“This is you.” He gestures towards a door, his tone a little sullen.
“Thanks.” You nod, stepping through the door and closing it behind you. The cabin is cramped and spartan with just a metal bed and locker with a small adjoining bathroom through a narrow door to one side. Exhausted after the events of the past few hours, you undress and climb into bed, falling into a deep sleep within minutes.
You awake to the sound of footsteps thumping past on the deck outside your cabin. Hearing excited chattering from the German sailors, you climb wearily from your bed, pull on your clothes and open your cabin door. As you step out into the passageway, one of the sailors hurries past you and you call out to him.
“Hey, you speak English?”
“Ja. A little.” He replies distractedly, obviously keen to continue on his way.
Ask him what’s happening
Ask him where Noah or Helga are
“Guess I don’t have much choice.” You grumble. Helga smiles and nods before slipping her hand inside her black uniform jacket. You hear a click and see a flash of steel as she brandishes a switchblade. She steps forward and carefully slips the glinting blade between the arms of the chair and your wrists before slicing through the cord. You massage your wrists as she stoops, cutting the bonds at your ankles too.
“There, much more civilized.” Helga grins, retracting the blade and slipping it back inside her jacket. “Welcome aboard the Herkules.” Her eyes meet yours and she reaches out and strokes your shoulder. “I can see why he likes you, you’re an attractive woman.” She purrs.
Shrug her hand off your shoulder
Flirt back
You twist your body, her hand slipping off your shoulder.
“You’re not my type, sweetheart.” You growl, narrowing your eyes. Helga laughs and takes a step backwards.
“A pity, you don’t know what you’re missing.” She shrugs. “No matter. Come, let’s get some fresh air.” You climb to your feet and follow Helga out of the compartment. Outside the door, two troopers stand guard.
“Heil Hitler.” They both bark in unison, snapping to attention and crisply raising their right arms diagonally in salute.
“Heil Hitler.” Helga answers. You follow her through the maze of passageways and staircases before emerging into the sunshine on deck.
“Elyse!” You hear a familiar voice. Shielding your eyes from the glare, you can see Noah leaning casually against the railing, the rolling waves of the ocean undulating behind him. “Are you okay?”
“She is quite unharmed.” Helga replies. “Fraulein Blake has wisely agreed to assist us in our quest.”
“I’m glad.” Noah smiles, his relief palpable.
“Herr Wheatley will show you to your quarters.” Helga tells you stiffly before striding off along the deck, the sailors snapping to attention as she passes.
“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry I’ve gotten you caught up in this mess.” Noah tells you as you join him, leaning on the railing and staring out at the distant horizon.
“Your apology’s not worth a thousand bucks and a plane.” You growl before glancing sideways at him. “But I guess it’s a start.” Noah, flashes you a rueful grin.
“Listen, I’ve got a bottle of gin back in my cabin.” He murmurs tentatively. “What do you say we go open it and try to put all this behind us, eh?”
Not like you have anything better to do
No way
“You’re not so bad yourself… for a Nazi fascist.” You flash her a smile. Helga raises an eyebrow and smirks.
“Perhaps we have more in common than you might think.” She murmurs. “Come with me, let’s get some fresh air.” You climb to your feet and follow Helga out of the compartment. Outside the door, two troopers stand guard.
“Heil Hitler.” They both bark in unison, snapping to attention and raising their right arms in salute.
“Heil Hitler.” Helga answers. You follow her through the maze of passageways and staircases before emerging into the sunshine on deck.
“Elyse!” You hear a familiar voice. Shielding your eyes from the glare, you can see Noah leaning casually against the railing, the rolling waves of the ocean undulating behind him. “Are you okay?”
“She is quite unharmed.” Helga replies. “Fraulein Blake has wisely agreed to assist us in our quest.”
“I’m glad.” Noah smiles, his relief palpable.
“As we are the only two women aboard,” Helga tells you, “I think it would be wise if you were to stay with me for the duration of our voyage. There is plenty of room in my cabin…” There is a twinkle in her icy blue eyes and her lips curl in a subtle but lascivious smile.
