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Larra screamed as Featherstone thrust into
her. His phallus was impossibly
huge, penetrating to the farthest depths of her
womb. With every thrust of the
vile English spy’s hips her belly bulged as the tip of his immense manhood
prodded against her stomach from the
inside. Featherstone grinned
his cruel and sardonic grin and grabbed her
breasts. His hands were huge
and powerful. They crushed her
soft breasts, the flesh bugling out between his fingers in quivering
ridges.
“Haa haa haa,” Featherstone
laughed. “Enjoying yourself,
“Aaahhh!”
Larra
shrieked. She was being ripped
apart. As she watched, horrified,
Featherstone’s enormous organ ripped open her belly tearing a bloody
hole in her abdomen. She screamed
again her voice rising in pitch until her vocal cords
ruptured.
“Larra!
Larra!”
Melissa’s
voice percolated through the red haze of
agony. She opened her
eyes. Melissa was kneeling next
to her. In the background the
engines of the JU 52 droned on.
Larra shook herself
awake. She was covered in
sweat. “You were
dreaming,” Melissa said.
“I thought I should wake
you.”
“Thanks,” Larra
said. She pushed herself off
the pile of gear she had slept on.
She was stiff and sore. She
had never had a dream like that before.
She was going to have to do something about
Featherstone.
“I’m alright,” she said to
Melissa. “I better go sit
with Katie.” She headed
toward the front of the aircraft.
Entering, she tapped Jia Li on the
shoulder. “You rest
now. I’ll take
over.” The oriental girl
nodded and got out of the seat allowing Larra to take her
place.
“You too,” Larra said to
Katie. “I can watch the
controls. Just give me the
heading.”
“Keep her as she is,” the blonde
replied. “I’m flying
low. I think that will make us
harder to spot and help when we finally reach
land. We can just follow the
coast to
“Right,” Larra
replied. She settled in at the
controls. A few minutes later
she was joined by Melissa.
“I’ll just keep you company,”
the girl said. Larra smiled in
reply. She was feeling a bit
better now. The sleep had helped
in spite of the nightmare.
For awhile she and Melissa just
chatted. Then Larra’s eyes
narrowed. “You better wake
Katie,” she said.
“Sure thing,” Melissa replied, slipping
gracefully from the copilot’s seat.
A few seconds later she was back with Katie.
The buxom blonde wiped the sleep[ from her
eyes. “What’s
up?”
Larra pointed through the window of the
cockpit. “That,” she
said. “I think it’s
what got us into trouble the first time.”
“Another sandstorm,” said
Katie. “We’ll have
to try and go around it.”
“Why not over?” asked
Larra.
“If we have to,” said
Katie. “This plane should
be able to get high enough, but that didn’t work all that well last
time.”
“Do we have enough fuel for all that
maneuvering?”
“We should
have. We’re only flying
one way after all.”
Larra
frowned. The
“Shit,” thought
Katie. “This is just like
the last time.” Outside
the powerful winds of the desert storm buffeted the
aircraft. They were at maximum
elevation, but had still not managed to completely clear the
storm. Almost certainly sand
particles were being sucked into the
engines. They were well into
the storm now. At first she had
tried to fly around it, by heading east, but she soon abandoned that for
two reasons. One was that they
were flying directly toward Italian-held
territory. The second was the
storm was coming from that direction and the headwind they were forced to
fly into made it almost impossible to make any
headway. Sooner or later the
aircraft would simply run out of fuel.
They were now headed southeast, the sandstorm
winds pushing them along. They
were headed toward the same area that they had visited on their first
flight. Katie thought of the
airstrip the Italians had constructed.
By incredible luck they might be able to find
it. If not, then she would just
have to bring it down in the desert.
She had tried making contact by radio with
only limited success. The British
radio operator she had managed to reach insisted on being given the correct
codeword before accepting her message.
Then the storm had interfered with further communication before she
had been able to convince him to ignore protocol in favour of common
sense.
“Asshole,” she muttered as she replaced
the microphone. “We’re
just going to have to muddle through and hope for the
best.”
Schallenberger struggled with the cuffs that
locked her to the fuselage.
Preoccupied with the storm, the redheaded girl that was supposed to
be watching her wasn’t paying much
attention. However, it didn’t
seem to really matter. She
couldn’t get the cuffs loose.
She really wasn’t much of a
locksmith.
Von Stumpel was next to her, his right hand
manacled to the fuselage in the same way that she
was. He too had noticed that
Amy was not watching them closely.
He leaned toward her and reached toward her
hair.
“Herr Doktor,” she
exclaimed. “Not at a time
like this.”
“Be quiet you Aryan idiot.
