Hellstrom's Seven Day Fool

1939

It wasn't something he particularly wanted to do, but he dipped his head in agreement none the less. "Very well," he said, eying the younger man, with the passive face, "I have your word she will be safe?"

"Of course, Herr Geller." Deiter kept his voice calm and collected as he struggled to keep the smirk from his lips as he thought of the girl upstairs.

Sighing, the man across from him shared a look with his wife. "Go get Rachel."

"Sam-"

"Go!" he snapped, and the woman quickly darted up the stairs. Samuel looked at the officer as he shook his head.

"Is something troubling you, Herr Geller?"

"What do you want with her?" The father's tone was cold as the Major shrugged.

Again a smirked threatened to betray him, but he kept his cool as he spoke off handedly. "I find myself in need of a maid. I'm afraid mine has grown rather old, and is unable to complete certain tasks. I believe your daughter, Rachel was it?"

Samuel nodded, and Deiter went on, "will make a fine apprentice."

The girl in question came down the stairs, clutching a suit case and her mother's arm, as the men turned to her. A hiccup escaped her throat as the tears continued to flow down her cheeks.

She couldn't have been older then fourteen, Hellstrom mused, but kept silent as the family exchanged their goodbyes. Samuel put his hands on Rachel's slight shoulders. "be safe, and do as the Major tells you," His voice broke faintly and the girl choked back a sob as they embraced, her father muttering reassuring words to her in Yiddish. Nodding, Rachel pulled away from her parents grasp, wiping her flushed cheeks.

"Fraulein Geller." Deiter smiled thinly at her as she curtsied politely. "Major Hellstrom of the SS."

"Rachel." She supplied quietly, not keeping his gaze as she held her humble suitcase close to her chest.

"Well, I suppose we should be off then, Fraulein." Her bottom lip quivered as the man escorted her from her home. Casting one last forlorn look at her parents, waving in the door way, she took her lip between her teeth and got in the car.

"Do not worry, schatzi," He patted her small hand, "all will be well."

"What-what will happen to them?"

Deiter's cool gaze met her anxious one, "only time will tell."

His hand slipped from hers as she sighed. That would be the last time Rachel saw her parents.

The drive was a long one, filled with tension and awkward silence, regardless of how often Hellstrom tried to break it. When that dwindled into failure, he contented himself by taking in her appearance. Rachel was younger than he expected, considerably younger. He had been led to believe that she was in her late teens by his assistant, who had supposedly known the family for quite sometime. Her clothing was also a problem, or at least would grow to be one in time. Dark colours covered almost every inch of tanned, light brown skin. But the clothes he had for her could fix that-would fix that, rather. And, Deiter supposed the age wasn't such a problem. This gave him time. He wasn't about to take advantage of a child, he had some class. Time gave him the upper hand in this arrangement. Gave him time to mold her into what he wanted, what he needed in a woman. He smiled tightly at her as Rachel looked at him with those wide, innocent brown eyes.

"Major?"

"Yes, Fraulein?"

"What-" Her white teeth latched onto her bottom lip again as she turned from his apathetic stare. "Never mind."

"No, ask."

The car halted smoothly as Deiter watched her, mild interest playing on his otherwise stoic features as he took hold of her suitcase. It was incredibly light. Rachel remained silent as he ushered her into his home. The Hellstrom's house wasn't exceptionally large, but still quite bigger than she was used to. He placed a hand on her shoulder as he led her up the stairs to the room she would be staying in. It was tiny, but the picture window gave the impression that it wasn't.

"Well?"

Rachel felt a twinge of annoyance as he set her suitcase on the bed, opening it with little discretion for personal property. "What am I doing here, sir?"

He plucked a battered poetry book from her pack, eying it a moment before setting it on the single bed. "You read often, Fraulein Geller?"

"Yes, sir." Slightly thrown off by the change in subject matter, her brows knitted together. They furrowed further when she noted he was taking out her clothes next. "Sir?"

"These are rather tattered, schatzi." The Major pulled every dark article of clothing from the case, leaving only a night shirt and a few undergarments. "I've taken the liberty of filling your closet, Fraulein." He smiled stiffly at her nervous features.

"That's not-" The girl flushed as he tutted her quiet.

"I like to make sure my staff is well taken care of." He took the bundle of clothing in his arms as he moved from the bed. Glancing down at her trusting eyes, he smirked as she thanked him, a hint of reservation in her voice. "You're welcome, schatzi. Make yourself at home."