Okay
You draw the line at sleeping with the enemy
“I can look after myself.” You shrug. “If any of your goons try anything, they’ll regret it.”
“As you wish.” Helga replies coldly, turning and walking away. You glance over at Noah.
“Nice friends you’ve got.” You tell him.
“They’re not my friends.” Noah replies, pushing off the railing and moving towards you. “Just… convenient business associates. Look, I’m sorry for getting you mixed up in all this. I should have been honest with you from the start. I never had the thousand bucks to pay you and I needed that compass. I’d have settled my debt once I’d have recovered the artifact. I still will. I’ll pay for a new plane too.”
“You’d better.” You growl. “Though I still think this is nothing but a wild goose chase.”
“I hope not.” Noah grimaces, looking out to sea. “I get the impression Gruppenführer Kunst is not the kind of woman to take disappointment well.” He turns back to you. “Listen, I’ve got a bottle of gin back in my cabin.” He 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
“Sure.” You shrug nonchalantly.
“Wunderbar.” Helga smiles. “We shall be like sisters. Come.” She steps back through the door and you follow her through the ship. Opening a door, she beckons you inside. You step through and find yourself within her surprisingly spacious cabin. There is a large bed, a desk, a locker and large windows commanding a view out over the ocean.
“It’s usually the captain’s quarters, but he was… persuaded to loan his cabin to me for the duration of the mission.” Helga smiles. “Please, make yourself at home.”
“I could use a bath.” You tell her, glancing down at your grubby skin and grimy fingernails.
“Please.” Helga gestures to an interior door.
You run the bath and lie there, soaking your weary body in the warm water as vapor rises around you, filling the whole room in a fine mist. While you are less than comfortable with aiding the Nazis, it certainly has its perks. Feeling rejuvenated, you climb out of the tub and towel dry your hair before wrapping the towel around your body and stepping out of the bathroom.
“Oh!” You gasp in surprise. Helga is lying on her side on the bed, propping herself up on an elbow and grinning across at you. Her braids hang loose around her shoulders and her SS uniform has been replaced by a dark red satin bra with a matching garter belt and sheer silk stockings. Your eyes widen when you notice the blonde curls between her legs. While you were under no illusions as to why the Nazi commander had invited you to stay with her, you hadn’t expected her to be quite so overt in her advances.
Be coy and diffident
Be bold and confident
You grin and allow the towel to drop to the floor. It is Helga’s turn to be surprised, her eyes widening as you stand naked before her.
“Beautiful.” She purrs as you approach the bed.
“So are you.” You breathe, the bed creaking as you join her. “I love your lingerie.”
“I picked it up in a boutique in Paris last summer.” She replies as you lie next to her, facing her and mirroring her pose.
“You’ll have to go back and ask for the pantie
s to match.” You smile, your eyes flicking pointedly down to the exposed curls.
“I might have the opportunity sooner than you think.” Helga chuckles enigmatically before reaching for you, her hand gliding along the contour of your arm and shoulder. You stretch out your own hand and stroke her face, your fingertips slipping into her hair. She smiles and you lean forward, kissing her on the lips. As you pull away, a low moan escapes her pouting lips. The sensual woman next to you is a far cry from the hard faced SS officer you first met. You kiss her again, her warm lips parting as your tongues flick tentatively against each other. Her hand slides up to the nape of your neck, her fingers entwining in your hair as she pulls you to her. As you feel the warmth of her body pressing against yours, your pussy tingles with excitement.
“And to think I was dreading this dull voyage.” Helga murmurs, breaking the kiss. You smile and roll her onto her back. She squeals with a mixture of surprise and delight as you climb on top of her.
“Shhh.” You smile before pressing your lips back to hers, kissing her passionately. When you pull away, her chest is heaving with excitement.
