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“Uunngh!”
Katie grunted as the huge blonde German thrust into
her. She was spread-eagled on
a padded grid, her body 45 degrees from the
vertical. The position itself
was not uncomfortable but what was being done to her
was.
“Aaahh!” That cry came from
Amy. The exquisite redhead was
being pounded by an equally large specimen of the Aryan
race. Both women had been approved
for breeding by von Stumpel.
Schallenberger and von Stumpel were
there. So was
Sturm. The brutal SS officer
had a fixed grin on his face as he enjoyed the humiliation of the two
women.
“Interesting subjects,” Sturm
commented. “Perfect Aryan
specimens.”
Von Stumpel
nodded. “More than
perfect,” he agreed. “It
is unfortunate that
“Indeed,” Sturm
agreed. “What do you intend
to do to her? I understand that
she still refuses to tell us what we want to know.”
“Yes, but I believe she is
close. It will not take much
to finish her off.”
“Why not let me deal with
her? I can be very
persuasive.”
Von Stumpel permitted himself a small
smile. “I am sure you can
be, but I have one more card to play.
If it does not work you can have her.”
Sturm did not ask what von Stumpel
meant. He knew that he would
probably learn soon enough. The
Nazi doctor picked up a phone.
“Bring Miss Gallant in here.”
Melissa stumbled as the Nazi guard pushed
her. She almost fell, catching
her balance with difficulty. She
was heavily shackled, a precaution that in her exhausted condition she felt
was entirely unnecessary. But
apparently her reputation as a dangerous adversary was being taken
seriously.
One of the guards opened a steel door in front
of her. Again the push in the
back, but this time she was ready for it.
She adjusted her stride to compensate for
it.
“Schlampen,”
the guard who had pushed her
muttered. And then she was in
the room. Melissa’s eyes
widened in horror.
“You scum,” she
said. “You filthy
scum.”
The eyes of the two women who were being raped
turned in her direction at the sound of her
voice. Neither spoke, but that
one look said it all. Melissa
could hardly contain her rage, but she forced herself to remain
calm. It would do her little
good to work herself into a frenzy.
“Still feisty,” Sturm
leered. “Perhaps you should
have let me entertain her.”
“Perhaps you still
can. Miss Gallant is fine breeding
stock. It would be an honour
for her if you were to combine your genes with
hers.”
Sturm nodded
enthusiastically. The idea of
performing sexually in front of an audience was not exactly to his liking,
but the thought of tasting the delights of Melissa’s exquisite body
was too much to resist.
“Chain her up,” von Stumpel
ordered. Sturm began to pull
off his clothes.
Melissa did not resist as she was placed on
the padded grid. She had no hope
of overcoming the German guards.
Frighteningly she was almost becoming used to being
raped.
Almost. She doubted that
she would ever be comfortable with the idea of being taken against her
will. She prepared herself for
what was to come. Sturm was already
naked, his phallus saluting her at a forty-five degree
angle.
“You’ll never break me,” Melissa
said, as Sturm moved between her legs.
“Never.”
“Perhaps not,” Sturm
replied. “But I am going
to enjoy trying.”
Without preparation he
thrust into Melissa.
Melissa’s eyes went wide with pain, and
she grunted involuntarily. She
closed her eyes. She would not
look at Sturm’s arrogant sneer as he raped
her.
Von Stumpel looked on
approvingly. It was only a matter
of time before all of the breeding stock was
impregnated. His plan to
scientifically breed the master race was well under
way. In the meantime he had a
date with the Asian subhuman. It
seemed a shame to waste such a magnificent
specimen. He was looking forward
to properly studying her. He
spoke to one of the guards.
“Bring the Asian woman to my
laboratory. Make sure that she
is properly secured.”
Jia Li tried to maintain her dignity as she
was escorted from her cell. She
had been left alone ever since she and her companions had been brought to
von Stumpel’s headquarters.
But she knew it couldn’t
last. The Nazis were not the
sort of hosts who could leave female quests alone for very
long. Therefore, she had not
been surprised when two guards had arrived at her
cell.
She was given no chance to
escape. The cell door was barred
and she was required to approach the guards and allow them to shackle her
before they opened the door. Heavy
metal bracelets were clamped on to each of her arms, just above the
elbows. These were connected
to a chain that was drawn tightly across the small of her back, pulling her
elbows together. It was uncomfortably
familiar bondage, and it prepared her for the worst.
