Silence and Delacourt (closed)

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Marie-Claire skulked about the ship moving from one hiding spot to another. She was quickly able to discover that all of the passengers and crew had been shepherded into the ballroom to be more easily kept under guard. The Baron's men had taken over all crew functions, or so it seemed.

With them all thinking they have everything under control, it was far easier for her to move about. the corridors were deserted. She carefully made her way to the observation deck to see where exactly they were going. She would not fail Will in learning where this secret hideout was. Nor would she fail him when it came time to rescue him.

While she was watching the land ((sea?)) below looking for anything that would help her remember their course, she found it difficult not to think of Will. His broad shoulders, his well muscled chest, the way his eyes sparkled when he looked at her. His kiss. Mon Dieu. His Kiss. His touch his caress.

Non.

She could experience those things soon enough. She could not afford to lose focus now. She pulled out her pocket watch to check the time.

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Anna cleared her throat.

((Ooh, I am so tempted...and in light of what we've already discussed for Will's escape later...))

"No. There vass a French girl with him. She will be hiding somewhere about the ship thinking she will rescue Silence." Anna looked at him and sneered.

She could not tell from the masks and goggles if the Baron's men were looking at her as she stood bold as brass in her lingerie on the bridge. But the Baron eyed her appreciatively and not because she had captured the mighty hero, Will Silence.

"I vill be more than happy to keep Silence under guard. I know his tricks. I vill keep him in my room with guards at the door. Herr Silence hass been a very bad boy. I would like to punish him." She grinned again showing her very white teeth.


She looked back at the Baron. "I need bullets for my gun. I let Silence believe he had me cowed and that I would not betray him. Hah. My alligiance is with the new Germany!"

 

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"Haha!"

The Baron waggled a finger at Will. "So, you thought you could suborn a proud child of Germany? It is a gut joke, hm?"

Will didn't let any of his roiling rage and concern for Marie-Claire show on his face.

"If you say so, Baron. So you're in bed with the lovely fraulein and her paymasters? Seems like Herr Hitler's making a very appropriate beginning to his new Germany... letting all the old scum seep back in."

He saw the blow coming but, contemptuously, made no attempt to block or dodge it. The Baron's leather-gloved fingers smashed into the side of his face, setting his ears ringing. Krieghorst withdrew his hand, his ruddy face swollen with anger.

"You shall not say such things of me."

A sudden intuition caused Will to glance at Anna. Her fists were clenched on her graceful hips, her lips a thin pursed line and her face white and set with rage. She was infuriated by the Baron's action, making free with what she no doubt considered her prerogative.

Baron von Krieghorst, calming down, did not notice Anna's brief change of expression. He gestured, and an aide handed Anna a loaded carbine.

"Of course. Take all the time you need for your... indulgences, mein liebling. Afterwards, of course, Herr Silence will need to be disposed of."

This also drew a flash of anger mingled with a certain surprising consternation from the German ambassador's daughter but she simply nodded.

"In the meantime... Otto! Take a detachment and scour this ship for the French girl."

"Have her brought to my quarters," Anna put in. "I vish her to see... vat I vill do to her hero."

The Baron laughed, and slapped Anna on her toned ass, setting her ample breasts jiggling underneath the wispy lingerie. He let his hand linger there, clearly enjoying the firm yet deliciously yielding handful underneath the black lace. He let his fingers open and close, indifferent to his watching (and without a doubt envious) men.

"As you say, mein fraulein . Afterwards, perhaps we should... talk herself, nein?"


The guards stationed themselves outside Anna's stateroom. Inside, she levelled her gun at Will and drew a pair of glittering handcuffs from a desk drawer. Will raised an eyebrow.

"Standard issue for passengers on the Abe, or did you bring them along with you just in case."

"Schnauze! [Shut up!] On the bed."

Will casually lay back on the bed, and Anna climbed over him, taking care that her busty cleavage rubbed closely across his face and chest on the way. She clicked a handcuff around his wrist and the other around the post of the headboard.

"How is it you say in English?", she breathed, not moving from her position straddling his muscular chest, "'At last ve're alone'?"



On the observation deck, Marie-Claire could see the course the hijacked Abraham Lincoln was taking. It was ascending, ballast being discarded, higher and higher into the cold wet clouds of the Atlantic. The observation deck quickly became very cold, and it became hard to tell though the white on all sides what location the ship might be in. Would it be impossible to even determine the whereabouts of Krieghorst's island hideout?

