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Part xi
Birds of prey
Lady blackhawk
‘Mein Gott, this is boring,’ Nazi said, toeing the semi-conscious American with his boot. ‘Perhaps I should leave you to recover your strength?’ Despite his words, he picked her up by the remains of her flight top and moved forward so that he hammered her back into the wall, knocking her breath completely out of her.
Zinda hung there, looking down at him from behind her dishevelled gold locks. 'You sure got...a way...with girls...Fritz...aaaaaaaaaa!' She gasped softly as her long legs pushed to either side of his hips by him moving even closer to her, pressing his hard body against her own.
‘Amazing you haf your voice back so quickly,’ he said with surprise. ‘Though that is vat you Yankee women love to do, is it not? Talk? Vill you begin to regale me vith stories of apple pie and baseball next?’
She shook her head, trying to clear it. 'Yeah, I can tell you all about Babe Ruth. You’d have like him - he liked to...play with his balls too...' Summoning what little strength she had left she wrapped her booted legs around his waist and began to pressing him tight. She had crushed the kidneys of a German storm-trooper like that once, but now the only effect was to cause her more pain as she stained her aching muscles.
Damn - what will it take to slow down this freak...he’s like a frickin’ walking Panzer.
Zinda’s ribs were hurting her but she could see that her activity have a reaction on his face. She tried to bring her legs up between them to kick at him, but he leaned in and blocked the move. ‘More, more! Tighter!’ he ordered. ‘Show me your Aryan strength.’ He barked out the words with a sarcastic voice, then crushed his fist into her face. Her head snapped back and she tasted more of her own blood.
Using all her remaining strength, Zinda leaned back and got a leg up between their bodies. She felt the muscle in the back of her limb strain to tearing point as she sent it snapping it up straight, her heel catching him under the jaw and pushing his head back as she screamed in anger.
‘Try this strength, jack-booter!’
He moved back as an effect of the hit, but then stood his ground. ‘Come on bitch, I´m just varmed up,’ he scoffed at her.
She staggered forward, shifting her weight, then kicked out again, her boot driving into his stomach so he again bounced back. 'That’s for Dunkirk, asshole!' He licked his lips and she could see her blows only made him more angry, but Zinda never backed down from a fight. She spun about, her reverse kick landing along his jaw. 'And that’s for the Blitz.'
Nazi absorbed the impact, then he moved forward like a living wall. He caught her leg and slammed his elbow into her knee. She screamed, feeling the patella almost pushed backwards. She crumpled to the ground, unable to rise, clutching her leg and weeping angrily. She stared up at him defiantly.
‘Vill you never learn, bitch?’ he whispered, as with a single move he grabbed her leg and twisted it around.
Zinda managed a grim smile, ‘Guess not…AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRR!' She felt the muscles and ligament torn and her knee full of crippling pain that shot up her leg, so that it felt as if the shapely limb were being torn from her body. Her other leg came up to kick him but he also grabbed that appendage, so that he stood holding her legs spread open.
‘Are you prepared for the main event?’ he chortled.
The sexy pilot writhed back against the stone wall, breathing like a racehorse and looking at him with hatred. Returning her gaze, he could see her tight little panties peeking insolently from that ridiculously short black skirt. He smiled and rammed his boot between her spread legs while he held her by the ankles.
‘Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!’
Zinda tired to resist as her long legs were hauled apart, as far as they could stretch and then more, her thighs straining. She hadn’t spread her legs like that since cheerleading more than half a century previous, feeling the awful pulling as the joints were wrenched further and further. She glared at him in agony and defiance, unable to protect her private parts as he slowly pressed her boot against her cunny. The thin material of her underwear was pulled tight across her hidden treasure as his boot pressed into the yielding softness.
'GGGGGGGG...NNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!'
Rubbing her clit with his black boot, Nazi grinned down at her, lapping up the shocked and disgusted look on her face. Zinda could feel the pressure on her womanhood, driving the soft petals against her pelvis, his boot crushing her sweet button.
'God...DAMN...you!' she hissed, eyes closed tight as she struggled not to plead for him to stop. It hurt so much!
