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Larra slipped slowly toward the end of the
rope, the force of the air blowing her almost straight back so that her body
was almost parallel to the fuselage of the
Zeppelin. A few more feet and
she would run out of rope. She
was saved only at the last second by a knot she had tied near the end of
the line. She was then able to
anchor herself, by wrapping her legs about the
cord. Slowly, inch by inch she
managed to move back up the rope, closer and closer to the fuselage of the
huge airship. Eventually she
reached the fabric of the ship.
Holding on with one hand and drawing her sheath knife, Larra cut a
small hole in the side of the ship, one just large enough for her to crawl
through. Panting from exertion,
she pulled herself inside the outer hull of the huge
ship.
“Well,” she thought, “I’m
in. Now
what? I’ve got food for
three days and no water. And
I have no access to toilets or any other
facility. I should try to bring
this ship down as soon as possible.”
But how was she to do that? The
Ludendorff was enormous. The
only practical way of disabling it would be to cut open the gigantic gas
cells filled with hydrogen that gave the ship its lift and that would take
some time, provided she could get away with it without being
discovered.
Larra crawled through the interior rigging of the ship’s cavernous
interior. She did not expect
to encounter anyone in this section of the
ship. It was unheated and the
higher the Ludendorff climbed the colder it would
get. Fortunately, she had her
mountaineering jacket on. It
would protect her from everything except really extreme
temperatures.
The gas cells were housed in a long gallery that ran the length of the
airship. There were twenty of
them in two rows of ten. Larra
took out her knife again. It
was time to get started. At that
moment she caught a sudden movement out of the corner of her
eye. Several hundred feet down
the gallery were two members of the crew.
They were coming directly toward
her. Larra was sure that she
had been seen, but the ship was so huge that they could probably not tell
who she was at that distance.
Slowly, so as not to attract attention she moved away from them, and then
ducked down a side corridor between the gas
cells. It was likely that if
she had been seen they would think that she was part of the
crew. All she had to do was stay
away from them.
As Larra had hoped,
the two crew members passed right by her hiding
place.
They seemed to be checking out the state of the gas cells, probably
making sure that they were not leaking.
She kept hidden until they had finished their inspection and then
crept from her hiding place. She
peered down the gallery. There
was no one in sight. Breathing
a sigh of relief, she once again drew her
knife. The sooner she let the
gas out of the Ludendorff the better.
Larra knew that there was no danger of the giant craft
crashing. All that would happen
if she succeeded in cutting enough holes in the hydrogen cells was that the
ship would lose lift. That would
cause it to slowly lose altitude until it was forced to
land. The gas cells could be
repaired, but it would take several days.
Once on the ground Larra could try a more permanent way to sabotage
the Nazi dirigible. The simplest
was to destroy it would simple be to ignite the highly inflammable hydrogen
gas. But that would also
be very dangerous. It wouldn’t
do to get caught in the conflagration of a burning
dirigible.
She drove her knife into the closest
cell. With an audible hiss the
hydrogen began to leak out. Then
she went to the next cell and repeated the
operation. “Just seventeen
more to go,” she murmured. And
then something heavy struck her on the back of her head and everything went
black.
When Larra awoke she was sitting in a rather comfortable chair, but she
wasn’t in a very comfortable
position. Her head hurt and she
was securely fastened to a chair made of leather and tubular steel, which
was bolted to the deck of the Zeppelin.
Larra’s jacket and pack had been removed, and her wrists were
handcuffed to each arm of the chair.
Her leather hiking boots had also been removed and each of her ankles
was similarly shackled to each leg of the
chair. Sitting across from her
was a meticulously attired German
officer.
“Well,” he said in German, “you are awake at
last. I hope you were not hurt
too badly. My engineer told me
that he hit you quite hard.”
Larra did not answer, so the German officer
continued. “You did not
have any papers on you, so we can only guess at your identity, but I think
I know who you are. You are
Larra remained silent. The German
officer was simply trying to elicit some free information from her and she
had no intention of cooperating.
Another man came forward. He
was dressed in civilian clothes, and Larra smelled
Gestapo.
“She is a quiet one, Hauptmann Kranmer, but let me question her privately
for awhile and I will have the truth out of
her.”
“No, Herr Diels, I will not allow the torture of
prisoners. I am sure
“This woman is a sworn enemy of the Reich,” replied
Diels. “She has been responsible
for the deaths of dozens of German soldiers and has foiled Reichsfuhrer Himmler
on several occasions. We do not
have time to persuade her to talk; we must force the information out of
her.”
“Nevertheless,” insisted Kranmer, “while I am captain of this
ship there will be no acts of
brutality.” He moved a little
closer to Larra.
“You will be happy to learn,
“You seem like a man of honor, Herr Hauptman,” replied Larra,
“But I cannot help you complete your mission any more than you can help
me complete mine.”
“I thought as much,” said
Kranmer. “We will leave
you for a few hours and see if you change your
mind. I should warn you, however,
that you will get no food or water until you
cooperate.”
So that was it! Kranmer would
not torture her, but he would allow her to starve and dehydrate until she
became delirious enough to tell him what he wanted to
know. In many ways it was a more
barbaric and more effective method of extracting information than Diels’
more direct methods would have been.