But that at least would not be a concern for the lovely tomboy. For, a sudden break in the clouds revealed Krieghort's real stronghold in all its awful glory. Looming among the clouds like a vast thunercloud was a huge metal airship, a floating fortress many times the size of the Abraham Lincoln, painted in black and gold. Krieghorst's emblem, a death's head with pistols crossed underneath, hung on a vast gonfalon below the hull. The huge airship's name was painted along its hull in six-foot high letters: the Otto von Bismarck . Its sides bristled with gun emplacements, many of them weird and unrecognizable shapes. Constant, growling machinery on deck flickering with harsh blue lights fed the balloon up above. They generated black clouds of smoke, providing the Bismarck with a constant protective screen of cloud and apparent lightning.

It was no wonder that no naval force had ever found Krieghort's lair. He was not based on the sea at all but in the realm of the air itself.

Marie-Claire was distracted from the terrible sight filling the stern screen by the scrape of jackboots coming up the stairwell.

 

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((That was an awesome post!! My is very lame in comparison.))


Anna kissed Will hard assaulting his mouth with her tongue. "Perhaps if you please me, I shall convince the Baron that you need not be tossed overboard." She smirked, "Perhaps if you please me very much, I shall see that no permenent damage be done to your little peach tart." She scooted down his body to grind against his crotch. "Have you ever been ridden like a stallion, Will? A stallion who has been whipped into a frenzy? Pleasure and pain co-mingled into one exquisite jolt of orgasmic anoesis..." She licked her lips in anticipation of using her riding crop on him then abruptly climbed off him to unbutton his trousers.

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Merde! Merde! Merde! Marie-Claire thought when she heard the boots. That putain Anna had betrayed them. Not that it should have surprised her. She looked for a place to hide.


((I think there should be more than one access to the observation deck. And I don't know if Marie-Claire shouold be able to lead them on a merry chase, or get caught right away or not.. I'm thinking she should stay free for awhile.))

 

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(Not at all! I'm always completely thrilled by your posts)


Looking around the observation deck, Marie-Claire's eye fell on an unobtrusive grey hatch set into the wall. It opened to reveal a plain, grey steel service stairway in a tight crawlspace running down into the depths of the zeppelin. It would be hard for someone less slender and lithe than the Parisian to make any speed at all down the stairwell.

The footsteps were now almost in the observation deck.


A plan was beginning to form in Will's mind. It was a desperate plan, but the situation was desperate. He had to escape and find Marie-Claire. When Anna kissed him he responded lustily and forcefully, sucking on her tongue and nipping her lower lip with his teeth. With his hands tied behind his back, she was able to pull away. Will grinned at her. He noticed little red spots of colour in her cheeks and a slight breathlessness, her fine throat quivering.

Anna brought herself down the length of Will's hard body, letting him feel every shift and keeping her massive breasts firmly in his face. She rubbed herself against his crotch like an animal, her breaths coming heavy and hoarse. Will to all appearances remained coolly at ease, but he allowed himself to respond, his cock growing and hardening underneath the young German's ministrations. A growing stain around Anna's indecently wispy black panties indicated her own arousal.

"Have you ever been ridden like a stallion, Will? A stallion who has been whipped into a frenzy? Pleasure and pain co-mingled into one exquisite jolt of orgasmic anoesis..."

Will laughed, his tone entirely nonchalant.

"Don't you know a gentleman never kisses and tells, m'dear? I'll tell you again, Anna: this is one stallion you'll have a hell of a time breaking."

Anna climbed off him, unbuttoning his trousers and pulling them off him. Will's huge, heavy cock was fully erect, stabbing into the sky.

"At least tell me you'll be making breakfast afterwards."

 

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((So sorry for the long delay. I've been sick all month I just can't shake this cold. Everything seems to be moving in slo-mo. Esp. my posts.))

((I thought Anna had Will handcuffed to the bed, but it really doesn't matter.))

Anna laughed at Will. "I shall be having you for breakfast, Will. But should you need to eat to keep up your..." She took hold of his cock and stroked roughly it a few times, "strength...I can have food brought to us." She let go of his cock so she could slip off her lacy panties. Then she pulled a riding crop out of a drawer in her bureau.

With a feline grin she approached the bed and smack Will on the thighs a few times. "Pity your little French piece is not here to see this. I could giff her quite ze lesson."

She climbed on the bed and straddled Will. She grabbed his hair and gave him a very thorough kiss before preparing to impale herself on his massive American manhood.

