Posted by TKDBB on October 06, 2000 at 07:32:06:
Chapter 3 - Getting to Know You
"We received a partial message, then the transmission stopped", the corporal reported to his superior.
"Well soldier, what was the message?' responded the rather irritated Major sitting on his bunk in skivvies.
"Yes Sir, message read; Airbase Pussy under attack by unknown force of wome…That's it Sir".
"Damn!, good job son, continue trying to raise the base".
"Yes Sir".
After the soldier left, Major Steve Adams picked up his phone, made several calls, then dressed. Thirty minutes later he was meeting with other officers.
"All we know, gentlemen, is the base reported being under attack and then went off the air". "Attempts to contact them have not been successful", Steve addressed the group.
"Do we know who attacked", asked another Major.
"The message broke off in mid-sentence but we think the attackers are women".
"Women!" "Shit, how many"? "Where did they come from"? "Who's in control now"? "Maybe their radio was destroyed but they drove off the attackers". "We need more information".
A General who had been listening to all the comments now spoke up. "First, ground any more shuttle flights until we know more". "Next, strip out a Catalina Flying Boat, fix it with extra fuel tanks and get us some recognisance photos". "Then we can make an intelligent plan".
Helga and the other dead SS girls were given a Valkeries funeral the following day> Their nude, shattered bodies were piled on a pyre and consumed by flames in true Wagnerian fashion. The Americans buried their dead. Both sides observed the solemn services showing proper respect for fallen sisters-in-arms, friend or foe. As the services were in progress, one of the SS girls noted a lone airplane circling high overhead. She reported her observation to Hilda.
"So now they know we are here". "The next move is theirs".
Lt. Pete Zidler looked at his co-pilot like the man was nuts, "What's down there"?
Lt. Dave Madders repeated, "The place is crawling with women and there is a Nazi flag on the staff!"
"OK, get a message off to base and let's get out of here". "We'll be flying in on the fumes".
A supply sub arrived that afternoon with reinforcements, supplies and several heavy machine guns for air defense. Thirty girls of the Wehrmacht joined the girls of the elite SS "Killer Kats". Their job would be guarding the prisoners and turning the island into a prison camp. Himmler had changed the focus of the mission. Information fed to him by his sexy blond spies in Washington showed just how shaky the alliance between the US and Russia really was. He wanted to court American good will while drying up the supply of armaments to the British. With the island in his control, he could do both. Those American women would be the best-treated prisoners of the war. Hilda received notice via radio halfway to the target. She was pleased to see the change. While she and her girls had no qualms about killing in the heat of battle; she did not wish to be responsible for gunning down unarmed prisoners.
The Americans were in a pickle. They didn't have any Naval assets close enough to invade the island any time soon; but every day lost would mean more airplanes sitting in the US instead of attacking German targets. A decision was made to try a paratroop landing. It would be a risky all-or-nothing attempt. Two C-47's would be loaded with extra fuel tanks and each could carry twenty lightly armed troops. Because the island's small size made it a difficult jump target, the assault would have to be made in daylight. The planes would not have fuel to return so they had to be ditched in the ocean. If male soldiers had occupied the island, the idea would have been dismissed, but the Americans figured that girls would be easy to defeat. Preparations began but it would be two days before they could launch.
Twenty-four hours after the Nazi's attack, the flavor of the airbase had changed. A nazi ensign flew proudly from the flagstaff. The Wehrmacht girls had thrown up a barb wire enclosure around one bunkhouse. Another had been cleaned out for the German girls. The Americans were preparing for their first full night of captivity. They were surprised at how well the Germans treated them. The food was well prepared and sufficient. Medical needs had been addressed. With the exception of weapons, they were allowed to keep all their belongings. One of the girls even had a portable phonograph and she played records as the evening hours passed.
Joyce and her second in command, Capt. Randi Brooks, had accepted Hilda's invitation to dine in her quarters. Hilda wanted to get a feel for the Americans and do some subtle indoctrination.
In the barracks, four badly wounded girls lay in bunks. The others danced, played poker, and generally tried to forget the horror of the previous day. The music waifed over the camp to the ears of the Germans. American swing music was very popular in Germany before the war and soon, ones and twos, the blond Nazis began to migrate into the American barracks. At first the tension was a thick as pea soup but after a while the music of Goodman, Dorsey, Bassey and Miller transcended the barriers of ethnicity, race and politics. SS babe danced with WAC; Wehrmacht girls joked and gambled with GI Jane. Someone produced a few bottles of Schnapps and things got even more relaxed. Poker game wager began to include clothes.