The guards escorting her halted outside a
heavy metal door. They signaled
the occupants of the room by pressing a
buzzer. The door slid open, revealing
the tall blonde woman who had been with von Stumpel when she and her companions
had been brought in. The blonde
said something to her, but Jia Li simply looked at her
uncomprehendingly. She did not
speak enough German to understand what was being said.
“Stupid, subhuman bitch,” derided
Schallenberger. “Incapable
of intelligent speech. Bring
her in.”
Von Stumpel gazed on the beautiful
Asian. In spite of her ancestry,
she was a fine physical specimen.
It was too bad that she did not fit into his breeding
program. Still, there was no
reason why he should not conduct some scientific research on
her.
“Thank you, Gertie,” he said to
Schallenberger. “I can handle
things from here. You may all
go.” His nod indicated the
two guards as well.
“Certainly, Herr Doktor,” Schallenberger
replied. “I hope you find
your ‘research’ rewarding.”
Von Stumpel
frowned. The inferences in
Schallenberger’s comment were
obvious. He was going to have
to have a talk with her. She
was overstepping herself.
He turned to the Asian
beauty. She was remarkably
attractive. Even under the shapeless
prison costume he could make out her exquisite
curves. She was proportioned
more like a European than an oriental.
“Come,” he said, taking her
arm. The dark-eyed woman stared
at him uncomprehending, but his pressure on her arm was
unmistakable. Unable to resist,
Jia Li allowed him to guide her to the pole where Melissa had been
shackled.
Alert for any chance of escape, she was forced
to cooperate due to the fact that her ankles were shackled by a short length
of chain. There was little hope
of taking out von Stumpel unless he was excessively careless and so far he
had been more than careful. He
guided her from behind just in case by some miracle she might use her martial
arts skills against him.
He studied the Asian
beauty. How best to restrain
her? He wanted a good look at
her body, but it would be interesting to confine her in an unusual
position. He had an
idea. Moving behind her, he exerted
pressure on her shoulders, forcing her to the
floor. He pulled a couple of
chains down from the ceiling. Each
of them ended in padded leather straps perfect for restraining her without
causing too much damage.
Quickly he secured each of her ankles, and
then drawing the chains tight, lifted her legs from the
floor. He kept on hauling on
the chains until her feet were level with his
groin. He smiled in
satisfaction. That would be the
perfect height. Now for her
arms.
He brought two more chains down and strapped
leather cuffs onto each of her wrists.
Only when he was sure that she was helpless did he remove the shackles
she had worn when she was brought to his
laboratory. She was now fettered
by the wrists and ankles. Pulling
on the chains holding her wrists he lifted her torso off the
floor. He had selected chains
that were not directly over her so that as the chains took her body weight,
her arms and legs were pulled out to the side, leaving her spread-eagled
about two and a half feet off the floor.
“Excellent,” thought von
Stumpel. The oriental beauty’s
arms and legs were pulled almost horizontal, placing tremendous strain on
her body. Already he could see
the beads of sweat forming on her brow as she fought back against the pain
of the unnatural position. Now
to carry out the examination.
He went to his workbench and picked up a large
set of scissors. It took him
only seconds to cut away the cheaply made prison garb she had been clad
in. Naked and completely vulnerable
the exquisite body of the Chinese girl was fully exposed for his
inspection.
Jia Li kept her flawless features
impassive. She had been trained
to endure hardship, and had gotten tougher during her years as one of
Larra’s companions. Only
twenty three years old, she had experienced a lifetime of adventure with
Larra, and had spent years perfecting her Chinese martial arts
skills. Her flawless body showed
it. Von Stumpel had rarely looked
upon such perfection.
He ran his fingers down her
spine. Her golden-brown skin
was like satin. He counted every
vertebra in her spine, and then traced the smooth contours of her delicately
rounded backside.
“Exquisite,” he
thought. So this was an example
of a sub-human. Perhaps he should
breed her just to see what sort on interesting offspring she would
produce. Of course, he could
not ask any member of the Aryan race to perform so degrading a task; he would
have to do it himself. His penis
quivered at the thought. It would
not be such an unpleasant duty. He
suppressed his sexual instincts.
First he would record her vital
statistics. He took out his tape
measure.
“Bust 86 centimeters; waist 61; hips
86. Perfect symmetry,” he
thought. He then measured her
thighs, biceps, wrists, forearms, neck and the details of her
breasts. By the time he was finished,
he was in an advanced state of arousal.
“Gott
in Himmel!” she was
beautiful. She almost made him
consider revising his theories on race.
But he knew that he should not be fooled by physical
appearances. It was the intellectual
qualities that really counted. And
the Chinese slut could not possible match his
intelligence.
