Adventures of the Aviatrix
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“Harder, fuck me harder!” You pant, more for Noah’s benefit than your own. Giuseppe nonetheless obliges, meeting your downward thrusts and driving up inside you. The pressure is building inside you and the added stimulation of his probing finger and your own fingertips as you tease your clitoris threatens to send you over the edge.
“Damn, that feels good.” Giuseppe groans and you wonder if he is closing in too. You grind yourself down on him, looking across at Noah as he silently pleasures himself in the darkness. His eyes are fixed on yours and you wonder if he is as thrilled knowing you are watching him as you are feeling his lustful gaze upon you.
“Don’t stop.” You purr, smiling across the room at him. “Come for me.” Oblivious to the voyeur, Giuseppe quickens his pace, slamming up inside you and panting breathlessly now.
“I’m close.” He groans. Your fingertips rub insistently at your sensitive clit as you pass the point of no return.
“Yes, yes!” You gasp, driving yourself down on his hard cock one final time, impaling yourself deeply before arching your back as a powerful surge of pleasure swells out from your pussy. Crying out, you shudder with each glorious pulse, your whole body tingling with orgasmic delight. Across the room, you can see Noah stiffen, clamping his free hand over his mouth to silence his own moans as he too reaches his climax.
“I’m coming!” Giuseppe announces with a roar. He tenses beneath you and the sensation of his thick cock spurting inside you seems to intensify your own orgasm. Your bodies tremble in ecstasy until you finally slump forward onto his legs, panting for breath. After a moment, he gently withdraws his finger from your ass and you gingerly climb off him. With a cursory glance at the now apparently slumbering form of Noah, you collapse onto the bed beside Giuseppe.
“You’re a hell of a lay, Elyse.” He grins, his teeth glinting in the shaft of moonlight shining through the drapes.
“Gee, thanks.” You reply sarcastically. “Nice to know I have skills.” He chuckles and rolls over and within moments begins to softly snore. “Great.” You mutter, before rolling over and drifting off to sleep yourself.
The next morning, you stir and climb out of bed, stretching out your arms. Noah looks a little bleary-eyed and you guess he had a pretty rough night’s sleep. You can hear the shower running in the bathroom. A few moments later it stops and Giuseppe emerges, his dark hair wet and a towel wrapped around his waist.
“Good morning sweetheart.” He grins. “Time to get paid.” He glances at Noah with disdain. “Do we really need to bring this asshole with us?”
Take Noah with you
Leave him behind
“Okay, but if I’m walking with a limp tomorrow, I’m gonna kick you in the balls.” You grumble, climbing off him.
“I’ll be gentle.” Giuseppe replies with a hint of a smirk as he withdraws his finger from your ass. Holding Noah’s gaze, you drop onto all fours while Giuseppe scrambles up behind you. You flinch as you feel him press the broad crown to your tight opening and apply pressure. Having loosened you up with his finger and with his cock well lubricated with your juices, the tight ring of muscle yields and he slips inside.
“Damn, that feels big!” You gasp, bowing your head and wincing as he stretches you.
“Just relax.” Giuseppe tells you, his hands grasping your hips as he slips a little further inside you.
“Easy for you to say.” You groan. As he slowly works his thick shaft back and forth, sliding it deeper each time, the initial discomfort gives way to pleasure and you begin to softly moan.
“You like that, huh?” Giuseppe chuckles.
“Yeah.” You gasp, beginning to push back against him as he thrusts in and out of your stretched ass. Lifting your head, you glance at Noah, who is stroking himself even more rapidly beneath the sheet. His eyes are fixed on you and you smile, enjoying his lustful gaze as you rock forward with each thrust of Giuseppe’s cock.
“Goddamn, you’re tight.” Giuseppe grunts. “Ain’t gonna last long.”