Tania and Eva sat across a table from Lilla and a young Chinese American girl called Juli. Juli wasn't much of a gambler or drinker. She giddily giggled as she lost another hand and removed her bra. Left only in her panties, the girl shivered slightly in the cool evening air. The nipples on her firm, pert tits grew hard as two almonds. Eva unconsciously ran her tongue around her lips. She folded on the next hand even though she held three sevens. Eva reached behind to unfasten her black, silk bra. The twin thirty-eight's strained for freedom but Eva changed her mind. Instead she stood up and wiggled out of her matching panties. Eva's waist was narrow with a flat, hard tummy and slightly protruding belly button. The shape of her lower ribs was evident under her taut skin. What really caught Juli's eye was the blond, fuzzy, shaved swastika centered on Eva's pubis.
"How neat!" "Can I feel it?" stammered Juli. She stood, swaying from the effects of the booze, and staggered to the blond. Eva, naked except for her bra and a pair of black calf high boots, was a full head taller than Juli. The Aryan goddess had her arms folded under her breasts and her legs slightly spread. Juli's hand brushed across the Nazi's golden bush.
"Ummm, So soft". She let her fingers slip down to Eva's love junction.
Eva quivered and said in a soft yet commanding voice, "Show respect for your betters, kiss the symbol of your captor."
Juli slipped to her knees. She cupped Eva's firm ass and pulled her face to the Nazi's pussy. The blond hair tickled Juli's nose as she mouthed the sweet tasting mound. Eva entwined her hands in the small girl's thick black hair and forced her tighter and lower. Juli's tongue searched out the soft lips guarding Eva's vagina and invaded the warm cavern. The Nazi let out a groan of lust.
Lilla eyed up the other blond amazon. Killing one of these Aryan superwomen had given her a massive orgasm. She wondered if they fucked as well as they died.
"Sure looks like this card game is over", she said to Tania. "How about we find a quite corner?"
Tania glanced over at the groping pair then over to the exotic, dark skinned American. Tania was no stranger to same sex lust but she had never been with a non-Caucasian. The idea intrigued her.
"Yes, Lets do just that," she replied with a sexy low voice.
No one else seemed to notice the pair slip hand in hand off to a corner bunk. Nor were they interested in Juli and Eva. They all had paired up and were either dancing slowly, breast crushing yearning breast or had also found dark corners.
Hilda, Joyce, Randi and Gabriele sat in leather chairs enjoying a cigarette after dinner. Hilda wore one of her trademark black uniforms complete with long black gloves. She and Gabriele used long European cigarette holders. The American girls tried them also and found them somehow stimulating. Eventually the conversation got around to politics.
"I cannot understand the American government', Hilda began, "They ally themselves with Britain even though they fought them in two wars." "And the Russians, doesn't your government understand the dangers of Communism?"
"But the Nazis started this war", was Randi's response.
"You are misinformed". "We were only righting the wrongs imposed by the last war." "You didn't have to literally take a wheelbarrow of money to the store for one loaf of bread." "If England hadn't gotten involved, this war never would have materialized".
"Let's face it," Joyce stated, "It's not the governments per sea, it's that the control lies with men."
"I think we can all agree to that," added Gabriele.
The four women nodded silently in agreement.
The next day, the prison camp was a prison in name only. The German guards still carried their guns, but they were slung over their backs. Americans walked freely around the compound. Common ground had been reached and Joyce had vowed that no attempts at escape or sabotage would be made. Hilda in exchange allowed the Americans full use of the island. It made "Hogan's Heroes" look like a hellhole by comparison.
The morning of the third day, two black spots were sighted in the distance long before the drone of their twin Wright radial engines could be heard. Marta took the initiative, issuing orders.
"Incoming enemy aircraft!" "Man the machine guns, get the Americans into the barracks!"
The C-47's bore in while the paratroopers stood and hooked up to the rip wire. They were green troops from the mainland. For most this would be their first jump into a combat situation. Those on the starboard plane never had to worry about the jump. When the planes were in range, the German heavy machine guns coughed to life. They laid out a stream of bullets mixed with tracer rounds. A lucky hit put a burning tracer round into an almost empty wing tank.
The gasoline vapors exploded with murderous force, ripping the wing from the fuselage. Men were tossed about like rag dolls as the plane plunged headlong into the ocean. Still fastened to the rip wire, the men were dragged to the bottom with the smoking hulk, entombed in a watery grave. The second plane made it through the hailstorm and disgorged its human cargo. The German girls swung their guns at the slowly descending and helpless men. Half never made it to the ground alive but ten did and they would have to be dealt with.