Jia Li focused her
will. She had to remain
calm. She was being subjected
to a crude and degrading experience.
She wanted to twist away from the intrusive and probing hands of the
Nazi scientist, but held herself still.
There was no way that she could escape him and her struggles would
just give him greater pleasure.
Waiting calmly however was incredibly
difficult. It was only a matter
of time before von Stumpel went from measuring her to something much more
invasive.
Her supple body was stretched
tight, her weight on her wrists and ankles, but the splayed position of her
limbs placed tremendous tension on her shoulders and
hips. Her body weight was causing
her joints to be slowly dislocated and the pain generated by such extreme
pressure was excruciating.
Already the floor beneath
her was splattered with droplets of sweat, as beads of moisture burst through
her skin.
Von Stumpel was now completely
aroused. But he fought back the
impulse to have sex with his helpless
victim. He had to measure her
breasts first. He held his calipers
to her left nipple. 11
millimeters. Now to measure it
erect. He picked up a small cube
of ice in a cloth. He rubbed
it on her nipple. He noticed
how the girl started a little as he stimulated
her. Her breathing quickened
just a little. God, he had to
have her! Quickly he finished
his measurements. 16
millimeters. Oh God, his testicles
hurt. He had to relieve the
pain.
Hurriedly he stripped off his
clothing. The girl hung motionless
almost as if she was asleep. He
grinned viciously. He would wake
her up!
Jia Li stilled
herself. She could hear von Stumpel
undressing and knew what was coming.
She was to be raped again.
In her helpless state there was nothing she could do to avoid
it. And it would do no good to
beg for mercy. Sadists like von
Stumpel throve on such weakness.
She could only endure and hope that she did not disgrace herself by
crying out.
Von Stumpel moved between the splayed legs
of his helpless victim. He could
feel the warmth of her thighs as he moved between
them. He placed his hands in
the hollow of her hips to steady her, and then thrust hard into
her.
The heat of her tunnel of passion radiated
like a furnace. Unable to contain
himself, von Stumpel gasped in pleasure, and then holding her fast slammed
into her in a fury of rutting. For
a few minutes, the Nazi doctor lost himself in a sexual frenzy, hammering
her warm depths again and again until he suddenly
exploded.
“Aaaahh!” cried von
Stumpel. Breathless, he staggered
away from the woman he had just degraded.
He was surprised at his reaction.
He had just mated with a subhuman.
Why was it that he was so strongly drawn to the oriental
goddess? Taking her once would
not be enough. He had to have
her again.
Jia Li gripped the chains that connected to
the cuffs on her wrists. Pulling
on them helped to ease the agony in her shoulders, but she would not be able
to hold herself that way for long.
She had survived the rape, but she doubted that von Stumpel was finished
with her. Vicious cowards like
the Nazi doctor seldom were. Once
he had recovered his ability to have an erection, she expected him to
return. Until then she could
only wait and hope that the anguish she was suffering did not become too
bad. She tried to control her
breathing, taking slow deep breaths.
Von Stumpel dressed slowly, his eyes fixed
on the suspended oriental. Her
flawless skin was bathed in sweat, gleaming like gold in the lights of the
laboratory. He could distinctly
see the slow expansion and contraction of her diaphragm as she
breathed. Her perfect breasts
quivered slightly as her body trembled with the strain placed on her limbs
by her cruel bondage. He knew
that by now the pain she must be experiencing was truly excruciating, but
the only sound she made was that of her laboured
breathing. Incredibly, he felt
himself getting hard again. So
soon. He had never had an erection
this quickly after making love. The
woman was like some sort of aphrodisiac.
He did not fight
it. Something within him told
him that he was making a mistake.
The Fuhrer had expressly forbidden relations between members of the
Aryan race and subhumans, but he could not help
himself. The oriental goddess
was like a drug. Once he had
possessed her, he had to have her again.
Moving behind her again, he slowly undressed, allowing his manhood
to stiffen to once more then he took her again.
He entered her more slowly this
time. His first effort had been
a blind assault. He had stormed
her defences like the Teutonic hordes on
antiquity. This time he took
her like a lover. The only sound
his unwilling partner made was a slight intake of breath and a quickening
of her breathing. That was
disappointing somehow, but he consoled himself with the fact that he could
have her as often as he liked.
Eventually he would get some sort of response out of
her. For now he was content to
display his power over her. He
could do whatever he wanted with her.
The first time he had taken her like a
conqueror. This time he would
show her his gentle side, and in the process draw out his sexual pleasure
for as long as possible.
