Adventures of the Aviatrix

by Callista Hawkes

  “Well, sweetheart, looks like we’ve some time to kill.” He smirks. “Any ideas how we might occupy ourselves while we wait.” He cocks an eyebrow and flashes you a salacious smile.

  Might be fun

  You’ve had enough excitement for one day

  Watching the two men wrestling, trying to gain the upper hand in a desperate fight to the death, you know if Noah prevails, you will be next.

  “I’m sorry, Giuseppe!” You call out.

  “Just go!” He grunts, his face tense, his teeth clenched as Noah tries to force the dagger through his chest. With a heavy heart, you nod and turn away, hurrying down the mountainside. A few moments later, you hear a scream of agony. Noah’s? Giuseppe’s? As the ground quakes underfoot and the mountain rumbles overhead, you aren’t waiting to find out. You hurry through the jagged black rocks, stumbling and cursing, knowing that the lava and ash are slowly but steadily descending upon you. As you reach the black sands of the beach, you can see the silhouette of Giuseppe’s seaplane through the mist.

  “Thank God.” You murmur, hurrying across the beach towards it.

  Climbing aboard, you make your way to the cockpit and throw yourself into the pilot’s seat, glad to see a relatively familiar control layout to your own plane. The engines splutter to life and you push the throttle levers forward, the propellers humming as they drag the fuselage off the beach and into the ocean. The plane cuts through the waves, picking up speed. You grit your teeth before pulling back on the yoke. The nose lifts and the plane rises into the air. Visibility is virtually nonexistent, but the fog thins and then clears. You breathe a sigh of relief. As you bank to one side, you can see the thick black ash cloud filling the sky as lava streams down the sides of the volcano.

  “Goodbye Giuseppe.” You murmur sadly.

  A few weeks later and life has pretty much returned to normal. You’re back in the Caribbean, doing the same freelance work. Different plane of course, but other than that, you’re glad to put the whole sorry affair behind you. After a few drinks in the bar, you make your way back to your room. Your head feels a little woozy and you take a few attempts to slide the key into the keyhole before staggering through the door. Your eyes widen as you see a beautiful dark haired woman standing before you, flanked by two gun toting goons. While the woman is a few years older than when you last saw her, you recognize her immediately.

  “Valentina.” You gasp.

  “Elyse.” She replies, smiling thinly, her eyes cold. “It’s been a while. I have a few questions, mainly about the whereabouts of my brother Giuseppe and why exactly you’re flying his plane.” You gulp as the two heavies step forward and drag you into the room, closing the door behind you.

  THE END

  You stretch out your arm and grasp Helga’s wrist, her own fingers tightening around yours. The bundle slides away, disappearing into the abyss, while Noah clings to the crumbling section of sandstone floor for a moment before screaming in terror as he too drops into the darkness of the chasm. You haul Helga up and she scrambles back to her feet.

  “Bitte!” She gasps, glancing back at the pit behind her that had so very nearly been her grave.

  “Thank me later, sister!” You tell her, dragging her with you. “In case you hadn’t noticed, this place is about to collapse in on our heads!” You both sprint after Giuseppe, the end of the passageway tantalizingly within reach now as another tremor threatens to knock you both off your feet. Sprinting for the brilliant glow of daylight, your muscles burn and your chest heaves as you strain every sinew. Large sections of sandstone and debris fall around you and you know the whole passageway is moments away from collapsing in on itself. With a final surge of effort, you both burst through the opening just as the entrance arch stones crash down behind you, sealing the passage in a cloud of dust and falling debris.

  “Damn, that was close.” Helga comments as you both pant for breath.

  “We’re not out of the woods yet, sweetheart.” Giuseppe drawls, nodding towards the peak of the mountain. You both follow his gaze, your eyes widening as you see the orangey red glow and the thick cloud of ash filling the sky. Ash floats down around you, like black snowflakes while tendrils of lava are already snaking down the mountainside towards you. You know you have only minutes until they reach you.

  “How far is your plane?” You ask him.

