"Did you really have to do that last night?"
Marlen looked at the man seated behind the desk as he slapped at the report on his desk and looked up at her, a stern questioning look on his face. There was even a hint of anger in his clear grey eyes, and also in his voice.
She tried to think back to what she had done last night. She couldn't remember doing anything wrong, certainly not anything that would upset Michael like this. She had spent a part of the night with those two soldiers, in the back of that empty lorry. He couldn't be upset about that, could he? She'd had other men before, and besides, he'd been unavailable last night, attending some staff conference or some such thing in London. He'd only gotten back earlier this morning, not more than an hour ago.
Then she had spent the rest of the night with Michael's clerk, Vicky. Was that what he was so upset about? But how could he have found out about that? She'd always been careful to be discreet about that, knowing that the English were almost as strict about same-sex lovers as the Arions were.
Chirren? It certainly couldn't have been anything to do with Chirren, could it? The Beta had been at Bletchley Park the last few days, helping out with the decipherment of the German Enigma messages. No, it couldn't have been anything to do with Chirren.
So, what could she have done that was so bad that he would have called her into his office within an hour of his return to the base?
For the time being, she opted to plead innocence. She shrugged her shoulders, making her breast bounce a little. This time, that didn't distract him as much as it usually did. "Do what, Michael? Did I do something wrong?"
Looking up, Michael saw that she had a look of total innocence on her face. He had seen that look too often, it didn't fool him for a second. And he had long since given up on trying to get her to call him by his rank. After all, technically, she was not in the English armed forces.
"You know very well what you did. This is a military post that we're on. This is not, despite what you might think, your own private whorehouse."
"My own private what?" The surprise was obvious in her face. "What in the world are you talking about, Michael?"
"I have a report that two of the men have been hurt bad enough to land them in the base infirmary after, ah, after you had them, ah, entertain you last night."
The look of surprise on her face looked genuine. "What? The infirmary? But I didn't hurt them. I was gentle with them." Though she recalled that she had been a little rougher with them than she usually was with these fragile Terran men. But she hadn't been that rough, had she, to actually hurt them enough that they needed to go to the infirmary?
"Bloody Hell, Marlen! Even when you're being very gentle with us, you're still rougher on us than anybody else we've ever experienced."
"It was only two men, Michael."
"Only two men? Only two men last night. And how many of my men are you planning to put into the infirmary tonight? And tomorrow?" His voice was dripping with sarcasm.
"Oh, Michael."
"They begged you to stop."
"Oh, come on, Michael. That's just part of the game." She smiled at him. "Just like when you ask me to stop."
He was not amused. "Hurting them isn't part of the game, Marlen. And they didn't know that it was just a game to you."
"But I didn't hurt them too bad. At least, I don't think I did. It wasn't like I was trying to hurt them."
He picked up the report and looked at it again. "A couple of cracked ribs each. A sprained wrist. A sprained shoulder. Lots of bruises. No, you weren't trying to hurt them. If you were, they'd be bloody dead!" He slammed the report down onto the desktop. "I think you'd better stay away from those two for a while."
"Come on, Michael. I've got to have somebody."
"Marlen!"
"But Michael...."
"Marlen!"
"Yes, Michael."
"Now, like I said, I want you to stay away from those two, except on duty. And, ah, I think you'd better not have any of the other men, ah, entertain you. Is that understood."
She frowned. "Yes, Michael." Then she smiled at him. "Do I have to stay away from you, too? Can you entertain me?"
He sprang to his feet, his face reddening. "Marlen! We are not your personal harem!" He was all but shouting at her, even though she was less than ten feet away from him.
"Oh, Michael." She reached a hand out towards him.
Even though he knew that it was a futile gesture, he tried to slap it away. Just then, his nostrils detected her scent, that of wildflowers and honey. Suddenly, he didn't want to slap her hand away. Instead, he wanted her hands to caress his body, to have his hands caress her body. He wanted nothing more than to make love to this girl, the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.
He threw himself into her arms. She caught him, easily holding him up with just her right arm around his waist. "Of course, Marlen. You can have me any time you want. I would be honored to entertain you, any time you wish." He pawed at her breasts through the thin yet impenetrable fabric of her uniform. As always, his strength was insufficient to pull it down to expose her breasts.
"Really, Michael," she said with a laugh. She reached up with her left hand, and without any signs of effort pulled down the front of her uniform just enough to expose her left breast. He eagerly closed his mouth around the nipple, suckling as hard as he could.
"You really should learn to control yourself," she continued, as she walked back around the desk, still holding him with one hand. "I remember you telling me that this wasn't the place for this."
He felt himself being lifted away from her and back into his chair. "But I do expect you to attend to me. Not tonight, though, I have other plans. Tomorrow night, in my room," she said, as she pulled up the front of her uniform, before turning around to walk and walking off.
He watched her long shapely legs as they took her out of his office. As he watched the door close behind her perfect body, he knew that he would be there tomorrow night. He would be there any time she called him to attend to her.
He would be counting the minutes until tomorrow night, if not the seconds.
"Men are so easy to control," she thought to herself as she turned around to walk out of Michael's office. "Especially Terrans. One whiff of my pheromones and he was mine."
As Marlen closed the door behind her, Michael wondered just what plans she had tonight. Briefly, we wondered whether any other men were going to get hurt tonight. He sincerely hoped not.
He didn't see the smile on her face as she walked through the outer office. Nor did he see what happened in the outer office, as Marlen took his clerk in her arms and kissed her. Nor did he see his clerk's response to Marlen.
Marlen felt Vicky's hand come up to her breast, fondling and squeezing it much harder than Michael had just been doing. Much harder even than any Beta man had ever done.
In response, Marlen brought her hand up and squeezed one of Vicky's breasts. She didn't use all of her strength, but she still squeezed harder than she had ever done with any part of Michael's body. Or any part of a Beta man's, either.