Jia Li could hardly believe von Stumpel’s
stamina. The first time he had
climaxed in just a few minutes. The
rape had been fast, hard, and very painful.
But this time he seemed
inexhaustible. He had been violating
her for almost two hours and seemed in no hurry to
finish. He thrust into her slowly,
prolonging his sexual pleasure beyond anything she had expected, and seemed
in no hurry to finish. Despite
her conditioning, she was now tiring
rapidly. Despite her best efforts,
she could no longer control her
breathing. She panted like a
dog on a hot day, her mouth wide open as she attempted to suck in enough
oxygen. She still gripped the
ropes, but no longer had the strength to lift her
body. Instead she hung limply
while von Stumpel thrust into her, each movement of his pelvis sending shock
waves through her. She was almost
on the verge of physical collapse.
A low moan came from the mouth of his
victim. At first von Stumpel
was not sure that he had heard it, but then there came
another. Finally a
reaction. The woman was groaning
in anguish. Twisting his mouth
into a grim smile, von Stumpel continued his assault.
“Ooooh!
Ooooh!” Unbelievably the sound
was not one of pain, but of pleasure.
It was a reaction he had not
expected. Suddenly the oriental
goddess tightened, her vaginal walls closing about his engorged phallus with
vise-like intensity.
“Mein
Gott!” von Stumpel
exclaimed. The Asian bitch was
sexually aroused. He had stimulated
her into an orgasm. With renewed
intensity he plunged into her. She
screamed ecstatically, arching her back, and actually rising in the
chains.
Von Stumpel blew his load into
her. The Asian whore’s
unexpected response had triggered an
orgasm. He pulled back and fell
to his knees. The woman continued
to moan and he sat on his haunches too weak to
move. He had really outdone himself
this time.
After awhile, his strength
returned. He did not bother to
dress, but walked around to the oriental girl’s
head. Lifting her chin he gazed
into her dark, mysterious eyes.
They were open wide, the pupils dilated in sexual
arousal. “Oh doctor,”
she murmured.
“You liked that did you, my Asian
strumpet?” von Stumpel crowed.
He spoke in English, a language he suspected she understood better
than German.
Weakly, the girl
nodded. There was no hint of
hatred in that beautiful face, just blind adoration, mixed with pain and
exhaustion. She was clearly
beaten. He had tamed her through
torture and his sexual prowess. But
he still did not trust her. Tamed
she might be, but she still exuded
danger. She was like a cat on
a leash and he had no intention of making the mistake of releasing
her. Still, he did not want her
crippled. Another hour or so
of hanging from the ceiling would probably lead to permanent
injury. Now that he had tasted
the delights of her body, he wanted more of
her. The next time he took her
he would have her screaming in sexual delight.
Releasing the chains he lowered her to the
floor. Other than a gasp of pain,
the girl did not respond to the change of
position. She simply lay there,
her breath coming in harsh gasps.
“Sorry to do this,” von Stumpel
said, as he pulled her arms behind her back, “but you are far too dangerous
to be allowed to run around loose.”
He clamped a pair of handcuffs onto her wrists.
She cried out as he forced her arms behind
her back. No doubt the stretching
of her limbs had left her in terrible
pain. He almost regretted his
choice of bondage. Had he known
that she would be so easy to break, he would have restrained her
differently. He had made a
mistake. He should have realized
that as a non-Ayran she would not be as resistant to torture as
Von Stumpel removed the cuffs from her wrists
and ankles. With her wrists
handcuffed and in her debilitated condition she was
harmless. He would place her
in a private cell in the laboratory where he would have ready access to
her.
Jia Li lay quietly while von Stumpel restrained
her. Her arms and legs felt as
if they had been torn from their sockets.
The three hour ordeal of rape and torture had almost completely finished
her. Even walking would require
a supreme effort. Von Stumpel
had reamed her like a pipe threader.
The region between her legs felt as if it had been hit by a
truck. As he secured the handcuffs
she allowed a low moan to escape her lips.
“Now you know what it is like to be taken
by a real man,” von Stumpel gloated.
“I will let you rest and then in a few hours I will take you
again.” Placing his hands
under her armpits, he lifted her from the floor and helped her to her
feet. Turning her in the direction
of the cell, he firmly guided her toward
it. With a moan of pain the girl
started forward, her every step revealing the intense agony of her nether
region. Arriving at the cell
door, he reached past her and pulled it
open.
“Now,” thought Jia
Li. She turned; slipping from
von Stumpel’s grasp and drove her knee into his unprotected
genitals. The pain was so intense
that von Stumpel could not even scream.
