Jenny gaped in disbelief at the huge
airship with the encircled swastika on its side as it glided over the steaming
What was it
doing here? Where was here?
came flashes and cracks from the windows of its gondola. Its crew were firing down at something
beneath it. Even as she watched, several
small objects trailing streamers of smoke in their wake dropped from the
gondola into the jungle. A moment later
there came several bangs and flashes, and clouds of orange smoke rose up
through the trees. They were throwing
flares and grenades into the jungle.
Then, not a
hundred metres away from Jenny, eight or ten men and women, dressed in furs and
loincloths, burst out of the cover of the trees ahead of the drifting
smoke. The woman had simple animal skin
bags slung over shoulders while the men carried bows and spears. While a group of four women kept on running,
the men fired arrows and threw their spears up the airship. It was a futile gesture as it was beyond
their range, and the missiles only fell back harmlessly amongst the trees. More flares and grenades were dropped from
the airship and burst amongst the men.
knocked down and lay crumpled on the ground, while the others fell back,
shouting at the running women. Jenny gasped in horror and helpless anger,
clenching her fists. They were
slaughtering them before her eyes, and there was nothing she could do about
women were heading in her direction.
Perhaps they could reach cover before they were also cut down.
The drone of
the airship’s engines suddenly increased in pitch as it surged forward after
the fleeing women and then swung round above them. Jenny thought they were going to attack them
as well, but instead an object on the end of a heavy rope uncoiled from the
back of the gondola and dropped down in front of them. It looked to be a bundle of half a dozen
large curved hooks spaced one above the other and angled outwards in different
was, it had a strange effect on the women.
They screamed and clapped their hands over their faces and tried to run
on. But after only a few paces, they
stumbled to a halt, swaying and clenching their fists and then clawing at their
simple clothes, as if in the grip of some terrible internal struggle. Then they sobbed and turned and ran back
towards the device which was dragging about on the ground.
One of the
men who had been knocked down by a grenade blast shook his head and picked
himself up off the ground. Seeing what
was happening, he dashed towards the group and snatched up one of the women and
threw her over his shoulder and carried her away. Strangely, she seemed to be kicking and
screaming frantically, as if she did not want to be rescued.
three women threw themselves onto the strange device. They seemed to be trying to climb the rope,
straddling the trailing hooks as they did so.
Their hips were grinding frantically.
Jenny gaped at them in astonishment.
What were they doing?
airship’s engines droned louder once again and it began to rise, dragging the
women on the end of the hooked rope across the rough ground as if they were
fish on a line.
Jenny caught a whiff of the scent.
never smelt anything like it before. It
was like the perfume of some exotic plant.
It was powerful and strange and wonderful and exciting and deeply
arousing. She felt her nipples pricking
up and her pussy growing wetter. She
felt dizzy and desperate. She had to
find its source. She had to immerse
herself in it… drown herself in it! Then
she realized it was coming from the dangling line.
thinking, Jenny scrambled her feet and sprinted for the line as it trailed
across the ground with the three sobbing women still clinging to it. With a gasp and a lunge, she caught hold of
its last few dangling hooks, which were about the size of small anchors, and
hauled herself up on them.
were made of some light strong material coated in black rubber. Along the inside curves they had projecting
phallic-shaped prongs. They glistened
and reeked of the wonderful scent, as did the rope on which they were
hung. Perfectly naturally, as it seemed
to Jenny, the tip of the hook she had straddled passed between her legs and up
the cleft of her buttocks, holding her tight, while its inner prong slipped
between her pussy lips and slid deep up inside her. She clung to the rope, hugging it to her,
rubbing the hard nipples of her breasts against it.
and screamed in delight, not caring she was being kicked by the frantically
flailing legs of the women above her who were, she dimly realized, also mounted
and impaled upon their own hooks. Hot
raw pleasure filled her loins. She squeezed
her thighs about the hook, jerking and twisting frantically to impale herself
deeper, running her hands up and down the heavy rope as it rasped between her
naked breasts, enveloped in the invisible cloud of amazing perfume. She would not have let it go of it at that
moment for all the riches of the world!
being carried up above the treetops. The
airship was ascending even as the dangling hook rope, with its four female
catches, was being wound in.
oblivious to their altitude, the three native women were tearing at their
clothes, shedding their simple animal skins in an attempt to press their flesh
more closely about the hooks and rub themselves more intimately against their
suspending rope. Discarded clothes
fluttered away over the jungle. Jenny
saw slithering naked thighs and jiggling breasts and clenching buttocks
twisting and jerking above her head.