Briefly, as they embraced, hard, threatening the integrity of Vicky's Army uniform, she wondered what Michael would think, if he knew that his clerk's casual one-handed embrace was putting much more pressure on her breast than his hardest two-handed efforts could possibly do.
They came ashore under cover of darkness on the deserted beach about three miles from their destination. As expected, there was a thunderstorm moving in. They quickly unloaded the rafts, Marlen taking the two heaviest packs.
Using the information Pierre had gotten from the French underground, they were able to avoid the German patrols as they worked their way inland to their target. Marlen took care of the one sentry whom they did encounter --- by the time Michael saw him, he was nothing more than a small pile of smoldering ashes in the charred remnants of a Wehrmacht uniform. Even his rifle and the coal scuttle helmet had been melted almost beyond recognition.
The charges went off just as they were supposed to. A string of explosions set fire to the row of petrol tanks. The petrol quickly caught fire. The flames from the burning petrol lit up the night, turning the sky above them a deep red. Blood red.
"Okay, time to get out of here. Let's go." Michael gave the signal. The team began running away from the dump, back towards the beach and their waiting rafts.
As he ran, he heard Marlen's voice from behind him. "Go on ahead. I'll take care of them and catch up to you."
He stopped and looked back. He saw that she had shed her camouflage fatigues, revealing her red Arion uniform. She was standing with her hands on her hips, with her white cape draped over one shoulder and arm. For the first time, he noticed that she was wearing a pair of open high-heeled shoes instead of her usual boots. Just then a lightning bolt lit up the sky behind her.
"Go!" she said again, then turned to face the approaching German soldiers.
He ran a little further, and then stopped in the shelter of some trees to look back at the action.
She was still standing with her hands on her hips as she looked at the approaching lorry, filled with soldiers. Suddenly, there was an explosion, as the lorry burst into flames. Soldiers bailed out, some of them with their uniforms on fire. He realized that she had caused the explosion, using the heat beams that she could project from her eyes. That was more effective than a flame-thrower.
The second lorry stopped barely in time to avoid hitting the wreck of the first one. As the soldiers piled out of that one, that lorry also burst into flames.
He could hear the sharp CRACKs of rifle fire, as the soldiers spread out in a semicircle around her. And he was certain that he could hear the duller SMACKs as the bullets hit, and rebounded from, her body.
There was an explosion practically right at Marlen's feet, throwing up a fountain of dirt and knocking her down. He saw her get back up to her feet, brushing herself off and looking around herself before her gaze fixed on something. Looking in that direction, he could barely make out the two-man crew readying another shot from their anti-tank rocket-launcher.
He saw the puff of smoke as they fired. He saw Marlen lunge to her right and waved her outstretched right hand in the air. Michael gasped as he saw what was in her hand when it stopped. He realized that she had snatched the rocket out of the air. Then she cocked her arm back and threw the rocket back at its firing crew.
Her aim was perfect. He saw a fountain of dirt and body parts as the rocket hit and exploded right between the two men.
He saw more soldiers coming. Reluctantly, he turned and ran after the rest of his team. Soon the sound of gunfire faded away with the distance.
After taking care of the rocket and the men who had fired it on her, Marlen turned around to face the rest of the oncoming soldiers. The most immediate threat seemed to not be directed against her. After all, what could these Terran soldiers and their puny weapons do to her? No, the most immediate threat seemed to be off to her left, the two lorries carrying soldiers towards the fleeing Commando team.
Focusing her eyes on the trailing lorry, she was able to ignite the petrol tank with her heat vision. It veered off to the side, crashing into a tree. Unfortunately, the smoke hid the leading lorry, letting it disappear from sight around a corner.
She quickly started running after it. As she ran towards the wreckage, some of the soldiers recovered and started firing at her. She hurdled over a large piece of the wreckage, and came down in the middle of four soldiers.
She lashed out with her fists. Two helmets went flying out of the melee. She didn't notice that the heads were still in the helmets, completely separated from the bodies.
A kick took care of the third soldier --- his spine broken as his body flew off from the end of her long shapely leg as if it had been shot out of a cannon.
Her hand closed about the last soldier's throat. A flick of her wrist sent his body flying over her head, barely missing a tree as he came down nearly a hundred feet away. Not that it would have made any difference to him --- he was already dead from a broken neck long before he came down.
After the brief interlude, she resumed her pursuit of the lorry. Catching up to it, she grabbed the rear bumper. She tried to bring it to a halt, while ignoring the small-arms fire from the men in the back. However, the lorry was too big and too powerful. She discovered herself being dragged behind it, the dirt spraying out from her heels as she dug them into the ground.
Realizing that she wasn't going to stop it in this way, she let go. She quickly ran up to one side, matching her speed to that of the lorry. Reaching over, she got her hands under the side and took hold. Lifting up, she started seeing the side of the lorry come up. She felt more and more of the weight being transferred from the tyres to her arms. She slowed down a little as half of the drive tyres came up off of the ground.
Increasing the effort, she heaved up. The lorry tipped over onto its side, skidding along the ground for nearly fifty feet before hitting another tree.
She knew that the frail Terrans inside were in no condition to pursue, let alone catch, the Commando team. But just to make sure, she focused her vision on the petrol tank and used her heat vision until flames started licking at it, before she turned and headed off towards the shore, after Michael and the rest of the team.
Concentrating on the terrain ahead of him as he tried to catch up to the rest of his team, Michael wasn't aware of anybody coming up on him from behind until he felt an arm close around his waist. Surprised, he looked around, only to see that Marlen had picked him. She continued running without breaking stride. At her pace, not his.
He didn't think that a motorcycle could have matched the pace her long legs set. Even on an open road, and she was running cross-country.