  “Close enough... if we hurry.” He replies. As the mountain rumbles angrily, the ground trembling underfoot, you follow Giuseppe down the mountainside, picking your way through the jagged black rocks and trying not to think of the agonizing death that awaits you if the lava reaches you before you can escape. By the time you reach the beach, the air is thick with ash and you can feel the heat rising. You all sprint across the black sands towards Giuseppe’s seaplane. Scrambling aboard, you help Helga inside before pulling the door closed behind you. Giuseppe makes his way to the cockpit and you follow him inside and sit down. As he turns the ignition, you hear the engines splutter and your heart is in your mouth, wondering if the ash has already clogged them up. A moment later, they roar to life and you let out a sigh of relief as you feel the airplane slide off the beach and into the sea, cutting through the waves before taking to the air.

  “Nothin’ to worry about.” Giuseppe murmurs, flashing you a grin.

  As you level off, leaving the erupting volcano behind you, you notice the Herkules steaming away too.

  “They are safe. Gut.” Helga comments, emerging into the cockpit between your seats.

  “Not so ‘gut’ for you.” Giuseppe smirks. “I’m heading back to the states. Reckon Uncle Sam might have a few questions for you when we land.”

  “I have a better idea.” She smiles, not even batting an eyelid. “I know of a small, uninhabited island not too far from here. You land there, I rendezvous with a U boat and we all continue with our lives.”

  “And why would I want to do a thing like that?” Giuseppe drawls. “Delivering a high ranking Nazi to the government could take a lot of heat off the D’Abruzzo family for some time...”

  “I’ll make it worth your while.” Helga purrs. “A fortune in gold and...” She reaches down and runs her hands over Giuseppe’s chest. “...a little sweetener of my own.”

  “Well, that sounds just swell.” He grins. “Okay lady, you’ve got yourself a deal.”

  “I look forward to it.” She purrs, telling him the location of the island before ducking back through the door and returning to the main cabin.

  “You’ve got to goddamn kidding me!” You hiss at Giuseppe in disbelief.

  “What can I say?” He shrugs with a smirk. “Hot blondes have always been my weakness…”

  After an hour of sullen silence, Giuseppe begins his descent to the island. You can see it in the distance, little more than a rock jutting out of the Atlantic. Giuseppe hunches over the yoke, gliding the seaplane down on his final approach. The hull skips on the waves before landing in a spray of seawater. Helga emerges once again into the cockpit.

  “There’s a jetty there.” She tells Giuseppe, pointing towards the shore. “It used to be a staging post for smugglers a few years ago. You two should feel right at home.” He chuckles and nods before easing back on the throttle levers, the engines idling as he brings the plane in. You gaze at the desolate island ahead, the only life a collection of hardy coarse scrub that has survived the constant battering of stormy weather. As you draw closer, you can make out a handful of dilapidated buildings on the shore. A shanty town at best with a handful of broken weather-beaten shacks.

  “Be a doll and moor us up.” Giuseppe tells you as he guides the plane alongside the jetty. You glare across at him before climbing to your feet and pushing past Helga. Pulling open the outer door, you step onto the jetty and secure the plane to the moorings.

  “The whole place was cleared out years ago.” Helga tells you, as Giuseppe helps her onto the jetty. “This is a deep water port, which makes it ideal for our U boats to surface for clandestine missions such as thi
s.” She strides up the jetty and you both follow her along it. Entering one of the shacks, you find it is surprisingly well appointed inside with radio equipment on a desk with a chair. A cooker with tinned food (With the labels in German) and some pans next to it. A bed is shoved over to one side. Helga sits down at the radio and switches it on. It hums to life, bulbs flickering in the dim light. She pulls a headset on and twists a series of dials, listening intently. After a few moments, she seems to find the correct frequency and speaks a precise series of words in German. Then she speaks a few urgent sentences before smiling, switching off the radio and sitting back in the chair.

  “They will rendezvous within the next hour.” She tells you both, lifting the headset off her head. Climbing back to her feet, she smiles at Giuseppe. “So how shall we entertain ourselves until they arrive?” He grins and reaches for her, taking her in his arms and pressing his lips to hers.

  “Goddamn it, Giuseppe, in case you’ve forgotten, she’s a Nazi!” You spit before glancing at Helga. “And besides, I thought you preferred women.”

