Gi Joe Cold War

[milkmaiden38]

Lockheed's stretched L-1049B Super Constellation

Toxic stepped off the L-1049B Super Constellation transport aircraft in her green camouflaged fatigues. She was carrying her sniper rifle in one hand and the standard-issue weapon-of-choice, the Colt 45 handgun in the other hand.

In her backpack, besides basic food, tent, and harsh weather gear was 4 anti-personnel mines. She was also equipped with a standard head-set radio with throat mic, as was the rest of the team.

She knew when they had arrived at the New Orleans Airport something big was going. The brass had sent one on their modern transport aircraft just to pick them up. The plane was full of their gear, their combat gear and there was a lot of extra ammo! The shit had hit the fan and the brass needed Duke’s team to clean up the mess.

Walking out to meet the team was General Colton and Vice Admiral Twain, behind them, was Duke and Lady Jaye. The flag officers walking in front was a really bad sign. Most flag officers would wait for them to get to the military briefing room at Langley Air Force base. Nope, they were in such a hurry, the flags were walking out to brief them on the tar mat.

Vice Admiral Twain held up his hand to stop Toxic, Doc, Scarlet, and Kidd. “You are getting right back on the transport. This is just a quick refueling stop.” The Admiral informed them.

“Duke has all the mission details and more information you can examine in the manila envelope.” Admiral Twain explained as Duke held up the large, thick manila envelope.

Toxic heard the aircraft engines behind them start to rev back up.

The Admiral looked directly at Toxic as he spoke his next sentence “This whole operation and all the operatives worldwide are counting on you.” He said then he took his finger and poked Toxic in her big chest “I know you have been a total fuck up your WHOLE career… but you need to get these people back. I DON’T care if you come back… BUT GET THEM BACK!!! NO FUCK UPS!! TOXIC.” He yelled. Then he turned to General Colton “They are all yours,… to inspire” and he took a step back.

Cover Girl

The huge man stood back from Cover Girl’s naked body, as the lead torturer, Razin Ilyich, walked in the torture room. Razin was a freelance Russian. He had turtored Nazi during the war. He had been hired by the Baroness to get Cover Girl to talk. He had heard the screams of Cover Girl as he approached the room. It brought him joy, but no results.

“You have been impressive at resisting pain” Razin stated to Cover Girl’s whipping body. “But it is for no reason. You will break. Everyone does. Why not break early and save yourself this pain?” The torture commander stated.

Cover Girl was gasping for breath … the pain had been unbearable … it had been so bad … she had lost control of her bowels and shit all over herself. She had almost passed out. They had attacked every nerve ending in her body. Her mind was still screaming from all the pain inputs. She could not think straight, but she knew the torture commander was talking to her… asking something. But Cover Girl did not care what he asking… there was only one answer she would give.

“FUCK OFF” The Cover Girl choked out. Spit running down her chin …

“Oh my … you are a stubborn one …” The torture commander sighed.

“Hans, repeat what you told me.” The evil Razin instructed the huge man that had been whipping Cover Girl.

“Dial Tone broke… told us all the agents names and the special unit organizational structure including their senior commanders. Vice Admiral Twain and General Colton.” The huge man stated.

“You see Cover Girl… it is better to cooperate… because fighting and resisting will only end … in your destruction. It is foolish to resist.” Rezin stated

Cover Girl could barely string two thoughts together, but she knew if Dial Tone had broken… they would not be still torturing her. She gathered her last bits of strength and said. “You must be hard of hearing…. I TOLD YOU TO FUCK OFF!!” Cover Girl screamed and collapsed onto the floor unconscious. The huge man unshackled her and dragged her back into her cell.

 

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"Right. Well, you know I'm not one for big speeches," General Colton replied. "Quite frankly, I find that giving speeches just eats up precious time! You know that, if I'm sending all of you, then this mess is bigger than any of us could have imagined. Our spies say that they're most likely in East Germany. I don't care who you have to bribe, kill, or screw, just get our people back!"

"I can definitely do two of those things, general!" Toxic unabashedly winked.

"Right. Good luck!"

The flag officers didn't both to shake our hands or wish us good luck, other than General Colton. Perhaps they felt that we didn't deserve it, either because of our track record or that that may not come back. We all knew getting on board that, if we failed, our government would deny everything and we would be nothing more than rouge insurgents and would be publicly executed.

When we took off, we were mostly seated together. I say mostly because, Lady Jaye made Duke sit one seat away from her while the rest of us were side by side in the front row, plus we had the whole aircraft to ourselves, other than the flight crew.

For this mission I was going to come in heavy. Out was the M1 Carbine. Now I was going to use the M1 Garand. Heavier, yes, but better firepower. Several Mark II frag grenades, two smoke and two thermite grenades, and toe popper mines to go along with my personal radio and other equipment.

Doc was bringing with him a field surgical kit, just in case.

Looking over, we noticed that Lady Jaye had a smoke in her mouth and her billed cap pulled to her right, shielding her eyes from Duke. We figured that something bad happened between the two, but didn't press the issue as we pondered the contents of the manila envelope.

"Blowtorch....Blitzfire....Cover Girl....and Dial Tone...Fuck...." gasped Toxic as we read the files. "Snatched at a bar in full daylight. How's that possible?"

"When we get to Germany" Scarlett said, "We should talk to Smith and Herman," reading the part where they escaped via a back alley. It was also added that they were chased for a short time by other 'officers' on foot. The chase was called off when the two fled into a public square.

Duke found a photo of Cover Girl when she was still a model, "Damn. She's hot. I'd fuck her. What do you think, Jaye?" holding over the photo to her.

"Hmmpf!" Lady Jaye snorted, turning away.

Over on my side, Scarlett wore the same fatigues as Toxic and she knew I was looking her over as we went over the files. Catching me staring at her tight clothes, she tapped a pencil to my forehead, "Focus, stud" she smiled and whispered.

"If our contacts are right, and they're back over the border, then we'll need to infiltrate" Toxic said. "Maybe we can get Smith and Herman to provide us with transport, get us close to the border and we strike out on our own."

I replied, "We still don't know where they are, if they are, in East Germany."

"Right!" Toxic replied. "Hopefully by the time we land in Frankfurt we can get a better picture and go from there. I feel confident that our spies will do their job."

"You feel confident?" jested Scarlett.

"Have some faith, Red!" Toxic smiled.

"Okay. We find where they are," I said. "We get to the border using vehicles, sneak over and find their base on foot, attack, free our comrades, and hot foot it back to the border."

"What's with all this walking?" commented Scarlett. "Let's try another way. We can do a low altitude parachute drop."

"That's pretty risky" Duke replied.

"Yeah. Beats walking half the way," Toxic agreed. "And the General did say that he didn't care what it took to finish the mission."

"Right!" replied Scarlett. "I got a friend that owns a small aircraft, a Ford Tri-motor. I think we can convince him to give us a lift in his aircraft. We land in East Germany and strike out on foot. Beats trying to sneak over the border by foot."

"How do we convince him?" I asked.

Scarlett smiled, "There are ways."

Conflict of interest

Dial Tone, or Hannah, she was confused as to her own identity because of what was happening. Freed from the restraints, the German citizen was being groped by this stranger with black hair, glasses, and a pronounced Austrian accent. Her blouse was open, breasts still covered by her bra. Baroness was surprised they were holding them in considering their size. Making her prisoner stand up, Baroness played with Hannah's large backside over the fabric of her pants. "Such a big ass, ja. Take big dicks, ja?" slapping both cheeks with her gloved palms that jolted the prisoner.

"Ja" gasped Hannah "dis gud". She didn't know it, but she was giving Baroness exactly what she wanted. Hannah was so washed up in lust that her tongue was loose and she was spilling out names, dates, and more.

Touching, fondling, whispering the right words into Hannah's ears that she was picturing the scenario, several men, with large cocks, ready to go down on her.

"Ja!" Barones licked Hannah's neck. "Big cocks. Fill your holes" her hands sliding up Hanna's back to her shoulders and then down to cup both her breasts. Jiggling both, the Austrian smiled before smothering her face into its cleavage. "Smothering you in their thick jizz..."

"Ja..." was what Hannah thought she was saying. In real life, she was telling Baroness who her commanding officers were and the names of several agents working in East Germany."

 

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Blowtorch and Blitzfire

The more extreme torture occurring at the complex was happening to Blitzfire and Blowtorch.

Both were in isolated cells, separated from each other. Each had a video and an audio feed from the torture happening to Cover girl. Each had been told, if they talked, the torture on the woman would end.

Blitzfire and Blowtorch both felt extra guilty for falling for the trap. Had just one of them not leaned forward when the agent opened that box! They all might have avoided this situation.

Blitzfire felt even worse as the unit commander he was responsible for the men and women under his command. He had fucked up… and now one of the girls was taking the blunt of it.

Blitzfire sat in his cell and tried to block out Cover Girl’s screams. He just could not do it. He ran his hands through his straight blonde hair. He tugged at his hair. He wanting to do something to help Cover Girl. But there was nothing he could do. Maybe he should talk… maybe… that was the only way.

Then Blitzfire reasoned again for the thousandth time, if he talked, they would kill all of them. No matter how hard it was to listen to Cover Girl’s screams, he had to endure it. He was so frustrated he banged the back of his head against the wall. Three times, real hard… until his head hurt.

BlowTorch was in his cell too. He too was guilty and angry as there was nothing he could do. Nothing. The huge, hulking man who stood 6'6" with ripped biceps and a bald head. He did what he had done all his life. He started to do push-ups. He focused not on the screams, but on his push-ups.

When his arms got too tried for more push-ups, he wedged his feet under the foot of his bed and started to do sit-ups. As he was focused on doing the sit-ups he heard 3 faint knocks on his wall. He tapped back three times.

He heard more taps. It was a code. It was their unit code, which was like Morse code, but only used numbers. He soon figured out the taps were from Blitzfire. At least he hoped they were from Blitzfire. He went to his other wall and tapped there. He did not hear any return taps. That was too bad, but at least he had comms with Blitzfire, and now they could start planning some payback!

Toxic gets an idea

The plane had entered French airspace and was maybe 45 mins from landing at Frankfurt airport. Most people had slept during the flight across the Atlantic, but not Toxic. She had studied the reports and cross reference their own encounters with the Baroness and Destro.

She had gotten an idea and talked to the pilot about some additional information she needed. The co-pilot had delivered the information an hour ago, and she had been able to come to a conclusion.

Now she was ready to show Duke and the team what she had deduced.

She got out of her seat, which got Kidd’s and Scarlett’s attention. “Follow me” She told them. Then she woke up Doc, Lady Jaye and finally a snoring Duke. She actually needed to shake him to wake him up.

Toxic said to Duke “Someone must have fucked the life out of you. You were REALLY asleep.” Toxic pointed.

“Why did you wake me up.” Duke grumbled.

“Because I think I know where Blitzfire and the team are” Toxic explained in excitement.

