Posted by TKDBB on October 06, 2000 at 07:36:38:
Chapter 5 - What Might Have Been
Hilda's personnel suite consisted of a small bedroom off her office and a bathroom attached to the bedroom. The bathroom was four by six feet, just enough room for a sink, stool and shower. The bedroom held a single bed, dresser and stuffed chair. She escorted Mike into the room and sat on the side of the bed, bidding him to sit in the chair. For the next quarter of an hour they exchanged small talk, discussing their families, hometowns, and the war. Mike remained a little nervous; after all, she was an officer, she technically was still his enemy, but mostly because she was so damn sexy. And she knew it. Hilda sat with her long legs crossed, the short skirt she wore riding high on her thighs. He tried to conceal the bulge make by his thick, eight-inch cock. She asked Mike to help remove her boots. While tugging on the black leather, he could not help looking up her skirt and catching a glimpse of her black silk panties. Hilda caught him looking.
"See something you like?"
"Sorry."
"Don't be." "Ooh it feels good to get those boots off." "Stand up Mike, let me look at you." "Hum, I guess you really did see something you liked."
As Mike rose to his full height, Hilda's eyes immediately had set on the enormous bulge in his pants. When she reached out and touched his groin, Mike blushed. Hilda chuckled, kept her hand on his intimate area and asked if he ever been with a woman. Mike assured her that he had experience. Then she asked him if he had ever given a woman a massage. Mike said that he used to give his mother back rubs. Hilda chuckled again and said that was not quite what she had in mind. She stood only two feet from him and slowly opened her jacket and blouse. Then she wiggled seductively out of the short skirt; pulling it over her shapely hips and letting it fall to the floor. She was down to her underwear, a dainty, high cut pair of sheer panties and a matching black corset that cinched in her trim waist and supported the undersides of her firm, full breasts. It barely covered her rose colored nipples. Hilda began working on the row of clasps that held the undergarment together and it too fell to the floor. Mike hoped she hadn't seen him lick his lips. She had, but said nothing as she laid face down on the bed.
"You'll find some oil on the dresser," she hinted.
Mike poured a little oil in his hands, rubbed them together to warm it, and began massaging the sultry Nazi wench. He began with her neck and worked down her back. His fingers kneaded her muscles, releasing the tension of the day. He could feel her relax under his grasp.
"Ummmm, Your good at this, you had a lucky mother", Hilda cooed.
Mike warmed more oil and began to rub her thighs and calves, then he massaged her feet, using his thumbs and fingers to work out the tightness. With her feet relaxed, he began to work his way back up her legs to the twin mounds of her rump. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties and as she lifted her pelvis, he pulled them off. Her creamy white globes fell under his talented fingers and occasionally he would slip a hand between her thighs and caress her labia.
"I trust you never did that with your mother," Hilda giggled. "Don't forget I have two sides", she said as she rolled on her back.
Mike gulped as he took in her glorious nakedness. Her tits and engorged nipples stood up from her chest like twin snow topped mountains. Her tummy was hard and flat with a deep navel. The swell of her hips was just right and in proportion to her silky thighs. Even her toes were turning him on.
"Don't you think you would be more comfortable if you shed that uniform", Hilda asked.
Quickly opening the buttons, Mike ripped off his shirt, kicked off his boots and stripped of his pants and underwear. His big flagpole waved proudly within arms reach of the hot Nazi. She reached out and wrapped her warm hand around the shaft, pulled him close to her face and planted a wet kiss on the head of his dick.
"Please continue," she said, "it really feels good."
Mike worked on her shoulders, his cock waving near her face in rhythm with his movements. Her breasts felt heavenly in his hands as he squeezed them and manipulated her turgid nipples. Down her belly and into her junction of womanhood he went. His fingers explored her labia and clitoris then probed deep into the warm cavern of her vagina. Mike was extremely excited. Translucent lubricating liquid oozed from his throbbing male member. Hilda spread her legs as Mike lowered his head and began to trace her hair swastika with his tongue. He took the invitation and climbed on the small bed with his head between her legs. His lips found her vertical smile and kissed the soft, musky pubis. He pushed his tongue deep into her snatch and teased her rigid clitoris. Hilda began to quiver. She thrust her hips hard into his face while extolling him to probe deeper. Mike reached up, grabbed a willing tit in each hand and renewed his efforts. The woman's juices flowed warm and sweet as her body went rigid. Hilda groaned in lust as she climaxed. Mike continued to lap at her pussy. The Nazi wanton shuddered as aftershocks waved through her body. Finally she moaned.