 

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Anna slipped her black lacy panties slowly down her long legs. The tip of her tongue emerged to lick at her lush lips, her cold blue eyes steaming over with arousal as she stared at Will's cock. Almost unconsciously, her hands moved up to cup her full breasts, alternately stroking them and tweaking the hard nipples. Reluctantly, she let go and pulled out a riding crop from a nearby drawer.

Will regarded it calmly. He had last seen the instrument caressing the tender young haunches of the ravishing Marie-Claire. Concern for her raged in his mind, though nothing showed on his face. To help her, he had to stay calm and focused. He had a plan, but for it to work he would have to give Anna a literally life-changing fucking. With his hands cuffed to the bed, he would have to reduce the icy German woman to a panting, moaning, wanton and submissive girl begging for more.

Anna posed with the riding crop against her hip, her massive breasts thrust proudly out. A wicked grin flashed across her face as she approached, lashing Will around the thighs, raising angry red welts. He didn't even flinch, still impassively holding Anna's gaze.

"Pity your little French piece is not here to see this. I could giff her quite ze lesson."

Will gave her his trademark mocking half-smile.

"Maybe she'll be joining us after all, fraulein. Don't think there's much you could teach her, though."

Anna bared her teeth and clambered on to Will. She seized two handfuls of hair and held his head motionless for a hot, wet kiss which Will returned with vigor. It was Anna who broke the kiss, breathless and flushed, and took a moment's deep breath before addressing herself to the huge erection pressed against her stomach. She wrapped both hands around it, preparing to plunge herself fully down on it.

Will, however, had other ideas. He wrapped his right leg around her sweetly curved ass and lifted his left knee, pushing her a little bit off his body and holding her lower body in a tight, vice-like grip. Anna gave him a startled, angry look and reached for the gun she'd prudently left within reach. But Will gave her no time. He used his legs to smoothly lower her on to the tip of his huge, iron-hard cock. Anna's eyes went wide and she let out an involuntary little noise, somewhere between a gasp and a purr. Will slowly pushed her back and forth along the tip, patiently letting her pussy adjust to his enormous size, rubbing her clitoris again and again with the head of his cock.

 

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"Even bound, you haff to prove you are the Übermensch, yes?" Anna said with a sly smile. She swapped his thigh with her crop. "Enuff teasing."

Anna lowered herself onto Will's massive cock with a loud groan. "Ooh, Vilhelm. Give it all to me." She impaled herself fully groaning again. "Mein Gott." She licked her lips again. Will was all she had imagined and more. If only she could convince him to come to their side. She caressed her breast and closed her eyes enjoying the sensations of moving against Will and his very large American cock.

 

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Anna's eyes were closed in bliss. She slid slowly down Will's cock, each inch bringing her closer to total ecstasy and eliciting new throaty moans from between those full lips. Her cries rose in pitch and frequency.

"Mein Gott! Ja, ja, ja... ohhhhh ja. Ahh... ahh, bitte, Wilhelm... ja... mmmm... mein Gott in Himmel!"

Anna barely seemed aware of her surroundings any more, existing in a pure, primal state of wanton lust. Her hands were cupping her firm, buoyant breasts, frantically tweaking the nipples with the thumbs and drawing widening circles outwards with her fingers, trying vainly to give them some kind of stimulation that would match the pleasure Will's cock was giving between her legs.

Anna finally somehow took all of Will's cock inside herself, with a wild unbridled shriek of pleasure that was abruptly cut off as she felt the sheer weight and girth of the rod inside her. Her eyes widened. One hand remained busy with her breasts while the other rose to cover her mouth. Anna nibbled and sucked feverishly on her fingers, as though overawed at the thought of the ride she was about to recieve. Will remained perfectly still, aware that any movement on his part would send the first jolt of unbearable pleasure through her system.

Her eyes, cloudy with lust, slowly focused on Will.

"Wilhelm?" she asked in a soft, almost nervous voice. "Will, plea..."

Will began his barrage, bucking his hips up and down against her, hammering into her, reaching places that no man had ever even touched before. He wanted her to think, to think of how it would be to have him in control, pinning her down with his body, his hands on her breasts and ass. To have things be out of her control in bed, to allow Will Silence to take her again and again in every position he could think of, pleasuring her night after night.

 

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Anna threw her head back and reveled in Will's body. His legs were so strong. Everything about him was so strong. She put a hand on his chest and looked into his eyes.