“You?” Duke challenged “You think you are better than the intelligence guys working for Gen Colton? Really”

“Hear me out. We know a little more about Destro and the Baroness than the intel folks. It took me a while… but I think I have found Blitzfire. I radioed my theory to the intel folks and they are double checking my work.” Toxic explained.

“Ok… spit it out this time… no swallowing” Duke made a bad joke about the time Toxic gave him a blow job.

“Every time we've had encountered those two, they are smoking expensive cigars or drinking expensive drinks. The baroness is the daughter of German aristocrats. First it was the black-tie event in Iran, then in the hotel in Jordan, and look here.” Toxic said and handed Duke a paper from the report from Blitzfire capture.

“They found cigar ashes in a club in Germany. WOW… that happens every night in German clubs.” Duke mocked Toxic.

“Yes, I agree… but the same ash was in the rental car… and it was from a Cuban Cigar. Very expensive.” Toxic pointed out.

“So?” Duke asked.

“Look Baroness and Destro are hands on leaders. They are part of their operations. We found them in the middle of Iran, Jordan and now this trap. They go where the action is. So it reasons, they are going to part of the torture and information gathering they are doing to Blitzfire’s team.” Toxic pointed out.

“Ok… but that is not a location.” Duke said.

“I know… but I asked the intel folks to figure out who was buying Cuban cigars in East Germany. No luck. But then I asked who was buying the Rémy Martin brandy. Bingo… only a few people in East German can afford it.” Toxic explained.

“Brandy?” Duke asked.

“Rich people don’t drink beer with their expensive cigars, they drink brandy.” Toxic explained. “I cross reference those locations with chemical weapons plants and MARS industry… and Bingo, I found a match” Toxic said. Then she pointed to Brettin in East Germany. “A known chemical agent plant, specializes in purple sleeping gas. Same kind used on you in Jordan and at the German night club. They also just delivered a few more bottle of expensive Rémy Martin brandy. Torturing is hard work… you need to relax with a brandy and a cigar afterwards.” Toxic joked.

Duke nodded his head “We’ll let the intel guys confirm this… I’m not going into East Germany based upon what some blonde with big tits concludes.” Duke stated.

His statement did not bring Toxic down, she was confident the intel guys would support her conclusion. As she walked back to her seat, Doc grabbed her. “Nice work.” He said, proud of her. Then he added “You are worried, aren’t you?”

“Yes” Toxic answered. “Very worried”

 

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I fell asleep while we were flying over the ocean. It wasn't until Toxic woke me for the briefing that I realized that Scarlett had also fallen asleep, resting her head upon my shoulder. "Good morning," whispering to her.

"Morning, stud" she whispered with a thin smile.

Toxic's idea had a lot of merit. She put a lot of thought and I personally viewed it as a credible lead. Duke being dismissive was typical of his grating personality. Something was up between him and Lady Jaye and it showed. Before, Lady Jaye would be right next to Duke with hunger on her face for another fucking, now she was standing over by me and Scarlett, putting us between her and him. Her soft cap bill was pulled in low over her eyes with a toothpick wedged between her jaws, reverting back to her tomboy appearance. Her answers were just one-word, "Yeah" or "Nope". If Duke asked her a question, it was answered with "Hmpf"

Later on, Scarlett sat down with Toxic, "I think you're on the right track," the redhead began. "It's definitely worth a try, and I think I know a way to get us there and back."

"How's that?" asked Toxic.

"I have a friend who still lives in Frankfurt, Kurt Tiller. He's former US Army Air Corps and he owns a couple of small aircraft and he's still certified as a pilot. I'm thinking, instead of trying to go through the border, let's go over it! Perhaps we can do a low level jump into or near Brettin. From there, we can approach the MARS facility and raid it, when we get our people out, we can find a small clearing or landing strip, have Tiller land and we can do a low-level escape back into West Germany."

Duke didn't know it, but they were going over his head and talking to the people on the ground to get things done ahead of time. Dismissive of Toxic, he was still trying to get Lady Jaye to talk to him, so now we were looking to Toxic for guidance. It was becoming rather annoying watching a full grown man following her around when her sitting next to Scarlett and I, and not talking was a sign that she didn't want to deal with him.

Before we landed, Lady Jaye went all the way to the back of the aircraft to use those lavatories rather than the ones that were in our cabin. Seeing her alone, Scarlett took it upon herself to go over and talk to her partner about what was happening. If there was dissention in the ranks, it could lead us to death during our operation.

"Talk to me, Lady Jaye" Scarlett said softly as she leaned her frame against the closed door of the lavatory from the outside.

At first she refused to talk until she realized that Scarlett wasn't going to let her walk past to get back to her seat for landing. Tooth pick still clenched between her jaws, lifting her cap's bill slightly, "Do you ever feel taken advantage of?"

"All the time" the redhead nodded.

"Yeah. Well, I got that problem and it's a 250lb jock with a boner that won't stop" Lady Jaye grumbled. "Don't get me wrong, Red, I love fucking, and I would do with just about anyone. Kidd there is kinda cute." Scarlett bit her lower lip. "But Duke...it was fun in the beginning. He could go all night. Then, near the end, he started treating me as though I was just a hole for him. He was calling me names, 'bitch' being one of them. Dirty talking is great, but I do not like being called a bitch" she wagged a finger. "I felt used. Then I went over and had fun with our neighbor at the hotel-Larry. He was different. He could roleplay and he was a tender love," drawing a deep breath and letting it out. "But he's married and we left in such a hurry that I...I didn't really get to say goodbye" her voice dipping in sadness.

"What are you going to do?" asked Scarlett after a pause.

"I don't know" huffed Lady Jaye, hugging herself tightly at the waist. "I just can't work with Duke right now. If we get alone, I feel certain that he's going to try and get back into my pants."

"Okay. I'll talk to Toxic. Maybe she'll swap you out for Doc," Scarlett firmly nodded. At this point, Toxic was running the show.

"Thanks!" chirped Lady Jaye. "I wouldn't mind being with Kidd" winking at the redhead.

Landing in Frankfurt and disembarking with our gear, the first person we met was one of the intel guys with a folder. "We ran the information, intercepted some radio signals and our agents nearby, they can confirm, thanks in part to spies, saying that both Baroness and Destro had arrived at the facility just after Blitzfire's team was reported missing. Once more, there was a lot of traffic coming from the facility about 'precious cargo' arriving. There was one phone call between two East German workers using the word 'shlyukha' along with 'precious cargo'. It was rather out of place for the conversation, so it was added to the intel.

"It has to be them!" said an excited Toxic. Turning to Scarlett, "Why don't you call your friend and see if he's available." Before walking away, the blonde asked, "I know he's not going to let us use these aircraft for free. And we don't have a lot of cash, do you know how much he'll charge?"

"I don't know" Scarlett shrugged. "It all depends on his mood."

Avoiding the terminal and going through one of the nearby hangers, we dropped our gear in the back while Scarlett used a phone to contact her friend. Ten or minutes later, Red came back with a smile. "He's on his way. He's picking us up in his truck and he'll take us to a regional airport."

"Great!" Toxic clapped her hands.

There was more to it. "I couldn't tell him what we were doing. It'll have to be when we get there, and that's when we'll discuss payment."

"Let's hope that he's in a good mood today," Toxic nodded.

About fifteen minutes later, a beat up Ford pickup truck rolled up to the hanger. The guy that stepped out reminded me of my crazy Uncle Ned. Sure he looked handsome, long-slicked back light brown hair, chiseled looks, and a aviator's jacket, it was his personality. Rolling up, he was hooting then slapping the top of his truck. "Hey, REEEEED!" He was surprised to see the rest of the team sitting with our gear, as if Scarlett had not told them she brought friends.

"Kurt, listen" Scarlett grabbed his shoulder. "We could really use your help right now. There's a lot to do and our friend's lives are on the line. We need to your aircraft. Can you help us?"

Drawing a breath and nodding, "Allright. Allright. Twist my arm, why don't you? You don't call for four years and now you just come back here? Okay. Fine! Get on board, all of you!" waving a hand to his beat up truck. Scarlett and Lady Jaye sat up front with Kurt while the rest got to ride in the open back, with no seatbelts and a lot of backroads.

Baroness's delight

Torture was hard work. The raven haired beauty laid on a plush couch, brandy in a bruised crystal glass in one hand and a Cuban in the other. She had spent a long time working over the most pliable member of the team, Dial Tone to get her to talk. She was talking, and the prisoner didn't know it. In between sessions, the Baroness and her 'guest' were making out. Baroness admired Dial Tone's large, round, backside. "Are all American asses this big?" giving it a large over her pants and watching it jiggle.

"Only the good ones" Dial Tone moaned softly.

Baroness scoffed, "Americans, they have so much of everything."

When it was back to their sessions, Baroness laid Dial Tone on a table, crawled on top of her before whispering more seeds into her ear, "You give me what I want" whispered Baroness. "I'll give you vhatever you want. Tell me, Hannah, vhat is it that you desire?" Hannah gasped that she wanted men and hard cocks. "Then you shall have it. Just give me what I want."

A short time later

"It takes on an art all on its own," Baroness mused, watching with a lit Cuban in one hand and fine brandy in a bruised crystal glass in the other.

"What does, my dear?" asked Destro sitting in a leather chair beside her, also with a drink and cigar.

"Sex, love," Baroness smiled, her eyes locked onto the show in front of them. There was Dial Tone, blouse open revealing her bra covered mounds, her chest and face coated in layers of cum. This was just part of it. Baroness had directed that the guards 'just humiliate her' for the time being while under the influence of the hypnosis, cumshots to the face would suffice for now. The guards, both Russian and East German, were delighted to have an American to ejaculate on, especially one with such large assets. Dial Tone was giving it all she got, slurping their meat, stroking them, taking them down the gullet while surrounded by more. When they came, they would splash her face with hot jizz, "American whores love Communist jizz!" one laughed as he drained himself on her forehead.

Blitzfire and Blowtorch only knew of what was happening to Dial Tone when one of the guards slid several photographs of her bukkake under their doors. The screaming from Cover Girl had died down. She was still alive, orders were to allow her to recuperate before going again. Taking the pictures and tearing them up, Blitzfire tapped on the wall in short hand. "Survive" He didn't want to tap too long and let the guards hear it. Just survive. Having a positive mindset was key to survival. They were trying everything they could think of to get them to talk, and they themselves had not cracked. 'Help is coming' Blitzfire thought. 'We wouldn't be left behind.'

 

[milkmaiden38]

Duke and Toxic

“WHAT THE FUCK? I’m the leader of this unit!” Duke declared as he climbed into the back of the truck.

“Duke, this is the best arrangement. I’ll be your wingman, cover your 6. Doc and Lady Jaye will be a unit, and Scarlett and Kidd.” Toxic explained.

“Lady Jaye needs to be with me!” Duke stated.

“The prisoners will need medical assistance. Doc and Lady Jaye can do that. I’m better at killing people.” Toxic explained.

“No” Duke said.

