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Larra and Steiner departed by train from
Their mission was both dangerous and
difficult. Agents in
They traveled first class on the train, the better to avoid having to mix
with the general population. That
way they could also eat and sleep in their
compartments. To further avoid
suspicion, and for the sake of propriety, Larra and Steiner also took separate
compartments. They would avoid
one another during the journey, not meeting again until the train reached
the German border.
The first part of the two-day journey went
well. Larra and Steiner kept
to their compartments as the train rolled through the scenic French
countryside. There was a stop
at the Swiss border, where their forged passports were checked, but they
seemed to arouse little suspicion among the Swiss customs
agents.
Larra had made some attempt to change her appearance a
little. She wore her hair up
rather in the long braid that usually hung down her back and she dressed
conservatively in a full-length high-buttoned dress and
jacket. On her head she wore
a wide-brimmed hat that when pulled down helped to hide her magnificent
features. This “disguise”
seemed to work well. For the
most part, Larra passed unnoticed, even despite her remarkable
beauty. As long as she kept out
of sight as much as possible she avoided attracting too much
attention.
The train crossed the Swiss border early in the
evening. Larra and Steiner had
chosen this timetable to avoid being seen as they approached the German
border. Larra watched darkness
descend outside the train as she was served dinner in her
compartment. The on-board cuisine
was quite good, at least in first class.
Tonight it was pheasant under
glass. Although she normally
refrained from the consumption of alcohol, this night she drank a half glass
of pleasant French wine. She
ate heartily and then after supper, returned to her
reading. Larra always had a book
with her, usually connected with the study of
antiquities. This time she had
several travel guides on
Larra yawned. Tonight she was having a little trouble getting into her reading.
“I must be getting bored with the inactivity,” she
thought. “Perhaps I should
have an early night. I might
be missing some sleep in the days ahead.”
She got to her feet, intending to cross to the washroom in order to prepare
for bed. She swayed unsteadily,
and almost fell. Placing her
hand on the back of her seat, she steadied
herself.
“I’ve been drugged!” she
thought. “I’ve got
to warn Steiner!”
Larra took a faltering step toward the door of the
compartment. A wave of dizziness
swept through her and she grabbed desperately at the overhead luggage rack
for support.
“I’ve got to make it to Steiner,” she
thought.
“Got to get
help.” Her eyes phased
out of focus. The compartment
blurred as the effects of the drug really took
hold.
“Shouldn’t have had the
wine. Not wise to drink
when on a mission.” Her
head whirling, she fell helplessly toward the seat, passing into complete
unconsciousness as she did so.
Larra was only in a state of complete oblivion for a few
minutes. She had not drunk enough
to put her out for much longer.
However, she was out long enough to find
herself in quite changed circumstances when she
awoke. She was lying face down
on the seat in her compartment, her nose pressed into the space between the
seat cushion and the back of the seat.
With a slight moan she tried to get up, but found that her hands had
been tightly bound behind her.
“Christ,” came an exclamation in German,
“she is waking up already! I
thought you put a double dose of that drug in her
wine.”
“I did, she must not have drunk all of
it.”
Larra turned her head, bringing the speakers into
view. It was the two men who
had raped and tortured her in her own
house! She thought she had recognized
their voices.
The man called Claus noticed her
movement. “Put a gag on
her before she starts making a fuss, I’ll tie her
feet.”
Still groggy, Larra was unable to resist as the second man, Karl, stuffed
one of her own handkerchiefs into her mouth and tied it in place with another,
and Claus looped a rope about her well-formed
ankles.
Having finished securing her, Clause rolled her
over. “I see that you survived
our visit,” he said in English.
“What we did to you would have finished off most women, but you
don’t look much the worse for wear.
We are here because the information you supplied us with proved to
be totally useless. Our superiors
were not amused, so this time we have been ordered to take you to
Claus paused in his long speech, giving Karl a chance to
speak. “Perhaps ve should
qvestion her now. Ve haff a vhile
to go before ve reach the border.”
Claus switched to German, apparently unaware of Larra’s familiarity
with the language. “Good
idea, Karl. It will help to pass
the time and it was so much fun last
time.”
Karl grinned. Moving around in
front of Larra, he began to unbutton her
dress. The flimsy material was
stretched tightly across Larra’s bosom due to the fact that her wrists
were bound behind her, and her magnificent breasts jutted forward most
invitingly.
“Mmmmm,” Larra
protested. She strained at the
ropes that bound her, dreading a repeat of what she had experienced before
at the hands of the two Nazis. The
action served to arch her back a little; a response that both the Germans
found exceedingly erotic.
Claus looked into Larra’s blazing violent
eyes. “I see you are looking
forward to entertaining us once more.
Perhaps since we are getting to know one another I should make
introduction. I am Claus Kruger
and this it Karl Stenhaus. We
are members of the
Geheime
Staats Polizei and have orders to take you directly to Reichsfuhrer
Heinrich Himmler. However, he
did not specify that you had to be brought to him
intact. We have several hours
before we reach
By this time Karl had undone the buttons on Larra’s dress all the way
to her navel. Pushed apart by
the weight of her breasts, the dress material separated as each button snapped
loose, revealing the beautiful rounded contours of her perfect melon-sized
breasts.
“My God, you are so incredibly beautiful,” said
Claus. “I thought so last
time, but I don’t mind despoiling beautiful things if it serves my
purpose.”
Claus now took charge of the disrobing.
Taking the cups of Larra’s brassiere in both hands, he ripped
the flimsy undergarment in half, allowing Larra’s breasts to spill
out. Despite the lack of support,
her magnificent mammary glands were so firm that they hardly settled on her
chest.