"Sir? Why-"

"Only time will tell, Fraulein." Offering her a cryptic smile, Deiter left the room, leaving the girl completely alone, confused by her own thoughts. Rachel watched the door close, blinking in surprise. Still unaccustomed to the man's comings and goings, she supposed it simply wasn't in his nature; goodbyes, that is.

Casting a wary glance to the closet, she made her way over to it with a slight hesitance. The door opened easily, and the quickly pulled the string that hung above her, aptly lighting the small space.

"Hm." A surprised murmur fell from her lips as she trailed her fingers along the soft material of the garments. The clothes were of high quality, and every article was pure white.

1944

Years past, and Rachel had adjusted to the change in not only location, but clothing. The colour had been the most obvious change, and over the years she had become almost unaware of the change in length.

Deviously, Major Hellstrom had taken to having every skirt of her hemmed, half an inch, every two months. White cotton that used to go past her shins now grazed her knees as sleeves disappeared almost altogether. The shift was really only noticed in the first two months, in which he had told her she was simply becoming an adult, attributing it to a growth spurt when asked.

But the biggest change, of course, had been in Rachel herself. At the tender age of seventeen her childish features had grown into those of a rather charming young woman's. Curves had set in as well, rounding out her hips and filling out her breasts, although subtly. She was still quite petite, but the change had been enough to worry her. When she asked the Major about the changes, he dismissed her fears (she had assumed she had gained weight, though Deiter told her that would probably be a blessing on her tiny frame), telling her puberty had set in, and it was nothing to concern herself with.

"You'll be a woman soon enough." He said, shaking the wrinkles from his newspaper, smirking behind the pages.

Her mother had said something along those lines when she had experienced her first period, and Rachel quietly cursed their ambiguity. Home was a fond memory now, and the girl had taken to busying herself by cleaning the Hellstrom house to keep from thinking of it.

Dieter had taken precautions as well. To make sure she was sheltered from anything to do with the war, he rarely had company over, and when he did it was only for a meal in which she did not attend. Every morning paper was burned after being read, and Rachel had no contact with anything or one outside his home.

He entered her room without knocking, moving to stand behind her as she sat at her vanity. The man was paid little mind, a brief moment of eye contact before she went back to running the brush through her dark hair. He did this on occasion, with these occasions becoming more and more frequent. Almost nightly. Pulling his fingers through her soft hair, down to the strap of her silk white slip. Her eyes shot back up to his as he pushed it off her shoulder, a shudder creeping up her spine as he smirked at her.

"Major?" Rachel's voice was slightly flustered as she bit her lip.

His hand moved to her other shoulder, resting on it as Deiter's fingers leisurely caressed her collar bone, electing a soundless gasp from her. "Yes, schatzi?"

"What are you doing, sir?" Almost breathless, she swallowed as he brushed his finger over the still standing strap.

Deiter's smirk widened, he said, "just admiring a beautiful girl, Fraulein."

Trailing the digit up her long neck, he pulled away from her. Seeing her drowsy eyes, and the lip firmly being bitten, he shook his head.

"Goodnight, schatzi."

Rachel tried to stifle the sudden warmth between her legs as she squirmed in her seat, "Goodnight, Major."

He was gone without another word, and the young woman let out a pant before going back to brushing her hair. These feelings were no longer foreign to her, as he tended to stir them up often. She had assumed them to be lust, though she wasn't entirely certain what that implied. Her cousin had told her that a neighbor had gotten pregnant from giving into it though, and that thought alone scared the naive girl more then she'd like to admit. Making a note to ask the Major what exactly that would entail, she climbed into bed.

Rachel stared at the ceiling, suddenly wide awake. The Major. Major Hellstrom. It struck her as odd, having lived with the man over four years, yet-she could not recall his first name. She simply did not know it, having never asked, supposing that would cross some sort of unspoken line. Even his collegues didn't refer to him as it, even in jest. She could admit she felt rather foolish; lusting after a man of his stature, of his age, without ever having heard his first name.

Smiling to herself, she moved a curl from her face; he'd called her beautiful.

Deiter on the other hand, was well aware of her affections towards him. It would be only a matter of time before she came to him. Miss Geller had grown into a rather submissive woman, sweet and quiet…but most importantly, completely unaware of his livelihood. Just what he wanted. Smirking to himself, he was sure. Yes, Rachel would come to him, he just had to put the last step into motion.

