Posted by TKDBB on October 06, 2000 at 07:22:06:
Chapter 1 - Calm before the Storm
Patti's C-47 touched down at Ford's huge Willow Run plant. The plant had been designed for one purpose, build the giant B-24 Liberator, four engine bomber. To Edsel Ford's credit, the plant produced planes at a rate unmatched anywhere in the world.
The transport taxied to the plant and Patti disembarked along with eleven other young women. Flying with below bare minimum skeleton crews of three, the group would pilot four new bombers to England. They waved to the girls still on the C-47. After refueling, it would take off again and take the rest of its passengers to Boings Seattle Plant. Those girls would fly new B-17 Flying Fortresses to the 8th Air Force.
Patti knew most of the girls. They all rotated assignments, spending a lot of time together in flight and at the refueling stops. They came from all walks of life though most had some private flying experience before being trained to handle the biggest planes flying at that time. Being shipmates, the girls formed close relationships and since men were scarce, some relationships crossed over to sexual intimacy. Patti's closest lover, Maxine, was on her way to Seattle. She hoped they would meet up at the South Atlantic base. Patti was a big woman, five-ten and one hundred sixty pounds. Her size made a big difference in handling the tough-to-fly B-24. Maxine was somewhat smaller and fit well between Patti's thighs in a bunk. She let thoughts of Maxine's firm small breasts trip through her mind as she bundled into her bulky flight suit. An hour later, the four B-24's were in the air. In Florida, they met up with other planes coming from other plants. In all twelve planes took off for the South Atlantic.
Hours later, Patti circled the island waiting the permission to land. She could see other planes on the ground. It was too late to launch today; it would be a large group setting out for England tomorrow. Interrupted by the crackle in her earphones, she formed up with the air group and prepared to land. An uneventful trip so far.
It was stifling in the submarines. U-597 and U-613 had arrived ahead of schedule and had to sit, submerged until after nightfall. The girls had been crowded into the forward torpedo rooms while the male crews had to make do with the rear rooms. It hadn't been to bad while under way; the ventilation system almost kept up. Sitting on the bottom was a different story and the girls sat around in skimpy bras and panties. They were almost relieved when ordered to dress, it meant they were about to get off the hot ovens. Thirty minutes later the subs broke the surface and the hatches opened. Fresh air filled the ship as inflatable boats were pushed into the water. The moonless night air hovered around seventy degrees but to the SS girls it was pleasurably cool. So cool on their sweaty bodies that their nipples hardened and protruded in the tight body suits they wore.
The subs had taken precautions to surface in an area not easily seen from shore. The lack of moonlight aided their efforts to remain undetected. In total silence, the first rubber raft set out for the beach with five inhabitants. Tania, Helga, Ute, Marta, and Anna had to locate and eliminate the American sentries before the bulk of the assault force landed. Each girl carried a silenced Walther P-38 semiautomatic, a throwing knife and a garrote. In their boat were satchels containing explosives and a detonator. They had to work fast; the rest of the "Killer Kats" would leave the subs in fifteen minutes. Hitting the beach, the girls hid their boat in the brush then Ute and Marta split left and right, traveling along the shore while the other three set off inland.
The camp mess hall doubled for a recreation center and most of the air crews were gathered inside, drinking coffee, playing cards and listening to the radio. Glenn Miller's orchestra was playing popular swing music and some girls were dancing together. They danced close and intimately, not caring that their partners were the same sex. In an hour, the hall would be closed for the night and the crews would get some sleep before leaving in the morning for the long flight to Ireland. Well some would sleep but others would continue the relationships started on the dance floor. The girls found nothing better to break the boredom than the warm caress of another female. The ground crews and most of the base staff were already sacked out for the night. They had to get up a lot earlier to fuel and preflight the planes.
Up in the darkened control tower, most of the equipment was silent. A lone girl watched a radarscope. In the camp radio room, a redheaded girl listened for routine radio traffic while her back up logged contacts. A third girl snoozed on a cot in the corner of the small room.
Out near the runways, a single guard walked amidst the massive aluminum war machines. She was a brunette of average height and weight. While not pretty girl, she wasn't unpleasant to look at either. Her M-1 was slung over her shoulder and the strap accentuated the curve of her full bosom. Like most nights that she pulled guard duty, her mind was not on her job. Three other girls were on duty that evening but they covered the beaches and the perimeter of the camp.
The base had three bunkhouses, one each for the aircrews, the base enlisted personnel and the smallest but nicest for the camps officers. Only a few of the air crew girls were sleeping while the enlisted bunkhouse was full of girls stretched out in panties and kacki t-shirts. The officers slept in lace and silk baby doll pajamas. Everyone was tired from the schedules they were forced to maintain. Allied Air Command had an insatiable appetite for more and more planes. Though it was not reported, losses over Europe were much higher than the General Staff had planned. German radar was getting better and their flak batteries were wrecking terrible havoc on the tight flying formations of bombers. Only America's manufacturing might sustained the round the clock bombing efforts.