Chapter 3
CHAPTER 3: Alice is on her last legs
THE NEXT MORNING
Their panting sounds of pleasure were amplified as they echoed around the cell. This was the second time Carruthers had fucked Alice since they'd awoken and despite the numerous orgasms she'd screamed out, her body demanded even more.
The drugs rampaging through her system had her in permanent heat and she was rapidly reaching the stage where she no longer wanted to fight the effect. The feelings were too good to deny...
He was fucking her against the cell's grey wall—her tits, face and the palms of her hands flattened against the cold surface. How could she love the roughness like this? Yet when he pushed the side of her head harder against the wall for leverage and pumped harder into her, she found herself groaning out her approval.
She'd worked out exactly where the camera was, the one that monitored them, and her gaze fixed upwards onto it as he thrust inside her. Was Herman watching them? That thought such a turn-on...
She hadn't lost hope of their escape, but there wasn't any doubt that the drug was diminishing her resolve, just as James had said it would.
Worse, she'd was being haunted by the increasingly vivid dreams whenever she was able to sleep. Yet rather than dreaming about the strawberry-blonde Gestapo woman, as she usually did, this time it had been Herman. He had entered her cell again and offered her a way to escape. But instead of running for the door as she knew she should, she had meekly sunk to her knees to take his huge dick deep in her throat.
It felt good to just switch off and submit, to be used, to offer her body to whoever wanted it. She now fully understood how the bastards could use the drug as a weapon in the war.
Yet in her increasingly rare rational moments, she was disgusted with herself for succumbing to the carnal needs of the body. How could she be so weak just to give in like this? She'd been trained to resist just about anything an enemy could subject her to. But not this...
Herman had practically raped her yesterday, for fuck's sake. But could it be rape when she was a willing participant? The aphrodisiacal effect of the drug was all consuming and her resistance was fading fast.
Widening her legs with a happy moan, she gave Carruthers the extra access he wanted, groaning out as he changed angle and began to fuck her again.
"Harder, James," she gasped.
Even the way her full breasts pushed flat against the cool surface was sending a surge of heat through her.
"Harder..."
But even as he began to comply, the door burst open suddenly. What was happening? Her sex-fuelled brain tried to focus as two guards entered the cell, with Herman behind them. Without a word, they strode forward, grabbed Carruthers by his hair and arms, and pulled him away from her.
"No!" she heard him cry.
But even as he tried to stop them, penis bobbing insistently infront of him, Herman pushed him solidly in the chest and sent him sprawling backwards onto the stone floor.
The two guards turned their attention to Alice, yanking her insistently toward the cell door. She tried weakly to fight them but with her head still clouded by sex, she was in no position to fight them.
As they dragged her outside, she could feel her body reacting to their touch. Maybe they were going to take her somewhere and fuck her? Her pussy flooded at the images her mind created and she instantly hated herself for being so aroused at the thought.
The hallway outside the cell was ice-cold and lit by recessed fixtures. Alice gasped in disorientation as the chill air sucked the heat from her sweat-soaked body, momentarily putting a brae on the drug's effect.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked with a heated stammer, looking from one to the other. "Where? Tell me..."
They ignored her entreaties as they half-pulled and half-dragged her with them, without even a single word passing between the two of them. In normal circumstances she might have been able to fight them, particularly as Herman had stayed behind, but in her weakened state she knew they'd be way too strong.
But then, why should she try to resist? Not if they were going to fuck her...
They took her along several corridors into what appeared to be a separate part of the complex, finally stopping outside a door to their left. The guard holding her arm twisted it violently to make sure she couldn't take advantage as the other handler let go of her and opened the door. Unceremoniously, they tossed her inside.
Her first glance as she fell into a heap on the cold metal floor told her the cell was empty but for her. It was the same layout as the cell she'd shared with James, except there was only one bed.
Alice's heart dropped as the guards left her and she heard the cell door clang shut. They couldn't do this to her! She needed a man to finish off the job that James had started this morning. If not a man then someone, something, to quench her aching needs.
Her fingers just didn't seem to have the same appeal anymore. The drug had made her an addict ... and sex was her fix.
