“The captain has your reward as promised.” She tells him. “Two of his men are carrying it up.”
“Swell.” Giuseppe grins. “Well, it’s been a pleasure doing business with you, Gruppenführer Kunst. Tell them to put it aboard my plane and Elyse and I will be on our way.”
“Wait!” Helga calls out, reaching out to grab your arm before leaning close. “Why don’t you come with me? You’re a resourceful woman. I could use your skills on the next expedition. The führer seeks a number of artifacts and while the dagger eluded us, I would be more confident of future success with you by my side.”
“Elyse is no Nazi!” Giuseppe objects, stepping forward. “Don’t listen to her, doll. Come back to Chicago with me.”
Go with Helga
Go with Giuseppe
Not wanting to break the spell, you continue, sliding your lips back and forth along Giuseppe’s straining cock while Helga’s fingers, slippery with your juices, work at your sensitive clit.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” Helga murmurs, her lips brushing your ear. “I think with you I have found a kindred spirit: A woman who bravely seeks pleasure wherever and however she wants, despite the archaic morality of the world. Now come for me!” Her fingertips work frantically at your clitoris now and you feel the glorious sensation as the tension within you is released. You pull Giuseppe’s cock from your mouth and cry out in ecstasy while he lets out a groan of frustration.
“No, no, I’m so close!” He gasps. Wild with lust, you guide him back between your lips, sucking him and bucking against Helga’s hand as your orgasm consumes you. You frantically stroke Giuseppe’s shaft and he lasts only a few more moments before you feel the crown swell in your mouth. He roars with release as the first hot spurt of come blasts across your tongue. As your body trembles with the last few pulses of your orgasm, you gently suck on the tip, enjoying the salty warmth of his seed filling your mouth. When his deep grunts become breathless pants, you allow his softening shaft to slip from your lips before gulping down the mouthful. Helga pulls her glistening fingers from between your thighs and smiles at you both.
“That was incredible.” She breathes.
“I think that’s my line, sweetheart.” Giuseppe grins weakly. Once you have all recovered, you wearily pull your clothes back on. Giuseppe grins broadly while Helga runs her fingers through her disheveled hair.
“We should wait outside.” She announces, stepping through the door. “Come.”
“I think we just did.” Giuseppe murmurs under his breath with a conspiratorial wink. As you both follow Helga out to the jetty, you gaze out to sea and spot the conning tower of a U boat breaking through the waves. The gray hull glistens as it slowly moves through the water towards you, drawing alongside the seaplane on the other side of the jetty. The hinges of a hatch squeal as it swings open on the dorsal side of the vessel and a grizzly looking sailor appears, his eyes the same gray as his vessel.
“Permission to come aboard, Captain.” Helga calls up to him.
“It would be an honor to have you aboard, Gruppenführer Kunst.” He replies stiffly, the exchange in English presumably for your benefit.
“It’s been a pleasure.” Helga grins, her gaze flicking from Giuseppe to linger on you. She chews her lower lip, deep in thought. “Why don’t you come with me?” She murmurs. “You’re a resourceful woman. I could use your skills on the next expedition. The führer seeks a number of artifacts and while the dagger eluded us, I would be more confident of future success with you by my side.”
“Elyse is no Nazi!” Giuseppe objects, stepping forward. “Don’t listen to her, doll. Come back to Chicago with me.”
Go with Helga
Go with Giuseppe
“I don’t think so.” You glower at them both before turning and stepping out of the shack. As you walk back along the splintered and broken boardwalk leading to the jetty, you hear Helga gasp with delight immediately followed by Giuseppe’s deeper grunts of pleasure. Scowling, you hurry as far from their shack as you can, returning to the jetty and leaning on the side of the seaplane, gazing out to sea. You hum to yourself to drown out the increasingly vocal pants and moans of your amorous companions.
It comes as something of a relief when you spot the conning tower of a U boat breaking through the waves out to sea. The gray hull glistens as it slowly moves through the water towards you, drawing alongside the seaplane on the other side of the jetty.
