Posted by TKDBB on June 02, 2001 at 13:01:00:
Cold Kill – Part 2 Alternate ending
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.”
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.
“Kblamm!”
It was a big gun and she was a petite girl. As she pulled the trigger, the gun moved just enough that the bullet hit Max in the shoulder. The man was flung back into the bunk with his right arm dangling uselessly. Helga tried to steady the Colt and fired again.
“Kblamm!”
“Eeeiiiii!”
This time Max squealed like a woman. The slug had ripped into his groin and blown away one testicle.
“Damn it bitch, finish me”, he muttered between clenched teeth.
“Kblamm!”
The third slug finally found vital organs in Max’s chest. The American grunted and went limp. Helga spat on his dead body, and then found an orgasmic wave flooding through her body. She took the hot barrel of the gun and rubbed her clit. More aroused, she forced most of the barrel up her pussy. Wave after wave of lust washed over her and when she removed the gun, it dripped with her juices. She sat down in the chair and let herself recover. Helga checked the time and knew the plane was due soon. She got dressed in her full snowsuit even as she heard the Junkers engine throbbing in the distance.
“Ellen, something is wrong down there”, spoke Anna. She was surveying the horizon with a pair of high power binoculars. “Damn, there is an American flag flying, the bastards must have taken over the station”.
“No wonder we lost contact”, replied Ellen. “Have the crew man the machine guns”. “I think we can strafe them.
“Your not going to land”, queried Anna. “What if our girls are still alive”?
“Look again and tell me every thing you see out of the ordinary”.
Anna peered through the binoculars and reported again an American flag then she saw the tarp covered mound with the Nazi flag on it.
“There you are Anna, there are our girls”. ”The bastards have killed them”.
Ellen gave all four engines maximum throttle. She would make the slow transport double as a ground attack fighter if only for a few moments.
Helga strode from the shack just as the Junkers began a parallel flight to bring its side mounted machine gun mounts to bear. From several hundred feet away Kelli could not tell if she was man or woman. Not that it mattered. Kelli assumed the figure must be American. The twin 7.62mm barrels coughed to life spraying the loose snow with hundreds of deadly missiles. Bullets thudded into the frozen bodies piled near the shack. More tore through the shack itself. Hilda realized to late what had happened. Slugs ripped through her thigh and she fell into the snow. From that angle she could see the flagpole.
“Oh no, that son of a bitch!”
She waved frantically as the plane veered around and brought Therese’s gun to bear.
“NOOOOOAAARRRRGGH!”
Helga’s ordeal ended quickly as the bullets found her once more. This time the burst ripped the girl open from crotch to her neck like a jagged blade.
When Ellen was satisfied it was safe, she set the plane down and the plane’s crew realized their mistake.