There had to be some specific reason for suddenly changing her arrangements, but what? She couldn't think at all, let alone rationally, not when all she wanted to do was fuck. She glanced at the door, knowing she should check it, look for anything that might bring her an advantage. Instead, she flopped down on the edge of the bed and slid her hand between her thighs.
The metallic sound of the door opening made Alice bolt upright. She must have dozed off, her fingers still working between her thighs.
The two guards that had brought her there walked arrogantly into the cell, the heels of their black boots clacking on the hard floor. They exchanged a smile as they watched her touching herself and for a few moments they didn't speak, their eyes just insolently running over her nakedness. The supercilious looks should have made her blush but she found herself sitting up on the bed, dropping her arms by her side and parting her thighs invitingly as they stared.
Perhaps they were going to fuck her?
Her mind was full of shame but her body was full of need.
"You come with us now," the thickset guard suddenly said.
She shook her head in frustration. Why wasn't it Herman standing infront of her rather than these two goons? He would have had his huge dick inside her by now!
Another thought occurred as the first of the two guards took a step towards her. If she resisted, they'd have to force her. That meant they'd have to lay their hands on her ... on her naked body. And she so needed to be touched. She looked up at them again, hungrily this time.
"It's time for your shower," the first guard told her.
"Shower?"
For the first time since she'd arrived, she became aware of how dirty she was. Her grubby body was caked in a mixture of dirt, sweat and cum. Her hair was matted with dirt and sweat. Yes, a shower! It was long overdue and sounded like heaven on earth right now.
"Okay," she said, quickly pushing off the bed.
The guard's eyes were all over her again as she stood. She knew she should be sizing them up, working out how to take them out. It shouldn't really be that difficult, even though she was exhausted. But the way their gazes were hungrily devouring every one of her curves had her heart palpitating in approval.
She stepped forward and provocatively brushed against the first guard on her way to the door, deliberately pressing her ass against his uniformed groin as she passed). He had to want her, didn't he? And his friend? They could have her now, both of them, at the same time if they wanted, here in this cell. No one would know.
But instead of grabbing hold of her, he turned to the other guard again and spoke in German.
"Die Hündin ist heiß für sie. Genau wie all die anderen."
They both laughed out loud.
Alice tried to remain as stoic as possible outwardly but inside she was cursing herself. She had been placed on a chair, hands tied behind her back, a couple of feet away from the black couch that contained the formidable figure of Obersturmfuhrer Helga Bachmeier.
The shower had refreshed her mind as well as her body, temporarily diminishing the effects of the drug and allowing her to think a little more clearly. Her best opportunity of escape was to overpower the two guards, she'd told herself, and the best chance of that was as soon as she exited the small bathroom.
But even with a more rationale mind, the intense arousal that continued to bubble away under the surface had proved her undoing. Just washing herself had felt surreally erotic and she'd wondered if the guards would approve as she'd shampooed her long blonde hair and then fixed it high onto the top of her head.
Thoughts of overpowering them had immediately dissolved into a confused, shameless, state of thinking when she'd emerged naked from the room and seen the lustful way the two guards looked at her. One had even licked his lips. Her nipples had instantly prickled at the thought of each of them taking her there and then.
The idea was almost enough to spark off another orgasm.
Instead, they'd taken her to this room—Helga Bachmeier's office—and tied her to the chair under the watchful and slightly amused gaze of the Obersturmfuhrer.
The British agent was only too well aware that Bachmeier's ruthless reputation was only exceeded by her appetite for young women. The SS Commander hadn't spoken to her yet, not even when the two guards had departed the room. She had just allowed her piercing dark eyes to take in every curve of Alice's body.
The silence sent a chill to Alice's core whereas the appraising gaze had brought about an unforgiveable tingling between her smooth thighs.
Physically, Bachmeier was nothing like Alice had expected. Her black hair was cut short in traditional dyke fashion, but despite the almost masculine style it actually suited her narrow face. Not only that, but she was extremely attractive in a conventional way, and it was clear even in her SS Officer's black uniform that she had an athletic body.
Her triumphant dark eyes seemed to gleam as covered every inch of Alice's naked body, checking her out over like a predator ready to pounce on its prey. Despite herself, Alice's nipples came to life at the hypnotic gaze and she tried to regulate her breathing.
It was coming as fast as her pitter-pattering heartbeat.