“Touch me.” You tell him, not wanting him to climax before you do. “Use your fingers.” You feel his hand slide around from your hip before sliding up to grasp a breast and roughly knead it. “No, for chrissakes! My pussy!” You rebuke him impatiently. Stung, he swiftly slides his hand down and slips it between your legs. His fingers dip inside you before playing over your sensitive button. His touch is far from cultured, but his roughness has a certain appeal and you are soon moaning with pleasure as he brings you swiftly towards your climax.
“You close?” He groans, his breathing labored and uneven. You nod breathlessly, your fingers digging into the mattress. You glance up at Noah who is quaking beneath the sheet. The sight of him silently climaxing sends you racing to your own.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop!” You pant as he continues to drive into your ass while rubbing at your clit. As the wonderful heat between your thighs becomes a raging inferno, you stiffen before shrieking with pleasure as the warmth spreads through your body. As your sphincter clamps down on Giuseppe’s cock, he cannot hold back any more and bellows with release as he erupts deep in your bowels. You both tremble and shudder in the throes of ecstasy until sated, you slump forward onto the bed, his softening cock slipping from between your buttocks. He collapses next to you and you both lie together, panting for breath before drifting off to sleep.
The next morning, you stir and climb out of bed, stretching out your arms. Noah looks a little bleary-eyed and you guess the couch is as uncomfortable as it looks. You can hear the shower running in the bathroom. A few moments later it stops and Giuseppe emerges, his dark hair wet and a towel wrapped around his waist.
“Good morning sweetheart.” He grins. “Time to get paid.” He glances at Noah with disdain. “Do we really need to bring this asshole with us?”
“Don’t mention assholes.” You wince, your own feeling a little tender.
“Sorry.” He smirks. “So what do you say we leave our friend here behind?”
Take Noah with you
Leave him behind
“He might be useful.” You sigh reluctantly. “He should be able to get us aboard the Herkules at least.”
“I guess so.” Giuseppe grimaces, before glancing at Noah. “C’mon.”
You make your way to the harbor. Ships of all shapes and sizes are moored against the quayside and just as when you had arrived a day before, the place is a hive of activity. Dockworkers scurry about, cranes whine overhead and trucks drive in and out as the freighters holds are either filled or emptied.
“Where’s the Herkules?” Giuseppe asks Noah.
“A little further.” He replies. You pass another couple of huge cargo ships before reaching a smaller vessel.
“There she is.” Noah tells you, pointing at the nameplate on her bow: ‘Herkules’. To her stern, the red flag of Nazi Germany with a black swastika against a white circle flutters in the sea breeze. There doesn’t seem to be anyone above decks. Maybe this won’t be so hard after all.
“Get us aboard.” You tell him.
“And don’t try anything stupid, mac.” Giuseppe growls, opening his jacket and showing Noah his pistol in his shoulder holster. “It’ll be the last you ever do.” Noah blanches and nods before leading the way up a gangplank which creaks as you both follow him up onto the deck. Noah steps to one side as you come aboard before abruptly turning and swinging his fist into the side of Giuseppe’s head. Giuseppe reels away, cursing, but Noah has already snatched the pistol from his shoulder holster and backs slowly away, the gun leveled at the gangster’s head.
“Don’t try anything stupid.” Noah grins, mockingly echoing his warning. “Now get out of here before I put a bullet in that thick skull of yours.” Giuseppe glares up at Noah before slowly stepping back down the gangplank.
“Sorry, sweetheart.” He flashes you a rueful smile before turning and walking away down the dock, disappearing amongst the hustle and bustle of the harbor.
“I’m sorry too.” Noah murmurs b
ehind you before you feel the butt of his pistol smash into the back of your head. You crumple to the floor, your vision fading to black.
Your eyes flick open and you wince, immediately closing them again, your head aching.