He doubled up, clutching his crushed gonads only to receive Jia Li’s
other knee full in the face. The
impact drove him back against the bars, slamming his head against the metal
with a dull clang. And then he
dropped unconscious and twitching to the floor, blood running from his shattered
nose.
Jia Li
swayed. The sudden effort had
drained her last reserve of strength.
She leaned back against the bars, and stood there for several seconds
while she recovered some of her strength.
She had disposed of her captor, but there was still the matter of
the handcuffs, and then the even more difficult task of
escape.
Finally taking a deep breath she knelt beside
the lifeless form of the Nazi doctor and twisting herself around felt in
his pockets for the key to the handcuffs.
She found it after a couple of minutes of fumbling, and inserting
the key into the locking mechanism, freed
herself.
She transferred the shackles to von
Stumpel. It seemed only fitting
that the so-called doctor should experience them for
awhile. She finished the job
by gagging the doctor. He had
a wonderful array of bar gags handy and she found one that seemed to suit
his mouth perfectly.
She was free, but still trapped inside the
building that housed von Stumpel’s
laboratory. And inside the building
were all of her companions. Even
if she could escape it was unthinkable that she should leave them
behind. Von Stumpel had dismissed
her guards, but how far had they gone?
If they were waiting just outside the door, getting out of the lab
would be almost impossible. But
there was nothing for it. She
had to take the chance.
Dragging von Stumpel to his knees, she spent
a minute slapping him awake. She
didn’t mind the task. It
was fairly enjoyable actually.
Eventually the Nazi doctor regained his
senses. His eyes went wide with
fright when he realized his
predicament.
“Do you understand me?” the Manchu
girl asked, in her Mandarin accented
English. Von Stumpel
nodded. “Good,” she
continued. “That makes things
easier. I may not have to kill
you after all.”
The look on von Stumpel’s face showed
that he had gotten the message. Jia
Li shoved him toward the door, keeping grip on his
collar. “I can break your
neck with a single blow and that is what I intend to do if you betray
me. When I ask you a question
nod if the answer is yes and shake your head for
no. And answer without
hesitation. I am not a patient
woman.”
That last remark was
untrue. Of all Larra’s
companions, Jia Li was the most self
composed. Rarely did she rush
into things without thinking them through and she was possessed of infinite
patience when there was a need for it.
However, it would not hurt if von Stumpel thought her somewhat
impetuous. She wanted him subservient
and fearful.
“Is the corridor outside the door
guarded?” Jia Li began. Von
Stumpel nodded.
“How many
guards?
One?
Two?” Von Stumpel
nodded his head at two.
“Two,” she
thought. “That’s not
too bad. But I might do better
with a weapon.” She went
back to the workbench and picked up a couple of short lengths of heavy
chain. She
nodded. These would
do.
Hauling von Stumpel with her she opened the
heavy metal door. Outside just
a few feet away were two armed guards, just as the cooperative doctor had
said. She was on them before
they had a chance to react.
The chains did deadly
damage. Whirling them about her
head, she brought them down across the heads and shoulders of the two startled
guards, disabling them before they even had a chance to raise their
weapons. Jia Li picked up the
submachine guns the guards had been carrying and hung them around von
Stumpel’s neck. As long
as the doctor was going along he might as well do something
useful.
“Now, you are going to take me to my
friends.” Jia Li
said. “First off where is
Larra?”
Von Stumpel could not answer, but he nodded
his head down the corridor. Jia
Li followed him. “Keep
walking,” she said. “And
remember I am right behind you with a chain’s
length.”
Von Stumpel caught her
meaning. Walking uncertainly
in his leg irons he guided her through the building, taking her by a route
where they were least likely to encounter any
guards. He had not desire to
feel the weight of those chains on his own
head. Jia Li remained
alert. So far her escape was
going well, but it could go wrong at any
time. She knew that only fear
made von Stumpel trustworthy. He
would lead her into a trap if there was the slightest chance he thought he
could get away with it; and so she proceeded with caution, working her way
through the building. With any
luck she would soon find Larra.
Larra lay in her cell with her eyes
closed. She was in considerable
pain from her ordeal in the interrogation room and her body was still covered
with half healed welts. In too
much pain to sleep, she rested
nevertheless. She needed time
to recover from what had been done to her, and rest was the best
cure. In any case, escape was
not really possible. She had
already investigated her cell. It
was sealed with a heavy steel door and she had noted that the corridor outside
was guarded. She would have to
wait until she was once again taken from the cell and then hope for an
opportunity.