Toxic leaned over and whispered in Duke’s ear “I want to be near you, so I can suck on your tasty cock”

Duke laughed “Ok, you are with me. But next time, explain your real reasons to me sooner.” Duke instructed.

Two hours later at Kurt Tiller’s small airfield.

Ford Tri-motor aircraft took off as Kurt Tiller pulled back on the flight control stick or Yoke. The small aircraft leapt into the air. Tiller was a former US Army Air Corps pilot. He had been against the Army Air Corp becoming a separate branch of the military service. So when Army Air Corp became the US Air Force in 1949, he quit. Now he did various odd jobs for the Germans from crop dusting to transport.

He also made a few illegal trips into East Germany. The black market there was good and those trips payed well. They were also VERY dangerous.

“The trick is to fly low. So the Russian can’t pick you up” Tiller explained to Toxic. Then he grabbed the aircraft radio and spoke to the air traffic controller (ATC).

“ATC, this is Bingo Echo 55, over” He said

“Bingo Echo 55, I have you 5 by 5. Over” The ATC voice replied

“Roger, ATC conducting aircraft maintenance check flight, no planned flight route, over.” Tiller replied

The radio was silent for a few seconds. “Another maintenance check?” The ATC asked.

“Roger, over” Tiller said

“Cleared for flight, please mind East German boarder 15 clicks to your east.” The ATC warned.

“Going radio quiet, while conducting maneuvers” Tiller replied and turned off the radio. The he brought the plane to just above the tree tops and flew directly towards East Germany.

 

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We didn't get our chutes on until we were airborne. These T-5 chutes were from World War II but they could still work, though we would be dropping in at 600 feet, the bare minimum altitude for these chutes. Tiller would take us over the border, find a clearing and do a 180. Going back west he would 'bounce' pulling up sharply from tree-top level to 600 and then we would jump. Just a few seconds and he'll dive back for the deck and bug out to the west before the East Germans could react. A tether line was hooked up from the door to the cockpit. We would hook our parachute line on this. When we jumped, it would unravel and deploy our chutes.

When we get our comrades back, we would find a clearing large enough to take his plane and call for the retrieval, jump on board and all of us would fly back west to safety. That was the plan.

I helped Scarlett get strapped into her chute then she did me. Our gear was put into leg bags. Instead of tethering them to our legs, we would just kick them out with small chutes to lessen the impact.

Duke opened the cabin door behind the right engine, the cold air rushed past as the trees rolled by. The sun had just about vanished. Tiller could still see the shadows and found a clearing big enough for all of us.

Duke would be the first of us out, as leader. Then it would be Doc, Lady Jaye, myself, Scarlett, and then Toxic. Our leader stood by the door and tapped his shoulders with his fingers, "Check equipment!" meaning we check the equipment of those in front of us.

Lady Jaye leaned back against me and said, "Make sure you're thorough checking me" wiggling her backside against me.

Scarlett patted my backside twice and gave it a squeeze. Looking over my shoulder back at her, she smiled and nodded.

"Making my turn. Get ready!" Tiller yelled then pitched the stick sharply to the right. "Ten seconds!" We were poised, standing back to front. It would take less than 4 seconds for all of us to get out. "Here we go!" the Ford tri-motor shot up at a steep 60 degree angle then levelled out. "GO!"

In a flash we were out the door. This was a whole new adventure for me and I didn't have time to enjoy it. I jumped, the black ground rolled into view. I snapped my legs together, bent slightly at the knees and held onto the risers. In just five seconds or so I hit the ground and rolled. Thankfully it was on a bed of soft green grass. Standing up, unhooking and rolling up my chute, I found my equipment bundle and hustled towards the others as they ducked into a grove of trees.

We did a quick radio check between ourselves and with Tiller. Everything was good. No alarms were raised. Pulling out a map and getting oriented, we were about three miles south from the facility. The field we landed in was much too small for Tiller to land in. We would have to find another one on the way.

Duke issued orders, strict light and noise discipline. He and Toxic would lead the way, Doc and Lady Jaye in the middle, and Scarlett and I bringing up the rear. It was a loooong walk in the dark.

Inside the facility

Baroness declared that Dial Tone had enough for today. "Best not ruin it by wearing her out with too much too soon" she declared. By then almost all of the guards had their turn, having Dial Tone's tongue and throat slurping their meat then dumping their cum on her face and chest, all the while hooting "American whore!" Tomorrow, perhaps they could tap that large backside of hers.

She was ordered back to her cell. Two guards dragged her there, opened the steel door and brought her in and laid her out on the simple mattress that was her bed, belly down. About to leave, the two guards lingered a bit, wanting to have some fun. One bent down, grabbed the prisoner's large backside and slapped it, admiring it jiggle through her pants. "Let's do it then!" he said to his buddy in German.

"Baroness said that's enough for today" his friend replied. "Come on. There's tomorrow."

"No! I want it right now!" said the first guard. "I didn't get my chance. I want it now!" He turned and took two steps towards Dial Tone when his chest was ripped open and he fell to the ground beside the prisoner. Jerking back, the second guard saw Baroness sanding there with a suppressed pistol in hand.

"When I say it's over, it's over" Baroness replied.

A few cells over, Blitzfire was tapping up a storm. He heard the suppressed shot and the talking and asked Blowtorch if he could see anything. 'Nothing' Blowtorch tapped back. A minute later, 'A body. Not us.' That was a relief. It was the guard being carried out.

Outside the facility

We crawled on our bellies to a line of bushes about 100 yards from the south wall of the facility. Toxic used her sniper scope to scan the area. "Figures. Lots of guards. One at the main entrance. Four on the roof. Eight in the motor-pool..." The facility had the appearance of a factory, several brick chimneys were leaking white steam. A perimeter wall fifteen feet high surrounded the facility but there were no guard towers, just a security booth at the front entrance.

"Any sign of Blitzfire or his team?" Duke whispered.

"I don't see them. They may be inside" Toxic whispered. Looking over at Duke, Toxic laid it on thick, "How'd you want to do this?"

"Toxic and I will go in and look around. We'll try to get into the facility. When we give the signal, Scarlett-you and Kidd attack, take out the outside guards and secure us a ride. Doc, you and Lady Jaye hold out here, block any attempt to escape or reinforce."

It sounded like a plan. But it would take some time for those two to find a way over. Meantime, the four remaining teammates had to wait in the brush.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Toxic and Duke

Toxic felt the cold night air on her face as she scanned the facility one more time. She was looking for weaknesses. She saw the factory, the brick chimneys, the perimeter wall, and the security booth at the front entrance. Then she saw a wire leaving the security booth up to an overhead power line.

“Bingo” She whispered. She looked for any other power lines and saw none. She keyed her radio. “Only one source of power to the factory. When the time is right… you’ll need to put the lights out”

“Roger” Kidd replied. Toxic looked at the shot needed to cut the wire, she felt it was doable. She hoped Kidd could do it. She used her scope to examine the auto pool. There were lots of people there, but that was probably where their escape ride was located.

“Are you ready for the assault?” Duke asked, getting impatient. Toxic looked at the perimeter wall. She saw nothing but wall. Then she listened, there were noises, from the auto pool, laughter from the roof guards, some small field mice running along the wall. But none of that would help them with the wall. They’d have to climb over it. She keyed her mic. “I’m ready for it” She said to Duke.

“Now is not the time, you cock hungry whore, I’ll give it to you, after this is all over” Duke joked to Toxic. His comments were heard by the entire squad.

Toxic took his joke in stride. The squad knew what an asshole he was. “Promise?” Toxic asked in her sexy voice.

“You bet” Duke answered. Duke was no joking.

Duke and Toxic ran in a low crouch to the wall. None of the guards saw them. Duke took out the rope with the grappling hook and tossed it up to the wall. Quietly, he drew it back until it caught. Then he motioned to Toxic to scale the rope. Toxic was up the rope in no time to the top of the wall. She peeked over the top of the wall. She saw the guards on the roof. She waited for the right moment and slide her foot and leg over the top edge of the wall. Keeping low, she rolled over the top of the wall and grabbed the opposite edge. She moved to where she was hanging down the wall. The wall was 15 feet tall, she was hanging down 5 feet 6 inches. The drop was about 10 feet. She let go, using her feet and hands against the wall to slow herself down. When she landed in the soft grass below, she did a small rolled. She rolled to her feet and ran to the edge of the factory wall. The roof guards could not see her if she stayed close to the wall.

Duke was the next one over the wall. He recovered the rope and hook. Then he drop on the other side, like Toxic. Only he landed louder than Toxic. He ran quickly to Toxic. Above them on the roof, Toxic heard “Was war das für ein Geräusch?” (what was that noise?).

Duke was standing next to Toxic against the factory wall as the roof guards were turning on a large search light. The light was scanning the wall.

“We need to get out of here” Toxic suggested.

“Lead the way” Duke ordered.

Toxic and Duke hugged the factory wall… as they headed for the first door they could find. It was a cool night, but Toxic was sweating. This was not a good place for a gun battle, there was NO cover.

She found a side door and tried it. It was locked. She needed to make a quick decision. Force the door open or move on. She decided to force it. She pulled out her combat knife and used it to carve out a chuck of the wood frame of the door. It was near where the latch bolt held the door closed. The knife was razor sharp so she did it again, even more wood was cut away. She heard the noise of guards approaching, she saw flash lights getting ready to come around the corner of the building.

“Good enough” Duke said and grabbed the door knob and pulled. He tore the door open, breaking the wooden frame. Toxic and Duke ducked into the building. Duke held the door closed. Toxic pulled out her hand gun and pointed at the door. They both waited. They heard guards and even saw flash lights through the cracks in the door. But luckily, no guard tried pulling on the door. After a minute the guards move away.

 

[guyloveshotstories]

We lost sight of the pair as they went over. It was a long wait. Lady Jaye whispered, "Did they make it?"

"We'll know when the place blows up" I whispered back. My eyes were looking at the motorpool for a suitable vehicle, six of us and four of Blitzfire's team, ten in total. We'll need a something faster than a truck, maybe two jeeps. They'll give us a lot more speed than a lumbering truck. Thankfully there were two of them parked there that appeared to be in use. Hope their gas tanks are full.

"When it comes," Scarlett whispered, "I'll take out the guy at the gate. You go over the wall and I'll join you at the motorpool. Be ready with those explosives."

"I also got some CS and smoke grenades" patting my bag beside me.

"Good. Good" the redhead nodded. "I'll take out the guys on the roof. You deal with the others at the motorpool."

"When you take the gate" Doc whispered over, "I can string up some claymores to cover the road in case anyone comes up. We'll need to leave the gate open for our escape. I can also set a couple of satchel charges to cover our asses when we get out of here."

"That sounds like a p-" my body jerked reactively. Something grabbed me. For a moment I thought a guard had snuck up on us and was going to take us all down. Looking over my right shoulder and seeing nothing, I turned left to find Lady Jaye with her right arm reaching out and grabbing my ass, squeezing it. Is she serious? Is she really this horny that she wants to play grab ass? Thankfully, Scarlett stopped her by grabbing her fingers and lifting them up. Lady Jaye looked at her suspended hand as Scarlett reached over my body and dropped her hand over. That was a stern warning of 'Back off!'