I need one of your
hairpins.”
Schallenberger closed her mouth, her lower
lip thrust out. That hardly seemed
to suitable thing to say to such a prime specimen of the Nordic
race. She watched with interest
as von Stumpel worked the hairpin into the lock
mechanism. In a few minutes there
was a satisfying “click” and the cuff
opened. Von Stumpel was
free. He did not bother with
Schallenberger. Just a few feet
away was one of the submachine guns.
The redheaded girl was still looking toward the front of the
aircraft. One stride and he had
the weapon in his hands.
“Don’t move,” he ordered, training
the weapon on the three women.
Jia Li
froze. She was the length of
the compartment away from von Stumpel and Amy and Melissa were between her
and the doctor. She couldn’t
do anything without endangering her
companions. Melissa and Amy did
the same. Neither dared
act. It would have been almost
impossible for either of them to have reached von Stumpel before he got off
a few rounds, and at the distance he was from them he could hardly have
missed.
“Toss the key to the cuffs to Fraulein
Schallenberger,” von Stumpel
ordered.
Reluctantly Amy
complied. She cursed herself
for not keeping a closer eye on the
captives. In a few seconds
Schallenberger had removed the cuffs and was free.
“Now, on the floor and move quickly,”
von Stumpel ordered, gesturing with the submachine
gun. “Gertie, secure
them.”
Schallenberger waited until all of the women
were lying on the floor of the plane with their hands on their heads before
moving. She used the two sets
of handcuffs that had been used on her and von Stumpel to handcuff the women
together. Jia Li was in the centre
with Amy linked to her right arm and Melissa to her
left. Then she used a short length
of cord to tie Melissa to Amy. She
finished by wrapping another length of rope about the necks of all three
women, pulling them together so tightly that they could hardly
breathe.
Excellent,” von Stumpel said.
“Now to deal with
Von Stumpel’s arrival in the cockpit
stunned both Larra and Katie. What
the hell was he doing loose? But
there wasn’t much they could do about
it. “Turn the plane
around,” the Nazi doctor ordered.
“No,” Katie
said. “I can’t do
that.”
“Do it or I’ll shoot
“Do you really want me to, you fool?”
Katie calmly replied.
“We’re past the point of no
return. We’ve used up more
than half our fuel.”
“Then head for
“In case you haven’t noticed,”
Larra interrupted, “we’re in the middle of a
sandstorm. There isn’t any
safe direction we can fly.”
“Then set us down in Tobruk or
“Certainly,” Katie agreed
calmly. “Please be so kind
as to show me which way to go to reach either of those
places.”
“You mean you
schlampen
are
lost?”
“We’re trying to fly out of this
storm,” said Katie. “If
you want to live, you’d best let us do it.”
“Scheisse!” von Stumpel
cursed. He almost considered
shooting the half breed bitch in front of him, but one look out the windshield
of the airplane told him they were telling the
truth. They were flying over
and through an immense cloud of dust.
Helpless to do anything about the situation he stood watching the
storm.
“Don’t try anything stupid,”
he warned. “My assistant
has the other three at gunpoint and she will shoot if anything happens to
me.”
“Don’t worry,” replied
Katie. “I’m too busy
trying to survive to do anything like that.”
Von Stumpel continued to keep an eye on the
situation as the plane fought its way through the
storm. He noted that the aircraft
was headed generally south-southwest, but didn’t comment on
it. The two women did not appear
to be trying to fly him into British held
territory. An hour later he breathed
a sigh of relief as the plane left the storm behind.
“Now,” he
ordered. “Fly to the nearest
Italian base.”
“Certainly,” Katie responded
cheerfully. “Just give me
the bearing and I’ll head right for it, but it better be close we’ve
only got fuel for another half hour at the most.”
“Blöde
fotze,” von Stumpel
replied. He was getting tired
of the insolence of the impertinent
blonde. But he couldn’t
do anything to her. He needed
her to fly the plane. He was
standing about a metre from the half-breed
archeologist. He pointed his
Schmeiser at Larra’s head.
“Enough of this. Put
the plane down safely or I’ll blow out the brains of your
leader.”
“That’s hardly a threat,” replied
Katie, seemingly unphased by the threat.
“If I don’t land the soon the plane will land
itself. You better be sure that
I’m not too distracted or angry to do a good
job. And just in case you are
interested, Larra is the only other person who can fly this
thing.”
Von Stumpel was impressed by the cool demeanor
of the blonde beauty. “Good
Aryan stock,” he thought.
“What great breeding material she would
make!” He wondered if she
might not already be pregnant. She
had certainly been serviced enough.