Suddenly, Bachmeier rose and strolled nonchalantly behind her captive, still without a word. Alice felt herself tense nervously as the woman touched her blonde hair softly, unfastening it from high upon her head and allowing it to cascade down onto her naked shoulders.
Then she was back in front of Alice, leaning forward to lift her chin with the crook of her finger. Her dark eyes stared arrogantly into Alice's from just a few centimetres away.
"Welcome to our complex, Fraulein Alice," she spoke at last, those glossy red lips of hers a fraction away. "You look even lovelier than in the photographs I've seen."
The blush that broke out on Alice's neck rapidly spread across the whole of her body. An image came to her mind of this woman inspecting her photographs, perhaps even before she had been captured. Imagining what? The thought was as appalling as it was stimulating and she wanted to look away in her embarrassment.
But Bachmeier wasn't about to allow her any sort of safety-blanket. Her hand held her chin firmly, ensuring that their gazes stayed fixed on one another.
"But of course, you were clothed then. I'm pleased to see you've become used to your nakedness here."
Alice felt a flood of shame wash through her. She hadn't really considered it until now but, yes, she had become used to being naked in here. Sometimes she didn't even think about it. But now it had been pointed out, now that she was sitting naked infront of this sexual predator, in her office, her humiliation was obvious.
"It doesn't seem fair, does it," Bachmeier continued, her breath hot on Alice's cheek as she deliberately whispered into her ears, "You being at such a disadvantage. Perhaps you would feel more comfortable if I removed my glorious SS uniform too..."
She took a couple of backward steps towards the leather sofa, her dark eyes still locked on Alice's as she sat down. Her movements were deliberate and calculated as she slowly unzipped one shining black boot to the heel, followed by the other, and meticulously placed each of them to the right of the couch.
A faint smile touched her lips as she began to work open the stiff buttons of her jacket, her keen gaze observing her captive's reactions. Alice tried to tear her eyes away, to look anywhere in the room except at this woman who was undressing infront of her, but it was impossible. She was a rabbit caught in the SS Obersturmfuhrer's headlights.
"That's it, Fraulein," Bachmeier softly murmured as she continued to undress. "Watch ... enjoy..."
Alice couldn't help herself, little electrical currents finding their way to her sex as the dark-haired woman continued to reveal herself. Finally exposed in all its glory, she couldn't help but admit to herself that the German woman's body fully lived up to its promise.
Exceeded it, even...
Her large breasts were beautifully shaped, her pink nipples were thick and long, and the perfectly groomed black landing strip that guarded her puffy labial lips was cut into an SS shape.
"There," Bachmeier said, triumphantly stretching herself so that her British captive had a full view of her nakedness, "that feels much better. You see, Fraulein Alice, we are on equal terms now, ja?"
She provocatively raised one knee so that Alice could see how moist she was, the large folds of her lips swollen and open with arousal. Extending her leg, she dextrously reached across the divide between them and placed her foot on Alice's lap.
Alice felt her quickening pulse pounding at her temples and bit her lip as she tried to deny the arousal coursing through her veins. When she tugged at the ropes binding her hands in a desperate attempt to free herself, the futile action wasn't lost on Bachmeier.
"Trying to escape, or trying to move closer," she laughed harshly, slowly rubbing her foot upwards across her captive's skin.
She stroked just the sole across Alice's breasts, kneading each of them until she brought a moan. Satisfied at the reaction, she curled her toes around the British agent's right nipple and tugged gently.
The effect brought another moan, louder this time.
Alice had often wondered if there was a direct connection between her nipple and her clitoris, and Helga Bachmeier was close to proving the connection. She gritted her teeth and pressed her thighs more tightly together as she tried to resist the urges building inside her, but when the German woman switched breasts and repeated the action, the orgasm was on her before she knew it.
She couldn't contain her humiliating scream of pleasure as the whole of her body began to tremble and shake.
"So noisy," Bachmeier purred as she triumphantly watched her captive cum. "I love that."
She flexed her leg and dipped her toes along Alice's sex, covering them in her juices before raising her foot and rubbing her glistening toes across her captive's half-open mouth.
"Suck," she commanded firmly.
Alice's eyes widened and she tugged at her binding again, without any effect. Even in her hazy sex-fuelled state, she understood the humiliation that went with the command. She tried to turn her head away but Bachmeier was already forcing her big toe between her lips and using it to hold her head steady.