‘Yes, I am your god now, voman; and you´re damned for seeking to deny me,’ he replied maniacally.
Her hair fell about her face like tangles of gold as she squirmed on the floor, hands clasping his boot and trying uselessly to move it, lift it. Again, she tried to pull herself from his grip, letting go of his ankle and clawing at the stone with her gloved hands.
‘You are so beautiful like this, American whore. It sickens me thinking of vhat you are, but now that I am ready you vill at least serve the Fatherland in some small way.’
She could smell the grease of the storage area -this couldn’t happen to her - not on some damn dirty floor - it couldn’t! ‘RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRR! LET ME GO - DAMN YOU!' She thrashed and heaved powerfully, like a lioness in her rage.
‘Ja, you deserve some fun for your bravery,’ the fascist announced, and the top of his boot pressed at her barely concealed vagina, as if it were licking her like a tongue. Long legs spread, ass grinding the stone and breasts heaving and quaking under her jacket, she lay prostrate like a warrior goddess at bay. Zinda screamed again, feeling the obscene pressure on her little space, pain now mixed with unwanted arousal.
'STOP IT, YOU BASTARD! STOP IT!' She twisted up and with her face twisted with hatred spat full at him, the spittle spraying across the swastika on his chest.
‘Ah, here comes the juice,’ he said by way of reply. She let her head fall back, groaning as he rubbed his boots against her unprotected womanhood and slowly increased up the pressure, listening to her gasping with cracked ribs. Zinda moaned desperately, feeling the pain between her legs grow more and more horrible. 'Stop it!' she whispered tightly, teeth clenched, but there was a not of pleading her voice now.
Nazi could feel her soft woman flesh beneath his sole as he dug it painfully into her sex, eyeing the outline of lush breasts as she panted and moaned. ‘You not deserved any mercy, bitch,’ he snarled, and at the same time he twisted her ankles savagely.
‘AAAAAAAAAAA.’
The blond grabbed at his boot, but his strength mad hers insignificant. Nothing she could do could stop him crushing her sweetest flesh beneath his heel. Her long legs trembled in his grasp, spread wide before him. Then abruptly he stopped. Reaching down he grabbed her hair and pulling her to her feet. She screamed and punched at him but nothing her mortal strength could accomplish worked , as he hauled her up to stand before him. Her knees shivered but her eyes were filled with defiance.
Zinda grabbed his hand, trying to pull free, her sex aching from the punishing his boot had given. He focused her body, hate and lust mingled in his eyes. ‘Still vant to play eh?’ He moved slowly forward to give her no room to manoeuvre. She was pushed back to the wall; grimacing, cornered. Her own blue eyes were full of loathing as she saw him eyeing her hungrily. One had slammed her into the wall while the other one of them reached our and grabbed her skirt, to tear it away with one violent wrench.
'NO!'
‘So, I must stripping you in a sporting way.’ he muttered as he reached up and pulled her head back by her shimmering hair.
‘AAAAAARRRR!’ She gasped, her head almost pulled from her shoulders as his free hand dropped her skirt and then roamed across her body. Heedless of her attempt to strike him he let go of her hair and began to shred her leather top, black tunic tearing away to reveal a tight bra cupping her splendid bosom. The struggling American hung still in his grasp, feeling his hands on her formerly hidden flesh.
‘Hm this looks good as a target,’ the fascist smiled, and squeezed one of her breasts with his big gloved hands.
Lips pressed together and eyes closed, this time she did not even have her jacket between his hand and her breast. The powerful fingers were digging deep into pliant woman-meat, and it HURT!
‘Should I crushed your tits or enjoy them first?’ His cruel face came near hers and she turned away, disgusted. Her red lips parted as she gasped for breath. ‘Perhaps…a little bit of both, ja?’ he said, and squeezed his hand tight around the captive teat.
‘Oh GOD!’ she exclaimed, face a mask of pain as her breast was crushed in his grasp. The meat compressed awfully as if in a five pronged vice. He released his grip from her hair and his other hand moved at her other breast to do the same as before.