Larra had some success at resisting physical torture, but how well
she would stand up to being deprived of food and water she did not
know. She already felt
thirsty. And a few hours more
would make her desperate for water.
“Chain her up in the aft storage compartment,” ordered Kranmer,
“and place a guard on her. We
will again ask her to cooperate in a day or
so.”
Two hefty men in Luftwaffe blue stepped
forward. Leaving Larra’s
feet fettered, they each took one of her arms and unlocked the handcuffs
from the arm of the chair. They
then recuffed her hands in front of her.
Before removing the cuffs holding her legs they first attached a length
of chain between her ankles to make sure that she did not try to kick out
when the shackles were removed.
Then her ankles were released and they hauled her to her feet, keeping
a tight hold on her arms. Able
to move each foot only half a step at a time, Larra was half-walked, half-dragged
to the after section of the gondola.
She had no chance to escape.
One of the junior officers went with the two
escorts. When they reached the
storage compartment the officer supervised her
bondage.
“Take her over to the hull,” he
ordered.
Larra noticed that the structural girders were honeycombed with large holes
that would be ideal for securing her to the side of the
airship. That was exactly what
the officer had in mind. He
took out another pair of handcuffs, and locked her wrists to one of the girders
so that she stood with her arms stretched above her
head. Since her jacket had been
removed, she was clad only in a form-hugging wool sweater, and a pair of
heavy trousers. One of the guards
whistled silently as he took in Larra’s impressive
silhouette.
Larra was all too conscious of the picture she
presented. She was one of the
most beautiful women in the world, and she was chained on display for her
captors to ogle as they wished. Her
prominent breasts thrust out from her chest most suggestively, the gentle
rise and fall of her bosom seeming to invite
violation.
The guard licked his lips, but jumped to attention when the officer spoke
to him. “Bosch, you will
remain on guard. Make sure that
she does not get up to anything.”
“Yes, Leutnant,” Bosch replied saluting.
The Leutnant left the room followed by the other
escort. Bosch sat down on a packing
crate to watch his prisoner.
A couple of hours went by. Larra
was already beginning to feel the strain of standing with her arms over her
head. Gravity was draining the
blood from her arms. She knew
that if she was forced to stand like this much longer she would be in serious
difficulty. She recalled from
her knowledge of history that victims of crucifixion did not die of the wounds
inflicted upon them, but of suffocation caused by the body’s organs
settling. Before their deaths,
however, they experienced the most terrible pain as their blood pooled in
the lower parts of their anatomy.
She tried to flex her muscles to keep the circulation going, but knew
that it was only a matter of time before she was experiencing severe
discomfort.
Bosch kept his eyes on Larra, as ordered.
As the helpless woman strained at her bonds, he found himself aroused
by the movements of her exquisite body.
There were no women on board the Ludendorff and he knew that if their
mission succeeded he could not hope to find any female companionship for
several weeks, or maybe even months.
He glanced at the door. “Who
would ever know?” he thought.
This Englishwoman was not likely to inform on him if he had a little
fun. He would not try to have
sex with her; just feel her up a little.
Getting to his feet, he took his handkerchief from his pocket and balled
it up.
“What
do…oooommmphh!”
Larra said, as he stuffed the handkerchief into her
mouth. Bosch then removed
Larra’s belt from her trousers and strapped it around her head and across
her mouth, so that the gag was held in
place.
“Mmmmppphhh!”
Larra
prostested.
“Don’t worry, English,” said
Bosch. “I’m not going
to hurt you, just have a little fun.”
Larra struggled to free herself from her
chains. She had no doubt about
what Bosch’s idea of fun would be all
about. Sometimes she wished that
she was not so damned attractive, her beauty always seemed to invite the
worst sort of attention.
Bosch unbuttoned the front Larra’s trousers and slid them down her
legs. Her loins were clad only
in a thin pair of delicate white panties that could not hide the dark bush
covering her mound of Venus.
Running his hand over her firm belly, Bosch pushed his fingers under
the waistband of her panties and massaged her pubic
area.
“MMMPPPPHH!”
Larra protested as loudly as
she could beneath the gag, but it was most unlikely that her muffled cries
would penetrate beyond the storage room, not over the ever-present drone
of the airships engines.
Slowly Bosch worked his fingers lower, until he reached Larra’s
vulva. Using his middle finger
he parted her labia and thrust it within
her.
Larra’s breath quickened and she twisted her
abdomen away from Bosch’s intruding fingers, but she could not move
far enough to avoid the unwelcome invasion of her honey
pot.
The German airman continued to explore her most intimate region, marveling
at the tightness of her vagina.
“Could it be that she is still a virgin?” he
wondered. She was certainly tight
enough to be one. He pushed his
finger in as far as it would go.
No, her hymen was long gone.
She was not a virgin.
“But,” he thought, “she was
certainly the next best thing.”
Bosch doubled up his fingers and pushed two of them into Larra’s tight
crevice.
“MMMPPPHH!
came the muffled cry of protest once
again. She was so tight that
he was hurting her.