Crash!
“Aaaahh!” Larra’s eyes popped
open. The loud noise and the
cry of pain had come from right outside her
cell. It sounded almost as if
a body had fallen. Ignoring her
pain, she rolled off the cot and waited
expectantly. She was not
disappointed.
“Jia Li,” she
breathed. The almond-eyed girl
stood outside the cell, a length of chain in each
hand.
Stiffly, Larra moved to the
doorway. Her violet eyes blazed
as she spotted von Stumpel, but she said nothing to the Nazi scientist, instead
she addressed Jia Li. “Where
are the others?” she asked.
Jia Li shook her head.
“Ungag him,” Larra said nodding
toward von Stumpel. She bent
beside one of the fallen guards and began to strip off his
clothing.
Von Stumpel was intelligent enough to say
nothing as the gag was removed.
Larra spoke to him as she dressed.
“You have seen what Jia Li can do with the
chains. Picture one of them crashing
through your skull. I want your
full cooperation. Any attempt
to escape or betray us and you will die.
Do you understand?”
Von Stumpel swallowed and nodded, his mouth
suddenly very dry.
“Good,” Larra said.
“I thought you would.
Now, here is what you are going to do…
Melissa was
exhausted. Sturm had raped her
twice so far, an act he referred to as “selective
breeding.” Matters were
no better for Amy and Katie. The
two women slumped on the grid after being repeatedly
violated. They were resting now,
while the two Aryan types that had been breeding them
recovered.
A sense of hopelessness pervaded
her. It was clear that that Nazis
intended to use them as breeding stock in their perverted goal of creating
a pure Aryan race. How long would
it be before they were all pregnant?
The thought of being used again and again like some sort of farm animal
filled Melissa with revulsion. But
that is what the Nazis intended.
Schallenberger had told them exactly what the plan
was. They were to be bred until
they were impregnated and then their children would be taken away from them
so that they could be bred again.
They were to be no more than baby machines, serving the depraved agenda
of the Third Reich.
Sturm sauntered over to
her. The SS thug was aroused
again. “Time for our next
round of breeding,” he sneered.
“You have no idea how pleasurable I find this
task. Are you looking forward
to bearing my child? I can assure
you that it will be brought up in the finest traditions of the
Reich.”
Melissa did not
answer. She did not even look
at the Nazi as he spoke. It was
her only way of defying him. In
a few seconds he would mount her sweat soaked body once again and grunt like
a pig as he shot his vile seed into her.
There was nothing she could do to stop him.
At that moment the phone attached to one of
the walls rang. One of the guards
answered it.
“Ja,
Herr Doktor!” he responded.
“Obersturmführer,” the guard said
apologetically. “Doktor
von Stumpel has requested that the three breeding specimens be brought to
his lab immediately.”
Sturm cursed, but von Stumpel was theoretically
his superior. He had no choice
but to allow the guards to escort the three women to von Stumpel’s
lab.
It was with relief and trepidation that the three
women were marched off. Exhausted
physically and mentally, they did not have much left and could only suppose
that their current ordeal had ended to be replaced by something
worse. Melissa had already
experienced the something worse that von Stumpel could hand out and had witnessed
what he had done to Larra. She
expected the worst.
As usual, the guards took every precaution to
prevent escape. Not only were
their hands handcuffed behind their backs but they were also connected to
one another by a neck chain that would make escape almost
impossible. Without any real
choice the three women filed obediently from the room and through the complex
to von Stumpel’s lab.
The lead guard knocked on the steel door of the
lab. From within von Stumpel
answered. “Leave the three
specimens inside the door. Miss
Schallenberger and I will deal with
them.” The door
opened. About ten feet into the
room von Stumpel waited, as the guards followed orders and ushered the three
helpless females into the lab.
The door closed behind
them. Melissa, who was last in
line, had seen no one, but assumed that Schallenberger had been behind the
door and closed it. It was with
some confusion, therefore that she noticed the Nazi harridan on her knees
and bound and gagged. Amy and
Katie saw her at the same time. And
then Larra and Jia Li stepped forward from where they had been
hiding.
“Excellent Herr Doktor,” Larra
said. “I will not have to
shoot you after all. You will
stay alive for a few more minutes.”
Relief almost overwhelming them, Katie, Amy, and
Melissa all began to talk at once.
Finally quieting when they realized that Larra and Jia Li were incapable
of answering the questions until they were allowed to
speak.