At that point Schallenberger
appeared. “Herr Docktor,”
she said. “What is
happening?”
Von Stumpel explained the
situation.
Schallenberger paled a little and
swallowed. Without a word she
returned to the back of the aircraft.
Von Stumpel allowed himself a small
smile. “Not as tough as
she thinks she is,” he thought.
Returning to the fuselage Schallenberger looked
around for a way to protect herself in the case of a
crash. Her three captives were
where she had left them. During
the time von Stumpel had spent in the cockpit she had amused herself by making
her prisoners ever more secure. She
had found a good supply of strapping in the aircraft and had wrapped numerous
lengths of it around each of the three women, pinioning their arms and legs
to the point where any chance of escape would be almost
impossible. Three pairs of eyes
glared at her when she returned.
“Better make
yourselves comfortable,” she said calmly, feigning
a nonchalance she did not feel.
“We’re in for a rough
landing.” Moving to the
bulkhead separating the rear of the plane from the cockpit she settled herself
down among a bunch of duffle bags and waited.
Amy, Jia Li, and Melissa lay helplessly on
the floor of the plane. There
was no way that they could possible protect
themselves. They could only lie
helplessly and hope that Katie was able to land the plane as smoothly as
possible.
In the cockpit, von Stumpel strapped himself
into the navigator’s seat. He
could watch the two women at the controls quite well from there and he had
made sure that they had strapped themselves in securely before taking his
seat. If they tried any funny
business it would take them a few moments to unbuckle
themselves.
Katie and Larra were solidly focused on landing
the plane. Dealing with von Stumpel
would have to wait until they were safely
down. They had only a few minutes
of fuel left now and were desperately scanning the desert landscape for a
suitable landing site. They were
flying over a region of dunes. They
knew from bitter experience that despite their seemingly gentle appearance
the massive accumulations of sand were far from ideal landing
places. They needed an opening
in the unbroken sea of sand.
“There,” Larra
said. Her sharp eyes had spotted
something. Far ahead was a faint
pinpoint of green, shimmering in the desert
heat.
Katie
nodded. With a slight movement
at the controls she headed the aircraft in the direction Larra had
indicated. A few minutes later
they swept over a small oasis. It
was not the choice either of them would have made, but it offered a tiny
area of flat land that might just work.
“I don’t think we’ll find a
better spot,” said Katie.
“And it has water.”
“Then let’s do it,” Larra
replied. They were out of
time. Or rather out of
fuel. There was no point in crash
landing in the desert if they could find a suitable landing area, and the
JU 52 with its ability to land on short runways, was an accidental perfect
choice.
Katie’s comment also highlighted another
problem. The plane had no food
or water. The oasis had promise
of both. Katie maneuvered the
plane into the wind and headed toward the
oasis. She flew over it low and
slow, scouting out the potential landing area and then turned the plane in
a complete circle. “OK,
here goes.” The ground looked
even enough, but she knew it could hide all sorts of irregularities that
could result in disaster.
Von Stumpel watched anxiously as Katie headed
toward the ground. In the back
of the plane the other passengers waited in trepidation as Katie throttled
back, and then they were down.
It wasn’t as smooth a landing as Katie
would have liked. The plane touched
the uneven surface and promptly bounced thirty feet back into he
air. In the back of the plane,
the three bound women were hurled the length of the passenger compartment,
just missing Schallenberger who had been thrown into the
ceiling. Then the plane came
back down, bouncing again but not quite as
high. Several more bounces brought
the plane to a halt. Katie looked
at the fuel gauge. It was just
above empty.
“We’re down,” thought
Katie. “She started to unbuckle
her seat belt.
“Just a minute,
schlampe,” vone Stumpel
said. “I want you in that
seat until I am sure you aren’t going
anywhere.” He turned his
head and shouted into the back of the aircraft for
Schallenberger.
He had to shout several times before the
statuesque blonde appeared. She
was rubbing her head and cursing in
German. “Enough, Gertie,”
von Stumpel said. “Be thankful
you are still alive.” He
gestured toward Katie and Larra.
“Make sure these two are
secured. We don’t want them
going anywhere until we are sure that they won’t wander
off.” He trained the submachine
gun on the two women while Schallenberger did as she was
told.
Larra said nothing as Schallenberger bound
her hands behind her back. The
blonde German did a good job, pulling the knots so tight that Larra winced
with the pain. Once again she
was in the hands of her enemies.
Her plight was becoming depressingly
familiar. How long could she
hope to keep on escaping from one danger after
another? But she gave no sign
of how she felt. Head up and
alert, she clambered out of the cockpit and into the back of the
plane. Somehow she would find
a way to escape.
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