Which is exactly what he did the next morning. Although withholding his endearments was more difficult than expected as she dusted his book case. Standing on her tip toes, she seemed utterly oblivious to how high her slip had ridden on her thighs. But Hellstrom did, taking in every bit of exposed skin as he could while he feigned paperwork. The day went slowly, as did the next, and then the next.

Finally a week past, and Deiter was quite aware of her. Of her hesitations, of her concerns. He hadn't spoken so much as a word to her in the seven days, and the nightly visits had ceased completely.

Lighting a cigarette, he shuffled back against the wall, completely at ease as a knock came on the door, and a smirk came on his face.

"Enter."

Doing as she was told, Rachel did, staying in the door way as she eyed him on the bed. Casting a uncertain glance behind her, she gave him her attention as he spoke.

"Is there something you wanted, Fraulein Geller?"

"I-I-um," She stuttered as a puff of smoke drifted from his lips, and she moved her brown eyes back to his as they glittered suggestively at her. "Did I do something to offend you, sir?"

"Now why would you say something like that, schatzi?"

The teenager grinned at the pet name, as moved towards him as he motioned for her with his hand, moving to the edge of the bed. "Come here, Rachel." Snuffing out his cigarette, he chuckled at her wide eyed expression. "Is something wrong?"

"You-" She bit her lip as he smoothed a wrinkle on the skirt of her slip. "you've never called me that before."

He smirked up at her. "Have I crossed a line, Fraulein?"

Biting her lip, she shook her head eagerly. "No, sir."

"No?"

"No."

Deiter's dark eyes narrowed as his lips parted, eying her own with interest. "How old are you now, schatzi?"

"Almost eighteen sir."

"So," a pink tongue darted out to wet his lips as he slipped a hand between her knees. "I suppose that makes you a woman now, Fraulein." A familiar fire caught in her stomach as she cleared her throat. "Don't you agree?"

"Yes, sir." Rachel kept her gaze on his as he leered suggestively at her, and she tried to fight the panic that constricted her chest. "Please-" Her legs ached to move, but weren't following through as she blurted out, "I don't want to get pregnant!"

Hellstrom's brows rose as he scoffed. "Pregnant?"

"My cousin said you can get pregnant from-"Her confession was silenced as she saw his smile, and felt his hand creep up her inner thighs.

"From what, Fraulein?" His tone was slightly mocking, but he became rather serious as her answer slipped from her lips.

"Lust."

"Oh, Liebchen," Deiter grinned, laughing slightly, "tell me, what do you know of sex?"

Tilting her head, Rachel blinked at him, "sex?"

"Yes, sex."

"My mother said a proper girl never spoke of it."

"But Rachel," The man smirked at her flush, "we've been over this." His eyes sparkled as she shuddered from his fingers as they gently grazed her white panties. "You're a woman now. So? Tell me."

"She'd tell me what I needed to know the night before my wedding." Her brown eyes fluttered closed as his hand applied a bit more pressure.

"Really?" She nodded wordless, and he went on. "Is that so? Nothing else?"

"Yes, sir."

"Would you like me to teach you more, Rachel?"

Opening her eyes to meet his, she nodded as ran his finger over the hem of her underwear. "Yes, sir."

Running his hands back down to her knees, he pulled her closer, so she was standing between his legs. "Is that really all you know?"

"Well-my cousin said it…" Rachel cleared her throat as he continued to look up at her, sliding his hands back up the back of her thighs, "hurts."

"It hurts?" his brow quirked as she began to move uncomfortably between his knees, "Only the first time." Deiter promised, "and only if you rush it."

"Rush it?" Her brows furrowed, she was under the impression it was something to be rushed. To get rid of the unsettling knot in her stomach so she could move on with her life. She wrung her hands together. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea… "Sir?"

"Mhm?" Wrapping his fingers around the thin material, he slid it down her knees. "Is there a problem?"

"M-maybe we-"

Sensing her uncertainty, Hellstrom brushed his finger tip against her clit. A surprise gasp slipped from her lips as her hips jerked towards him. "Maybe what, schatzi?"

"What did-" Rachel bit her lip as he repeated the motion, drawing it out a little longer than last time. "What-"

"There are some things all women have in common." He smirked switching to use him thumb as she closed her eyes. Her hands shook, as he continued to push the small nub, working it a bit rougher with every passing moment. "Are you alright, Rachel?"