"Like a cock," she insisted firmly. "Show me how you suck a cock."
Alice closed her eyes as she tried to resist ... but the toe was moving back and forward inside her mouth now and it was all too easy to think of it as a cock. Herman's cock? Despite her reluctance, she found that she was already beginning to work the woman's big toe between her lips, and with each suck the need inside her became more powerful.
Her efforts quickly became more intense as the drug inside her re-established itself. Saliva began to drool from her mouth as she sucked her prize and she felt herself give a whimper of disappointment when the German woman eventually pulled her foot away.
"Very good, Fraulein Alice," Bachmeier chuckled. "I think I shall keep you as Helga's little pet when the war is over. You'd like that, ja?"
This time her chuckle was louder as she lowered her leg, scraped her toes slowly and deliberately along Alice's chin, neck, breasts and stomach until her foot rested between her thighs again.
"Open up," she softly instructed, pushing her legs apart.
The resistance written all across the British agent's aroused expression impressed the Obersturmfuhrer. This was a strong-minded woman, and that made her triumph all the more satisfying.
The young woman was summoning all her strength in an effort to resist and yet even the gentlest prod with her toes brought a weak moan of lust and forced those smooth thighs even further apart.
Her captive would soon learn that defiance was futile, the drug saw to that.
Alice blinked her eyes in an attempt to stop her head from spinning. Dizziness merged with arousal, need combined with revulsion. Goosebumps covered her entire body. Bachmeier's foot had found her wetness, her big toe teasing her insistently as it ran along the full length of her opening and gently parted her labia.
A voice in the furthest reaches of her mind screamed that she had to get a grip; that she was here for a reason. But the intense orgasm bubbling away inside her instantly swatted the thought away before it barely had a chance to materialise.
Bachmeier's toe was inside her now, gently easing back and forward. It had felt like a cock in her mouth and now it felt like on inside her sex. She widened her legs to gain a better friction and then began to push back, violently fucking herself on it until she let out a wail as her climax ripped from her body.
Bachmeier smiled knowingly as she continued to gently move the toe inside her captive, pacing her down from the throbbing orgasm until the tremors began to die away. Only then did she stand up from her position on the couch and untie Alice's hands.
"We won't need these right now, ja," she gently told her.
The Obersturmfuhrer's voice was soft and comforting—designed to provide reassurance to her hazy victim—but with a commanding edge to her tone that demanded obedience.
As she spoke, she took hold of Alice's limp shoulders and maneuvered the bemused blonde onto the couch beside her. This was the moment she loved the best. When her captive was so confused and aroused that she became putty in her hands. Her athletic body twisted like a cat and she straddled Alice, hovering above the British agent and holding her engorged folds inches away from her pretty face.
"One good turn deserves another, isn't that what you English say?" she chuckled.
She slowly dragged her sex across Alice's face as she asked the rhetorical question, leaving a wet, glistening trail across the young woman's forehead, nose, cheek, lips and mouth.
"I know you want to show me just how grateful you are, ya?"
To reinforce her words, she scraped herself across Alice's face again. It brought a moan from her newest captive. This was a strong woman, she knew, but right now all resistance had drained out of her.
Her body would be throbbing all over and her mission would be long forgotten in her head. It was almost impossible for her to think straight other than an overwhelming need to obey her captor's demands.
"Show me," Bachmeier commanded, pressing home her advantage. "Show your Mistress how much you need her..."
She settled her sex just above Alice's lips, ensuring that the needy woman would have to act of her own volition to reach her.
There was only a brief second's hesitation as Alice unsuccessfully fought the demons inside her. She had no chance. The intoxicating scent of the German woman's sex would be fuelling her lust. It was the same with every captive the Obersturmfuhrer brought to her office.
Then her hands were reaching up, curling around Bachmeier's well formed thighs, holding her in place as she stretched her neck upwards. The German let out a soft growl at the first lap of that sweet tongue.
"You and I are going to get on so very well, Fraulein Alice..."
TWENTY FOUR HOURS LATER
Alice lay on her bed, idly fingering herself. In her half-awake and half-asleep state she was obediently lying between Helga Bachmeier's thighs, eagerly lapping at that delicious pussy. The German woman's hand was softly stoking her hair while she gasped out her instructions.