Much to his relief, she stopped and set him down before she caught up to the rest of the team, before any of the men could see the girl carrying their commander. Together, they jogged down to the shore where the rubber rafts had just been inflated. They paddled out to the waiting submarine for the trip back home.
Michael was in his office after the debriefings when she came in. "Michael, can I talk to you for a minute?"
He stood up. "Certainly, Marlen. By the way, you were fantastic back there. The way you handled those Germans...."
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about." She walked over in front of him, put her hands on her hips, and looked up at him. "You disobeyed my command back there."
"Disobeyed? Your command? What do you mean? I was in command of the mission."
"I told you to go on ahead. But you stayed behind. What were you thinking of?"
"But, Marlen, I couldn't just leave you behind."
"What good did that do me? What good did that do us? You risked yourself, and the mission, unnecessarily. You know that those Germans couldn't hurt me. The only risk to me was if there had been any of my people with them. And if there were, what could you have done about it?"
"But, Marlen, ..."
"No buts, Michael. When I give you a command, I expect you to obey it."
"But, Marlen, ..."
"Michael, I see I'm going to have to discipline you. I'm going to give you another command, and you better obey this one." She wagged a finger in his face. "Report to my quarters when you're done here." With that, she turned on her heels and left his office.
He knew that he had no choice in the matter. Her summons was not something that could be easily disregarded. Not that he wanted to disregard it, but it was a little worrisome, the way she had phrased it. Just what did she have in mind, when she had said 'discipline'? Was she actually going to punish him? Would she dare?
Not that any night he spent with her wasn't punishing enough, with her incredible strength and stamina. She had never deliberately tried to hurt him, but even unintentionally she could easily injure him severely. He remembered that she had once done that to two men, putting them into the infirmary for a couple of days.
When he went to her room at the end of the day, and she let him in, she was seated on her bed. She patted the bed next to her. "Come here, Michael."
He spread his hands out to his sides and started to apologize. "Marlen, I'm...."
She patted the bed again. "I said, 'Come here,' Michael."
Knowing that there was nothing else he could do, he shrugged his shoulders in resignation and walked towards her, his arms at his sides. Her arm flashed out and closed about his waist. He felt himself being lifted up into the air. The next thing he knew, he was lying on her bed, flat on his back.
He tried to sit up, but she put a hand in the middle of his chest and effortlessly pushed him down. He put his hands on her arm, even though he knew that he wouldn't be able to budge it even a single unless she allowed it. Then he saw that she didn't have his hand on him, but only the little finger of her hand.
She leaned over him and smiled down at him. "Are you disobeying me again, Michael?"
He immediately ceased his futile struggles, dropping his hands onto the bed at his sides. He lay still as she stripped him of his uniform.
"Now, what should I do with a disobedient Commander?" He tried to sit up. She put her little finger back in the middle of his chest and forced him back down to the bed. "Especially with one who's trying to evade his punishment?"
Her words made him gulp. Punishment? She had mentioned discipline earlier, but she hadn't said anything about punishment yet. He put both hands on her arm and tried to push her off, but even with all of his strength he couldn't budge her slender arm even a single inch.
"No, Michael. Not there." With her free hand, she pulled off the top of her uniform, exposing her perfect breasts. "Try here."
He really didn't need the invitation. His hands went to her breasts, as she slipped the dress off the rest of the way.
As his hands explored her body, he was amazed to discover that there was no evidence of the abuse she had gone through recently. He knew that she had been hit with small-arms fire, and that an anti-tank rocket had exploded practically at her feet. Yet there wasn't a single mark on her flawless skin.
He tried again to apologize. "I'm sorry about what I did earlier. But you have to remember that I'm the commander of this unit. You serve with me, I don't serve under you."
"We'll see about that, Commander. Let's see just where you're going to serve me," she said, smiling down at him. She then lowered her body down to his, all but smothering him with her large firm breasts. His mouth found the large hard nipple at the center of one and began suckling. His hands came up to fondle her breasts, squeezing them with all of his strength. "Yes, you are serving under me, aren't you, Michael?" she asked. With his mouth full of her feminine flesh, he wasn't able to answer her in words. Instead, he continued with his suckling and caressing.
Finally, she pulled her nipple out of his mouth. Kneeling astride him, she lowered herself down onto him. His hands went up to fondle and squeeze her breasts, as her long powerful legs began their rhythmic pumping.
By morning, he knew that he truly did serve under her. He knew that he would never again disobey another one of her commands.
Marlen was with Michael in his office when Pierre came in with the latest weather forecast and aerial reconnaissance photographs of their next target. The three of them spent some time discussing the best approaches to the target and their exit routes.
When they were done, Michael dismissed him. "That's all, Pierre. Thank you."
Marlen spoke up. "Go up and wait for me in my room, Pierre. I'll be up soon. I'll be having you tonight."
The Frenchman's sharp features darkened as he nodded to her and left the room, a combination of longing and hatred. Michael watched him leave, and then chuckled, with a touch of malice.
"I don't think Pierre likes being the girl," Michael said with a sly smile.
Marlen stopped for a moment, and then laughed. "I see what you mean. I suppose I do treat all of you like the men of your world used to treat the girls," she said. After a pause, she continued, "And how about you, Michael? Do you like being the girl?"
"Do I have any choice?"
She put a hand in the middle of his chest and pushed him back into his chair. "No, absolutely none at all."
"Marlen! Not here!" He considered himself lucky not to have yelled.
She put a finger across his lips. "Be quiet, girlie. You know what you're supposed to do."
His hands shook slightly as he fumbled with his belt and dropped his pants. He leaned back in his chair and gripped the arms of his chair as she slipped out of her uniform, exposing her perfect body, and walked over to him, her hair and her cape draped behind her back. He caught her scent, that of wildflowers and honey, and gave an involuntary gasp.
