Suggest a First sentence/Para

What is that guy's uniform the uniform of? I can't remember, and it might be kind of important to the story. Lol at his monocle and swagger stick (or is it a riding crop?) and her gingham dress though. Tempted to start out with a joke about her looking like a picnic. :D I assume he's the villain and she's the bride of some clueless golden-haired good guy?
 
What is that guy's uniform the uniform of? I can't remember, and it might be kind of important to the story. Lol at his monocle and swagger stick (or is it a riding crop?) and her gingham dress though. Tempted to start out with a joke about her looking like a picnic. :D I assume he's the villain and she's the bride of some clueless golden-haired good guy?

Not sure if it a uniform per se...it could be a fencing shirt, or maybe something Germanic (reminds me of one of those cartoon Aryan villains from old pulp fiction...which I guess this is).

I think the 'Dudley Doo-Right' unseen hubby could be a unmentioned plot device too.
 
Alrighty, I googled but couldn't identify the jacket except that it's something double-breasted - could even be a chef's uniform, lol. So, whatever, he's a German officer. Hope this isn't too long. ;)


Commandant Richter smirked at the dozing, inebriated young woman bound hand and foot to an unused servant's bed in the old French manor he had taken over as his base of operations. Her golden curls splayed across the white linen were the vary picture of innocence - innocence he would soon bend to his own nefarious ends. Richter laughed to himself - quietly, so as to avoid waking her just yet.

His plan had been carried out perfectly - the woman and her fool of a beau had announced their intention to be married immediately, but the woman's mother had loudly demanded that they wait a month for the sake of propriety (and making preparations for the wedding). The Commandant had slipped a dose of sleeping powder into a bottle of good champagne and had it presented to the young couple as a gift in celebration of their engagement. He had also added a nonsense note about the German custom that the bride and groom must drink the bottle together, in private, and that he hoped the two would respect this custom.

Now, no French peasant in their right mind would disrespect an officer of the occupying, and soon to be conquering, German army. Also, no good Frenchman was adverse to a nice bottle of wine. The two had snuck off for an unchaperoned picnic (surreptitiously followed by Richter's aide) and drunk themselves into unconsciousness. Richter had then simply collected them both, and now the beau was bound in a different room of the manor while the young woman was laid out before him. With any luck, or a judiciously planted rumor, it would be immediately assumed that the two had been too impatient to wait for a whole month and had run off to elope.

The Commandant polished his monocle, then replaced it, the better to admire the delicious view laid out before him. With her red gingham opened to display her chest, she herself had now become the Commandant's picnic, her ripe peaches presented for Richter's delectation in lacy white cups like a high-class dessert. And the treat between her legs, hmm... now what sort of dish did that remind him of?
 
So, anyone care to write either a first sentence or maybe a first paragraph based on the ... retro erotica novel cover
I don't think I can improve on the original:

"Well, my dear, I have good news for the both of us," Fritz Schneider said to his young dark-haired Italian mistress who was sunning herself on the patio of their large country house in Mallorca.
 
Here's my take...

Freiherr Konrad Von Muller leaned over his frantic captive, the recently kidnapped wife of his arch-enemy Captain Tommy Atkins of British Military Intelligence. In a fiendish plot to lure the much vaunted Atkins out of his lair and onto the dangerous home soil of Von Muller's Bavarian castle and secret laboratory the Hunnish uber-villain had brought sweet Katie Atkins to his hideout. All that Katie could recall before waking up under the lustful gaze of the brutish German was being bumped into by a hunchback whilst shopping in the food hall of Harrods, then a sharp pain in the back of her upper thigh. Trying to break free of her bounds the poor young Englishwoman thrashed around dying to escape the clutches of this wicked sinful man.

"Ach...so Frau Katie...the sedative my adjutant Gefreiter Igor gave you has worn off. Tell me, does your husband know you are on the bed of his arch-enemy, bound and ready for some perverted pleasures that I am dying to show you? I think not..."
 
By the way, what was/is the point of this activity? I figured it was going to be a chain story but apparently not.
 
Just thought it might be fun for anyone wanting to flex a few short lines based on an old erotic novel cover...
 
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