"Clitoris..."
Her grip on Alice's hair tightened, dragging her head up a little, just to ensure the message was clear.
Alice moaned in compliance, attending to her like a thirsty woman in the desert. The need to make Helga Bachmeier squirt all over face again was overwhelming. When it had happened that first time, in her office, it had been as if the German woman was marking out what she owned. Alice had cum instantly!
It had become difficult to distinguish between her dreams and reality. In some ways, it didn't matter. Not anymore...
She eagerly lapped at the juices sprayed over Bachmeier's thighs, her hands between her own thighs as her tongue cleaned her. God, she was going to cum again. Just from tasting the German woman.
Bachmeier was above her, encouraging her, grinding on her face...
Oh fuckkkkk!
The violent orgasm brought her out of her sleep, out of her dream. Her hand was buried between her own thighs, still rubbing herself, seeking more of the same. One climax never seemed to be enough anymore. That was the remarkable thing—each orgasm only made her want more.
She shifted on the bed, glancing around her prison cell as reality kicked in again. It did every so often, but it never lasted for long. And it was always hazy. She tried to cling on to what James Carruthers had told her—that it was the drug that was affecting her this way—and she told herself she had to escape, she had to complete her mission.
But then the reality was quickly swept as another surge of arousal burst through her naked body. When that happened, her need for satisfaction overwhelmed any other rational thought in her mind.
Everything she had heard about Obersturmfuhrer Helga Bachmeier's sexual needs had turned out to be true. The woman was insatiable. But then, with the drug inside her, so was she. She had been with the German on three separate occasions now and each time the woman had used her continuously, over and over.
And each time, Alice had willingly complied with every new demand.
The only thing missing was her overpowering need for cock, but Bachmeier had even promised to solve that problem. She intended to use her strap-on on Alice during their next liaison...
The German woman no longer tied her hands when they were together, confident that she had broken her captive's spirit. Alice tried to tell herself that this was her chance to make some sort of move, or die in the attempt, but instead she was whimpering like a two-dollar whore as Bachmeier thrust the large strap-on phallus inside her.
The Obersturmfuhrer's firm hand was in the middle of her back, keeping her bent firmly forward over the large desk in her office.
Alice's aching legs were spread as wide as they would go and the way her full breasts were pushed down into the soft leather top felt wonderful. Who could have thought that being taken like this could be so fulfilling? She could barely move as Bachmeier held her firmly, except to raise her hips up to force the phallus as deep as possible inside her already dripping pussy.
Each orgasm was blending into the next...
Just the sight of the otherwise naked Bachmeier with the black strappy thrusting upwards from her thighs had been enough to bring her to the verge of a climax. And now that it was inside her, she was pushing her hips back in response to each hard thrust.
Bachmeier was fucking her just as well as any man had ever done and, God, it felt so good to be taken like this.
It felt almost ... right ... as if it was meant to be...
"You like that, my pet, ya?"
"Ngh... fuck... yes," Alice heard herself gasp.
She hated herself for admitting it, but somehow the confession only added to the eroticism of the moment.
That wasn't all ... she hated this woman for being an enemy of her country, hated her for using the drug to control her. And yet, as detestable as Bachmeier was, the dark haired butch lesbian was simply the most ferociously assertive lover she had ever experienced.
She continually talked to her as she dominated her, telling her that she was her Mistress now, and that Alice would remain her pet after the war was over. That idea had appalled her at first but now it had begun to seep into Alice's psyche. How could it be possible that the thought had begun to turn her on so much? But then, how could she not be so turned on when Bachmeier fucked her as well as this?
Even the way she wrapped her fingers in Alice's blonde hair, yanking her head upwards so that she was forced to stare at their reflections in the mirror. The way her German lover's large breasts bounced with each forward thrust only added to the all-pervading heat inside her.
So did the wanton sight of herself. Her pretty blonde hair was matted to her forehead and her face was flushed. She looked like such a slut. And with every thrust that Bachmeier made, her head was slammed visibly forwards and her half-open mouth widened further. Her asscheeks were red, too, from the way her lover slapped her in time with each thrust. Another slap followed, then another. When Alice moaned in half-hearted protest, Bachmeier's hand drifted down between her legs and softly rubbed her clit. The protests stopped instantly as Alice came again, louder than ever.