“Goddamn it.” You groan, trying to reach up to nurse what is sure to be quite a lump, but finding your wrists are tied to the chair you are sitting on. Tentatively opening your eyes, you take in your surroundings. Riveted deck plates and bulkheads with no windows. The smell of oil and sweat. A compartment below decks, perhaps in the ship’s hold. There’s nothing or no one else in the room. Finding your ankles as well as your wrists are bound to the chair, you strain against them but they are tight and secure. You can feel the rhythmical movement of the deck beneath you and realize with a start that you must be at sea. Suppressing the fear that threatens to overwhelm you, you take a deep breath and consider your options.
Shout out
Wait for your captors to reveal themselves
Figuring your captors will reveal themselves in due course, you grimace and lean back in the chair, gazing across the bare compartment at the sturdy door opposite as you wait patiently, wondering just what the hell you have gotten yourself into this time.
After what feels like several hours have passed, but is perhaps less than one, the locking wheel turns and the door swings open with a creak. You peer into the darkness beyond before your eyes widen as a woman steps into the compartment. She wears the black uniform of a Nazi SS officer, which seems to have been immaculately tailored to her tall, athletic and yet feminine figure. Her pale blue eyes and platinum blonde hair would make her a poster girl for Hitler’s Aryan ideal while her lipstick matches the crimson of the Nazi armband around her left arm. She gazes coolly at you before crossing the room towards you, her leather jackboots creaking slightly as she approaches.
“You’ve caused us a great deal of trouble, Fraulein.” She tells you, her German accented English clipped and abrupt.
“Sorry about that.” You reply with a cocky grin. She chuckles at your insolence before removing her cap, the silver death’s head SS symbol glinting in the dim light. Her blonde hair is braided and pinned neatly behind her head. Tucking her cap under her arm, she walks slowly around you.
“Allow me to introduce myself.” She continues. “I am Gruppenführer Helga Kunst. As commander of this mission, I find myself having to decide your fate.” She pauses and places her hand on your shoulder before stepping back before you. “Some of my subordinates think we should simply shoot you and throw you overboard.” Again, she pauses for effect. “But I think you might be more useful to us alive.” Her blue eyes meet yours and she holds your gaze. “Herr Wheatley, tells me you are an aviatrix, like Amelia Earhart.” She smiles. “I always admired her. She was a courageous pioneer and a shining example of what a modern woman can achieve. Her disappearance was a tragedy, so it would be a great pity if you shared her fate.”
“What do you want from me?” You growl impatiently.
“Your friend seems to hold you in high esteem.” She tells you. “Herr Wheatley tells us you were instrumental in assisting him in retrieving the compass. Perhaps you could be useful to us too when we reach our destination.”
“And where are we going, exactly?” You ask her.
“Wherever the compass takes us.” Helga replies before chuckling at your surprised expression. “You thought it was broken! No, the needle points in the direction of a lost island. The location of an ancient and mystical artifact.”
“An artifact?” You ask. “What artifact?”
“The nature of it is lost in the mists of time, but we know it is powerful.” She tells you earnestly. “Too powerful for the ancient people who first discovered it, which is why it was hidden, lost and forgotten.”
“I’m a little old for fairytales, sister.” You sneer.
“I can understand why you might be a little skeptical.” She shrugs. “You’ve come this far. Join us and see this through to the end. You might yet be useful to us.”
“I’m no traitor.” You tell her firmly.
“I’m not asking you to be.” Helga replies. “Just give me your word you won’t try any mischief and you can have the freedom of the ship. A cabin would be far more comfortable than your current quarters.”
Agree
Refuse
“I don’t think so.” You tell her. “You stand for everything I despise.”
“A woman of principals.” She frowns. “No matter how misguided, I can respect that.” She shrugs before backing away towards the door and barking something in German. Two Nazi troopers file past her, their flinty eyes regarding you coldly. They step towards you and each draws a knife, the razor sharp edges of their blades glinting in the dim light. Your heart is in your mouth before they each stoop and cut the cords binding your wrists and ankles. Hauling you roughly to your feet, they drag you through the door and through a maze of passageways and up staircases before you emerge into bright sunshine on deck. You shield your eyes, the rolling waves of the ocean all around you. One of the troopers growls something in German and you are pushed up against the railing running down the side of the ship.