“Your friends are here!” You call out gruffly. A few moments later, Helga emerges, buttoning up her uniform, smoothing her disheveled hair down and pulling her cap back on. Giuseppe is just behind her, grinning broadly, his hair just as disheveled as hers and a sheen of perspiration on his brow.
“You’re a goddamned dog, you know that?” You scowl at him as he reaches you. He shrugs unashamedly while Helga smirks. A hatch squeals on its hinges on top of the U boat and a grizzly looking sailor appears, his eyes the same gray as his vessel.
“Permission to come aboard, Captain.” Helga calls up to him.
“It would be an honor to have you aboard, Gruppenführer Kunst.” He replies stiffly, the exchange in English presumably for your benefit.
“It’s been a pleasure.” Helga grins at Giuseppe before she turns to you. “And you? What now for an Aviatrix without a plane? Come with me. You’re a resourceful woman. I could use your skills on the next expedition. The führer seeks a number of artifacts and while the dagger eluded us, I would be more confident of future success with you by my side.”
“Elyse is no Nazi!” Giuseppe objects. “Don’t listen to her, doll. Come back to Chicago with me.”
Go with Helga
Go with Giuseppe
While Helga’s proposal is enticing, you couldn’t in all conscience work with for the Nazis.
“Thanks for the offer, but Giuseppe’s right.” You tell Helga. “I’m not your girl.”
“A pity.” She replies sadly. “Then Auf Weidersehen, Fraulein Blake. I wonder if our paths might cross again.” A pair of sailors step down from the U Boat and drop a heavy crate on the jetty. One glances at Giuseppe and lifts the lid. Giuseppe leans forward and whistles as the sun glints off the neatly stacked gold bars within, each stamped with a swastika.
“Just as well you can melt those down.” You chuckle as the sailors replace the lid and load it onto the seaplane.
“The Reich thanks you for your assistance.” Helga smiles before leaning across and kissing Giuseppe on the cheek. With that, she turns and one of the sailors helps her up onto the U boat where they disappear below decks, the hatch clanking shut behind them. You both watch as the vessel slips back out to sea before disappearing beneath the waves.
“C’mon, sweetheart, let’s get out of here.” Giuseppe grins.
Once you are airborne, you stare out of the cockpit window. Watching as the orange and reds of the sunset sky darken, giving way to deep blue and then black as night falls, you reflect on a wild few days. Giuseppe glances across at you and finally breaks the silence.
“You know, Prohibition might be a distant memory, but we could still use a skilled pilot with a healthy disregard for the law. Whaddaya say?”
Return to a life of crime
Return to the Caribbean
While you’re uneasy with the prospect of working with the Nazis, the prospect of seeking out more mythical artifacts in faraway lands is too enticing to turn down.
“Sure.” You shrug nonchalantly at Helga. “Why not?”
“Wunderbar.” She smiles. “We make quite the team and I look forward to many more expeditions together.”
“Suit yourself, doll.” Giuseppe shrugs. A pair of sailors emerge from the U boat with his reward, a crate of gold, loading it onto his plane. When they return, they help you and Helga aboard the U boat. As you step towards the hatch, you glance back at the jetty. Giuseppe has already gone and a moment later, the seaplane’s engines splutter to life. You watch as it moves slowly forward, the whine of the propellers increa
sing as she leaves the island in her wake. The plane picks up speed, cutting through the waves before the nose lifts and she climbs high into the cloudless sky.
“Come.” Helga smiles, helping you down into the U boat.
You spend the next few months traveling to far flung exotic countries with Helga, seeking mythical treasures in a sprawling temple half claimed by jungle in Cambodia, beneath the sands of the Valley of Kings in Egypt and in ancient and remote villages in the foothills of the Andes in Peru. A year later, war breaks out in Europe and you feel increasingly uneasy in assisting the Nazis. When the US joins the war, you are branded a collaborator and an enemy of the state. Knowing you will be executed as a traitor if captured, you have no choice but to remain with the Nazis. In 1945, after the fall of Berlin, you and Helga are already making a desperate attempt to slip past the allied forces and make your way to South America where many of the surviving high ranking Nazis have already fled. Your luck doesn’t hold out.