"Drill me Mike, give it to me NOW!"
The lucky GI mounted the Nazi babe, she took his cock and guided it to her wet snatch and he slowly slid the hard piston into her tight hole. She cried out in pleasure and shuddered in orgasmic reaction again. He fucked her slow but hard. Deep full strokes, sometimes withdrawing and reentering her steaming cunt. Mike squeezed her ass, kneaded her breasts, sucked her nipples and kissed her face and neck. Hilda matched his passion, clawing his ass and back, chewing his ears. Soon both were ready to explode. Mike went to withdraw but Hilda stopped him.
"No, I want your cum in me, I need your hot seed."
With a mighty shove, Mike sent the semen bullet racing up her vagina. Hilda met his shot with another massive orgasm. The spent man relaxed on top of the sweating woman and they exchanged a long, passionate kiss.
After a few moments of silence and heavy breathing Hilda whispered in his ear," Love sure is more fun than war." "How about a shower?"
In the gentle spray of warm water, they washed the sweat of sex from each other's bodies. Hilda dropped to her knees and brought him to attention with her mouth. She mastered his manhood with wet tongue and warm lips. She was a cum-hungry animal, drinking the hot, white emissions of his scrotum like fine wine. After drying off, the pair of lovers curled close in the tight confines of the bed. Thirty minutes rest renewed their sexual energies and they began more foreplay. It led to Hilda mounting her new stallion and riding his penis. Her hips rose and fell while her hands massaged his pectoral muscles. It was a twenty-minute ride to climax. Mike shot his third load of the night into the naked nymphs love tunnel. Hilda moaned and collapsed on his chest. Her tits burrowing into his hard muscles.
"Please spend the night, it's been so long since I've slept with a man," she requested. Less than a minute she was sleeping. Mike stroked her wet hair and wondered at the way things worked out. Less than twenty-four hours earlier, he had been on a mission to kill this woman. Soon he to was asleep and so they would remain, naked and together throughout the night.
Hilda need not have worried about the other two men raping the American women. What she should have worried about was the women killing the men with sex.
Phil and Bob were swarmed as soon as they entered the barracks. Before they realized what was happening, they were naked, on their backs with a woman sitting on their cocks. Two and three women at a time vied for their maleness. Horny Nazi babes joined the American sluts. It didn't matter if the men went soft; someone would slip the penis in their mouth and bring it to life. As soon as it was hard, a tart had it in her hot cunt. It was the kind of night men dream about.
For the next week, life in the prison camp was close to idealic. Hilda and Mike had formed a relationship but she didn't mind sharing him and threesomes became common on her cramped bed. Bob and Phil had their choice of any girl on the island except Hilda. Even the wounded women wanted to be fucked and with extra care to avoid re-injuring them, Phil and Bob fulfilled their wishes.
Then one day, they noticed a black plume over the horizon.
"Surface contact Sir, bearing 278, range 8000 yards", the sonar operator relayed to his CO.
"Up periscope, slow to one third", was the captain's order.
In his recticle he saw the target, an American destroyer, traveling alone on a course that would cross in front of his bow. The American ship seemed unaware of the German's presence.
"Load forward tubes, prepare a shooting solution," the orders came fast and furious. Immediately activity increased on the German sub. Four deadly steel fish were armed and rammed into tubes. Tube doors opened and the tubes were flooded. Sailors stood near firing buttons with hand poised. The range closed quickly. The German captain took his final range and direction marks. At three thousand yards he barked out the fateful words.
"Fire one, fire two, fire three, fire four".
