her lodger an old and very polite woman, if I may say so, called out to the girl, "Emmanuelle, wait a minute!"

Emmanuelle was not prepared to exchange pleasantries: "Yes, Madame Julia?"

"A Sturmbannführer came to see you. He left a bouquet and told me to give it to you."

Emmanuelle smiled nervously, "It must be a mistake. You can keep it."

"Are you crazy? Take the bouquet and don't play hard to get."

Against all odds, the young cinema owner had to take the bouquet of flowers.

Looking at the flowers, the girl felt despair rather than admiration. Deep in her heart, her intuition told her that there was something else lurking behind this act of attention, not exactly good motives.

>>>

The very next day, the young major himself came to the girl, but this time in the cinema.

Emmanuelle was nervously rubbing the fabric of her dress as she descended the stairs.

Dieter came closer to her and, taking her hand, kissed it:"Mademoiselle Mimieux, I'm glad to see you. How are you feeling?"

"Thank you, Major, very well."

Dieter: "Glad to hear it. I hope you got the bouquet of flowers I sent you?"

"Yes, of course. Thank you, Sturmbannführer Helstrom. They are beautiful."

With a rather sly smile he replied, "I must admit, not as beautiful as you, Emmanuelle."

The girl was embarrassed, but didn't show it, "Nevertheless, thank you, but you shouldn't have..."

The Major interrupted her, taking her by the hand, "No I should. I have to show you some consideration. Especially when you, Emmanuelle, have hopelessly charmed me." - At this sentence he kissed her hand without taking his inquisitive gaze from the girl.

Emmanuelle blushed so red that she looked like a tomato. Trying to hide her embarrassment, she withdrew her hand from the young major's tenacious grasp.

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Pulling Rank. (Part 1/2)

Major Dieter Hellstrom x m!reader x Private Frederick Zoller (Inglorious Basterds)

Warnings: allusion to NSFW, mention of violence

Context: Idk where this came from but here we are, have part one of a questionable fic.

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Trailing behind Sturmbannführer Hellstrom as he leads Mademoiselle Mimieux through the restaurant, I can't help but curse myself internally for being so far into this damn operation that I now have to kiss the Reichminister's arse for any good information. If I'd known infiltrating the SS would entail stints like this, I would've bailed a long time ago; I'm much better at massacring Nazi soldiers than I am at playing the Gestapo captain. Especially now that feelings for a certain major have deigned to arise. 

Holding my cap under my arm, I halt behind Hellstrom as we reach the closed-off room where Goebbels and Mondino are waiting, saluting briefly even as the Schütze Zoller stands and comes over to us. He barely spares Hellstrom and I a second glance as he immediately works his charm on Mimieux, speaking French with her as he guides her to the table. Following, the major and I listen as Zoller introduces Goebbels and his interpreter, gesturing to the two of us.

"And you've met the major and captain." He says, still in French, thankfully so we can understand him.

"Yes, though we didn't introduce ourselves." Hellstrom chips in, smiling mechanically, clicking his heels, "Sturmbannführer Dieter Hellstrom of the Gestapo, at your service. And this is Hauptsturmführer (Y/n) (Y/l/n), also of the Gestapo."

As the major introduces me, I smile and click my heels, trying not to let my distaste show on my face.

"Good to meet you, Mademoiselle." I intone politely, speaking the little French I can with a passable accent. 

The cinema owner smiles back, though the expression is just as false as mine is. 

Hellstrom gestures for her to sit, pulling out a chair and pouring her some champagne, before he himself takes a seat. Waiting for the superior officer to settle, I sit in the chair beside him, remaining quiet as Goebbels begins to regale Mimieux and Zoller with some useless information, as he so often does. I do my best to pay attention, but the ridiculous nature of all he's saying eventually starts to pass over my head, my interest fading fast. It's nothing the Basterds will need to know, at least. 

Hellstrom seems to notice my impassiveness, leaning across subtly to offer me his cigarette case. 

Suspicious, I look at him. In all the time I've known him (even in intimate times) the major has never offered me a cigarette, let alone from his own case. Steely eyes meet mine, glinting from a completely neutral expression, nothing to be seen as to his ulterior motive. Carefully, I reach out and take a cigarette, pulling out my own lighter before he can, doing my best not to pull a face at the foul taste of his brand of choice. 

As I smoke, I let my eyes roam over the group of us, still as unimpressed by Goebbels as the first time I saw him. Mimieux seems confused, which is entirely plausible given the impromptu invitation, Mondino only translating what her superior tells her to. Hellstrom, naturally, is watching the exchange with schooled neutrality. Zoller, on the other hand, has his gaze fixed on me. Completely and unashamedly. 