“Well I’ll be damned!” You hear a familiar voice drawl as you are both dragged from the car you had hotwired, steam pouring from the radiator where a squad of American troopers had riddled it with bullets when you refused to stop at a checkpoint.
“Shit.” You murmur, looking into the grinning face of Giuseppe D’Abruzzo. Or Sergeant D’Abruzzo as he now appears to be, dressed in his drab green uniform with a rifle slung over his shoulder.
“What are the chances, eh?” He chuckles swaggering towards you as both you and Helga are turned around and roughly pushed against the side of the car, your hands pulled behind your backs and your wrists bound with cord. “Ain’t karma a bitch?!”
THE END
With your plane lost somewhere in the darkest Amazon, you guess with your choices somewhat limited, going back to your former life makes a lot of sense.
“Sure, why not.” You reply after a moment.
“Swell, just swell.” Giuseppe grins. “It’ll be just like before. No. Better than it was before, you wait and see! There’s a war coming and that means opportunity. You’re gonna be rich, Elyse. Filthy, stinkin’ rich!”
For a few years at least, he was right. War broke out in Europe and with a burgeoning black market, there was plenty of money to be made. Then the US entered the war, Giuseppe got drafted and his sister, Valentina took his place as your boss. She’d never liked how close you were to her brother and with a cruel streak a mile wide, you always wondered if it was her who tipped the cops off. Whether she did or not, they were waiting for you when you landed just outside Chicago with a plane full of contraband. Your trial made the newspapers and perhaps looking to make an example, the judge issued a harsh sentence.
Lying there in your cell, you gaze through the barred window at the cloudless blue sky, wishing you were up there right now, the whine of your engines as you soar through the air, off on some adventure. Your reverie is interrupted by the clang of a guard’s baton being dragged across the barred gate to your cell.
“On your feet, Blake.” He snarls. “Time for the count.” You sigh and climb lethargically out of your bunk.
THE END
“That’s not who I am anymore.” You reply. “So thanks, but no thanks.” Giuseppe nods slowly.
“I figured as much, but worth a shot.” He grins. “Listen, I’ll fly you back to your Caribbean island and you can buy me a bottle of rum.”
“You’re the one with the gold bars.” You chuckle. “You’re buying!”
You watch Giuseppe’s seaplane take to the air and disappear into the night sky. Feeling a little drunk, you turn and walk up the beach and make your way to your apartment. With the familiar sights, sounds and smells of the island, it feels like you’ve never been away. The memory of losing your plane in the Amazon sobers you a little and you frown, wondering just what the hell you’ll do now. You reach your door, turning the key in the lock and stepping into the darkened room. You fumble with the light switch and as the bulb glows you jump at the sight of a man sitting across from you.
“Who the hell are you?” You snarl at the mysterious figure, snatching up a lamp off a nearby side table as a makeshift weapon.
“Please, Miss Blake, there is no need for violence.” He tells you. He is a thin faced middle aged man in his fifties. His silver hair is immaculately combed and with his expensive suit and dour expression, looks like a lawyer or bank manager and oddly out of place in the tropics. “I mean you no harm.” He continues, rising stiffly from the chair. “Quite the opposite in fact. My colleagues and I have watched from afar these past few weeks and we are very impressed with how you have conducted yourself throughout your dealings with our renegade member, Noah Wheatley.”
“You’re Illuminati?” You ask him. He nods solemnly. “So what do you want with me?”
“We want you to join us.” He smiles thinly. “The late Mr Wheatley has left us with an opening and you have proven yourself equal to the position. Needless to say, most would see this offer as a considerable honor.” He pauses, his lips twisting into a grimace of distaste. “There would also be a generous financial incentive.”