"That's a good girl," she said, and straddled him. Her hands clamped over his as she lowered herself onto him. Lips moved across his as her tongue probed his mouth. Her hips moved, and he felt himself seized and clamped and held, in a warm internal grip just short of pain, like a wet heated glove of flesh. The wooden chair creaked rhythmically as she rode him, harder and harder, and faster and faster. She growled with pleasure as she moved, a sound totally unlike anything else he'd ever heard before. Her sweet scent and the crushing strength that gripped and moved him brought a delicious sense of yielding helplessness. When she stiffened and arched over him, he spasmed and cried out.
She lay on top of him briefly, smiling. "Best way to end the workday," she said kindly, stroking his cheek.
He lay limply. "God, I'm ruined," he said.
"Not at all," she replied with a laugh. She then leaned over him again. Sliding an arm underneath him, she lifted him up to her for another kiss before setting him back down in his chair. She then straightened up and put her uniform back on. "Thank you, Michael. You were a good girl. Now, get some rest tonight. You're going to need all of your strength for tomorrow." She laughed again. "You'll be my girl tomorrow night."
"Yes, my Lord and Master." He tried to curtsy while sitting down, which only evoked still more laughter from her.
She was still laughing as she walked across his office, through the door, and left.
When Marlen returned to her room, she saw that the Frenchman was already in her bed, with the covers pulled up to his chin. "Being a little shy tonight?" He flushed.
Her eyes sparkled as she took a look through the covers. "Ah, good. You're already undressed, just the way I want you." He flushed some more, his face turning bright red. She knew that he didn't really like being treated in this way. But she enjoyed doing it this way --- it somehow seemed to enhance his performance.
She walked over to the bed and stood over him.
Knowing that he didn't have the strength to remove her uniform, she quickly peeled it off for him. Then she reached down and pulled the covers down. Yes, he definitely was ready for her.
Pierre gasped as she undressed, even though this was not the first time he had been in this situation. She truly was beautiful, even more beautiful than any of the demoiselles he had seen at the Moulin Rouge in Paris.
When she pulled the covers down, he sprang up to a sitting position and struck her, his fist striking a large full breast with a loud SMACK. She stood with her hands on her hips as he pounded away on her breasts. His hardest blows only made her large full breasts bounce. Then, still keeping her hands on her hips, she started leaning forward.
He saw those large feminine globes approaching his face. He redoubled his efforts, but despite his best blows he couldn't slow their inexorable advance. As he continued hitting them, he also leaned back, but they kept advancing. Soon, he was flat on his back.
She continued to lean forward until she had forced him down flat on his back, without having laid a finger on him. She paused with her breasts just inches from his face. She shrugged her shoulders, making her breasts bounce. Then she leaned forward again, bringing her breasts down on his face. Then she shrugged again, bouncing his head around with her breasts. He knew that she was being careful not to pummel his face for too long, nor too hard. He knew that she could easily crush his skull with her large globes.
Straightening up, she smiled down at him. "Do you surrender?"
"Never!" He swung at her again, striking the side of her left breast with his right fist. His Gallic pride would not let him admit to himself that a girl, any girl, was able to overwhelm him physically. And he wasn't about to admit that to a girl. Not even to this particular girl.
Marlen stepped inside his next swing. "Then I'll have to take you the hard way." She got an arm around him and lifted him up off of the bed. She rubbed him across her chest, being careful not to crush his hard muscular chest against her soft breasts. He continued to flail away at her with his fists.
Then she tossed him back onto the bed. As he tried to sit up, she put a finger in the middle of his broad chest and pushed him back down. "Whether you surrender or not, you're mine tonight." She knelt on the bed and threw a leg across him, straddling him. As she lowered herself onto him, she captured his hands and brought them to her breasts.
He might not admit defeat in so many words, but he began to caress and squeeze her breasts. She savored his delicious feather-light caresses for a while, before she took his left hand and transferred it to join his other hand on her right breast. As he used both hands to squeeze her breast as hard as he could, she began stroking and caressing her right breast with her right hand. Lightly at first, no more than about twenty times as hard as he was squeezing her left.
As her legs continued their pumping, she gradually increased the pressure on her right breast. By the time they both climaxed, she was squeezing her breast with enough force to crush steel.
The next evening, Michael came up to Marlen's room at the appointed time. Just as he brought his hand up to knock, the door swung open. Then he was swung into the room as her arm came around his waist. "Right on time," she said, as she picked him up in her arms and carried him to her bed. "I hope you got plenty of sleep last night, because you're not going to get much tonight," she said, gently laying him down upon the bed.
Without waiting for a reply, she was on top of him, kissing him deeply.
"There's somebody else I want you to consider taking along on this mission," Marlen announced to Michael and Pierre. The three of them were alone in Michael's office, planning for the next mission.
"Not Chirren?" Michael asked. "You said that you wanted her on communications back here at the base."
Chirren was spending more and more time with the GCCS at Bletchley Park. It had been decided that it was a quieter, if only slightly less hectic, place both for her and for her soon-to-be baby. Though she still came back to the base to take her turn in the radio shack whenever the team was on a mission.
And it was getting harder on her, especially the travel between the two locations. The English still insisted that she be accompanied by an armed guard whenever she wasn't on either of the two facilities. For her protection, they said. Though Marlen was reasonably confident that Chirren, even in her present condition, could still protect herself and even disable the guards if she wanted to.
"No, not her. She's too valuable in communications. And at Bletchley Park. Plus, I don't want to risk her baby. No, I'm thinking of somebody else." Standing up, Marlen walked to the door. Opening it, she called out, "Vicky, can you come in here for a minute?"
When the clerk had come in, Marlen turned back to the two men. "I think she's ready to come along with us."
Michael sprang up to his feet a fraction of a second before Pierre did. "You've got to be joking, Marlen. She's a clerk. A bloody good one, but she's not a soldier."