"Let's get ready" Scarlett whispered. "We're heading out," patting my shoulder we rolled away and disappeared into the darkness.

Left alone, Lady Jaye looked over at Doc, "Hey..." she smiled.

Crossing the road near the front gate, I found a spot I could climb over the wall. Before I went, I whispered, "Good luck" to her and she smiled and gave a firm nod. Off I went. Scarlett crept along the wall, staying in the shadow of the wall. The single guard at the front gate was standing outside the booth that covered the gate controls, leaning against the frame and smoking a cigarette. Now to take him down quietly. Setting down her rifle and bag, Scarlett undid a couple buttons on her fatigue blouse.

The guard was bored. His only treat was the six free cigarettes he earned every day. They were cheap Russian ones, more grass than tobacco. Puffing his last line, he flicked the embers into the road. Such a shit job. It was the only one he could get. The guard turned about to go back into the booth when a whistle caught his eye off to his right that he spun towards it and his eyes widened. Scarlett appeared from the darkness with her exposed cleavage, "Hey there, big boy" His eyes were focused on her chest that he didn't see the knife stabbing upwards, under his rib cage. Thrust, develop, recover, and down the guard went.

I was going from cover to cover. Two guards were standing beside some crates talking, though I couldn't understand them because it was all in German. It was casual talk and their weapons were slung, no alarm.

Found some fuel barrels next to a gasoline tank. Perfect for rigging. I set the charges and waited for the fuze. When the fun begins, then I set the fuze and then run down the line of trucks throwing down thermite grenades onto their engine blocks and neutralize all but those two jeeps.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Toxic and Duke

Toxic had been sweating outside in the cold night air. But after the close call with the door and the guards her shirt was soaked with her sweat. Duke jimmied a wood wedge to hold the door closed. As Toxic looked around.

The factory was huge. One side of the building was lots of pipes, vats, and various boilers. The other side appeared to be for offices. Toxic had no idea where they would keep prisoners. She tried to reason it out.

“What are you doing” Duke asked as Toxic as he finished up with the door.

“Trying to figure out where Blitzfire’s team is being held. I’m thinking it probably is not on the chemical plant side of the building. Too easy for someone clever to escape. That means its most likely on the office side.” Toxic explained to Duke.

And I’m thinking it is most likely in the basement… so the screams can’t be held by the regular workers.” Toxic reasoned.

“For heaven’s sake. You are making so big assumptions. Just start searching. I’ll go this way” Duke pointed towards the chemical side of the building.

“Ok, but remember you might lose comms in all those metal pipes.” Kim warned Duke.

“Ok… Mom, then I’ll switch to smoke signals… One, if by land, and two, if by sea” Duke said back sarcastically. They both took off in different directions.

“I didn’t think Duke was smart enough to know Henry Longfellow poem. But those were lights, not smoke signals.” Toxic giggled to herself. The good news was very few people were awake in the building. She went into the office side and found a stairwell. She headed for the basement. When she reached the basement level, there was a long corridor with pipes running along the ceiling. The place was loud with fans and blowers running, and had a small “chemical” smell. Toxic had been right, the noisy basement could not be heard on the first floor of the office building.

The corridor contained numerous brick enclosed room. Toxic peeked through the small barred window at the of the steel door into the first room. It was filled with barrels of chemicals. But these room could easily be made into holding cells.

Toxic put her hand on the pipes running along the ceiling. She felt heat. They were steam pipes, used for heating the building. That gave her an idea. She pulled out her combat knife and hurried down the corridor to the first fire/separation door.

She slowly turned the knob, making no noise. Then she opened the door in a hurry. There was another corridor but at the end of it was a man sitting in a chair. Guarding the next separation door.

“Wer bist du?” (who are you) The man asked getting up.

“Ärger” (trouble) Toxic said and drew her colt 45 and fired. Drilling the man in his forehead. Of course, with a 45-caliber round, half the man’s head was removed and spattered against the wall and door. It was hard to tell where Toxic hit the man, but there was no question the man was dead.

Toxic ran to the man and removed his gun, and the keys from his belt. Then she opened the door ready to shoot again. There was no need, there were no more guards. Toxic saw there was a series of more cells. In one of the steel door windows she saw Blitzfire’s face looking at her.

Toxic keyed her micro “Duke… I found them. Basement level, office side of the build.” Toxic hurried over to Blitzfire’s door.

“Wow… am I glad to see you!” Blitzfire whispered.

“Don’t be too glad yet, we need to get you out of here still.” Toxic replied trying to figure which key opened the cell. “Where are the others?”

“I’m not totally sure. Blowtorch is on the other side of my cell wall. I think Dial Tone is near him. We are not sure what cell they have Cover Girl in” He explained. Toxic found the right key, and the cell door opened.

Toxic handed him the dead guard’s gun. “Just in case” She said with a grin.

 

[guyloveshotstories]

Looking at the chemical vats that were processing the purple gas that had caused them a lot of trouble before. In their current state, they were highly flammable. A couple of satchel charges, one to a vat, it would be enough to cause a chain reaction to the other vats and turn the interior of this factory into a funeral pyre as the liquid flames flowed through every door and hallway.

Rigging the fuze for a short timer, Duke made a call to Toxic to let her know that he was almost ready for the show when he heard a voice call out from behind. "Wer bist du? Was tust du? Du arbeitest hier nicht." (Who are you? What are you doing? You don't work here?"

"Of course" Duke growled to himself. "It's never that easy." Sliding his right hand towards his holstered pistol, he grabbed and spun to his left, firing a shot before he drew a bead on his target. It was an armed security guard holding a Soviet Ppsh-41 submachine gun, surplus materiel from the war. The guard was wide eyed and recoiled in horror. Duke squeezed off one shot and then two more in rapid succession. The first shot went wide, missing the man's left shoulder. The next two were on target, one in the navel and the other in the chest, dropping the man. The pistol was not suppressed. The discharge echoed in the interior.

The noise dimmed, many voices were heard in a mixture of German and Russian. Duke was about to call Toxic about the change in plans when the emergency alarm blared. "I think she knows by now" Duke said to himself. He pulled the pins on the fuzes and hustled out to find the blonde.

Outside, I was near the motorpool when the alarm was raised. Shit! I wasn't in position yet. I did not rig the rest of the vehicles. Guards ran by me towards the factory. "Kidd, you good?" Scarlett said into my radio.

"They haven't seen me" I replied. "But I haven't finished with the vehicles."

"We need that ride right now" she said firmly. "Try your best to destroy them. If you can't blow them up, just shoot the engines. I'll be there shortly."

"Right. I'm on it" I replied.

Scarlett dragged the body of the gate guard booth. On the road nearby, Doc and Lady Jaye broke cover and set up Claymore mines on the road in both directions with tripwires. Their part of the mission done, both Doc and Lady Jaye hustled to the gate thereby relieving Scarlett to come running to me so that she could drive out the second jeep. By the time she joined me, I was behind the wheel of mine and dumped two clips worth of ammunition into the remaining vehicles, hoping it was enough to deter a pursuit. The explosive charges were counting down.

There was so much confusion inside the facility that no one noticed Scarlett running pellmell into the motorpool, jumped over the hood of the second Jeep and turned over its engine. "You ready, stud?" she called to me. I gave her a thumbs-up. "Race ya back to the gate!"

 

[milkmaiden38]

Toxic

Toxic and Blitzfire moved to the adjoining, perpendicular, door which led to the second corridor. The second corridor was a parallel corridor to the first one Toxic had gone down. Apparently, Blitzfire, as the leader, was kept away from the other 3 members of his team.

“Get ready” Toxic warned Blitzfire as she got ready to open the door. It was exactly at that moment the alarm sounded. Blaring in Toxic ear. She concluded it was Duke’s signal.

“This is NOT lights, or smoke signals!” She yelled and opened the door. There were no guards in the cell area.

“Good! No guards. Let's get them out.” Toxic said to Blitzfire. She headed for Blowtorch’s cell. The huge man was looking through the small barred window.

“Toxic, I guess you just could not stay away from my big cock!” Blowtorch joked.

“I’d airdrop into to East Germany, sneak into a very secure chemical plant, just to get it” Toxic joked back. Suddenly, the doors on either end of the corridor opened and a guard entered the cell area from both directions. The guards had their guns up and ready. Toxic had not seen or heard them over the blaring alarm. Also, her hands had keys in them, not her gun. The guards both fired.

“DUCK” Blowtorch yelled. Toxic instantly dropped to the floor. This saved her life.

Blitzfire had a gun and he returned fire. Hitting the guard at the north end of the corridor. The shot ripped into the man’s shoulder. Blitzfire fired a second, that killed the man. As he turned to face the other guard. The man was already dead.

Toxic got off the floor and smiled “The bullet meant for me, killed the other guard.” Toxic explained.

“You are so lucky” Blowtorch said to Toxic

Toxic look back at him “I know, I’m going to spend the night with you” and blew him a kiss. It took less than a minute and Toxic had gotten everyone out of their cells. Both girls were a mess. Cover Girl could barely stand from all the torture. Dial Tone was not physically harmed, but mentally she had not clue who she was or what was happening.

“I think they gave her some kind of drug” Toxic thought.

“I’ll help Dial Tone, you help Cover Girl” Blitzfire suggested to Toxic.

Meanwhile, Blowtorch had recovered both guard’s guns. He kept both. As no one felt they could trust Dial Tone with a weapon, and Cover Girl could barely stand.

“This way” Toxic said taking the group to the south end door. It would be closest to the motor pool. Toxic had one hand around Cover Girl’s waist holding her up. Cover Girl was using one of her arms around Toxic’s neck and shoulders to help. This only allowed Toxic to use one hand to opened the south end door. She was hoping there was no more guards. She was surprised when she was met by a submachine gun pointed at her and the rest of the team.

Razin Ilyich

When the head torturer heard the alarm bell, he knew it could mean only one thing. Someone was trying to free HIS prisoners! He would not allow ANYONE to take his fun away. He grabbed his submachine gun, and ran to the holding cells. Just as he was about to open the door, it opened by itself and there were his prisoners. Luckily, his gun was pointed at them, before anyone could raise their guns.

“NO ONE MOVE” He said in his Russian accent. “None of you are going ANYWHERE” he laughed sinisterly. Then his eyes fixed on Toxic, actually the closest person to him.

“Oh, my, you will be fun. Like Cover Girl, only your breasts are much bigger.” He observed, staring at her big breasts. Suddenly, there was a gun shot blast and a hole appeared in Razin Ilyich’s crotch area. The Russian screamed in pain, doubling over. A second shot, hit the top of the man’s head, spraying it down the corridor.

“I TOLD YOU TO… FUCK OFF” Cover Girl yelled at the dead man.

Toxic looked down and saw Cover Girl had pulled her colt 45 from her holster on her hip and shot the man from that level.