She'd always been noisy during sex but this wonderful woman brought out the very best of her.
Bachmeier's reflection grinned at her as she leant forward to bite at her shoulder. Her teeth left yet another mark on Alice's skin. There were so many now. Marks of ownership.
Yet curiously, each bite had a side effect that Alice tried to focus on. The instant pain temporarily cleared her hazy mind, giving her a brief moment of clarity before she was consumed by the sexual waves again. Use it, she told herself. Use the pain.
She curled the fingers of her right hand around the big glass ashtray on the desk infront of her, knowing that her aim would have to be perfect.
Bachmeier's hand had returned to her long, blonde hair now, grabbing her locks and yanking her head up from the desk again. She had a triumphant look on her face as she held it suspended in the air, using the moment to emphasise to Alice that she was in complete control.
"Tell Helga how much you love this," the German woman snapped, thrusting harder.
The heavy desk moved a fraction under each renewed thrust.
"Tell Helga how much you love her..."
Alice felt like she was in danger of blacking out from the wonderful ferocity of the onslaught. Her head was spinning in lust overload as yet another climax began to make its way to the surface and her fingers began to loosen on the ashtray as she gave in to the moment.
But then, Bachmeier leant forward and bit her shoulder again.
As the instant pain ripped through her, she grasped the ashtray again. Anchoring the soles of her feet on the floor, her calves screamed in protest as she used every vestige of her remaining strength to twist her body away from the plunging strap-on and fling out her hand wildly.
The ashtray caught the stunned Bachmeier across her cheekbone. She hadn't even considered that her captive had any resistance left in her. It wasn't the perfect blow, but it was sufficient to send her a couple of steps backward and Alice followed up with as viscous a punch into her kidneys as her exhausted body could manage.
It was a punch that would have put most people down but to her astonishment, Bachmeier fell to one knee with a roar of pain but then started to rise up again. Standing tall, Alice drew back her hand and forced her open palm into the German's face, driving her nose upwards towards the front of her brain.
Blood burst from her face, splattering across Alice's naked body. As Bachmeier dropped to the floor, Alice pulled back her leg and a final kick to the head rendered the German Obersturmfuhrer unconscious.
For a few seconds, it was all Alice could do to lean backwards against the desk, trying to gather both her breath and her strength. She needed to pull herself together before Bachmeier could recover and raise the alarm. Once she felt some strength returning, she quickly began to dress in the German uniform, checking her appearance in the mirror when she was done.
It would do for now, she told herself. Until the alarm was raised, she could just about pass for a German Officer in front of any unsuspecting guard.
The whole of her body was aching but she had to forget how weary she was for now. She could rest later. If she was discovered, the next thing she'd face would be the firing squad. She had to act quickly, but something in the back of her heated mind told her that escaping wasn't enough. She had a mission to complete..
Wiping some of Helga Bachmeier's blood from her face, she hurried to the Stern & Hoeller document cabinet in the corner of the office. It was locked but that didn't present a problem. She had it open in a few seconds flat. Rifling through the files, it seemed that good fortune wasn't just on her side, it was overflowing.
There were several coloured files marked 'GG1' and despite her need for haste, she took her time to identify the key pieces of information contained therein. My God, it was all there. Details of the effects, past test subjects, the reactions to the formula, tests, results, even a whole section containing details of an antidote as well as the formula.
It was a goldmine of information for her agency...
She stuffed the files inside the loose-fitting Obersturmfuhrer's jacket, fastening it more tightly around her frame. Her head was pounding and the irresistible need for more sex was beginning to strengthen inside her body. Damn the drug!
She briefly wondered if she could somehow take James Carruthers with her, but quickly dismissed the idea. There were too many guards. Besides, her immediate problem was whether she was going to have the strength to make it out of the complex herself. Even in peak physical condition, the few days here had taken a lot out of her.
She'd noticed that the door that led out of the complex was to the right of the Obersturmfuhrer office. There'd be guards waiting for her, but she didn't have time to worry about how many she'd have to face. Time was of the essence.
Taking Bachmeier's pistol in her right hand, she opened the office door and hurried out into the corridor.