But even as he spoke, Michael noticed something different about his Army clerk. It wasn't something he could quite put his finger on, though. He'd always thought that she was a fairly attractive girl. Not beautiful, but certainly far from ugly. But now, she looked quite beautiful. "Must be a trick of the light," he thought to himself.
And the smooth graceful way she walked, almost as if she was gliding across the room. Almost like the way Marlen moved....
Pierre didn't say anything, but the expression on his face made his thoughts obvious. Marlen already knew what he thought about women in combat situations, despite his comments about someone named Jeanne d'Arc, to whom he compared her sometimes.
Marlen turned to Vicky and smiled. "I think the men need some convincing. Why don't you show them? Just like we planned?"
"Certainly, Marlen." Vicky walked over to stand in front of the two men. Reaching out, she put a hand on each man's waist. Without showing any signs of effort, she lifted the two of them up off of the floor, pressing them both up over her head. She calmly walked around the office once with the two men, their mouths wide open in surprise, held up almost to the ceiling.
"Okay, you can put them down now, Vicky. I think they've received the message."
Vicky lowered the two men down to the floor, supporting them until they were able to stand on their own.
"Bloody Hell!" Michael shouted, unmindful of his language or of his volume, looking back and forth between the two women. He finally settled his gaze on Marlen. "But, but, how?"
"That's something we Primes can do," Marlen explained. "Under certain conditions," she and Vicky exchanged knowing looks, "we can endow another person with some of our physical attributes, without diminishing our own. Vicky has about a third of my strength, and she's also bulletproof."
"Mon Dieu!" Pierre exclaimed. "Just think what it would mean if she could do that for everyone in the unit. An entire Commando team of people like that."
Michael saw Vicky blanch at Pierre's statement, as she put a hand over her mouth and looked over at Marlen.
"Unfortunately, it works differently with men than it works with women," Marlen said calmly, as if she was discussing the difference between rain and snow.
"Chirren! I didn't know you were going to be here today!"
Marlen was delighted that Chirren could drop by from her busy work at Bletchley Park. Chirren's visits had become more and more infrequent, partly because of her workload at Bletchley Park, and partly because of her physical condition. She took Chirren into her arms and gave her a hug. A gentle hug, even by Beta standards.
Marlen then put her hands on Chirren's shoulders and held her at arm's length. "Let me look at you. Stars! You're getting so big."
"You don't have to tell me that. It tells me all the time, with its kicking." She took Marlen's hand and placed it on her swollen stomach.
"Mmm, you've got a real kicker there." Removing her hand from Chirren's stomach, she narrowed her eyes a little as she took a peek inside. "It looks nice and healthy. A nice healthy child. Just like the mother." Knowing that Chirren didn't want to know the baby's gender until it was born, she was careful to be neutral. She knew that even the doctors here, with their primitive medical methods, couldn't determine the baby's gender.
"It's the most beautiful thing in the world, a woman with child," Vicky said, coming closer. She looked at Chirren with a questioning look. Getting a nod from Chirren, she placed her hand on Chirren's stomach to feel the kicking baby.
"I have to agree with you, Vicky," Marlen said. This was the best way to make new people. Not the way those damned Velorians did it, with their computers and test tubes, combining and splicing the genes. It was so much better with a real father and a real mother.
"Periscope off the starboard bow!"
The lookout's shout made Michael turn around. Even in the light rain, it only took him a moment to spot the periscope and its feathery wake, less than a quarter of a mile away. "Bloody hell!" he muttered under his breath as the submarine started to surface and he recognized it as a German U-boat.
They had just made it back to their flotilla of fishing trawlers after another successful raid along the Brittany coast. Or rather, it would be a successful raid if they could make it back home safely. But right now, that didn't look too likely. Their unarmed trawlers were sitting ducks for the heavily armed U-boat, their rifles and small arms no match for the heavier weapons on the warship.
"It's mine!"
Marlen's voice made him turn around again. He saw her launch herself high into the sky, as more lightning lit up the night sky. He would have sworn that he felt the deck under him rock as her long shapely legs propelled her into the air. It almost looked as if she was flying, her cape billowing out behind her.
She went over his head. Turning around, he saw her hit the water not more than twenty feet away from the U-boat's conning tower. A few powerful strokes and she was on its deck just as the hatches on the deck opened and sailors started climbing out.
She made it to the deck gun at just about the same time that the German crew did. But reaching the deck gun was not the same thing as manning it. Soon the entire deck crew was swimming, as Marlen simply flung them off of the deck into the water.
When the deck had been cleared of Germans, she disappeared down one of the hatches.
The fishing boats quickly began rounding up the swimmers and taking them prisoner. The sight of the armed Commandos lining the gunwales took the fight out of most of the German sailors. Michael was again impressed with Miss Roberts' strength, as she reached down and plucked sailor after sailor out of the water, lifting each one out of the water with just one hand.
Another shout from the lookout made Michael turn around to look at the U-boat again.
The remainder of the crew was coming up the hatches, but without any belligerent intentions. Some of them were helping their comrades up the hatches. A few of them appeared to be unconscious. The rest of them, after seeing the Commandos and their weapons on the trawlers surrounding the U-boat, immediately held their hands up over their heads in surrender.
The skipper of the U-boat was the last one up on the deck, followed by Marlen. The two of them were talking together, almost as old friends. Michael remembered that Marlen spoke German like a native.
Michael quickly organized a prize crew from amongst the crews of the trawlers and the naval components of the Commando team. Leaving Pierre in charge of the remaining Commandos, he led the prize crew aboard the U-boat as the captured Germans were taken onto the trawlers. He included Miss Roberts on the prize crew, since she had told him that she had sailing experience, leaving Marlen to help guard the prisoners.
As he went forward into the torpedo room to make sure that everything was secured, a man leaped out at him from the shadows. He barely had time to recognize the Kriegsmarine uniform and to see the knife in the German's hand before he was knocked back and down onto the deck.