Zinda squirmed like a worm on a hook and the blood pounded in her ample chest as both his hands ground her tit meat. She felt like her breasts where crushed by steel claws, and then he lifted her up by her tits. Sobs echoed around the hanger room and her hands covered his, her long legs kicking as she furiously tried to free herself. The skin was stretched awfully as the mounds took her full weight of her tall body.
‘Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyygh!!!!’
‘How you feeling now?" he asked her, sexual arousal thick in his voice. Her only reply as feral growl of pain while her booted feet strained helplessly to find the floor.
The man called Albrecht basked in the feeling of her breast stretched to the limit inside the provocative wrapping of her straining brazier. ‘Should I stop tearing your tits apart?’ he asked her with mock sympathy. ‘Perhaps if you offer to spit upon that ridiculous flag vith its “Stars and Stripes”, eh?’
'Go climb your thumb,' she sobbed angrily. She gasped in helpless pain because every movement sent pain surging through her. She shuddered as her tight ass rubbed against his powerful erection as she hung by her tortured tit-mounds.
‘Climb this, bitch!’ he snarled, one of his legs coming up as he moved her down. He hammered her softened womanhood against his rising his knee without releasing the clawing grip around her breasts.
‘AAAAAAAAHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!’
Zinda’s legs were spasming as she writhed in his grasp, her effort tearing her chest balloons even more. Her battered fem-flesh filled with fresh anguish
‘Once more?’ He lifted her up and again crushed her down upon his knee.
She wailed pitifully and he released his grip and let her collapse down to the floor. Tears spilled down her cheeks. She clawed at the ground, sobbing, coughing, doubled over in agony with her perfect ass raised to him.
With an effort, she rolled and lay dry retching on her back as he stooped down ripped loose her bra. Her boobs jiggled like perfect bags of pink softness as the undergarment came away, the globes marked with the yellow and purple bruises of his brutal strength. She had no more defiant words, only her stubborn refusal to plead. She rolled again, seeking escape, and the cold stone pressed against the battered pillows of flesh.
‘Nothing more to say?’ he asked sarcastically to her and watched her crawling and struggling. She moved slowly, her face obscured by her dishevelled hair as she tried to crawl from him like a flogged bitch hound.
‘Ja, crawl mongrel whore; crawl for the glory of the Reich!’ Nazi followed her like a hungry wolf seeing his next meal.
Zinda pulled herself up to her knees, wheezing, blood trickling down her thighs. To add to her humiliation he kicked her in her butt. She went down and tried to rise again, her arms failing her so that she lay weeping on the floor. The stone marked her tits and belly as she lay broken before him, and the Aryan could feel his cock throbbing with lust at the sight of this cocky American whore humbled, bleeding, his for the taking.
The blond ace lay with eyes closed as her tits throbbed as if they would burst apart. His misuse of her nethers had left her sex swollen and bruised. Her lips were quivering as she sobbed, and when she again felt the toe of his boot exploring the slit between her legs, the feeling in her womanhood sent horrible tingles up the crack of her tight ass as she panted on the floor.
‘I´ve other moves in mind my dear,’ he chuckled, and then he seized her ankles and dragged her back towards him on her stomach . She screamed, her busted rib pushing into her body as she was dragged and her breasts rubbing against the coarse stone as he began to stretching her legs over her back like he was a wrestler.
Desperately Zinda pushed her hands against the floor, trying to lift herself, but the German swung around to sit on her back ,stretching her legs and secured them under his Armpits as he used all his leverage to force her back down.
‘AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!’
She felt her soft breasts crushed to the floor as her back was strained awfully. Her womanhood was still spread and her ass vulnerable and inviting, her long legs straining and shaking in his grip. She struggled, crying out as her exertions made her body grind harder against the stone under her while he could feel her movement where his crotch rested on the small of her back. Each time she struggled against his grip he drove her body down so her breasts and stomach was hardly rubbed against the ground. Her tits pounded harder and harder as the blood was forced into them.
‘GET OFF! AAAARRGGGHH!’
‘HA HA HA HA!!’
The battered woman felt her ankles slowly breaking, her good knee close to popping while the damaged one exploded in shards of white hot anguish. She wheezed as she lay breathing in the dust of the dirty hanger floor. She snarled and spat like a trapped lioness, glaring up him fro the corner of her bright blue eye. Her blonde hair was wild about her head.