“Nice shot” Toxic said to Cover Girl. The team went to the nearest stairwell and got back on the first level. The door to the motor pool was right there. That was when the vat explosion happened.

Baroness and Destro

Baroness and Destro, each armed, hurried down the stairs from their top floor accommodations.

“It must be Duke und Toxic. Oh, Destro… your plan has vorked perfectly” Baroness glowed.

“Yes, my darling, I told you, the dumb Americans would send a rescue team. I have already notified the East German armored company to close all roads out of here. The Americans are going nowhere!”

“Is a company big enough?” The Baroness asked as she got to the 1st floor of the factory.

“Over 100 soldiers and 20 armored vehicles. Oh yes, not even Duke can beat armored personnel carriers with hand guns!” He gloated.

As they opened the door, Duke ran by, headed to the motor pool.

 

[guyloveshotstories]

Baroness and Destro

Duke didn't see the two as he went running by. All he was concerned about was getting out of here alive with the rest of his team.

"That one" Baroness pointed. "I want him alive. I will have so much fun with him," drawing a deep breath and squeezing her breasts.

"Of course, my dear" Destro smiled.

Outside

The building shuddered under the explosions ripping apart its interior. Liquid flames were rolling through the corridors, incinerating anyone in its path. The windows shattered, flames licked up the walls towards the ceiling. One poor fellow found himself trapped on the roof with flames gradually encroaching on him. His choices were, get burned alive or jump. He jumped.

Scarlett and I pulled up in front of the burning building just as the front door was kicked open. Out came first Toxic, arm in arm with Cover Girl. Behind was Blitzfire, Blowtorch, and Dial Tone. "Where's Duke?" I called out.

"He'll be here any moment" Toxic replied as she carefully placed the injured Cover Girl in the backseat of Scarlett's Jeep. Toxic would ride shotgun while Cover Girl and Blitzfire and Blow Torch. I would take everyone else, including Doc and Lady Jaye.

Speak of the devil, Duke jumped out of a window, rolled across the ground and ran towards the jeep and climbed on board.

At the same time, outside the perimeter, Lady Jaye and Doc had rigged the road with explosives when some of the promised reinforcements arrived. An armored car and about a dozen mercenaries on foot. Like clockwork.

"Doc, we got everyone" Toxic pressed the transmit button to her throat radio. "We're heading out now. What's it look like out there?"

A BA-64 armored car reached the line of Claymore mines and tripped them, the C-4 detonated and spewed lethal BBs that swept across the road from both sides, cutting down the infantry and stunning the crew long enough for Lady Jay to sprint from the darkness and throw a satchel charge into the open driver's viewport and run back in the brush when it detonated, blowing out every viewport and sending a body cartwheeling into the air. "We're good here" Doc replied.

Coming out the gate, we didn't stop. We just slowed down enough for our two teammates to jump on board and we were off down the road with the glowing flames of the factory behind us. Secondary explosions echoed for many hours after words as other vats, chemicals, ammunition and so forth were cooked off. The factory would be left a mere shell, most of the building walls knocked down after the roof collapsed. The only thing that remained solid was the perimeter wall that was charred black on the inside. The motorpool and guard shack was also destroyed to deter a pursuit.

Getting to a small clearing, Scarlett hailed Tiller and his aircraft, telling him enter East Germany. "Where am I going?" he asked specifically. We needed an area big enough for his tri-motor to land in. There were no small airports in this area. We had to keep looking. A farmer's field would suffice. We went searching. Going down a road, Scarlett's eyes strained in the shadows of the trees when something appeared to be moving, then came the wink of a flashlight. "Shit! A roadblock!" she called and jerked the wheel to the right, her Jeep jumping off the road and into some brush.

"Hang on!" I called to the others and followed them into the hole in the brush. These Russian Jeeps weren't as rugged as the American ones and with no shocks we were thrown about with each bump. I was thrown out of my seat by leaving the road. What kept me with the vehicle was my vice-like grip on the steering wheel.

Behind us, the East Germans were firing with automatic weapons. Duke threw himself forward to escape it while Doc lay on top of Lady Jaye. "How you doing back there?" I heard Toxic via our radio.

"We're good!" I yelled back.

"Okay. Good! I think I found a place. It's a farming field straight ahead. We have to go through a wood fence. Just follow us through. Tiller is on his way right now."

Taking a quick look behind us, there were many winking lights. Shit. "They're following us" I said, They being the Germans.

"I got some Claymores left over" Doc replied. "Let me and Lady Jaye off and we'll rig them when we get to the gate.

"You sure?" I called back.

"Yeah. We got this!" Doc firmly replied.


It wasn't perfectly flat and the ground was soft but it would suffice.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Toxic

“They forgot to cut the powerline. Fuck” Toxic thought to herself. “That is how those assholes got help here so fast.” Toxic was a little pissed. But she knew she had fucked up too. She lost Duke during the rescue operation… and he blew up the whole factory, which was not part of the plan. Shit happened in combat, you needed to roll with it and adapt.

“Keep the fucking jeep steady” Toxic yelled to Scarlett as she stood up in the co-pilot seat and faced backward with her sniper rifle. “Time to put the lights out!”

She squeezed off shot after shot, knocking the chasing vehicle’s headlights out. It was tricky shooting, because of the bumpy road and the speed they were going. But in some really great shooting, she knocked out all the leading vehicle’s lights.

“That is how you fuck some east Germans!” Toxic boasted to Scarlett, confident she had solved their immediate problem. She sat back down and smiled at Scarlett. It was that moment that the area was lit up by a series of brightly lit flares falling from the sky. The East German flares drifted down slowly, illuminated the road in front of them.

“I think they just fucked us back” Scarlett pointed out

“FUCKKKKK!” Toxic screamed. She aimed her sniper rifle at the flares and started shooting again! It was really an impossible shot, but Toxic was trying anyhow!! What Toxic did not know is the flares and lighting were a big help for Tiller and his landing.

Doc and Lady Jaye

Doc and Lady Jaye jumped off the jeep, each with Claymores to stop the East German BA-64 Armored Personnel Carriers. “Put two down… keep the third, just in case we need it” Doc instructed.

They moved quickly and sank two of the mines into the ground, they barely covered them, as they were in too much of a hurry. Once placed they took off running toward the farm field and the landing Aircraft.

More Trouble

Scarlett and Ryan parked the jeeps behind an old barn with the lights still on. Everyone else was getting out the jeeps except Toxic. She was still firing at the flares. She managed to cut one down… which had started a fire in the dry grass fields nearby.

“GIVE IT UP… GET IN THE PLANE” Scarlett yelled Toxic. Toxic lowered her gun when she saw through the flames in the field, 2 vehicles headed at them from a different direction.

“MORE ENEMIES, NORTH EAST!” Toxic yelled and pointed. These 2 vehicles were too close. They needed to be stopped and now.

Aircraft Landing

Tiller would normally make one pass, over an unknown landing area before actually landing at it. But he saw the East German vehicles coming from one direction and Russian vehicles coming from the road block. He knew Scarlett’s team was out of time. He lined up the aircraft and dropped down for a landing.

It was a bouncy landing, but his guess on stopping distance was excellent. The Ford tri-motor pulled up next to the jeeps. Blitzfire and Blowtorch helped Dial Tone and Cover Girl into the plane. Meanwhile, Ryan and Scarlett went after Toxic to fight off the 2 attacking Russian vehicles!

Toxic drove forward as a burst of automatic weapon rounds rattled the ground around her. “Fuck!” She screamed. The weapon continued to pound at her position, but the tall dry grass and the small ditch she was in, saved her.

Toxic would never tell anyone, but she loved this shit. The more danger and action the happier she was. She was a bit crazy. But she was also smart. She had enough time now to figure out the pattern of the firing. The vehicle was shooting at her left to right, in three timed bursts. She waited and at the last burst she took off running at the approaching vehicle. She expected to be cut down, but the Russian had swung his gun around to the left to start the pattern again.

Toxic brought her weapon up to her shoulder; she gave the Russian a bullet through his heart. The blood splashed all over the driver which cause the vehicle to crash less than 15 feet from where she was standing. Toxic turned to help Ryan and Scarlett, with the other vehicle. When a bullet slammed into her rifle and sent it flying from her hands.

Without thinking She dropped down into the grass again. She had given away her colt 45, so she pulled out her combat knife. “Fuck! I’m running out of weapons!” She thought to herself.

The driver who was covered in blood, has his pistol out and walked toward Toxic. Toxic knew it was now or never, so she sprang up and attacked. The man was a bit surprised to see he was fighting a woman. That slight pause gave her enough time close the distance between them. He fired a shot, but missed in his hurry to get it off. Toxic got in a kind of tackle, where her elbow hit his chin and sent a tooth flying. She jumped to her feet as the Russian spat a mouthful of blood in her direction as he unsheathed his knife.

He circled to her right and tried to strike. Toxic parried his blade with her blade. Then Toxic tried to grapple with him. That was a mistake. As they struggled face to face, he was clearly stronger. He pushed her around like a rag doll. Putting everything she had left inside her, she managed to break free her knife hand and plunged it into his stomach. He returned her gift when his blade pierced deep into her thigh.

“SHIT” Toxic gasped as she straggled backwards. She was trying to defend herself from the coming deathblow. When she heard three pops from a pistol, and the Russian slumped to his knees, and fell over dead.

Toxic looked over and saw Ryan pointing a gun at the dead man. Toxic limped over to Ryan, who took her under his arm. They quickly made for the plane.

“I only got hurt so you would hold me again…I hope it makes Scarlett jealous!!” Toxic joked as they approached the plane.

Doc and Lady Jaye

The first BA-64 missed the gate, either due to the poor lighting, bad driving, or he saw a mine in the road. No one will ever know, but the BA-64 smashed into the left gate post. This damaged the BA-64, but the vehicle continued towards the barn house. The second BA-64 drove correctly through the gate and triggered the mines. This BA-64 was blown up in a massive fireball. Chucks of the vehicle blocking the road and gate. The East German vehicle behind is came to a halt as they check for more mines.

“Crap… we need to stop that APC” Doc told Lady Jaye.

“There is NO time…” Lady Jaye pointed out.

“We need to stop it, so the other can get away.” Doc said bravely. Without thinking Doc and Lady Jaye changed direction and ran towards the BA-64. They jumped on the vehicle as it drove toward the barn. The vehicle stopped. Then the top hatch opened and a gun barrel came out.

Lady Jaye fired a series of round into the cracked hatch. Then Doc quickly tossed the last Claymore into the opening. Doc and Lady Jaye drove off of the BA-64. Another exploded and huge ball of fire erupted out of the BA-64. The explosion lit up the entire area. Pieces of debris rained down all around them. This was their chance... Doc and Lady Jaye use the tall grass to belly crawl out of the area.