Drips were falling on her hair like rain from the inflamed clefts that
squeezed and ground and sucked on the hook prongs.
actually screwing themselves on the end of a giant air-born fishing line, on
the hooks of which they had first gleefully impaled themselves. Jenny knew this in a tiny isolated corner of
her mind, and yet she could not stop joining in the mad passion.
shriek of delight and despair, one woman came, and then the next and then the
third, all clinging onto the twisting, twirling, swaying rope in a frenzy of
Jenny sobbed and jerked her hips and clenched the rope to her and felt her own
loins burst as she climaxed two hundred metres up in the air, so that her
expelled juices fell like rain over the tree tops far below.
* * *
The next thing Jenny knew, the hooked
line with its human catch was being winched up through an open trapdoor on the
underside of the airship’s gondola into some kind cage which was set behind the
cockpit. The winch mechanism was
suspended above the cage, which was surrounded by a glassed-in walkway of
lightweight metal rails and perforated floor panels, on which four men stood
holding poles with paddle-like tips.
They were wearing old-fashioned olive drab desert uniforms, with caps,
shirts, shorts and ankle boots. Ringed
swastika medallions hung from their necks and rank markings decorated their
epaulettes and collars.
we’ve got them… close the cage!’ one of them called out above the drone of the
was slid under the kicking feet of the freshly caught women: cutting them off
from the terrible drop below and confining them within the cage. The winch was reversed and they were dropped
onto the new floor: flopping about in confusion, dizzy from their inexplicable
orgasms and impaled on the alluring hooks, which they still clenched between
their slippery thighs.
incredible arousing aroma was heavy in her nostrils and Jenny continued to keep
hold of the rope, but her orgasm had taken the edge off its urgency, at least
for a few minutes. She made herself look
The cage was
divided in half, with the other section aft of the one she was in. Two more women, resembling those Jenny shared
the hooked line with, were in its other half: naked, collared, gagged and
cuffed face-outwards against the bars.
peered in through the bars, inspecting their new catch with broad grins. Their leader declared gruffly. ‘That’s all we can expect to find today. The rest will have scattered by now.’ He
turned to the men seated at the front of the gondola. ‘The catch is secured, Captain.’
penetrated Jenny’s dizzy mind that they were speaking in German, but she
understood them perfectly. He had called
the pilot “Hauptmann”, which she had translated in her
mind as “Captain”.
Sergeant Herman,’ the captain replied.
actually said “Unteroffizier”, but it translated as “Sergeant”.
said to his co-pilot. ‘Signal
Neuschwanstein: The Heimdall is returning to base with six fresh little fish.’
co-pilot turned to the old-fashioned looking radio apparatus, the airship swung
round to a new heading.
get the hooks out of them…’ Herman said.
pushed the poles there were caring through the cage bars and began to jab and
slap their paddle shaped ends on to Jenny and the other three women. The
contrast with the rampant lust the terrible sexual hooks induced could not have
been greater. Each paddle slap felt like
being beaten by a bunch of stinging nettles, but tenfold worse. They screamed and sobbed and thrashed about
wildly, letting go of the fishing line rope.