Larra, as usual, did the explaining while Jia
Li went about releasing them from their
chains. “It is very simple,
really,” the violet-eyed adventuress
said. “Once Jia Li released
me from the cell I managed to convince the doctor to take me to the
lab. Unfortunately, his assistant
was here and it was necessary to take her
prisoner. However, she may prove
a useful hostage.”
Schallenberger, did not seem to
agree. From the bound woman came
muffled grunts of protest.
“That will not do, dear,” Larra
said. “I will require your
complete silence. She took out
the SS dagger she had appropriated from one of the guards and held it to
the helpless blonde’s throat, digging the point into Schallenberger’s
white flesh slightly. “Do
I make myself clear?”
Schallenberger nodded enthusiastically, her blue
eyes suddenly very wide.
“Good,” Larra said.
Then she continued speaking to her assembled
companions. “What I propose
is that we take advantage of this opportunity to get ourselves cleaned
up. We have some time before
the Nazis get suspicious and Jia Li and I do not think the bodies of the
two guards she disposed of will be found right
away. Then we will leave this
place taking the doctor and his assistant with us as
hostages.”
None of the other women could think of a better
plan. Von Stumpel’s lab
had everything they needed to wash properly, including a
shower. It even had a very compete
medicine cabinet, which they
found useful in treating the various minor injuries they had suffered while
captives. Larra’s injuries
were not so minor. The three
women were quite horrified when Larra stripped off her shirt to reveal the
welts Featherstone had raised on her back.
“Bastard,” said Amy, and she applied
ointment to the wounds. “Why
don’t we get him in here and show him what it’s
like?”
“Best not to push our luck,” Larra
replied. “It’s getting
crowded in here already. We
don’t want to chance to many people coming into this
room. Much as I’d like to
meet Featherstone and Sturm again we don’t dare risk
it.”
The other women nodded in
agreement. It was best to make
their escape as quickly as possible.
Revenge, if it was possible would have to wait.
They departed at
As they had hoped, they encountered very few guards
in the darkened corridors of the
facility. Those few guards they
did encounter they were able to quickly overwhelm, helped by the fact that
they were allowed to approach to within striking distance by having von Stumpel
take the lead. The Nazi scientist
proved most cooperative, probably due to the fact that Jia Li walked just
a few paces behind him swinging a three foot length of
chain.
The women were properly dressed now, having availed
themselves of Schallenberger’s personal
wardrobe. The tall blonde’s
clothing fit Melissa best, but the others were able to make
do. Schallenberger was outraged,
especially by the fact that Jia Li, whom she regarded as subhuman, selected
her favourite hiking outfit, but there wasn’t much she could do about
it.
Outside the building, the going was a little more
difficult. The presence of von
Stumpel and Schallenberger as hostages made it almost impossible to slip
unseen between the buildings.
“We need a diversion,” Larra
thought. Her eyes scanned the
darkness. In front of her was
the hanger and to the right was the
airstrip. Several other outbuildings
were to her left. The entire
area was dimly lit by lights attached to the sides of buildings and suspended
from utility poles. Signaling
silently to the others to stay put, she tapped Jia Li on the shoulder and
slipped into the darkness. The
oriental girl followed.
Silent as ghosts the two women slipped from shadow
to shadow. Jia Li was the perfect
choice for what they had to do.
Neither Katie nor Amy had the stomach for cutting throats and Melissa
was simply too inexperienced. Jia
Li had killed with a knife before and next to Larra was the best trained
martial artist.
Both Larra and Jia Li had left the Schmeisser
submachine guns taken from the guards with the other women; they had only
their hands and the SS daggers they had picked
up. But that was all they
needed. The first two guards
they came up on never even knew anyone was there until the millisecond before
their throats were cut. It was
a bloody business, but neither woman had any compunction about killing men
who served monsters like Sturm and von
Stumpel.
They worked their way toward the fuel storage
tanks. With the two guards dead
the way was clear, but they kept low and to the
shadows. The area appeared to
be heavily guarded and they might run into a patrol at any
time. Reaching the tanks, Larra
quietly removed the hose from its holder.
The tanks were elevated so that gravity could be used rather than
a fuel pump. Depressing the release
lever Larra allowed the aviation fuel to run out on the
tarmac. She waited a good five
minutes and then soaking a piece of cloth in the fuel she moved back from
the fuel tanks and struck a match.
She lit the length of fuel-soaked cloth, but
did not toss it toward the spreading
fuel. Instead, she placed it
on the ground just a few away from the widening pool of flammable
liquid. Then she and her companions
moved off.