 

[guyloveshotstories]

"Careful," I reminded Toxic. "She may show her claws!" I carried her to the awaiting plane. Scarlett was the last one on, a quick look inside the aircraft's cabin, Doc and Lady Jaye were missing. Looking out, the flares illuminated the field to show the faint outline of them crawling away. The armored cars were stopped but infantry were rushing forward firing their rifles. Bullets were piercing the aluminum hull of the aircraft. "Take off!" Scarlett yelled and slammed the door shut.

"What about Doc and Jaye?" I called back.

"They're fine" the redhead replied. "They're going to escape and evade to the border." I didn't like it but there was no choice. Tiller slammed the throttle forward and his Tri-Motor lumbered across the field then jerked the yoke to clear the trees. We didn't like it, we just gave up two people to save four.

Crawling on their bellies towards the tree line, both paused many times when additional flares were fired into the black sky. They could hear men shouting, the occasional pop of a weapon then came the bark of dogs. Damn it! Thinking ahead, Doc was prepared for this. He brought some tear gas grenades, and several loose pellets. He learned from Brazil, a couple of crushed pellets would deter any dog from their trail. That's what he did here, covering their trail then they rose and sprinted into the darkness of the woods.

Running for perhaps half a mile, they paused to catch their breath and get oriented. Taking out a flashlight, map, compass and a poncho, Doc covered himself to read the map. "We got a lot of walking ahead of us" Doc replied.

"Everyone else is out of radio range, too" Lady Jaye whispered.

"We're prepared for this" Doc confidently nodded, sliding his map into his breast pocket then folding up his poncho and stuff it away. "We keep going east, avoid any settlements, stay in the woods. Toxic and them, they'll come back for us. We just have to get in a suitable runway far from here."

"You make it sound easy" Lady Jaye replied.

"Just gotta keep a level head, that's all" the black man nodded to her. "Let's get going. We'll find shelter before it gets too dark and cold."

Back in West Germany

It was a low and fast flight back over the border. We didn't know if the East Germans or Russians would scramble some of their MiGs to intercept us. Flying at only 50 feet and 150mph, the trees were rushing past. If Tiller lost his focus and clipped one, that was it, we're done for. We had done it, though. We rescued Blitfire's team, but two of our own were missing and that meant another reason to go back over the border. That would come only after we get these four back to our people.

Scarlett went to the cockpit to speak to Tiller who was none-too-happy, "They peppered my plane!" he yelled, "And I haven't gotten paid!"

"You'll get paid, don't worry" Scarlett rolled her eyes. "Just have medical waiting for us when we land."

The aircraft landed and taxied to the ramp and came to a halt. Turning off the engines, Tiller slumped back in his seat, sweat rolling down his face. He had not been in such a fight since Schweinfurt. What's worse, the American Military Police were waiting for us, fortunately they brought ambulances with them to take our comrades to a military hospital. Being carried out from the plane, a still blitzed Dial Tone looked around, "Cocks?"

The General wasn't there but he sent a rather uptight female first lieutenant to tell us that we were to report back to Frankfurt for debriefing. "When we get our missing comrades back" Toxic nodded. "Our mission isn't done until we get them all out."

"The General cannot authorize any more flights into Germany. The Russians are ordered to shoot down any aircraft that stray into their territory" the lieutenant said firmly.

"The General cannot, but I'm the one in charge of the mission" Toxic pointed to herself. "And I'm giving the orders," even though Duke was right next to her, he didn't say a thing, he was just oogling the lieutenant. "We're going back at dawn to try and find them."

 

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Marcel Bessette, 0600 the next morning

Marcel Bessette had light brown, wavy hair that was not combed, but looked great. His face was cheerful was wonder and curiosity. His blue eyes were accented with his round glasses. His short beard handsomely compliments his cheekbones.

Marcel thought of himself as a true French explorer. But instead of exploring some distance land, he was exploring aerospace engineering. He was finding out what could be done with Helicopters.

He stood next to the SO1120 ARIEL III experimental helicopter as Toxic and Duke drove up and got out. He had been adjusting the ARIEL III Turbomeca Artouste gas turbine engine. But the arrival of the Americans, but that work on hold, as he waited to find out what they wanted.

“Marcel Bassette?” The busty blonde with the large bandage wrapped around her leg asked.

“Oui” Marcel answered “Who do I have ze pleasure of meeting?” He asked

“My name is Toxic and this is Duke” Toxic answered.

"Oh zere ees nahtheeng toxic ahbout you” Marcel said as kissed Toxic’s hand.

“Ok, knock off the flirting, Frog. We need your help. We need to get into East German. It is a rescue mission.” Duke said bluntly.

“Eef you need my help, maybe cahlleeng me a frog, ees a meestake, no?” Marcel pointed out.

“We liberated your fucking country from the damn Nazi. How about you remember that!” Duke growled.

“Enough, stop the macho shit. We don’t have time for it.” Toxic said to both men. “Marcel, we’ll need to leave now. I’ll do whatever it takes to get you to fly us in there. And I do mean…whatever.” Toxic suggested

“No need mademoiselle. I'll do it. it ees a great chance to show my general what heleecahpters are capable of. Just as you amereecans are useeng zem in Korea fahr medical evacuations. I want to show my general what they can do.” Marcel explained. “How many people are we rescuing?”

“Two” Toxic answered.

“Oui” Marcel answered “The Ariel III has three seats placed side-by-side, it can carry 4 if I push it… but that means only one of you can go”

“I’m going” Toxic declared but Duke shoved her out of the way.

“I’m going! And THAT is final.” He said to Marcel. Then he turned to Toxic “Your wounded and I’ll kick your ass if you try to stop me.” Duke stated firmly.

“I got it, you’re going” Toxic agreed reluctantly

 

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We were surprised when it was Toxic, and just Toxic, coming back. She said that Duke 'pulled rank' and would be the one going in to rescue Doc and Lady Jaye.

During the night, Blitzfire and his team were medically screened and debriefed. Dial Tone finally came out of her hypnosis of sorts with utterly no memory of what transpired or even where she was. Because of that, she did not realize that she had given Baroness everything she needed to know. A blood sample was taken from her before she detoxed. It carried trace amounts of the product that it may be a enough to reverse engineer to combat or synthesize for themselves.

For Cover Girl, she got the worst of it. Doctors patched her up. We went to check on her and she was sitting at her bed, a blanket pulled over her, deep in thought. She didn't register that we were there but we knew that look, one of simmering hatred. We didn't know why Cover Girl was subjected to such punishment while Dial Tone was turned into a guinea pig. Perhaps it was Cover Girl's defiant nature. We don't know.

What we do know is, the Baroness and Destro were making more than just their crazed potions. They were coming up with new stuff and if it was ever used on a wide nature, like in Korea, it could have disastrous effects on the United Nations and the United States.

"If you ever see Baroness or Destro again," Cover Girl said to us from her hospital bed. "I want you to promise me that you'll let me kill them." They were better off alive but no one challenged her on that. In the back of our minds, we wanted them dead as well. Our military and government may want them alive to help fight their chemical agents but to us, they were better off dead. That way MARS and everything with it is destroyed and cannot ever be used again.

Also during the night in East Germany, Doc and Lady Jaye found themselves a hollowed out tree and decided to bed down. Throwing on their ponchos the two huddled together for warmth. "Hey, Doc?"

"Yeah?"

"How come you and I never hooked up?" she asked softly.

This made him chuckle. "To be honest? You were always off doing your own thing. Meeting new people, doing things..."

"Hehe. Yeah. I was having a lot of fun" Lady Jaye rested her head on his broad shoulder. "That didn't mean I wasn't interested. I would've if you asked."

"Perhaps. But you looked like you were having fun doing your own thing. I didn't want to get in the way. I was way too focused on doing my part of the mission with the medical stuff. Besides, I thought you were with Duke."

"Yeah. Well, don't say anything. Things haven't been going so well with him" she admitted lowly. "I mean, he's a good guy but he's really demanding. I don't know. I feel like he sees me more as a sex toy than as a person. That's rich coming from someone like me, I know. But I don't like it when someone tries to take advantage of that.

"I hear you" Doc nodded. "Sounds like you and him have some talking to do when we get back."

Lady Jaye scoffed then brushed her nosed with her fingers, "Yeah. That's IF we ever get a chance to. We're always on the go. Another mission and that shit." Doc wrapped his arm around her and pulled her in to assure her that it would be fine.
Now that made Lady Jaye feel selfish. She was undercover, doing a lot of sex, and here was Doc doing duty. "Will they come back for us?" she asked softly.

"They will" Doc said confidently. "They won't leave us behind. Go ahead and get some sleep."

"Okay" Lady Jaye whispered then kissed his cheek. "Goodnight."

 

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Duke and Marcel

Tossing his assault submachine gun on the floor of the Helicopter, Duke climbed in. Marcel fired up the engines and pulled the helicopter control stick back. The helicopter rose vertically from the ground. It always made Duke uneasy, when Helicopter did that. Things that fly should be moving forward. Marcel slammed the throttle levers forward and the helicopter pitched forward and sped across the landscape.

“We cahn fly much closer to ze ground, than ahn airplane. Radar will never peeck us up.” Marcel yelled above the beat of the rotor blades. Then he added “I cahn also land anywhere, weeth a moment’s notice.”

He was smiling at Duke, so proud of what helicopters could do. As he sped across the land, he watched intently for any obstacles in his path. They crossed into East German with no one noticing.

Doc and Lady Jaye

Doc and Lady Jaye had climbed out of their tree and were slowly working their way towards the West German border. They had made good progress, until they notice 4 trucks and about 100 soldiers fanning out.

“That way is blocked.” Doc observed. “I can see the East German’s doing this for miles. I think we might need to turn around and sneak into East Berlin. Then figure out a way into West Berlin.” Doc suggested

“I don’t think that will be any easier” Lady Jaye replied. Then her eyes spotted a funny flying machine headed at them from the west. “Is that a helicopter?” She asked Doc.

“It sure is… might be our ride home” Doc said. “We’ll need to show ourselves if it is…” Doc explained with concern in his voice.

“The East German soldiers will notice us too” Lady Jaye also figured out.

Duke and Marcel

Duke and Marcel had also noticed the soldiers. “I’ll bet Doc and Lady Jaye are close. Let give those East German’s a little morning wakeup call” Duke said.

Marcel adrenalin was pumping as he throttled the helicopter to full speed. Taking a deep breath, he aimed the Helicopter at the East German trucks. Duke knew this was the start of their strafing run. He picked up his machine gun and aimed at the targets as they approach. “FUCK YOU” He screamed as he open fired right into the trucks. He was either lucky or good, as each of the 4 truck exploded or caught fire. East German troops were diving for cover as the helicopter flew over them.

Duke and Marcel had only seconds before they would start getting counter fire. In fact, Duke could hear German Officers yelling at the men to start firing back. Then Duke saw in a clump of bushes, a black man and white woman waving at them.

“There…. Over there” Duke yelled to Marcel. “Land there”

“ahre you sure eet is zem?” Marcel asked.

“Not too many blacks over here. Yes, I’m sure” Duke yelled.