He looked up to see Miss Roberts standing over him, shielding him from the knife-wielding sailor. The sailor appeared confused, uncertain what to make of the girl onboard a warship in a combat zone. Let alone a girl who had just knocked the English officer aside and shielded him with her body.
His confusion didn't last long, however, as he thrust with the knife. The knife went under her left arm, catching her in the ribs. Michael could see and hear the shirt being cut and ripped as he thrust up under her left breast, going for her heart.
Vicky Roberts had seen the German sailor come out of hiding and leap at Commander Sinclair with a knife in his hand. She'd just been able to push the Commander out of the way and intercept the knifeman. She felt the sharp blade sliding across her ribs and up under her breast. It kind of felt good, especially after the blade cut through her shirt to put the cold naked steel in direct contact with her skin.
She didn't feel any pain. Nor did she feel any fear. Not at all like that time when Marlen had taken a knife to her skin. And certainly not like that time when Marlen had taken her out to the firing range. Along with the two best sharpshooters on the base.
The two men had proceeded to shoot her uniform blouse off of her body, the men apparently having been told by Marlen to aim for Vicky's breasts. Breasts that were bigger now than they had been before Marlen had arrived.
She remembered the warm tingling sensations that had spread across the front of her body as the powerful impacts of the lead slugs had made her breasts bounce. And the more her blouse had been shot off of her body, the freer her breasts had been to bounce.
When there was hardly a stitch of clothing left between her neck and her navel, Marlen had dismissed the two men. Vicky had then learned just how much of an 'appetizer' having her breasts shot at could be, as Marlen's strong hands took up right where the lead slugs had left off, only with more force.
It had been dark before they left the firing range. But they had continued back in Vicky's room for the remainder of the night.
But this was not the proper time for reminiscing. Reaching up with her left hand, she closed it around the man's wrist. She closed it a little harder than she had intended to --- she felt and heard the fragile male bones break.
As the knife fell out of his hand, she swung down with her right hand and caught it, her hand closing about the blade. Holding it gently, with the blade pressed against the base of her fingers, she brought her hand up to show the man his knife.
He continued to struggle to get free of her grip, but even when he used both of his arms, he couldn't move her left hand a single inch. Holding the knife in front of his face, she slowly increased the force of her grip on it. The man's eyes opened wider as the tempered blade first bent and then shattered in the girl's barehanded grip.
Despite the language barrier, the man understood her message clearly. If she could do that to the knife blade, she could do a lot more to his wrist than what she had already done. When he stopped struggling, she let the remains of the knife drop to the deck.
Turning the German sailor over to the Commandos who had come at the sound of his screams, she bent down and lifted Commander Sinclair up to his feet.
As the Captain of the U-boat, the English treated Commander Otto Hohlbein with some respect. After he had given his word as an officer and a gentleman not to try to escape, they hadn't bound him. Nor were his men. The wounded had been tended to, a few of them had received broken bones, and others had received various bruises. Right now, he was in the galley of the trawler, with a mug of hot tea in his hands. They weren't even bothering to guard him.
No, he realized, that wasn't quite true. Though he knew that the only other person in the galley with him at the time wasn't carrying any weapons, he was definitely being guarded. He would have a better chance of escaping if he was bound hand and foot, with half a dozen armed guards standing around him.
But as he looked at his 'guard', leaning on the wall by the door with a mug of tea in hand, escape was the furthest thought from his mind. It had been totally amazing, how that one person, unarmed, had overpowered his entire crew and captured his U-boat.
Having spotted the group of trawlers, he had surfaced, intending to capture the crews and sink the trawlers. However, before his gun crew could man the deck gun, she had jumped and swum onto his boat. The gun crew hadn't stood a chance against her, being flung into the cold water.
Then, she had come below. It had been the same story as on deck, except that nobody was flung into the water. Instead, his men had been battered against the decks and bulkheads, until he had been forced to surrender.
He had heard some vague rumors about people like that, with more than the strength of a thousand men, but he hadn't actually believed them. Who could believe that a single person could have the strength of a thousand ordinary men? And he certainly had never encountered such a person before. But the events that he had seen that led to his surrender had confirmed that indeed such people did exist. Yes, now he certainly did believe that such people existed. Though all of those rumors had said that those people were on his side, not the enemy's.
"Won't you sit down?" he asked, hoping to resume their prior conversation.
"Certainly," she replied, walking gracefully over and sitting down across the table from him, setting her mug down on the table.
It was hard to believe that this young girl, wearing a short red dress with gold trim, had single-handedly overpowered his crew and captured his boat. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he probably wouldn't believe his story, either.
Barely able to contain his curiosity, he asked her about herself. She was a little reluctant at first. Understandable, he knew that she wouldn't want to reveal any military secrets to somebody that she considered an enemy.
As they talked, he discovered that she had been assigned to a Wehrmacht unit in Norway, explaining her fluent German. In fact, her German was that of Berlin, not the Prussian accent that so many officers had. And certainly nothing like the Austrian accent that the Führer had.
But for some unknown reason, the army had turned on her, forcing her to flee, and eventually forcing her into joining with the English.
"That's too bad. I certainly would prefer to have you on my side, fighting with me rather than against me. I would much rather call you friend than foe."
"Actually, I would prefer not to be fighting at all. I was trained in communications." She took a sip of her tea.
"Ah, I wondered what a young Fräulein like you were doing with the Wehrmacht."
"Among my people, Herr Kapitän, the women do as much of the fighting as the men do. If we were to lose a war, the women would be affected as much as the men, nicht wahr?"
"Alas, you are right. And women like you are truly formidable. As you have proven, by overpowering my entire crew and capturing my U-boat. You were truly amazing, Fräulein." He tipped his cap to her.