The men, taking advantage of their confusion, reached between the bars
and grabbed them by the hair and pulled them off the string of hooks.
the phallic plug being torn out of her hot dripping vagina which clung to it
desperately, only coming free with a sucking pop. Suddenly she was empty, filled only with a
terrible sense of loss…
paddles slapped across her breasts, setting them burning and shocking her out
of her irrational carnal despair into a fresh hell.
onto their feet with many squeals of pain, the women were prodded into the rear
half of the cage. A barred door was slid
across, sealing them in with the two captives bound against the rear wall of
pulled the remaining scraps of clothing and simple bangles and strings of beads
off them. The women were wailing and sobbing as they were manhandled,
do not defile us as well…’
speaking in some other language that was not English or German, but Jenny also
understood them perfectly.
babbling in that heathen tongue!’
Sergeant Herman snapped, flailing about with his pain paddle and
smacking it against bare flesh until the women screamed.
the fishing hooks and still smarting from the blows of the pain paddles, Jenny
had a few seconds of lucid thought.
They did not
speak the same language. They had not
yet singled her out as different from the local women, nor had the local women
shown any surprise at the sight of her.
With her tanned skin, mud splattered body and bedraggled hair it seemed
that she could pass for a native. But
should she speak to the airship crew in German?
And say what?
opportunity was lost.
Jenny and the other women face forward against the cage bars, so their bare
glossy breasts were squeezed out between them.
There was an array of metal collars hanging from chains at about head
height on the inside of the cage bars.
The collars incorporated hinged and sprung hoops that folded down across
their front halves which had rubber plugs in their middles. Dangling from short chains hung on the other
side of the collars from the hoops were sets of metal cuffs. They snapped the collars about the women’s
necks and lifted and slid back the hoops so that the rubber balls were pushed
between their teeth, stifling their squeals of protest. The men then twisted their arms behind their
backs and snapped the dangling cuffs about their wrists. Now the tension on the collar chains, which
were fastened to the bars above their heads, held in them place.
rested their pain paddles and grinned, looking their prizes over with satisfaction. They pinched and slapped the row of bare
breasts protruding out through the bars and probed wet and swollen pubic slots
with their fingers. The women’s sobbed
and moaned around their gags and tried to pull away. The cage bars rattled but there was no escape
from this crude handling. Through
bleary, fearful eyes, Jenny now noticed that the native women only had sparse
pubic hair, so her bare mound did not seem that different.
lads, the officers had their turn earlier,’ Sergeant Herman said. ‘Now it is our chance… Sergeant’s first up,
of course… I’ll have this one…’
And he took
hold of a fistful of Jenny’s hair through the bars. He was a powerfully built man with
close-cropped hair and a heavy jaw and dark cold eyes, who regarded her with
free hand, he opened his flies. A large
penis sprang out, stiffening in anticipation.
Then he drew out a small brown bottle from his pocket and sprinkled
little of its contents over his shaft.
Jenny smelled the wonderful aroma that had lured her to the fishing line.
nipples were standing up hard and her pussy was wetting once more in desperate
need. She had to be filled again! She whimpered pitifully, her eyes growing
wide with pleading. He laughed and reached through the bars and clasped her hot
bare buttocks and ground her hips against the side of the cage, even as he
thrust his cock through them into her.
and almost fainted from pleasure. His
living cock was inside her burning with the strange potion that filled her and
she sobbed in helpless ecstasy, even as her throbbing nipples rasped across the
front of his shirt.
side of her, the other men had chosen their women. Their cocks were also out and anointed with
the contents of small brown bottles.
More of the pungent aroma filled the air. The fear and panic of captive women melted
into desperate desire. Olive breasts
capped by hard brown nipples were pushed outwards in frantic displays of
need. More cocks plunged between bars
and penetrated suddenly willing and desperate pussies and the primitive grunts
and groans of coupling filled the cabin.
Sergeant Herman rammed his cock up into her vagina and she squeeze tight about
it, Jenny knew it was wrong and nonsensical, but she totally helpless in the
passion that enveloped them all. He did
not need to hold her against him. She
would grind herself onto the bars and push herself through them and impale
herself even deeper onto him if she could until… ahhh!
terrifying, wondrous orgasm overwhelmed her and then sucked her into a warm
pink pit of satiated lust.