Blinking, I stare back, feeling myself quickly becoming hot under that probing gaze, knowing exactly what the man is doing, though it is entirely unexpected, especially from him. Fighting back a blush, I try to look away, only to go tense as I suddenly feel a hand on my thigh, strong, slender fingers rubbing possessive circles into the soft flesh. I have to bite back a groan, my eyes flicking up to see Dieter hasn't even looked at me, his hand inconspicuously moving under the table even as Frederick watches. 

Trying hard not to show any outward reaction, I focus back on the conversation, struggling now that I have the attention of two men on me, feeling myself getting hot under the collar as the hand on my thigh skates up towards my crotch. 

"Are you quite alright, Hauptsturmführer? You look unwell." Zoller finally asks in the lull of conversation, flashing me a quick smirk as everyone turns their eyes on me, Hellstrom squeezing my leg in warning. 

"Fine, thank you." I smile shakily, afraid now that I'm being obvious.

"Are you sure? The Schütze is right, you do look flushed." Goebbels butts in, though his question is far from genuine, rather slightly suspicious. 

Bowing my head a little in gracious thanks, I repeat myself.

"I am well, just a little warm." I say, fighting every instinct to buck into the finger that suddenly drags a line over the crotch of my slacks. 

Goebbels nods, going to say something else before his eye catches something else.

"Ah, Landa! There you are!" He calls out, grinning widely.

Instantly, Hellstrom and I are on our feet, heels clicking, arms lifted in salute. 

Colonel Hans Landa steps into the room, nodding at the two of us to stand down, grey eyes surveying the scene before him. A pleasant smile is plastered across his lips, though his eyes hold an unnerving gleam, as if he knows something about us that we'd rather nobody knew. Indeed, I can feel my breath catch in my throat as they pass over me, hoping that my particular facade isn't too transparent this time. Thankfully he moves on with no further consequence, greeting Goebbels and Mondino with courteous grace.  Zoller introduces him to Mimieux, who goes unfortunately pale, eyes filling with barely concealed terror. 

Curious, I watch her for a further minute, before I stand back from the table, offering the colonel my seat. Taking it, he thanks me briefly, without interest, before he turns back to the table, where Goebbels and Mondino have gotten up to leave. Hellstrom joins me, ready to escort the two out, leaving just before we can hear Zoller being reprimanded for speaking out of turn by the senior officer. Together, the major and I help the more distinguished guests to their car, before returning to the restaurant foyer to wait for Zoller, who we have been instructed to escort. Almost as soon as we're inside, Hellstrom commands me to go to the bathroom, following close behind. 

My breathing quickens as I enter the room, standing idly as the major checks the stalls, before he returns to me. Piercing eyes fixed hungrily on me, he uses his taller frame to back me into the wall, expression still neutral, though his lips seem to tilt into a smirk now that we're alone. Pressed flush against the tile, I stare up at him, slightly worried, though rapidly becoming hotter and hotter under the collar as the major lifts a hand and wraps it gently around my throat, using it to pin me to the wall. Instantly, a flush of arousal goes through me and my cock twitches in my trousers.

"You must learn to be more discreet, Hauptsturmführer. You nearly got caught just now." Hellstrom's thin lips have pulled into a familiar mocking sneer now, his breath hot on my lips as he keeps close.

"Yes, Sturmbannführer." I gasp back, knowing he wants a response.

He scoffs, casting a critical eye over me.

"And look at you now, so desperate for me already." He looks me in the eye, "Tell me, do you want every cock you see, or just mine? I'm curious."

Before I can reply, the door opens, signaling the entrance of someone new. Instantly, terror goes through me, knowing exactly what this looks like and what the consequences are, my body quickly going to push Hellstrom off, though he only shoves me harder into the wall. His head turns lazily to the door, a grin now in place on his lips.

"Frederick! How good of you to come!" 

I turn my head, eyes widening when they meet the lustful gaze of the Schütze, my cock inadvertently pulsing at the sight of him. 

"How could I resist the offer, Sturmbannführer." He replies, smirking at Hellstrom knowingly.

"How indeed." Dieter sneers at me, "I have a captain here who needs teaching a lesson. Do you feel you could aid me in this task?"

His words send a bolt of carnal want through me, an inaudible groan escaping me at the threat.

"I do." Frederick agrees, chuckling darkly. 

"Good. Let's get going, then. We can continue this elsewhere." Dieter releases me, pushing me in the direction of Zoller, who catches my smaller frame easily. 

Looking up at him, I almost whimper at the gaze he fixes me with, forgetting for a moment that he's lower in rank than I, and that I'll need to act as such when we emerge from the room. He rights me, grinning mockingly as I adjust myself and start to walk to the door, yelping softly as he suddenly swats my ass. 

The dark laughter that follows me only serves to arouse me further.