‘Now I´ll be hearing your bones crack,’ he gloated, leaning backward slowly pushing her in the ground wither more and more pressure as she felt like her back was being broken, her spine close to breaking like a cheap bracelet. Zinda panted loudly as the pressure forced the air form her lungs and her swollen tits were compressed more and more. The pain was so bad it felt like they would burst like balloons.
‘AAAAAAAAAAARGH’
She screamed as her breasts where pushed totally flat and pressed to the ground. Tears spilled like fountains from her eyes. She struggled wildly to breathe, suffocating in agony.
Without a word, Nazi released her from his grip, standing up off her. He dropped her legs so they crashed down and she lay on the floor struggling in pain. Weak with suffering Zinda lay exhausted, to spent to move even to ease her pain in her limbs. Using only her elbows, she pushed up from her poor breasts and lay before the blonde haired madman like a broken doll.
Nazi stood basking in the power he felt over this stupid Amerikan harlot. He was ready now to complete her ultimate humiliation and his complete conquest of her. Spreading his own legs her bent down and grabbed the female around the hips, pulling her back towards him as with one hand he quickly released the fastenings on the front of his uniform pants.
Roused back to sudden life, Zinda fought back. She pushed back against him, succeeding only letting him feel her shapely ass against his crotch, then tried to pull away from his steely grip. When his erect phallus sprang free of his pants she could feel his cock as it swelled against her, engorged with passion from the beating he had dealt her, hard and pitiless. Zinda remembered the stories she heard during the war about women raped by the Nazi's, and how she swore it would never happen to her, that she would die first!
Her ribs were moving with a life of their own, and her spine was a line of pain. She felt the last shreds of her jacket tear away, his hands running wild over her skin. She pounded and gasped , shaking her head and struggling wit all that was in her.
But it was hopeless. Her breasts hurt her with every movement, her lungs was filled with pain at every breath she took. She panted in short, whimpering gasps while he smelled her blonde hair as it hung matted down her back.
‘Now my dear,’ he snickered. With a single tug he pulled the tattered panties away from her . Zinda cried out as her lips were split be the stretching fabric and she felt friction stinging her pussy.
Zinda groaned. 'Your...still a piece ...of shit...,' she whispered.
Albrecht released the grip he had and let her tumble against the wall, where she twisted slowly around so that now he could see her awesome figure her bloody breasts. Her body glowed with the sweat running down her supple curves. The bruises covering her, the scratches and cuts, all fired his already peaking libido while she knelt trying to cover her nudity.
Zinda paused, looking at him in defiance but also in fear. There was nothing to protect her now; no friends, no clothes, no illusions of being able to stop him. The reality of what was going to happed to her settled like a stone crushing her down. She blinked the tears away - he didn’t deserve to savour her tears.
Nazi looked at her and moved his hands forward to seize her again. There was nothing subtle in his manor – he came straight on, lust pushing away any pretence of sophistication in his assault. More from instinct than any belief it would do any good, Lady Blackhawk moved her arms high to grasp his hands, only feel herself double up as he pushed his right foot forward and crushed it into her stomach. She gagged, his foot pinning her back to the wall with her breasts trembling as she tried to breathe. Holding he immobilized with one foot he wrenched free of her grip and began beating her tits with his hands, swatting away her attempts to stop him. The blonde woman’s cries of pain and anger rang loudly in the hanger while her arms flailed around like a puppets, as he continued to beat her full breasts to a bloody pulp, laughing to feel those fleshy orbs spasm under his hands. Her flesh was like soft dough he could beat and mould at will, wonderfully full - soft but with enough resistance to let him know how hard to pummel them to make her cry out, and every punch made her scream aloud.
Zinda felt every strike as if he had fists of solid iron. Her tits were bloated and hurting, purple and yellow marks marring the skin and hot, sticky blood oozing from the broken surface. Her screams became louder, more shrill and desperate, as he pushed her to the limit of what even her stubborn will could withstand. Another women would have already passed out and have needed to be revived, and he smiled at her resilience. She would last a long time.