Her sudden appearance took the first guard by surprise. By the time he reached for his gun, a bullet in his brain had taken care of the problem. A second guard charged around the corner at the sound of gunshot and Alice shot him between the eyes.
Maybe Herman was nearby, her hazy mind thought from nowhere as she glanced around. Her lips curled into a snarl as she decided she'd shoot him between the legs if she found him. But, dammit, just the sudden thought of the bastard's huge cock had her aroused again...
Focus, she screamed at herself, focus!
Pushing herself forward, she was out of the door within seconds...
The sharp night air helped her regain a second wind, but from now on her plan was sketchy at best. She had hidden her transmitter near the worker's hostel from where she'd been captured but even if it hadn't been found, the question was how to get there. There wasn't any way she'd have the strength to return to the border by foot.
She crossed the narrow span of open ground and gingerly made her way across two sets of rail tracks, stopping to rest twice despite the small distance travelled. Was she really this out of shape? Not only that, the way her nipples rubbed against the inside of the jacket as she moved was sending irresistible messages down between her thighs.
She said a silent prayer. If ever she needed fate to be on her side, it was now. Her weary legs were becoming more leaden with very step and her wet pussy was tingling insistently, demanding immediate attention.
Calling on every reserve of strength, she slowly followed the track around the back of an outhouse, her breath coming out in sharp pants.
Tears began to brim up in her eyes at the sight confronting her.
Several cars were parked together, but it was the motorcycle standing near them that took her eye. A Zundapp K-800 if she wasn't mistaken. It was much more manoeuvrable than any of the cars, and if there was sufficient petrol in the tank, she might just to be able to make it all the way to the border. Fate hadn't let her down and she glanced up to the night sky, sending out a silent prayer of gratitude.
She hurried towards the motorcycle, telling herself that the thrum of the engine between her thighs would temporarily take care of the increasing needs in her body. And if she needed to stop and attend to herself along the way, so be it.
She silently pushed it for a hundred yards or so until she was happy she could rev it up without being heard. There weren't any keys in the ignition, but that wasn't an issue, not with her training. Within seconds, the heaven-sent Zundapp K-800 had roared into life and she and the motorcycle were racing towards the French border.
TWO WEEKS LATER
It felt both surreal and yet somehow comforting to be back at the War Office. There had been times when Alice had doubted she would ever see it again.
There had been an odd air of familiarity when she'd first arrived. The chair she occupied was the same as when she'd been allocated the mission. The smartly attired Head of MI5 sat on the same leather Chesterfield sofa opposite her.
The difference was that this time, he had a smile on his face.
She'd fully debriefed him on everything that had happened from the time she'd been airlifted to France to the moment she'd returned to England—except for her sexual activities with James Carruthers and the others, of course. They'd remain her secret.
It was the same debrief she'd given to the boffins on her return to England one week earlier. Except then, she had been a little more ... excitable. The couple of days it had taken the scientists to test the formulas—the drug itself, and the antidote—had seemed like weeks.
The effect of the drug had definitely intensified within her since she'd arrived back in England and just the recollections of her sexual activities with Helga Bachmeier had her ready to fuck anything that moved. Fortunately for her, she had a couple of old boyfriends she could call on and so she had been able to give vent to her needs while keeping her predicament relatively hush-hush. But was it obscene to think she actually missed the German woman's attentions this much?
"Fascinating," the Head of MI5 murmured, bringing Alice's attention back to the present.
She crossed and re-crossed her legs as he took his time studying the documents in the file infront of him. Despite the antidote she'd been given, if she didn't get out of there soon she might have to resort to letting the old man take her there and then across his desk.
Alice smiled wryly to herself as the thought made her body shudder a little in anticipation. Had Obersturmfuhrer Helga Bachmeier succeeded in her work, then she'd be on a daily diet of sex. Even as it was, the boffins had made it clear that the antidote could still permanently leave some residual effects of the drug in her system.
Hurry up, she silently willed him. I need to get out of here...
"Quite fascinating," he added, "although it's clearly impractical, of course. Such a drug couldn't possibly work in the way they intended. That's the problem with the Germans. They don't have the imagination to win the war. How did you get back to England, by the way?"