She bowed her head in reply. "Danke schön, Herr Kapitän."
Michael and his crew were able to secure the U-boat without further incident. Apparently that one sailor had acted on his own, alone.
He didn't dare to submerge with his prize crew, only one of them had ever served on a submarine, and he had been on one for just one voyage. While Michael had been on subs before, he had always been a passenger. And besides, this was a German sub, not an English one, all of the controls were marked in German, and only a few of them could read the language. None of them had ever been aboard a U-boat before.
Still, a diesel engine was a diesel engine, regardless of the nationality. As long as they stayed on the surface, they could use the diesels to drive her. Surrounded by the trawlers, they brought their prize into port.
Miss Roberts had proven her worth in another way. Knowing that the Kriegsmarine Enigma keys were just as valuable as the U-boat itself, he'd had her pull the safe open to retrieve them. It was an absolutely amazing sight, seeing her slender feminine hands rip open that steel safe. "These should make Chirren and the gang at Bletchley Park happy," he thought to himself, as he stored the keys in a safe place.
After the debriefing, Michael looked around for Marlen, expecting her to summon him to her bed as she always did after they returned from a mission. He spotted her on the other side of the room, talking with another man. As he started to walk in her direction, she said something to the man. He saw the man stiffen, before nodding to her. As the man turned around, he saw that it was Pierre. Marlen then left the room.
He felt a pang of jealousy. He knew that he had no exclusive claim on her. He certainly couldn't stop her from taking whomever she wanted, whenever she wanted. Which she definitely did. Still, he hoped that he meant a little more to her than the others did. Yet for tonight, she had apparently just summoned the Frenchman to her bed instead.
He managed to catch up to Chirren before she left. In her condition, she was moving slower than she otherwise would have. As he had expected, she was overjoyed with the Enigma keys he handed her. She even hugged him and gave him a quick kiss.
He rubbed his lips with his fingers as he watched her walk off. "It's a good thing Marlen didn't see that," he thought to himself.
"Commander Sinclair, are you still having second thoughts about my coming along?"
Michael turned around to see the person who had just asked him that question.
It was still hard for him to believe that before this week, this girl had been nothing more than a file clerk and typist. Now, she was a member of his combat team. A valuable member, at that. Even though she hadn't gone ashore this time, she had certainly proven her worth in helping to capture the crew of that U-boat.
"Second thoughts? I should say not, Miss Roberts."
"Please, it's Vicky."
"Very well, Vicky. And it's Michael."
"I know," she smiled up at him. "I've typed your name often enough on reports."
"I haven't yet thanked you properly for saving my life aboard that U-boat. Thank you, Vicky."
She took his arm and firmly started guiding him out. She smiled up at him again. "Why don't you thank me properly tonight, Michael?"
He didn't resist as she guided him outside and towards her quarters. What point was there in resisting her, anyway? He still remembered what she had done to that German sailor and his knife.
Of course, that paled in comparison to what Marlen had done, capturing that U-boat single-handedly. But who could ever compare with her?
"Wasn't Marlen magnificent yesterday?" Vicky asked, echoing his own thoughts. "I mean, capturing that U-boat all by herself."
"She usually is magnificent. At least when we're in combat." Not that she was too bad in bed, either. But that probably wasn't the type of thing to mention to another girl. Certainly not to a girl who had his arm in a vise-like grip.
"You know, when I grow up, I'd like to capture a U-boat too," she said, laughing.
She opened the door and showed him in. He was struck by the contrast between her room and Marlen's. Marlen's room was austere --- even severe --- most of the men decorated their rooms more than she did. There wasn't a thing in there that wasn't functional.
Even though they were on a military base, there was no mistaking the fact that Vicky's room was indeed a woman's room. There were flowers in a vase on the table. There were delicate lace curtains on the windows, inside the blackout curtains. There was a definite non-regulation bedspread with a striped zebra-like design on it.
Further sight was cut off as she took him in her arms and bent his face down to hers for a crushing kiss. He felt her tongue enter past his teeth and probe the inside of his mouth.
Then he felt himself being lifted up off of his feet as she carried him to the bed and laid him down. Then she sat down next to him and began unbuttoning his shirt. "You don't know how often I've dreamed about doing this to you, Michael," she said, smiling down at him.
He put his hands on her wrists. "I'm not sure if we should be doing this, Miss Roberts."
She continued unbuttoning his shirt, ignoring his hands on her wrists. "We're both off duty now, Michael." He caught the slight but distinct stress she placed on his name, a name that she had never called him by until tonight.
She continued undressing him, sliding a hand under his back to lift him up as she pulled his trousers and shorts down. Then she kept him pinned to the bed with a hand in the middle of his chest while she unbuttoned her own blouse.
He gasped when she opened up the front of her blouse, exposing her breasts. He had never really seen her before as a woman, merely as a clerk. And he certainly had never seen her undressed before. Her large full breasts sat proudly on her chest, so firm that they barely acknowledged the presence of gravity. Almost like Marlen's breasts....
And why shouldn't they be? If Marlen had been able to give her some of her strength and invulnerability, what other physical attributes had she been able to give her?
As she slipped out of her skirt and panties, he reached over to try to caress and fondle her flawless breasts. She sat down on the bed and let down her long hair from its bun, shaking it out. She then demurely crossed her arms over her chest, and smiled shyly at him over her shoulder. "Now, Commander Sinclair, you're not trying to take unfair advantage of your clerk, are you?" He immediately drew his hands back. "That's too bad. I was hoping you would try." She reached out and grasped his wrists, bringing his hands back up to her breasts. "It looks like I'm going to have to take unfair advantage of you, instead."
Even when he squeezed them with all of his strength, his fingers were only able to make the slightest of dents in her smooth skin. If her breasts were any less firm than Marlen's were, he couldn't tell the difference.