Men swarmed over the destroyer, preparing the five-inch guns for a bombardment mission that day. Shells were brought up from the magazines, barrels swabbed out. rangefinders cleaned and calibrated. No one except the captain knew why they had been pulled from convoy duty. All they knew was the ship had been traveling at twenty knots nonstop for six days and fuel reserves were getting low. Then the cry that all sailors fear.
"Torpedoes in the water off port side!"
The captain spun his head and reacted to the wakes.
"All ahead flank, rudder full starboard!"
Five thousand tons of steel sat back on her haunches as the high-pressure steam spun the turbines and the twin screws bit into the water. The ship accelerated to thirty-three knots and healed over sharply to starboard but the warning had come to late. Two torpedoes passed by harmlessly but the last two struck with devastating effects. The third hit the rear magazine and seconds later the fourth hid amidships. The ship was thrown up and the backbone of the ship snapped. Meanwhile the magazine exploded literally tearing the ship into three pieces. Men died horribly, scalded by steam, blown to bits, and burned alive. Many were trapped in the wreckage and drown. The ship went down in less than a minute.
Hilda made the announcement to the assembled throng that afternoon.
"I have received a message from our submarine force." "An American destroyer heading toward this island has been intercepted and sunk." "Nine survivors have been picked up and will be transported to the island tomorrow."
Some of the prisoners wept. They had been shielded from the death and destruction of war until a week ago. The German's, to their credit, stood solemn and silent. Back in Allied HQ, it was anything but silent.
"Sunk!, just like that, she's gone!"
"Yes Sir, The message reported a torpedo attack, massive damage, and they were sinking."
"Any survivors?"
"Don't know Sir, besides, we have no way to rescue them."
"Have the Navy send another ship."
"Washington has ruled that out." "London had a fit when that ship was pulled form convoy duty." "The Navy has been ordered from upstairs not to commit any more resources."
"Well that's it then, we have to write off that base for the foreseeable future."
No one was happier to see the sailors than Bob and Phil. The constant sex games had them exhausted and the new guys quickly learned the ropes and spread the load around. The camp ran smoothly and peacefully for the next several months. Hilda and Mike's relationship had grown to the point where they shared their sexual favors with no one else. They talked of marriage and a family after the war ended. By this time most of the other islanders had their favorites also. Some were girl and guy, some were girl and girl, most were German and American pairings.
Elsewhere in the world, the strategic taking of the island was having an effect. The devastation of German cities eased up as the Allied bomber force dwindled. Planes stockpiled in America were being sent instead to the Pacific theatre. Then in late July a bomb planted in his forest retreat killed Hitler. The German general staff; forced into a war that they neither wanted nor were prepared for, staged a coup and arrested Himmler, Goebbels, Goering and Bormann. They formed a provisional government with Admiral Doenetz in charge. Secret talks began with the American government.
In August of that year the world was shocked to hear that America and Germany had signed a peace treaty. After that, things happened fast. Britain, left without allies and naval re-supply, was forced to sue for peace. Germany broke its' pact with Japan and took a neutral stance in the Pacific. A condition of the peace accord called for the dismantling of the concentration camps. Jews were given the option of resettling to Palestine, which Britain was in no position to object too. The evil Soviet Empire found itself facing the combined might of Nazi Germany and the United States. The Reds tried form a quick alliance with Japan buy the two countries could not overcome the distrust between them.
The news was met with jubilation on the island. No longer a prison camp, it was now just one hell of a good place for R&R. The men and women of Air Base Pussy spent two more weeks together before a ship arrived to ferry the Americans back to the mainland. The good byes were long and tearful. Promises of reunions the order of the day. Mike was the last to board the ship and he stood on the stern until he could no longer see his love. The German girls were picked up a week later and this time they could travel in a converted liner. Hilda and the surviving "Killer Kats" received a heroines welcome and were awarded the Iron Cross. The wounded and pregnant girls were given honorable discharges. For Hilda, there would be one more mission. She and her reformed amazons would head to the front again. The city of Kiev had been surrounded and bypassed by the advancing armies of Germany and America but pockets of resistance remained. Kiev was home to Stalin's own female force and the "Killer Kats" would be sent in to clear the city of the "Pinko Pussies"
But that is another story.
THE END