Alice tried to disguise her blush as she told him what he needed to know. The rest would remain between her and the French Resistance. She'd run into them almost by accident the morning after her escape. At first the German Gestapo uniform she was wearing had produced some confusion, but once she'd spoken to their leader—an earnest and passionate young man whose physical resemblance to Jonny Depp was uncanny—the misunderstanding was soon addressed.
It transpired that the German's desperate attempts to recapture her had led to news of her escape from the complex being leaked out, and the Resistance had been looking for her throughout the night.
"How is James," she asked, changing the subject.
"Recovering. Thanks to the information you provided, we were able to get him out, but it looks as if it will be a while before he's coherent enough to add to your story."
Alice nodded, reminding herself that it was important to ensure that their stories tallied. He would no more want details of their lurid sexual activities to be let out than she did. But that wasn't the only reason she would be visiting him tomorrow. If the antidote could still permanently leave some residual effects of the drug in her system, it would be the same with his. Would he want to fuck her again? She hoped so.
Her thoughts returned to her final link up with the members of the Resistance again. Who better than the French to come to her assistance? Once she'd explained her predicament, and the sexual impact of the drug, their looks of amazement had quickly turned to grins and each man had willingly taken his turn in 'helping her out' throughout her journey to safety.
She had always enjoyed a huge sexual appetite but had never wantonly abandoned herself as thoroughly as she had that night. It wasn't just the effect of the drug, she realised, it was as if something already inside of her head had just simply been amplified.
She'd never been fucked as thoroughly in her life—well, except by Obersturmfuhrer Helga Bachmeier, that was...
FOOTNOTE
The tall German woman pushed back her short dark hair as she languidly rotated her smooth sex on the petite Latina girl's face. The fingers of her right hand were curled in her hair, holding her head steady as she lazily covered the girl's face with her juices.
Juanita had been shy at first, but the drug had quickly released the girl's true nature. It was a long time since she'd had anyone quite so subservient and the nineteen year old beauty had proven herself to be the best pussy-licker Obersturmfuhrer Helga Bachmeier had experienced ... well, since the blonde British agent, that was.
She had closed down the complex almost as soon as it had been confirmed that Fraulein Alice had escaped from the complex. The token presence she'd left was designed to deceive the British invaders into believing that their rescue mission had been successful.
She'd even left a number of their prisoners there, for rescue, including Carruthers. He'd outlived his usefulness and his liberation would leave the British congratulating themselves on the success of their smash-and-grab raid. And the outdated research papers she'd left would be enough to convince the British they had all the information they needed on her work. She'd even gone to the trouble of hiding the more contentious documents in a safe to magnify their importance.
If only they knew the reality...
"Ja, darling, like that," she encouraged the teenage beauty, as she growled out her pleasure.
Juanita was her favourite among the prisoners she'd taken with her when she'd abandoned the complex. The drug was ever present in her system now, and there wasn't anything she wouldn't do. It would be the same with the British agent, not that she would have fully realised it yet. The so-called antidote would have an initial calming effect but would then begin to persuasively ramp up her need again.
The girl's long dark locks were damp and sweaty from her exertions and she wrapped a few strands around her fingers, trapping the young head between her thighs as she ground herself across the beautiful young face again.
Only harder this time...
Obersturmfuhrer Helga Bachmeier had always been a demanding lover.
"Ja ... good girl," she rasped happily. "Serve Helga!"
She increased the pace of her hip thrusts, closing her eyes and imagining it was the British bitch that was pleasuring her.
Alice had taken her by surprise when she'd attacked her and even now, Helga could still feel the pain from her fractured cheek and broken nose. But they would heal soon enough. If anything, they made her respect the British agent even more, as well as increasing her need for revenge, of course. That would make the young blonde's eventual capitulation all the more satisfying.
The stupid British thought they knew thought they knew everything there was to know about the GG1 drug but they were in for a surprise. So was Fraulein Alice. The levels in her blood stream would already be beginning to take hold and soon her arousal would peak again.
It would be at that point, if everything worked out according to the well thought out plan, that Helga would encounter her again.
Damn, the German woman found herself on the verge of another orgasm at just the thought of having the secret agent between her thighs again, serving her continuously just like this petite Latina.
The young British woman didn't know it yet, but it was her destiny...
The End
Behind Enemy Lines - Chapter 3
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