“I thought I was the one seducing you.” Helga purrs, gazing up at you, her blonde braids lying on the bed to each side of her head. You gaze down, admiring her slim frame and her small, firm breasts, her cleavage accentuated by her red satin bra. As you glance past the matching lace and satin garter belt at the delicate pink folds between her legs, you salivate at the thought of tasting her.
Go down on her
Use your fingers instead
Instead, you reach across her chest and cup a breast, gently massaging it through the flimsy fabric of her bra. Helga moans with pleasure, her pale blue eyes meeting yours.
“You have a delicate touch.” She breathes.
“I haven’t even gotten started yet.” You grin, playfully pinching the outline of her engorged nipple through the red satin. She gasps and shivers with delight. Chuckling, you slide your hand lower, allowing your fingers to roam over her toned stomach. As you pass the narrow lacy garter belt, you lean across and kiss her again. She moans softly as your tongue slips between her lips. As she responds, your fingertips brush through her curls to her slit. The humid heat radiating from between her thighs makes your pulse race and you kiss her harder.
“Do it.” She tells you huskily, her lips sliding across your cheek to your ear. “Touch me. Use your fingers.” You smile and nod, tracing the length of her slit with your forefinger for a moment. Squirming, she lifts her hips up off the bed.
“Do it.” Helga repeats, this time with a note of desperation in her voice. With your own pussy tingling, you press a little harder, your fingers slipping inside her sodden opening. She moans hotly, her chest heaving with excitement. You kiss again as you begin to work your fingers at her pussy. Her tongue flicks over yours as you melt in each other’s arms. She caresses your cheek before her hand slides downwards, exploring your body. She cups a breast, lightly flicking her thumb over your swollen nipple.
“That feels good.” You moan, breaking the kiss. Helga smiles weakly, her breathing quickening as you rhythmically work your fingers back and forth inside her.
“Your fingers feel even better.” She murmurs. “Keep going, it feels incredible.” You nod and do just that, your fingers now wet with her juices. Helga’s hand leaves your breast and glides down past your stomach. You squirm with excitement as her fingertips brush through your pubic hair. With your heart thumping in your chest, you part your legs in eager anticipation. As her fingertips find your clitoris, you stiffen, gasping with delight. Her teeth glint in the low light as she smiles, her fingertips rhythmically rubbing at your sensitive little nub.
“Yes, yes, just like that.” You moan, opening your legs wider. As your own arousal builds, your hand works faster between her legs, squelching wetly now. Her pale blue eyes gaze desperately into yours as her breathing becomes increasingly ragged and uneven. Her fingers freeze on your clit, her body tensing up and her mouth dropping open.
“Jaaa!” Helga gasps, her body bucking beside you as she reaches her climax. You watch enthralled as she shudders and quakes, panting with each surge of pleasure. When her orgasm finally subsides, she relaxes, smiling broadly.
“Fantastisch.” She murmurs as she catches her breath.
Sit on her face
Allow her to finish you with her hand
“Keep going.” You murmur as she recovers. Helga nods and her fingertips resume gently rubbing your clitoris. Moaning with delight, you roll onto your back, luxuriating in her attention.
“Does that feel good?” She grins, her hand moving faster now. You nod, pulling her to you and kissing her passionately. Her fingers rub insistently at your sensitive little nub as her tongue delicately flicks against yours. She breaks the kiss, her blue eyes glinting with mischief as she kisses her way down your throat. Her lips brush across the soft swell of your chest before lingering on your left breast and drawing your nipple into her mouth.
“Uhh, yeah.” You breathe, stroking her head as you feel her tongue flick and swirl around the hardened bud of your nipple. Her fingers work feverishly at your pussy, alternating between slipping inside you and teasing your clit. You gaze down into her eyes as she kisses her way across your chest and runs her tongue around the areola of your other nipple. The combination of delicious sensations has your pulse racing and the tension building in your loins.