“Unbelievable,” said Claus.
“I could hardly believe these last
time. They are truly
extraordinary.”
He took one of Larra’s exquisite pink nipples between his fingers and
twisted it, attempting to stimulate it into
arousal.
“Mmmmppphh!”
Larra
protested. Once more she found
herself in a position where she was at the mercy of brutal and ruthless sexual
predators. How could she allow
herself to be taken so easily? It
was so
humiliating!
“Ugh!”
Larra
grunted. Claus had clamped his
hand tightly over her left breast, squeezing it hard enough to force the
soft flesh between his grasping fingers.
In the meantime, Karl had busied himself by removing her shoes and
had reached under her dress and pulled down her garter belt and
stockings.
Clause continued to work on Larra’s left breast for several minutes,
mashing and kneading the pliant flesh.
He was soon joined by Karl, who took over the job of working over
her right tit. Neither of the
two Nazis was particularly gentle, bruising the tender glands with crushing
pressure.
“MMMMMPPHH!”
Larra moaned loudly
beneath her gag. She was absolutely
mortified at how easily she had succumbed to the simplest of
ploys. Helpless in the
hands of the two sadistic Nazis, she had no hope of rescue, despite the fact
that Steiner was only one passenger car
away. They had agreed not to
meet until the train reached the German border and that was still hours
away.
By now most of Larra’s dress had been torn away, leaving only her sheer
panties as her remaining garment.
Her heaving body was soaked in perspiration as she struggled ineffectually
against the ropes that held her. If
she had not been gagged, she would have been panting like a dog from the
exertion of trying to escape from the depredations of the two brutal Gestapo
agents. Her bosom heaved with
the effort of trying to escape, arousing her tormentors and driving them
to brutalize her breasts even more.
Claus engulfed her areola in his mouth and bit down hard, piercing her
skin. Then he shook his head
like a terrier worrying a dead rat.
Beneath her gag, Larra’s muffled screams attested to the pain
he was causing her.
Claus removed his mouth from Larra’s bleeding
breast. Moving his hand beneath
the waistband of her panties he inserted his middle finger between the folds
of her labia and thrust it as far into her vagina as
possible.
“Still quite tight my dear Larra,” exclaimed
Claus. “That is surprising
considering the workout we gave it only a few days
ago. But we will see if we can
enlarge it a little
more.”
“Mmmmpphh!”
Larra protested this further
outrage, knowing that almost certainly the Gestapo agent intended to rape
her again, and rape was an experience that she never got used to, no matter
how often it happened.
Claus pulled her panties down her legs to her bound
ankles. Now her body was completely
revealed, in all of its nude glory.
It remained only for him to spread her legs and enjoy the treasure
that lay between her thighs.
Claus could not resist gloating over his
prize. “I am almost disappointed
in you Larra. I have captured
you twice now, and both times so easily.
Is this the legendary
Larra could not reply. She could
only struggle futilely as Claus untied her ankles, and slipped her panties
over her feet. He was careful
however, to hold onto her legs, despite his seeming contempt for
her. It appeared that he still
had some regard for her renowned fighting
abilities.
Claus held both of Larra’s ankles firmly in his
hands. Pulling on them, he
straightened her legs, stretching out her
body. By this time, Karl had
moved behind her, to better support her for the
rape.
Claus gazed with undisguised lust and admiration on Larra’s exquisite
body. Was there a more beautiful
woman on the face of the earth? Her
body was superbly contoured, combining both strength and
beauty. There was not an ounce
of unnecessary fat anywhere on her incredible physique, but it was curved
in all of the right places.
In his admiration, Claus let his grip relax a
little. Perhaps it was just a
momentary lapse in concentration or perhaps he thought that Larra was truly
beaten. After all, she had offered
him little resistance in either of his encounters with her, but this time
it proved to be a fatal error.
Despite her desperate plight, and the fact that she had been struggling to
escape for almost half and hour, Larra was far from
finished. Her years of training
had given her great stamina, and she reacted to Claus’s carelessness
almost instantly.
With a sudden powerful motion she yanked her legs from Claus’s grasp,
helped by the fact that her ankles were slippery with
sweat. Withdrawing her legs until
her knees touched her breasts, she rebounded like
a steel spring, thrusting the balls of her feet into the center of Claus’s
chest. She struck with such force,
that the tremendous impact actually drove her feet almost to his
backbone. The power of the blow
killed Claus almost immediately and drove his body across the compartment
with such force that he was hurled right through the glass window of the
compartment and out of the train.
The action had happened so quickly that Karl had not moved from his position
behind Larra. In stunned incredulity
he watched the lifeless body of his superior officer hurtle through the window
of the compartment in a shower of glass and disappear into the
night. Before Karl could collect
his wits, Larra turned her attention to
him. He was still holding her
from behind, his hands clamped over her
breasts. The position left his
head bent slightly forward and exposed him to a devastating
strike. Larra brought her feet
back from her attack on Claus like a cobra recoiling for another
strike. Her feet arced backward
and over her head, smashing into Karl’s face with immense
force.
“AAAHH!”
Karl
reeled backward, both of his cheekbones
shattered. He bounced off the
wall of the compartment and staggered forward, his hands clutching at his
broken face.
Larra bounced off the seat, and whirled to face her badly injured
opponent. Her right foot hammered
into Karl’s solar plexus, finishing
him. The beaten German collapsed
in an unconscious heap.
It did not take Larra long to get out of her
bonds. Once she was no longer
held down, she was able to flex her muscles, stretching the ropes enough
that she could slip her hands free after only a few minutes’
work. Now she had a little unfinished
business with her German “guest.”
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