The woman nodded eagerly, digging in her nails into her palms as her legs quivered.

"Pardon?" Deiter paused his movements, electing a small whimper from her. "What was that?"

"Please." She murmured, "Major, don't-" But his thumb had already gone back to stroking her, and she found herself suddenly inarticulate. Pleasant pulsations clouded her mind as she stared at him, looking up at her, as he played innocent to what he was doing. A simple smile played on his lips as he ran an attentive finger down her slit, smirking when she shuddered.

"Does this hurt?" He asked, gently probing her opening.

Rachel shook her head again, loving the friction as the Major combined the two actions. "No, sir."

She was tight, and he was having trouble restraining himself as her warmth enveloped his finger, undoing his trousers with one hand, he slid a second finger into her. Her hips bucked as a moan came from her lips, as a fleeting look of pain crossed her soft features. A moment passed before Deiter felt Rachel start to respond.

Watching her begin to pant, he smirked to himself as the girl's knees began to buckle unsteadily.

"Sir…?"

He ignored her, pumping the digits into her harder as her legs began to shake, "S-sir!"

Rachel slipped her hands over his, though the silk covered them from view. Trembling, she struggled to catch her breathe as she tried to push his hand away from her. The fire had spread to her veins, a wonderful burn that was trapped between her legs. Grasping his wrist, she moaned as he spoke.

"You can fight it all you like, Rachel, but I'm still going to make you come."

Her brown eyes peered down at him through her thick lashes as she tilted her head, still feebly trying to rid his generous hand from her.
"Do you know what that is?" Deiter chuckled, biting back his need as she shook her head, hold still firm around his wrist as he continued to push forcefully into her tightness. She let out another weak moan, it felt- he heard her gasp, and smirked as she tightened around his fingers.

Rachel saw stars, white blinding lights that froze her as gratification buzzed through her, and she willed to remain standing.

"That's coming." He said, pulling his fingers from her, earning himself a small mew of protest. "Did you enjoy it?"

"Was that sex?" She asked, watching him lick them.

"No, schatzi, that was not."

"Sir?" Biting her lip, Rachel stared at him.

"Yes?"

She smile gently at him, and he returned the gesture. "Did-did you…"

"Come?" He shook his head, "no."

A blush came over her features, "I'm sorry! Did I do it wrong?"

Deiter patted the bed, "sit." She complied quickly, brushing some of her curly hair from her sweaty face. "Closer." Again she did as she was told, and when he repeated the request, she did as instructed until she was flush against him. He flicked the straps off her night dress to her shoulders. Rachel pulled her arms out of it, and he quickly tugged the top down to reveal her modest chest. She blushed, but didn't cover herself, instead moving a little closer to him as lust continued to course through her. Kicking the underwear out from between her knees, she looked at him expectantly as he raised a brow.

"A bit excited are we?" Hellstrom's eyes widened as she put a hand on his thigh, leaning into him.

"Please," Rachel bit her lip as she met his eyes, "I'd like to get it right."

He captured her lips with his own, shrugging out of button up as he laid her back. What she lacked in experience, she more than made up for in enthusiasm, pushing his shirt off his shoulders as he dropped his drawers.

There was a moment of tense stillness as he entered her, groaning at the wonderful clutch around his cock. A few light thrusts later, she had learned to mimic his movements, and quickly began to buck to meet him.

"Please-please, Major-" Moaning quietly in his ear, she was being overloaded by sensations; of his hands on her breasts, of the steady rhythm of his cock, it was maddening. "Please-do it again, please!"

Her feverish ranting seemed to have the desired affect because Deiter's hand slipped down to her clit as his thrusts became more violent.

He looked down at the girl, then smiled at her. The girl in the doorway was gone now, this sultry woman who writhed beneath him had taken her place. He dropped a kiss to her lips, deciding he liked Rachel a lot better then schatzi.

A/N: this is a series of oneshots, 9 to be exact. 9 characters, 9 OCs. Review and tell me which one you want next; Omar, Aldo, Hicox, Landa, Stigliz, Wicki (I'd recommend one of them, btw, b.c they're all halfway done), Utivich, or Donny. And of the latter two, whether you'd like me to reprise my two OCs from The Canary or Girl.