Posted by TKDBB on June 02, 2001 at 12:58:42:
Cold Kill – Part 2
Captain Ellen Shultz watched the gauges in the cockpit of her Junkers transport plane as the engines were warmed up. On the fight in, she had notice an oil pressure problem on engine two. Mechanics had just finished servicing all four engines and she needed to be confident before risking a long flight in darkness. She and her crew of three were preparing for the last leg of their re-supply run to the artic radio station. The plane was loaded to capacity with fuel drums, food, and two replacement radio technicians. Thirty minutes later the big plane lumbered down the runway and slowly lifted off.
Helga cooked a meal of sausage and flapjacks. She and Max ate together at the shack’s small table. The air between them was still tense and nothing much was said. Helga cleaned up after while Max removed the bolts from the German rifles and threw them into the snow along with the Walther pistol. Helga watched without showing emotion. She had expected as much and planned all along to use the 45 against Max.
When they had finished the tasks, Max sat Helga at the table and spent the next hour questioning her about the stations operations. Helga spoke freely about the German’s mission, hoping to convince Max that she was not a threat. She carefully avoided mentioning the frequency of re-supply flights. When Max ran out of questions, Helga supplied a question of her own.
“Are you going to keep this up much longer”? “I thought you would have raped me by now”. “Not that I would mind since I haven’t had a man in months.” “But first I got to pee.”
Her comments dispelled the remaining tension between the two enemy soldiers. While Helga relieved herself behind the curtain, Max removed his gun-belt and placed it on top of the ruined radios. He could hear the tinkle of her warm piss into the latrine and began to get aroused by the mental picture. Max sat at the table waiting for her return. When Helga came out, she immediately strode over to Max and sat on his lap straddling him. The hot-blooded vixen took his head in her hands and pulled him into a deep kiss. Her lush hips ground lazy circles on his thighs. Max’s cock strained to be free of his pants and impale the German tart. The American held the German with one arm while his free hand began to explore the wonders under her tight sweater. Helga moaned as he cupped and massaged first one soft breast and then the other. She lifted the bra from her boobs and the round orbs bounced free. Max caught one in his hand and felt the soft warmth of the Nazi’s naked flesh. Her nipple was a rigid nub between his fingers and each roll of his digits brought a soft moan from the busty blond. She freed herself long enough to pull the sweater and bra over her head then she cupped her right breast and placed it in Max’s waiting lips. Max suckled at her bosom while his hands roamed up and down the gentle curves of her side and belly. She, in turn, wormed her hand inside his shirt and caressed the hard muscles of his hairy chest.
The mutual upper body massaging continued for about ten minutes, then as if by some unheard but sensed queue; both stood up.
Helga backed up a step and with a shake of her lush loins, hooked her pants and underwear. As she had promised, her body was firm, trim and sexy. Max let his eyes drink in her ample charms as she busied herself with his belt. It didn’t take her long to have Max’s remaining clothes bunched up around his ankles. It took her even less time to engulf his rigid prick in her hot, wet mouth. The hot babe pushed Max back into the chair so she could kneel in front of him and work her oral magic on his male member. She nipped, sucked and licked him to the precipice of ejaculation twice before lifting her hot twat and slipping onto his throbbing tool. As her slippery pussy took the full length of his cock and ground against his pelvis, they both came. Helga’s “Mein Gott” blended with Max’s “Hot Damn” as she slumped against him.
Max took a moment to recover then he lifted the 120-pound girl and laid her face down over the table. He came up behind her and fucked her dog style. Helga regained her senses and grasped the table with both hands while thrusting her cunt back to meet Max’s powerful thrusts. In minutes she orgasmed again, throwing her head back and howling with delight. Max followed soon after, filling her waiting womb to overflowing with sticky jism. The erstwhile lovers retreated to Helga’s bunk where between short catnaps; they fucked away the rest of the day. The Nazi nymph took it between the tits, in her tight asshole and good old flat on her back style.
As evening fell, they had to tend to the generators and have another meal. They seemed completely at ease with each other. No one could have guessed that only that morning they had been bitter enemies. Or so it seemed. When they again curled up in Helga’s bunk for the night, she began to sob. Max did his best to comfort her. She grieved for her dead companions. Max expressed his regret that he had been force to slaughter the four girls. Soon they both fell asleep.
Two AM and Ellen’s flight still was four hours out from the artic station. Her eyes bore out into the inky blackness of the night. The dark shy blended into the icy waters of the ocean below her plane. She was flying by instruments and the stars, taking course correction instructions from navigator Therese Von Pelt. Ellen glanced over at her co-pilot. Anna Hacht, twenty-seven, short cropped light brown hair, slim and petite, seemed out of place in the cockpit. But Ellen knew the girl could fly as well as she fucked. The two had been lovers for over a year. Lately though, Ellen’s eyes had been straying. She had been smitten by Eileen; one of the two replacement radio operators in the back. The brunette was barely nineteen years old and on her first duty since completing radio school. Ellen had seen her the previous day, five foot ten in a tight fitting new uniform. A bust line that could turn heads at a blind man’s convention, full hips that swayed to her slinking gate, she was a dream girl for lesbian or straight. Ellen’s reverie was burst by the crackle of her head set.