  “You’re into women, huh?” Giuseppe grins at her. “Well, I guess that’s something we’ve got in common.”

  “Men!” You groan in exasperation.

  “I do prefer women,” Helga admits with a smile, “But not exclusively. Elyse, why don’t you stop pouting and join us?”

  It does sound like fun

  You’re not having any part in this

  “Fine.” You sigh, finding that the thrill at the thought of joining them is somehow stronger than your reservations.

  “Good.” Helga smiles. “Then strip for us.” Her blue eyes gleam, knowing that she is in control. You nod and begin to unfasten your shirt, slowly revealing your cleavage with each button. When you reach your waist, you peel your shirt open and shrug it off your shoulders, tossing it aside.

  “Your bra, take off your bra.” Giuseppe breathes, clearly enjoying himself. You glare back at him before reaching behind your back and unfastening the clasp. Sliding the straps off your shoulders, you allow it to fall away, your breasts revealed to two pairs of hungry eyes.

  “Happy?” You snap.

  “Not yet.” Helga smiles, her eyes flicking down to your pants. You sigh and unbuckle your belt, kicking off your boots and pulling your pants down to your ankles. Standing before them in nothing but your panties, you should feel used and ashamed and yet you find you are enjoying their salacious gaze. Suppressing a smile, you hook your thumbs into the waistband of your panties and peel them down your thighs. They drop to your ankles and you step out of them, enjoying the gentle sea breeze that penetrates the gaps in the walls of the shack as it cools the fire raging between your legs.

  “She’s something, ain’t she?” Giuseppe grins at Helga.

  “She is.” She agrees, pulling him into her embrace. You watch as they kiss, hands working feverishly at each other’s clothes while they cast furtive glances in your direction. Once they are both naked, they both turn towards you.

  “Well?” Helga smiles, “Are you joining us?”

  Go to her

  Go to Giuseppe

  “I’m not here to spectate.” You growl before crossing the shack towards them. They both grin and gaze hungrily at you as you approach, Giuseppe’s eyes flicking from your breasts to your pussy, his hardening cock twitching at the sight. While you glower at them both, you feel a thrill of excitement at their lustful glances. Reaching out to Giuseppe, you run your fingers over his muscular chest. His takes you into his embrace, crushing his lips against yours and kissing you passionately. His hands slide down past the small of your back and cup your buttocks, squeezing them as his tongue flicks against yours. You feel his cock flex against your stomach and break the kiss, chuckling.

  “Feels like that thing needs some attention.” You grin.

  “Don’t forget about me too.” Helga purrs. You glance across at her to find her perched on the side of the bed, her legs parted and her fingers idly rubbing at her clitoris as she watches you both.

  Ride Giuseppe while Helga sits on his face

  Have Helga eat you while Giuseppe slips inside her

  “I want to watch you screw her.” You tell Giuseppe, gazing up into his eyes and reaching down to playful squeeze his rigid shaft. “I want you to thrust this big, hard cock inside her and make her come.” His eyes widen and a smile crosses his face as his gaze flicks from you to Helga and back again. Nodding slowly, he turns to her. The blonde’s smile falters momentarily as she glances at his thick, swollen shaft.

  “Don’t worry, Fraulein,” He drawls with a smirk, “I’ll be gentle.” She nods before turning and bending over the side of the bed, her long legs parted in anticipation, her toned buttocks thrust up in the air. You reach out and caress them before allowing your finger to slip between her legs. She gasps as your fingertips trace the length of her slit.

  “She’s soaking wet.” You smirk at Giuseppe, raising your glistening fingers.

  “She’ll need to be.” He chuckles, guiding his thick shaft to her opening. Helga flinches as she feels him push the bulbous crown inside her. He holds still and after a moment she pushes back against him, his cock slipping deeper.

  “Mein Gott!” She gasps, bowing her head as Giuseppe begins to move inside her. Your pussy tingles with arousal as you watch him begin to thrust into her. Climbing onto the bed, you lie before her with your legs spread. Helga looks up at you, her pale blue eyes glinting and a smile playing on her lips. She then drops her head between your legs and you moan with delight as you feel her tongue slip inside you.