“That feels amazing.” You tell her breathlessly. Helga’s fingers continue to strum your clit and you can feel your heart pounding in your chest as she brings you relentlessly to the brink. Your fingers tighten in her hair, clutching her to your breast as your body stiffens. Lifting your pelvis off the bed, you cry out in ecstasy as she brings you to your orgasm. Helga pulls away from your chest, studying your face as you quake with each powerful pulse of pleasure. Your gasping cries fill the cabin before finally trailing off.
“You see the benefits of working together?” Helga purrs. “How do you say…? Ah, ‘You scratch my back, I scratch yours’.”
“You seemed a little more preoccupied with my front than my back.” You smirk, cocking an eyebrow. She chuckles and draws you to her. Lying in each other’s embrace, you enjoy the soft warmth of her body against yours as you both drift off to sleep.
You awake to the sound of a commotion outside the cabin. Footsteps thump past in the passageway beyond the door and you can hear sailors calling out to each other outside. While you don’t understand German, they seem excited by something. You roll over but find you are now alone in the bed. You sit up, noticing Helga’s lingerie lying discarded on the floor. Climbing out of bed, you quickly pull on your clothes before stepping out into the passageway. A sailor comes rushing past you.
“Hey Herr Popeye, you speak English?” You call out.
“Ja. A little.” He replies distractedly, obviously keen to continue on his way.
Ask him what’s happening
Ask him where Noah or Helga are
You kiss her again. When Helga kisses you back, you pull away, just out of reach. She cranes her head towards you, but you again move just out of reach.
“Stop teasing me.” She murmurs with just a subtle note of irritation. You chuckle and kiss her again, this time dragging your lips across her cheek and nibbling at her ear. Helga giggles, her steely façade slipping away as she relaxes, enjoying your attention. The faint aroma of her perfume fills your nostrils as your lips brush against the soft skin at the side of her neck. Moving slowly downwards, you kiss across her collarbone, resisting the temptation to move directly to her breasts. Helga’s breathing quickens and she squirms in anticipation.
“I think you’ve done this before.” She breathes as you reach the soft swell of her chest, the exquisitely tailored bra pressing her mounds together.
“You think so, huh?” You chuckle, kissing the tops of one breast and then the other. You move lower, your lips brushing across the red satin of the bra cups. Her nipples are swollen and h
ard and you playfully trap one between your lips through the fabric.
“Uhhh, ja!” Helga moans, reaching for you, her hand sliding around the back of your head. You move lower, kissing your way down her stomach to the top of the garter belt. Knowing you are just moments away from tasting her, your own excitement rapidly builds. As you pass the garter belt, your lips brushing her soft blonde curls, the smell of her arousal makes your pussy tingle. She stretches her legs open as you reach her delicate folds, her rose colored lips glistening wet. Your eyes flick up to meet hers as she peers down at you.
“Do it.” She murmurs huskily. “Bitte.” You smile before extending your tongue and gently dabbing at her slit. Helga’s mouth drops open and she lets out a tiny sigh while your pulse races as you taste her sweet juices. You slide your tongue the length of her wet furrow as your own arousal consumes you.
“Ja, ja!” She gasps as you run your tongue up and down. The tingle from your pussy becomes increasingly insistent and you thrust a hand between your thighs, rubbing at your clit as you enthusiastically plunge your tongue inside Helga’s slit.
“Fantastisch!” She groans, her hands roughly squeezing her breasts through the bra, her head rocking from side to side as she revels in your attention. You are breathless with desire as you pleasure her, the taste of her juices intoxicating. Helga’s moans become shrill cries and you realize you are rapidly bringing her to her climax. Your fingers work faster at your clit as you flick your tongue over hers, enjoying each breathless gasp and pant as she closes in. Abruptly, her eyes widen, her body tenses and she falls silent.
“Ich kommen!” She gasps a moment later, her hips rising off the bed. Her clit twitches against your tongue as she trembles in ecstasy, her cries filling the cabin. You continue to gently swipe your tongue up and down her folds until she finally relaxes. Gently kissing her clit, you pull away, wiping her juices from your lips before grinning up at her.
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