“Sir, still getting no response from Artic Station”, came the call from flight engineer and radio operator Kelli Donguard.
“Keep trying, they must still be having transmitter problems.”
Just as she finished her sentence the night air was rent by the streak of tracer shell and armor piercing slugs. Two American Black Widow radar equipped night fighters had jumped the Junkers. The two planes dove down on the hapless German plane racking it with shells. Number four engine took a direct hit and burst into flames. Ellen heard Kelli screaming in the headset.
“We’ve got fuel leaking all over back hear!” “What’s happening!”
“Anna, Do you see anything?”
When Anna didn’t respond, Ellen looked over. Anna’s mouth was open in a silent scream and her eyes were wide with surprise. Her lap was covered in blood pour from the huge hole where her tummy used to be. But Ellen didn’t have time to morn her lover. The American planes were banking around for another pass. This time they were climbing up at the slow moving target. The lead plane spit its’ cannon and 50 caliber fire into the Junker’s belly. Kelli and the two replacements manned the Junkers defensive machine guns but they had almost no chance of hitting the fast moving American planes in the darkness. The young brunette took a full burst of 50-caliber fire across her bust line. She gasped, clutched her riddled tits and fell to the cabin floor. Suddenly, a tracer ignited the leaking fuel. Kelli and the other girl found themselves in a flaming holocaust. The girls screamed madly and tried to beat out the flames that were fast consuming their nubile young bodies.
The wingman’s plane made its’ second pass, guns and cannon blazing. A cannon shell exploded behind Therese, splitting her head open like a ripe honeydew melon. Ellen’s struggle to maintain control of her wounded bird ended abruptly when a tracer shell drilled through the planes floor and burrowed into the woman’s pussy. The white hot phosphorous cooked the Nazi’s organs while she sat writhing in agony. With no one at the controls, the massive plane healed over and dove toward the icy waters below. At five hundred feet, it exploded into a massive fireball. At that moment, Ellen ceased to exist.
Max woke at 5:30 and realized he was alone in the bunk. As he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and sat up, he became aware of Helga sitting on a chair facing him. She was buck-naked with her legs slightly apart. She also held the 45 trained on his chest.
“Good Morning Max, I thought you might like one last look at my pussy before I kill you.”
Max’s eyes danced between the girl’s golden bush and the steel blue barrel of the Colt. He tried to stall for time.
“Helga, you don’t want to do this.” “I can help you get out of here”.
“No Max, I don’t need your help.” “A plane should be here within the hour with reinforcements and supplies.” “When I report back to the Fatherland, they will probably give me a medal for killing you.” “This station will be back up within weeks”.
“But I could have killed you yesterday, we developed a bond”.
“You American fool, I did what I needed to survive”. “Those girls you murdered were my friends, one was my lover”. “You were a decent fuck but I’ve had better back in Hamburg”. “Enough talk, look into the face of your executioner, a member of the Aryan master race!”
Helga stood, legs apart holding the colt out with both hands. She aimed the Colt at Max’s heart and pulled the trigger.
“Click…..Click Click.” The hammer dropped on an empty chamber.
“Stupid Nazi bitch”, Max spat, “did you really think I ever trusted you?” “I emptied that yesterday when you were taking a piss”. “We knew about your re-supply flights too. By now that plane and the bitches in it are fish food”.
An enraged Helga threw the gun at Max then grabbed a nearby butcher knife and charged at him.
“Bastard!” “Uuuunnnnngghhhh”
Max leapt to his feet and met the bitch’s onrush. Helga came at him with the knife high over her head. As she plunged it down, Max grabbed her wrist and twisted her arm around. The redirected knife sliced into the soft meat of Helga’s belly just below her navel. Helga clutched at Max’s shoulder for support as her knees began to buckle. She looked up at him with pain wracked eyes.
“Max, no,” she pleaded.
“You made the choice, baby”, he grunted without a hint of emotion in his voice. Then he shoved the knife in the last two inches and gave it a twist.
“Aaarrrgh!” Helga cried out, lost her grip on Max and slumped to the floor. She sat, staring at the black knife handle growing from the pout of her guts. Blood gushed from the ragged wound, down between her legs and pooled around her ass. The girl’s eyes rolled back in her head and she fell over on her side.
“Heil Hitler, Helga”, Max mocked the dead Nazi. He pulled the knife from her belly. It came out with a slurping noise. Dropping the bloody blade, Max closed the dead girl’s eyes and picked up the corpse. He placed her outside with the other deceased Nazi bitches. They were frozen stiff as would Hilda soon be. He placed the tarp and Nazi flag over them and took a fuel canister from the generator. Max doused the shack and generators with fuel. He ignited the station and waited for his pickup plane. Airborne an hour later, one of the crewmen commented on the tarped mound and flag.
“Just a pile of dead Krauts”, was all Max said.