This appealed to Bosch’s somewhat sadistic nature, and he ignored
Larra’s protests as he moved his fingers around the entrance to her
tight love tunnel.
Suddenly, he had an idea. “I
wonder,” he thought, “how much I could fit inside her without splitting
her open?”
He added a third finger, and swirled it around the lips of her pleasure
center. Larra objected again,
but this simply drove Bosch on.
Pushing all four fingers together, he tried to force his entire hand
into her.
“MMMMPPPPPHHHH!
MMMMPPPPPHHHH!”
Larra was more than
protesting now, she was in real pain.
Bosch kept up the pressure. Driving
all four fingers into Larra’s well of passion, he slowly curled his
hands into a fist. Larra writhed
in agony, her vaginal opening was stretched to a
width of four inches. Her suffering
was intense. With deliberate
cruelty Bosch thrust his fist deep inside the struggling adventurer, ignoring
her muffled cries. For several
minutes he fist-raped her, doing his best to elicit as much pain as possible
from his helpless victim.
Larra tried desperately to relieve the
pressure. If she could have she
would have spread her legs as far apart as possible, but the chains connecting
her ankles prevented her from moving them more than a foot
apart. As a result, her suffering
was greatly enhanced.
But Bosch now changed his tactics.
He wanted to taste more of his victim than just probing her with his
hand. Rising to his feet, he
lifted her tight sweater over Larra’s head revealing her magnificent
upper torso.
Despite the coolness of the unheated storage compartment, Larra’s body
was soaked in perspiration.
Rivulets of sweat flowed down her body saturating her thin cotton
bra. Her taut nipples were clearly
visible through the diaphanous material.
Her breasts were so full that only half of them were concealed in
any case.
Bosch yanked the bra from her quivering melons, and cupped each of the milky
white mounds and squeezed hard.
“MMMPPPPHH!”
came Larra’s smothered groan of
dismay.
“My God, these are ripe!” exclaimed
Bosch. “I’ve never
felt tits like these.”
Continuing the painful pressure on each of her swollen glands, he
placed his ravenous mouth over her throbbing
nipple. He sucked hard, trying
to pull as much of her soft flesh into his mouth as
possible. Larra moaned
again. Then he bit down
hard.
“MMMMMMPPPPPPHHHH! MMMMMPPPPHHHHH!”
Larra’s
muffled screams aroused him to a fever
pitch. Hardly knowing what he
was doing, he yanked down his pants and shorts, freeing his swollen
manhood. Grabbing her shoulders,
he whirled her around, and finished removing what was left of her panties.
“MMMM!
MMMM! MMMM!”
Larra knew what was coming, but her muffled protests did not slow
the German’s attack. Parting
the cheeks of her buttocks, he placed the tip of his engorged phallus against
the tiny entrance to her anus.
Larra writhed, shifting her hips from side
to side in an effort to avoid the brutal anal rape, but Bosch held her fast
and thrust his stiff member into her tight
ass.
“MMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHH!!!”
Larra’s scream
would have been clearly audible to anyone standing outside the
door. Fortunately for Bosch,
but unfortunately for her, there was no one
near. Despite the lack of
lubrication, the airman forced his way into
her. It took quite some time,
and caused her incredible pain, but he slowly broke down her
defenses.
Larra contorted her body in an effort to escape Bosch’s cruel
lance. Her efforts were
ineffective. They did, however,
slow down the German’s attack.
Bosch suddenly realized that he was running out of
time. In a little while he would
be relieved and he wanted to have his way with the Englishwoman before he
was interrupted.
“This would be so much easier,” he thought, “if this bitch
wasn’t hanging from the wall.”
Made stupid by lust, Bosch pulled out of his victim and took out the set
of keys to her shackles.
“I’ll just get her down from the wall and then fuck her
on the floor,” he thought, “then she won’t be so hard to get
at.”
Bosch had, of course, heard rumors of the prowess of the great
Hardly daring to believe her amazing fortune, Larra was not slow to take
advantage of it. Whipping about,
she brought her manacled wrists down with ferocious force across the bridge
of his nose. The impact shattered
the bones of his face and hurled his body across the
room. He was unconscious before
he hit the floor, but Larra followed him.
Pitching forward onto her hands, she somersaulted across the compartment,
finishing her acrobatic leap by driving her feet into his
chest. There was a loud crunching
sound as his ribs caved in. Blood
spurted from his mouth.
Finished with Bosch, Larra hopped across the room and retrieved the keys
from the floor where they had fallen.
A few seconds later she was free of her
manacles. Then, quite exhausted,
she sat down on a packing crate.
She was incredibly sore from her experience, not to mention emotionally
drained. For several minutes,
she was not able to move a muscle.
Then, gathering herself, she got to her
feet. Pulling her clothes back
on, she assessed her situation.
Bosch had been unarmed, so she had no
weapons. She was, however, in
the main storage compartment of the
airship. It was possible that
she might find some sort of weapon among the assorted crates and bales that
were stored around her.
At that moment, Larra heard a noise in the corridor outside the
door. It was time to change the
guard. In a few seconds she would
be discovered!
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