“A pity.” Helga smiles, leaning casually against the wall behind them. “Fertig…” The two troopers draw pistols from their holsters. “Zielen…” Your eyes widen as they both aim at your head.
“Wait!” You hear a familiar voice and Noah runs across the deck, standing before you with his hands raised. “Stop! Don’t do this!”
“Your friend has made her position very clear, Herr Wheatley.” Helga shrugs. “She is of no use to us.”
“She can be!” He implores her. “C’mon, there’s no need to execute her!” The two troopers lower their lugers slightly and glance questioningly over their shoulders at the blonde.
“I need to hear it from her lips.” Helga replies with a sigh. All eyes turn to you.
“C’mon Elyse, play along.” Noah murmurs. “No sense in dying for nothing.”
Submit
Refuse
“I’m no collaborator.” You snap, gazing accusingly at Noah. His eyes widen and he slowly shakes his head in disbelief.
“You stupid, stubborn bitch.” He replies sadly before taking a step back. “So be it!” He turns and walks away along the deck.
“Zielen.” Helga calls out. The two lugers snap back up, the muzzles pointed at your head. “Feuer!”
THE END
Go back a few moments and rethink your actions
“I guess I’ll have to square it with my conscience.” You sigh. The two troopers glance over their shoulders at Helga.
“Then welcome aboard the Herkules.” She smiles at you before turning and walking away. The troopers holster their lugers and follow her.
“Guess you owe me one.” Noah grins, leaning casually against the railing.
Thank him
Punch him
You swing your fist into Noah’s jaw, his head snapping to one side as he staggers away to the sound of raucous laughter from the sailors and crewman. He straightens, holding his jaw, his face glowing red.
“What the hell?!” He objects.
“I owe you one?” You growl. “Really? How about you owe me a thousand bucks and a goddamn plane for that matter, you son of a bitch!”
“I guess.” Noah concedes. “Look, I feel just awful about how I stole the compass from you. Truth is, I never had the thousand bucks to pay you. I’d have paid you eventually, but I needed the compass first.”
“Why didn’t you just tell me that from the start?” You reply.
“Would you really have flown me across the island and risked your life finding the compass with nothing but a promise from a stranger?” He asks.
“I guess not.” You admit.
“Listen, I’ve got a bottle of gin back in my cabin.” Noah smiles. “How about we go open it and try to put all this behind us, eh?”
Not like you have anything better to do
No way
“Listen, why don’t you let me make it up to you?” Noah grins. “It could be a long voyage and I could do with a pal.”
“Looks like you’ve plenty of friends already.” You murmur pointedly as a pair of troopers walk by, rifles slung over their shoulders.
“I’m no Nazi.” Noah replies, keeping his voice low. “They’re a means to an end, that’s all.”
“You any idea what you’re even searching for?” You ask him.
“Not exactly,” He winces, “But it’s powerful… and priceless.”
“The whole story sounds like a pile of horseshit to me.” You reply, shaking your head. “Reckon we’re all blindly following a needle on a busted compass.”
“I hope you’re wrong.” Noah grimaces, ashen faced. “It’d be me facing a firing squad if there’s nothing at the end of this.” He brightens and glances at you. “Listen, I’ve got a bottle of gin back in my quarters. Whaddya say we have a few glasses and bury the hatchet, eh?”
“This sounds familiar.” You reply, rolling your eyes.
“Just a drink, I promise.” He grins.
Not like you have anything better to do
No way
“I don’t think so, pal.” You growl. “Last time you suggested a few drinks, you robbed me and did a disappearing act.” Noah’s confident smile falters and he slowly nods.
“Just a thought.” He shrugs. “I’ll show you to your quarters.”
You follow Noah back into the interior of the ship, walking along a passageway until he pauses ahead of you.