‘Should I enter your cunt, now ?’ he snarled at her while he watched her crawl. She could only drag herself across the floor, and his boot crushed into her stomach again and again, each kick pushing her along.
‘GGGGGGGGGG!’
‘AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!’
‘UNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAARRRRRRR!!!’
Zinda felt him looming over her, felt his hands on her, and it was like she was far from her body. The pain was the only thing keeping her aware, like chains binding her to bleeding flesh and broken bones. His rough hands forced her legs to spread, and she could felt his enormous erection as he rubbed against her stomach and down to her bleeding cunt. She turned her head away, so weak now she could not even raise her hands to fight him. She could only like there and let this be done to her.
Nazi’s prick went up and down against her slit, parting it with ironic gentleness. Then he grabbed her tits and mangled them with brutal force as at the same time he forced his cock slowly into her.
‘AAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!’
Zinda pushed her head back, gritting her teeth. The steel hard hands mauled her throbbing boobs as she could feel her channel parting for him inch by dry, bloody inch. He was in her, and he lifted her body up by her tits.
‘JA! You feel me, Amerikan whore? You feel my POWER?’
Her body hung helpless in the air only held by her pain engorged breasts while he felt her cunt enfolding him. He was conquering her soft woman-flesh with every grunting thrust.
‘Ungh…ungh…Raaaaaaaaaaaaargh God DAMN YOU…B....Bastard.’
H gained speed and pounded into her. Albrecht was in her fully now, his erection deep within her so that every move of his hips slammed into her gives her waves of pain and coital arousal. Zinda felt her cunt splitting in half while her boobs were crushed between his clawing fingers, slowly being ripped away from her body. His thrusts were moving her, slamming her against the wall and grinding her into the stone while she sobbed in helpless disgust. He pulled and twisted her tit globe in a grip so that she screamed in pain and his cock jerked and quivered in even greater arousal.
With her legs lying open he had full run of her cunny. She was tight, her pelvic bone against his. He slowed down again, wanting to take his time and rape her slowly, really make her feel it and suffer. With their faces inches apart he groaned at her, his cold eyes drinking in the sight of her lovely face dirtied and twisted in a grimace of shame and anger. Nazi rode her like a mare he needed to break, enjoying how the pain made her move her sexy bloodied body against his. More tears were coming from her blue eyes and he began to ram into her again and again, drawing his penis out of her slowly and then jamming the cock-head up to her cervix with quick terrible stabs of his fuck-shaft. She was being fucked beneath him, body and soul, and he could see her shaking with pain he was giving her, feel it in the blood from her pussy wetting his cock.
The German suddenly removed his huge cock, swollen like an iron pole and covered with blood and juice as she lay with her cunt lips hanging loose.
‘UNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN….’
Then he rammed his member into her like a freight train, shoving her body forward and letting the pain explode inside her again!
‘AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!’
Zinda felt her cervix buckling, felt her soft sweaty curves rubbing and bouncing against his hateful, powerful chest. And he was doing it again and again, driving his cock into her. She knew he could feel the warm and soft flesh of her pussy as it spasmed against his penis. She knew he was loving the mad dance of her breasts that were now just bloodied rubber balls.
‘NNNNOOOOOO…AAAARRHHHHH…UNNNNHHH…YAAAAAARRRRR!’
‘Hell waits for you, yank whore!’ He pounded into her as he moved his cock with all his power into her and felt that her pelvis grind and fracture. He was tearing her sex apart, about to rip her slowly two. He lifted her and crushed her back to the floor so that she felt more ribs cracking as her shoulder went slamming into the ground and her body was hoisted up. He growled in ecstasy as he felt his load coming fast as the blonde slut dangled under his attacks , helpless. Her screams became one long continuous wail as he went on, determined now to fuck her to death, to let her die as she felt his warm load erupt into her fuck-slit.
‘JJJJJJJJJJJJJJAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!’
Zinda of the Blackhawks howled as his sperm gushed into her pussy, driving by superhuman force with the power of a pressurized hose. Cum mixed with blood and spurted out of her cunt. Her body was about to burst open as she screamed! Screamed. Screamed!!!!!
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
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