  “Yes,” You purr, reaching down and slipping your fingers into her long, blonde hair, “Yes, eat me, lick my pussy.” Helga seems only too happy to oblige, keeping her mouth clamped to your slit even while Giuseppe pounds into her, shunting her forward with each thrust. Her tongue delves inside you, lapping slowly as she explores your juicy furrow. You will her to slide her tongue up to your clitoris, but she concentrates on your opening, resisting you even when you try to guide her upwards. Giuseppe seems to have quickened his pace, his excitement perhaps piqued by the sight before him.

  “This ain’t how I saw my day going when I woke up this morning.” He grins, seeing you gazing up at him. You return his smile before gasping as you feel Helga’s tongue flick over your clit. Her pale blue eyes meet yours, glinting mischievously as she teases your sensitive little button. It feels incredible and you know you won’t last much longer.

  Let Helga finish what she’s started

  You’re ready for Giuseppe’s cock

  “My turn.” You growl at Giuseppe, unceremoniously pulling Helga’s face from your pussy before shuffling across the bed and parting your legs invitingly. While she blinks in surprise, his eyes widen and he eagerly nods. Helga gasps as he abruptly withdraws from her. She glares at you as he steps between your open legs, his gaze drifting from your heaving breasts up to your face.

  “Sure. You ready?” He murmurs, his voice thick with desire. You nod and smile up at him, seeing your own lust reflected back at you in his dark brown eyes.

  “Do it.” You murmur. “Fuck me.”

  “Yeah, fuck you.” Helga mutters darkly under her breath, wiping your wetness from her lips and glaring at you in disgust.

  “You’ll get over it, toots.” Giuseppe chuckles, guiding his hard cock towards your pussy. You crane your head forward and gaze at his impressive length. Thick and glistening with the flared head taut and shiny, you can’t wait to get it inside you. You bite your lower lip as he presses the tip to your opening before thrusting inside you. As you grunt at the depth of penetration, he draws back before sliding into you once more. He moves slowly inside you allowing your body to stretch to accommodate his girth.

  “C’mon, sport, I’m not made of china.” You grin, wrapping your legs around him and encouraging him to quicken his pace. He chuckles and begins to drive into you now, his body bearing down on you. Gasping each time he buries his shaft inside you, you reach for
him, your hands on his face as your lips seek his. He responds, kissing you hungrily. When he pulls away, you can see the tension in his face and realize he is closing in. The thought sends a thrill racing through you and you feel your own climax rising in your loins.

  “I’m gettin’ close.” Giuseppe rasps.

  “Do it.” You pant. “Come inside me!” He nods, pounding into you wildly now, the sound of his flesh slapping against yours joining his grunts and your own breathless moans. The tension builds inside you until your body stiffens, your fingers scraping down Giuseppe’s back. You let out a cry of sheer ecstasy as the tension is released, a wonderful surge of pleasure rippling through your quivering body. As your pussy clenches around Giuseppe’s shaft, the sensation seems to send him over the edge too. You feel him tense before roaring with release as he erupts inside you. You hold each other close, your bodies trembling together. As your climaxes finally subside, you hear a muffled cry next to you. You both glance at Helga, who has one hand clamped over her mouth and the other buried between her thighs as her body trembles next to you. When she finally relaxes, she glares at you before a burst of static from the radio makes you all jump. As a German voice begins to speak, Helga swiftly clambers to her feet.

  “Sheisse!” She growls, picking up the microphone. She replies in German before ending the transmission and turning wide-eyed to you. “They’re here! Quickly, get dressed!” You all hurriedly pull on your clothes before emerging from the shack. A U boat is moored on the other side of the jetty next to Giuseppe’s seaplane, the gray hull glistening with seawater. A grizzled old sailor stands waiting on the jetty.

  “Herr Kapitän, I presume.” Giuseppe drawls. Helga nods, straightening. You smirk. While she is back in her black SS uniform, her flushed face and disheveled hair leave little doubt as to her recent activities. She strides towards him, the captain stiffening and snapping off a crisp Nazi salute. She speaks to him for a moment in German before turning to Giuseppe.