Nor was there the slightest evidence that she had been knifed. Not that he had really expected to find any.
Knowing that he couldn't hurt her any more than he could hurt Marlen, he squeezed those feminine mounds with all of his strength. He was rewarded by a low moan from her lips.
She finished undressing herself and lay down on the bed. She pulled him on top of her, guiding his face down to her large full breasts.
In her fantasies, Vicky had always imagined that Michael would be a physical, almost rough, lover. Yet tonight, he was so gentle with her. His light feathery caresses were so maddening, almost frustrating, as he teased and tantalized her with his hands on her breasts.
Enough of this teasing! Time to get on with it. Sliding an arm under his back, she lifted his body up to hers. Sweeping his hands away with her other hand, she began stroking her breasts with his chest. Very lightly, her nipples barely touching his chest as he began lightly stroking the sides of her breasts.
That was as tantalizing as his caresses had been. She pulled him up higher, pressing his chest against her breasts. Mmm, that was better! She closed her eyes as she held him even tighter, feeling her breasts flatten slightly against his hard muscular chest.
Suddenly, she felt his hands move from the sides of her breasts to her shoulders as he mumbled something. She opened her eyes to see what he was doing. She was surprised to see that he seemed to be in pain, instead of the pleasure she expected.
She realized that she must be holding him too tight, even though she wasn't holding him anywhere near as tightly as she would hold Marlen. But then, Marlen was even stronger and tougher than she was. In fact, she thought that she had been holding him less tightly than she had held other men in the past.
But then, she was no longer exactly the same woman that she had been in the past, while Michael was still the same man he had been in the past. Just a frail and fragile man, even though he was bigger than she was. She immediately relaxed her arms, letting him drop down to the bed.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Michael. I didn't mean to hurt you."
"Please," he gasped out. "A little gentler next time, okay, Vicky?"
"I'm sorry, Michael, I really am. I guess I really don't know my own strength yet. This is, I mean, you're the first man I've been with since I gained my new strength." She didn't tell him just exactly how she had gained her new strength. Nor did she tell him that she'd had another lover since then. A lover who had been responsible for her gaining her new strength. A lover with whom she didn't have to be careful to be gentle.
She realized that he hadn't been trying to tease her with his earlier light caresses. He probably had been using most, if not all, of his strength. "Marlen was right. I am going to have to be careful to be gentle with him."
She picked him up and moved him to one side of the narrow bed, as easily as if she was simply rearranging the bedspread. Then she lay down next to him on the bed. His hands on her breasts didn't impede her motions at all, as she leaned over him and began ravishing his chest.
She might have been his clerk until a week ago, but he knew that she definitely was in charge tonight. On paper, he was her commanding officer. In bed, it was a completely different story. She might only have a third of Marlen's strength, but that still meant that she had several hundred times his.
He didn't resist as she again repositioned him, throwing a leg over him and lowering herself down onto him. It was certainly not the first time that he'd had a girl take complete charge of things in bed, though he had never thought that anybody other than Marlen would do it to him.
With the possible exception of Chirren, and she had been involved with Donovan Mackenzie, at least until she started spending so much of her time at Bletchley Park. That, and her condition.
When Michael woke up, it was to unfamiliar surroundings. Looking around himself, he saw his clerk, Miss Roberts. He remembered that it was her room. She was lying on the bed beside him, apparently still asleep. She had her left arm thrown back, with her hand under her head, with her blonde hair billowed out around her head. Her right arm was down by her side.
Someone had opened the blackout curtains. Outside, it was already light. The morning light cast a shadow of the window frame on her bare upper torso, almost completely encircling her right breast as it stood proudly on her chest.
He remembered the events of last night. How Miss Roberts, no, it was Vicky now, had all but dragged him here to her room after the debriefing. Not that he had been unwilling. Though it probably wouldn't have made any difference if he had been.
Not wanting to awaken her, he carefully slid out of the bed. As he bent down to retrieve his clothes from the floor, a hand closed firmly about his arm, stopping its motion.
"Where do you think you're going? You're not finished with your duties here, Michael."
As he turned his head towards her, she smiled up at him and pulled him back down to the bed.
"I'm your clerk. I know for a fact that you don't have anything to do until after lunch," she continued. "Outside of here, that is." Her other arm came around his neck as she pulled him on top of her, bringing his mouth down to hers. She released his arm and began stroking his ribs.
He tried to push himself off of her, but her arm around his neck held him firmly in place.
"I said, you're not going anywhere just yet," she said, stroking his cheek. "Sir," she added, her smile widening. They both knew who was giving the orders here.
When Pierre entered Marlen's room, he saw her lying on her bed, on her back with her arms spread out to the sides, her short skirt riding up her legs to expose the red panties underneath. But she wasn't asleep, he could see her face turning to track his approach.
When he reached her bed, she sat up and quickly removed her uniform. He slipped out of his own fatigues. Trying to catch her unawares, he quickly balled up a fist and swung for a breast.
Marlen saw the blow coming. She caught his fist with her hand, being careful to cushion the impact against her palm so as not to break his hand. "Not tonight, Pierre," she said, as she gently closed her hand about his fist. "No fighting tonight." A quick flick of her wrist tossed him onto the bed, as her other hand caught him and brought him down on top of her. She released his hand and put her hand on the back of his head. "Use your mouth, not your fists," she told him, as she forced his mouth down to her breasts.
She continued to hold him as he began to kiss and suckle her breasts. His hands came up and circled the same breast as he was suckling, and began squeezing with all of his strength.
She knew that she had to be very gentle with these fragile Terran men, especially right after a mission, when she was still feeling the adrenaline and Orgone rush from the combat. Wrapping her left arm very gently around his body as he worked over her left breast, she started stroking and caressing her right breast with her right hand. Softly at first, no more than about a hundred times as hard as he was doing to her left breast.