Marcel dropped down and landed next to the two as bullets started to hit the helicopters. Lady Jaye was in the Helicopter doorway and Doc had just grabbed the door, when Marcel took off. The two scrambled inside the helicopter somehow.

 

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The rest of us were back at base. We picked up Marcel's radio traffic. "Wez goot dem" he exclaimed. Then he grunted "Merde!" Several rounds shattered the windshield of his helicopter, spraying broken glass inside. Thankfully his eyes weren't injured. He put on a set of goggles and continued on.

In the back, the three Americans were tossed about before strapping themselves in. To her surprise, Lady Jaye saw it was Duke riding with the crazy Frenchie.

"Hey!" Duke nodded.

Reluctantly, Lady Jaye nodded, "...hey..." before scooting over towards Doc who was just thankful that they were getting away. East Germany rushed by as Marcel kept the bird low over the treetops. His helicopter wasn't equipped with radar. If he didn't have a radio, he wouldn't have known about the incoming threat. A radar operator called to him, "Ariel III, you have two bandits coming up your rear. Distance, three miles. Closing in at about 350 mph." A pair of Russian Yak-9 fighters were charging in, determined to take them down. Turning slightly to the left, Marcel tried to get a visual but could not.

Duke ran to the cockpit, "What's up?"

"Bon-deets" Marcel shouted over the rush of air coming inside.

"You mean bandits?!" Duke called back.

"Oui!"

"What kind?"

"I doot know. Vee are st-eel in E-ast Ger-many." Marcel quickly checked his instrument panel. Everything was still good.

"How far to the border?" Duke asked.

"A-boot vive keelo-meet-ers" Marcel held out five fingers.

In his head Duke deduced, five kilometers was just over three miles. Those bandits that were charging for them would over take the Ariel III before that. Not to worry, Marcel had piloting skills and his helicopter could perform feats that the Yak could not. He called into the back, "Git stra-pt in!" That was the only warning he gave them.

In the back, Lady Jaye felt safe being pressed up against Doc and his large body She was grateful with being rescued and after last night, when dawn came, she knew that someone would come back for them, maybe the whole team. She was amazed when the whirly bird came in. Instantly Lady Jaye with in love with it for what it was doing and wanted to thank the pilot and crew when given the chance. It was her surprise that the only other crew on board was Duke. Why him, she thought, over all the others?

Back at Base

There was nothing for the rest of the team to do except listen as the interactions between Marcel and radar control were going on. The rest of the team was sitting in the dining area, the calls piped through the PA system for us to heard. Marcel was keeping a level head. On occasion we could hear Duke's voice.

Deep down I was feel apprehensive. I've seen helicopters before but when they said that there were enemy aircraft coming, I didn't think that the dinky helicopter would stand a chance. Some of the Russian aircraft carried cannons 20mm or higher. If even just one hit that helicopter, it would explode.

Sitting at a small table, Toxic, Scarlett and I were slowly drinking cups of black coffee to get the boost back into our sore bodies.

 

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Marcel and Duke

Marcel knew the approaching YAK-9s had 20 mm canons and would cut his helicopter to pieces. His only advantage was his slow speed and maneuverability.

“What are our chances?” Duke asked.

“We ahre… how do you say eet… fucked!” He told Duke as the Yak-9 closed in. Then Marcel did the one maneuver that he knew the YAK-9 could not do. He pitched up the nose of the helicopter, this stop the Helicopter’s forward progress. Then Marcel was flying the Helicopter backwards. This increased the closing speed of the two fighters, so when they opened fired, it was too late. They had already passed the Helicopter.

“Good Job! Frog!” Duke said clapping Marcel on the shoulder.

“Zat trick will only wahrk once” He said to Duke with regret. “Now we ahre fucked”

“No, we are not. Let me show you how we do things in America.” Duke bragged with a bit of swagger. He yanked open his co-pilot door. The big man grabbed the door frame and hung out of the helicopter. His submachine gun in his other hand.

The YAK-9 came around from the side this time. Marcel stall maneuver would not work again.

“Duke, they are getting ready to fire!!” Doc yelled.

The two high performance fighters closed on them rapidly. The lead aircraft 20 mm guns started firing as Marcel banked hard right. Duke calmly fired his machine gun as the helicopter preformed the wild maneuvers. Duke fired a short burst at the lead aircraft. The aircraft suddenly pitched down and crashed into the ground and blew up. It was impossible to tell, if Duke had caused it, a mechanical defeat in the plane, or the pilot lost focus and misjudged the ground.

“And that is how Americans shoot down airplanes!!” Duke bragged. The second YAK-9 passed behind the helicopter without firing. Doc continued to watch it as it turned around and approached them from the side Duke was not on

“Here he comes again!” Doc warned everyone.

“We ahre ovair ze border!” Marcel yelled in triumph.

“That is not stopping him” Doc yelled back, as the YAK-9 continued to approach. Then suddenly, it veered off. For a few seconds no one knew why, until Kurt Tiller, buzzed the helicopter with his Ford Tri-motor aircraft. His voice coming over the radio.

“Welcome to West Germany. Welcome home” He said.

 

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"We got them!" Tiller said for those of us back at base. "They're safe." And there was much rejoicing.

Marcel piloted his helicopter back to base and set her down on the aircraft ramp, shutting down the engine and slumping into his seat, his body now stiff from the flight and fight. "Merde" he growled trying to open his hands.

In the back, Duke came down to see Doc and Lady Jaye. "Told ya I would come back for you" he boasted.

Opening the hatch and letting them out, we were all there to welcome them. The two rescued heroes were tightly embraced by everyone. There was a quick medical examination followed by a debriefing for the pair before they were released to the team for us to properly celebrate both our successful mission and their safe return.

"We wanted to come back for you" Scarlett said.

"I know you did" Doc nodded as we sat around a simple, empty, dinner table in one of the base's back buildings where we wouldn't be disturbed. Marcel and Tiller joined us, why not? They were part of the mission and the reason we were still alive. "You made the right call. Those Ruskies and East Germans, they were combing the area for us. Dogs and everything."

"I hate dogs" Tiller growled.

Wanting to liven the party, Marcel appeared with bottles of wine and champagne. "Zorry" he said. "I do not have glazes".

"That's okay!" roared Duke. "Pop the cork and pass it around!"

"Monsieur!" Marcel gasped, deeply offended, "This is Domaine de la Romanée-Conti Romanée-Conti Grand Cru. It deserves to be treated with respect!" Damn, he thought. Damn, Americans! Uncultured swine!

"Hang on" Lady Jaye stood up from her chair. "I'll find some glasses."

"No need!" a voice called out from the door. Our heads turned to find a smiling Blitzfire, Blowtorch, Dial Tone, and even Cover Girl, though the latter still had bandages on her body and each one in a set of a new, clean and pressed fatigues. In his hands were several crystal glasses that he lifted from the Officer's Mess and set one in front of each of us around the table. His team sat on one end and we on the other.

Now satisfied, Marcel popped the cork on the first battle and poured two finger's worth of the concoction into our glasses until we each have some. Blitzfire took it upon himself to stand and make the toast. "Normally I don't like giving speeches, but I can honestly say, if it weren't for all of you, including both Tiller and Marcel here, we would all be dead. Toxic, Duke, Lady Jaye, Doc, Scarlett and Kidd, I've seen a lot of crazy shit in my time but a rescue behind enemy lines, well, that's something I've only seen in the movies. But you guys did a damn fine job and we owe you everything. Here's to another successful mission" and held up his glass. We all held up ours in respect then drew in our glasses and drank.

"Ah!" Marcel sighed. "The finest!"

"Blitzfire" Toxic asked. "What's going to happen to your team now?"

"I don't know yet" the leader shrugged as he sat down. "We've been debriefed but command hasn't said what they're going to do to us." Deep down he felt that his team was compromised. They may just disband them and send them all Stateside or even just discharge them but he didn't want to bring that up and be a party pooper.

"Let's hope there's another one lined up for you" Lady Jaye nodded to him.

"Here's hopping" Blowtorch nodded as he downed the rest of his drink. There was plenty of alcohol to go around and that wasn't the only thing. Cover Girl found boxes of good crackers and cheese to go along with it. "Ah! Merci!" laughed Marcel. "Can't have good wine without crackers and cheese."

"No snails?" snickered Duke and was caught in the many leers from the two teams.

"Monsieur" Marcel said calmly. "My people eat snails, oui. However, escargot is also consumed in much of Europe. Also in your Louis-iana, oui? Also, your people eat snake, possum and alligator! The difference between us and you in our cuisine is, we prepare with class, with fine wine and music and not BEER and cigarettes!"

We were laughing. Duke got burned by Frenchie!

Scarlett and I were seated side by side. Under the table we were holding hands. We couldn't see it but Lady Jaye was holding onto Doc's thigh. Toxic was holding something else.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Secret Meeting Room in East Germany

Black Out

“Americans are unpredictable people. They are hysterical. Reports from our Intelligence people indicate that the Korean War is pushing America to the brink of an atomic attack on China.” Destro explained to the man in front of him.

“You have read these reports and you know what I say is true. We like war. Conflict is good. War is almost always started out of fear. Some country feeling unsecure. So we need you to push the Americans, make them feel unsafe in their own country.” Destro said

“There is a certain powerful Pentagon Group being called “the GI Joes” led by Vice Admiral Twain and General Colton. You know this group; you use to be a member of their team. I want you to kill both of their leaders. I want you to make it look like, China did it. You should enjoy getting back at these two, as they kicked you out of the “GI Joes”. Destro explained.

“The West is confused. Tensions are high. Their reactions are clumsy, their strategy disorganized. It can be seen with their stupid rescue mission. Now is the time to tip them over” Destro finished.

“I understand” Black Out said “Who will be helping me?” He asked.

“I will provide you the best members of my private army, Iron Grenadiers. In particular, Miss Squealer and The Enchantress, with Barnacle and Crusher as your muscle” Destro responded to Black Out’s question.

 

[guyloveshotstories]

The alcohol was flowing freely. It was a good thing I wasn't a drinker because even just a single glass was getting to me. Call me a light-weight. Someone like Toxic was a heavy drinker and life of the party with her singing and downing endless glasses of Marcel's fine stuff.

Duke was also slamming them and eyeing Lady Jaye who held onto Doc's hand tightly, fearing she'll be ripped away. Her attitude towards him had somewhat softened. It was pretty brave of him to come back on that whirly bird into East Germany and shooting down one of those fighters was pretty hot but she remembered where the drinking led to, a lot of fucking and that was it. Almost no cuddling, no romance. Part of her missed him, just a part.

Doc could sense her hesitation. In his mind he said he wouldn't let Lady Jaye out of her sight tonight. Hopefully Duke will keep himself under control. Probably not considering the company they were in. He could only hope.

Dial Tone didn't remember much of her captivity. She remembered the bar shootout and vague a black clothed woman and some hands and that was about it. She pondered between her drinks over what it all meant. In her mind she was trying to piece everything together, her captivity by correlating our stories into one cohesive narrative. There were a lot of gaps. She was thinking about it so much that she was drifting into La La Land while everyone else around her was drinking and living it up.