Accept
Decline
“Nice of you to ask, mac,” You reply, “But all the same, I’m going to have to say no.” His face remains unmoved, his only reaction, a slight arching of his right eyebrow. He’d make a good poker player.
“If you don’t mind me saying, Miss Blake, you are making a mistake.” He tells you as he climbs to his feet.
“Wouldn’t be the first.” You shrug, swinging open the door. “Now if you’ll excuse me...” He nods somberly before stepping through it.
“Goodnight, Miss Blake.” He murmurs before disappearing into the moonless night.
You never hear from either him or the Illuminati again. When war breaks out in Europe a year later, you wonder how much of an influence the secretive cabal has had and whether their no doubt nefarious schemes are behind the conflict in the first place.
In the final months of the war, you sit in the beachside bar, reading the newspaper reports about the Allies push towards Berlin. Folding the paper and dropping it onto the bar, you wonder what became of Helga, whether she’s still alive. You’d heard Giuseppe got drafted a year or so back and hope he’s okay. Not for the first time over the past few years, you wonder if you could have made a difference if you had joined the Illuminati. You shake your head in disgust: Entitled old men, using the world as their own personal chess board.
“Pour me a rum and don’t be shy with the bottle.” You growl at the bartender. He nods, knowing better than to get conversational when you are in such a dark mood.
THE END
You shake your head and grit your teeth. No, you’re not going to let Noah get away that easily. You risked your life to help him retrieve his precious compass and he owes you. Besides, isn’t Rio supposed to be nice this time of year?
Reaching your plane, you climb into the cockpit and fire up the engines. Reaching up above your head, you push the twin throttle levers forward, the propellers pulling the plane away from the jetty. As the plane picks up speed, it skips across the waves before you pull back on the yoke and leave the rolling waves of the Caribbean Sea beneath you.
After your first refueling stop at Georgetown on the northern coast of Guyana, you take off again and head south. Soon, the azure waters of the Caribbean Sea have disappeared beyond the horizon behind you and you are flying above the mist swathed rainforests of South America. As you fantasize about just what you’ll do when you catch up with Noah, you hear the starboard engine stutter. Frowning, you glance nervously at it through the window.
“Don’t you dare.” You mutter, reaching up and easing the throttle lever forward. The engine growls before falling silent, the propeller slowing to a halt. “Shit.” You murmur, wondering how far you are from the nearest airstrip. After all, the plane can still fly on one engine. A wheezing sound from the portside engine makes your blood run cold. You glance to your left just as the roar of the engine dies, the propel
ler stops spinning and the only sound is the air whistling past the fuselage and the rapid thump of your pulse in your ears.
“No, no, no!” You gasp, adjusting the flaps to keep you gliding as long as possible. Glancing at the fuel gauge, you confirm that you still have a quarter of a tank of fuel. Leaning forward, you tap the circular glass cover and watch in horror as the needle suddenly drops into the red. Peering out of the window, you hope beyond hope that there will be some form of landing zone. Not necessarily an airstrip, but somewhere flat at least where you can attempt some kind of landing. All you can see below is the lush green carpet of the Amazon rainforest.
“Think, dammit, think!” You tell yourself, trying to suppress the desperate panic rising up and threatening to overwhelm you. Are there any lakes? You don’t think so. But there is a river of course. You squint at the horizon, noticing a marked slash across the treetops far in the distance. The Amazon River is perpendicular to your flight path, but if you can swing around, you may be able to set down on it. This deep into the rainforest, the river may well be narrow and rocky, but it’s a better option than smashing into the trees and hoping for a miracle. As you swing the plane into a wide semi-circular course to line yourself up with the river, you notice what appears to be a building of some kind next to a small field cut into the trees on a hillside. While it doesn’t give you much margin for error, you might just be able to land on it.
Attempt to land on the river
Attempt a landing on the field
“Well, why didn’t you say that earlier!” You grin. “I accept.”
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