Their destination was the dark form of an
aircraft parked on the runway, but they did not move to it
immediately. There was a chain
link fence and several guards between them and the
plane. Instead they kept low
and waited for the distraction.
It came with a sudden flash of heat and
fire. The exploding aviation
fuel shot flames thirty feet into the air and roared toward the fuel
tanks. The roar of the flames
drowned out the sounds of the shouting
guards.
“Now!” Larra
said. The other women needed
no urging. Dragging von Stumpel
and Schallenberger with them they hurried through the gate onto the tarmac
and toward the now unguarded aircraft.
Katie now moved into the
lead. “That one,” she
said, pointing to the silhouette of a Junkers
52. It wasn’t the fastest
plane on the tarmac, but it was certainly large enough to carry all of
them. Quickly they ran forward
into the shadows cast by the plane.
A gangway led up to the fuselage.
Larra shoved von Stumpel and Schallenberger
forward. “Get in,”
she ordered. Then she turned
back to Katie.
“You’ll have to crank the props,”
Katie said. “Wait until
I give the signal.” She
clambered up the gangway and headed for the cockpit.
“Keep an eye on our guests,” Larra
said to Amy. “If they try
anything, kill them.”
Amy nodded and climbed into the plane after
von Stumpel and Schallenberger. The
rest of the women went to the starboard
engine. A few seconds later,
Katie poked her head out of the pilot's
window. “Give me a few
minutes. I think I can figure
this thing out.”
Larra nodded and looked toward the flaming
fuel tanks. Dozens of German
military personnel were frantically trying to extinguish the blaze before
it spread to the hanger and other
buildings. So far their escape
and commandeering of the plane had gone undetected, but they would have to
move fast. The Germans would
not be occupied forever.
Katie poked her head out of the plane
again. “OK, rotate the
prop.”
Larra, Melissa, and Jia Li lined themselves
up alongside the starboard propeller.
Larra gave it the first rotation, pushing against the lowest blade
of the propeller. Melissa picked
it up next, and then Jia Li. They
stepped into the blades, turning over the engine and stepping quickly out
of the way to avoid being cut to pieces if the engine
fired.
The engine coughed twice and then roared to
life. “Now the port
engine,” Katie yelled. They
repeated the operation, moving as quickly as they
could. Larra glanced toward the
blazing fuel tanks. Already several
of the Germans were heading their way.
The engine coughed, and then emulating the starboard engine, belched
smoke and exploded into life.
Melissa ran to pull the chock from the starboard
wheel, while Larra dealt with the one on the port
side. Then they ran to the gangway,
jumping into the plane just behind Jia
Li. Behind them they could hear
the shouting of the guards, but Katie had revved up the engines and already
had the Junkers 52 moving forward.
Suddenly there was the staccato sound of
shots. Several bullet holes suddenly
appeared in the fuselage. Larra
and Jia Li unslung the submachine guns they had thrown over their
shoulders. Standing in the doorway,
they emptied their magazines in the general direction of the
gunfire. Whether they hit anything
or not was difficult to determine, but the gunfire slackened as Katie taxied
down the runway and then turned the place into the
wind.
Katie revved up the engines until the plane
was shaking from the vibrations and then released the
brakes. The plane moved forward,
and gaining speed leaped into the air and roared off into the
night.
Larra sat down in the copilot’s
seat. “How are we doing?”
she asked.
“So far so good,” Katie
said. “We’ve got lots
of fuel and if the Nazis scramble a few fighters to try and run us down I
doubt they can find us in the darkness.
The only problem we have it that we will have to head for the nearest
British base in
“We’ll just have to chance it,”
Larra replied. She settled back
into her seat and studied the instrument panel and
controls. Larra was the only
other pilot on the aircraft. She
would take over when Katie got tired.
She was not, however, as familiar with aircraft as Katie
was. Her blonde friend would
land the plane.
“Why don’t you get some sleep?”
Katie suggested. “You look
as if you need it. I’ll
call you in a couple of hours and you can spell
me.”
Larra
nodded. She took no offense at
Katie’s words. She knew
she must look pretty battered.
Katie herself could not be in much better shape after having been
raped for hours, but there was no point in being too noble and insisting
on keeping her company. She headed
back into the main compartment of the
plane. On the way she met Jia
Li. “You should get some
rest,” she said.
The Asian girl
nodded. “I
will. But I will keep Katie company
until you have had a chance for a
nap.”
Larra smiled. Jia Li was like iron. The more she was beaten the tougher she seemed to get. She found a corner of the compartment, curled up on a pile of assorted military gear and went to sleep.
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