"I hope we don't have to go home" Duke said to Lady Jaye. "We should finish what we started."

"What we started?" gasped Lady Jaye. "We didn't start anything. It was that bitch Baroness and Destro. They're responsible for everything happening around the world."

Duke added, "Taking out one of their factories isn't going to stop them."

"Yeah. I agree with you..." Lady Jaye began to say then stopped herself with a hand over her mouth. That kind of talk would only galvanize his drunken feelings.

Too late. "I hope they don't send us home" Duke continued to fume. "Not yet. Not until we're done!" slamming a fist onto the table that rattled the bottles and glasses and silenced everyone.

"Eaz-ee, my friend" Marcel said. "Howz you say, 'Don't let dit git to your heed?" tapping his forehead with a finger.

"No one is going anywhere tonight!" Blitzfire said. "Tonight is for us! Our teams! Tomorrow can wait!" holding up his glass to harumphs and palms striking the table.

Tiller rose from the table and excused himself to use the restroom on the other side of the building. I was talking to Lady Jaye when Scarlett also rose, leaning to me saying, "I'll be right back." I didn't think anything of it and didn't see her walking after Tiller as the door to the dining area closed.

 

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Toxic and Blowtorch

"He looks really good," Toxic thought to herself. As her eyes looked over Blowtorch’s body. She could feel her nipples become erect. She was seated next to him at the party. Everyone was having fun. But she wanted more. She wanted him. "Not here," she said to herself. But she knew, that was exactly the risky and exciting thing that Toxic did. She knew she would not be able to fight the feeling off long. She imagined his strong hands running down her body. A slight shiver shot down her spine and she could feel herself growing wet. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip lightly.

"What were you really thinking about?" Blowtorch asked as he noticed her funny look. Toxic bit her lower lip again and lowered her eyes. After a few moments, she looked back up at him. "Oh, really?" he laughed. Somehow, he knew how to read her. Then she took her hand, under the table and slide it over to his leg. She rubbed his leg.

"And what do you think you are doing?" Blowtorch questioned.

"I think you know that already," Toxic answered. As her hand moved to his crotch. She started to rub on his now hardening cock. He grinned.

"You know, you are nothing but trouble," Blowtorch joked. Toxic made her hand make circles around his huge hard crotch bulge. She could feel his cock tugging at his pant fabric aching to break free. Blowtorch’s voice cracked. "We really should go… " he trailed off as Toxic whispered “Just act normal, don’t look at me”

Blowtorch looked at someone else talking as Toxic unzipped his pants. She began to stroke his huge cock under the table. Blowtorch knew this was insane. But he also knew she would not stop until she got what she needed.

Toxic was stroking him even and steady. She continued to rhythmically pump the length of his big rod. She was good, and knew the right pressure to work up a good load of cum. No one seem to notice, what was happening.

Although, as Blowtorch got more excited, his breathing became faster.

"Mmm..." Blowtorch heard a soft moan from Toxic. He glanced over to her, and was surprised her other hand was in her lap pressed against her crotch. Her nipples poking stiffly against her top. She was stroking herself off too!

She was rubbing his thick meat, standing tall under the table. They were both breathing rapidly, but covered it up well. Toxic slid the ring of her fingers up and finally nestles under the flare of Blowtorch’s cockhead. She was going to make him blow his load now.

She stroked him faster. He felt that unmistakable tingle in his loins. The feeling of impending ejaculation. She was gliding her hand up and down his shaft.

A wave of cum rushes up and out of his cock. His balls squeezed and powered his first cum shot against the underside of the table. His squirted hard, and the cum dripped off and fell heavy to the floor. Then another ribbon of cum spurted out. Toxic continued pumping his cock, as three more thick wads spray out. Blowtorch was good and did not grunt or groan from the exquisite pleasure.

Now the cum oozes from his cock and rolls down the shaft and over Toxic's fingers. His cock pulses finally subsided as he gradually caught his breath. His still thick and swollen cock, softer now, was hanging, twitching between his spread legs, a pearly string of cum dangling from the tip.

Toxic had cum too, during all of this. Her crotch soaking wet. She brought her pussy hand up to the table and grabbed a napkin. She wiped the cum off her other hand under the table.

Once her hands were clean, she handed more napkins to Blowtorch. "Here" She said. He cleaned up his cock tucking it back in his pants, and the underside of the table.

Then giggling, Toxic knocked over a drink into her lap. "Oh shit" She gasped as she ducked under the table, she wiped up all the cum under the table and picked up the glass.

 

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Scarlett and a old flame

Tiller and Scarlett excused themselves to use the facilities, at least that's what they gave the impression of. The pilot went into a back bathroom, it was clean, virtually pristine and little used.

Washing his hands at the sink, Tiller head the door behind him open then close before the 'click' of the doorknob lock. Glancing up at the mirror and seeing the shape of a woman, the pilot spun to see Scarlett there with a smirk and arms folded in front of her chest. "You didn't call me after Paris" she teased.

"I got busy" Tiller smiled back. He meant with the war but it came out sound naughty.

"I'm sure you did" the redhead stepped forward. "But I still owe you for what you did."

He batted that away, "Ah. Well, I did what I had to do. It felt great being back in the air again. Things have changed" Tiller nodded. "You have certainly changed."

"Yeah" the redhead crossed her arms. "I'm not like that naïve lieutenant anymore."

"No" his eyes looked her over. She had a fuller body, larger muscles, longer hair, full face, large chest and backside. All admirable qualities he liked. "You aren't."

"You though" she playfully wagged a finger towards him, "Always looking for danger."

"I'll take it wherever I can get it" Tiller buckled his eyebrows. The two looked at each other in silence before silently moving towards each other and falling into a tight embrace, lips locked.

In moments, Tiller's hands were grabbing her ass over her trousers. Then came a jolt to Scarlett's mind that she stepped back suddenly, slipping from his grasped.
"I-I can't" she waved her hands towards him.

"Did I do something wrong?" Tiller asked, confused.

"No. No. It's not you" Scarlett rubbed her head. "It's...I'm with someone."

"Oh"

"I mean...it's hard to explain...." Scarlett trailed off. "I-uh-I'll have to talk to you later." With that she left the bathroom and left Tiller bewildered. Walking back towards the party, Scarlett's mind was buzzing. She could remember Paris in all its glory, hours that didn't seem to end. That was the past. There was someone else, someone special and permanent. Of course it could've gone covert but she wouldn't be able to hold it away from me forever. She wasn't going to do it unless she got permission, like at the lovely mansion, and ensured that I was equally entertained.

I didn't notice it sitting at the table but Toxic and Blowtorch had this smug, shit-eating grins like there was something going on that only they knew about. I wasn't a drinker but it was everything else going on around us that I didn't see anything as we were reaching our limit on the booze. It was a successful mission and were entitled to a drink and a good time, but what happened after we cut ourselves off from the alcohol was a mystery.

Duke knew what he wanted to do, he had been leering at it across the table from him, the petite Lady Jaye. She knew and her attitude towards him had somewhat softened for his efforts but she wasn't oblivious to his leer.

Cover Girl was still somewhat firm but had loosened up after being with the group that she was talking to Marcel as he was taking inventory with his wines. That's good. She was relaxing. Maybe not getting wasted but certainly relaxing.

Then there was Dial Tone being wide eyed and looking around as if confused as to what she should be doing while everyone else was talking, laughing, and enjoying themselves.

Scarlett came back and sat beside him, gripping my hand under the table. "You okay?" I asked when I saw her firm jaw.

"Yeah. I'm fine" she said in whisper. "Can we talk somewhere?"

 

[milkmaiden38]

Black Out

He was on a flight to the United States. His head was filled with different emotions. The flight felt like he was flying home, but that was not true. It was the country he was born in and had wanted to fight for. But Gen Colton and Vice Admiral Twain had put an end to that ambition. Blackout was denied access to the team because he failed his psychology exam. "It was bullshit, there was nothing wrong with him." He thought.

Then they said it was determined he was suspect in the disappearance of his sister. He could not take it anymore. He took off and searched out Destro and Baroness. He offered his services to them. Now he was their gun for hire.

Black Out was trying to figure who he wanted to kill first, Colton or Twain. He hated both of them. Gen Colton because he thought the man was a self-righteous, holier than thou, asshole. Adm Twain, because he was a Navy Officer. All Navy Officers were assholes. It was a hard choice. Perhaps he would just flip a coin.

Toxic and Blowtorch (after the party)

“You were very naughty” Blowtorch said as his tongue gently probed her pussy, savoring the taste of her love juices upon his lips. Toxic's clit throbbed urgently but he was going to take his time. He maintained a gentle but persistent licking as the blonde impatiently thrust her hips forward, propelling her pussy towards his teasing tongue. Blowtorch held his ground so she moved her pussy closer and pressed harder against his face. He did not respond as she rode his face harder. He tightened his grip upon her hips.

"Holy shit!" Toxic gushed as Blowtorch picked her up off the bed, using his face on her pussy. Blowtorch was so strong that he laid her on her back without so much as a grunt of exertion. The face-to-cunt position still intact.

Blowtorch slapped her throbbing clit back and forth with the tip of his tongue. He flicked it with the pace and accuracy of a boxer hitting a speed bag. Toxic felt a shudder of bliss rocket up her spine. Blowtorch was giving her incredible head. Toxic could feel the wave of pleasure welling up inside her.

"Oh God. I'm coming," Toxic moaned, as her pussy muscles started clenching, her legs trembled and electric shocks rippled through her nervous system.

"Good girl," Blowtorch said.

He held her hips as she came, holding her tight until the convulsions stopped. Then he stood up, his blood-filled erection pointing outward, veins bulging and a tiny bubble of precum glistening on the tip.

Toxic sat up, grasped the shaft and stroked it.

"Fuck me, you big stud," Toxic asked.

Toxic leaned back against the bed and spread her legs. She felt Blowtorch’s cockhead pushing against her wetness, the tip slipping partially in. He paused for a moment, then pressed deeper. His cock pushing against her pussy walls as his shaft began to slide deeper inside.

"Mmmmmm" Toxic moaned.

He was sliding in and out of Toxic's pussy now. He started to catch a rhythm, pulling more than halfway out and then thrusting all the way inside of her. So deep Toxic could almost feel his penis against her stomach.

Every stroke ended up deeper inside of her. The thrusts were getting faster and more frantic. Toxic breathing and heart rate sped up. Her pussy felt like it was being stretched and manipulated, full and spread, then tightening up as he pulled back, then full in again. Their bodies crashed together at the end of each thrust, and they both moaned.

A second orgasm rippled through Toxic’s pussy, legs and up her spine. Her muscles convulsing as he thrusted into her. He continued thrusting, as her pussy was still tingling with orgasm.

He pulled her hips as hard as he could and slammed his cock in as far as it would go. Then he filled her with his warm cum. He held her tight as his cock throbbed deep inside of her, flooding her.