"You must promise me," She began circling her hips against him as she spoke. "I vill free your hands iff you promise not to be ein dummkopf. I would hate for the guards in the hallway to hurt you." She grabbed his hair and gave him a fierce kiss. "Promise?"

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Meanwhile, Marie-Claire was cautiously moving through the ship. She wished she knew where they were holding Will. She had not heard any of the soldiers say anything useful. She thought they might be keeping him in the hold with the other prisoners, but there were so many guards there, there was nothing she could do that wouldn't give herself away.

She crawled into one of the ventilation ducts and moved along it trying to make her way close to the bridge. Perhaps she could hear something that would help her find Will and rescue him.

 

[Maka]

Marie-Claire found herself in the ventilation duct immediately above the airship's bridge, over a grate through which the sound of the pirates' conversation drifted. A crew of cutthroats from every port on Earth, their conversation was a polyglot mixture of French, Spanish, German and English which bore a certain resemblance to the thieves' argot Marie-Claire had grown up speaking. The name Silence caught her attention.

"... in the Fraulein von Ehrengard's cabin now. The boss will kill him afterwards, o' course..."

"If she doesn't kill him during. I've heard that one's insatiable, just doesn't stop."

"What a way to go, though!"

There was coarse laughter.


Anna was panting, her body moving almost of its own accord up and down on his cock, impaled, each movement sending a shudder through her body. She gasped out her proposal, between ferocious open-mouth kisses, moaning into his mouth.

"Promise?"

Sheer pleasure had almost driven her out of her mind but Will judged she needed one more push. This took the form of a forceful pelvic thrust upwards. Anna's back arched and she let out an involuntary scream of ecstasy as his massive cock pushed its way up into her tight body.

"I promise," said Will calmly. "And you know you want to see what I can do with my hands free."

 

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Marie-Claire knew exactly where that German pute's rooms were. Getting there without being seen was another matter. But so far the duct work was proving a perfect way to get around the ship.

She stayed a little longer to make sure there wasn't anything else of importance to be heard before moving as quietly as she could in the direction of the Fraulein's cabin.

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Anna panted. It was difficult to talk. She marveled that Will could be so composed and yet keep his manhood fully erect.

"Do not forget that there are guards right outside my door, iff I will call them iff you do anything to try and get away.

Squeezing her legs against Will to keep them connected, she reached over to get the key from the nightstand. She licked her lips as she slowly inserted the key into the lock and turned it, releasing one of the handcuffs.

 

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A half-smile touched the corner of Will's lips as he felt the cuff slip from his wrist.

"Do not forget that there are guards right outside my door, I will call them iff you do anything to try and get away," Anna panted, working herself up and down on his cock, trembling with pleasure. Will wryly placed a finger on her lips -she licked it like a cat before finally bringing it into her mouth and sucking fervently.

Will was amused by the thought of the guards within earshot. He wondered what they'd made of the loud, incessant sounds of pleasure coming from Anna's throat. He'd have to give them more.

He withdrew his finger from Anna's mouth. She gave him an almost hurt look, her eyes blurred by lust, like a child deprived of a treat. That faded as he brought his hand down to her breasts and began massaging and kneading the firm, pliant flesh. Low moans came from between her full lips. With his other hand, he reached down to her ass and pushed her even closer on to him, then rolled over.

Now, Will was on top. He withdrew almost his entire length before suddenly hammering it back down again, to the accompaniment of screams of pleasure. He repeated the maneuvre, but faster and then faster still until his entire body was like a piston beating down. Few women he'd known could take this kind of pounding for long without simply blacking out from an overload of pleasure. He wondered if Marie-Claire was among them -he thought she might be.

Will grinned and somehow his tempo increased.

 

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((I love how Will keeps thinking about Marie-Claire while he's screwing Anna. I guess it's what makes it more palatable.))

Anna screamed her pleasure sometimes calling his name. If the guards couldn't hear her now, they must be stone deaf.

She pressed her knees high up on Will's sides urging him deeper into her core. She dug her long manicured nails into his shoulders and raked them over his back. She bucked and quivered. Her muscles tightened as she felt her full release mounting. "Will, give it all to me! Give it to me now!" She shrieked right before her orgasm hit her.

She clung to him. her eyes rolled up into her head and she fell into a swoon.

Meanwhile, Marie-Claire was crawling through the air ducts trying to make her way to Will. Periodically, she was able to look through a grill into the corridor. he could be anywhere, but she decided he must be under guard. Then she heard it. Sounds. Like a woman being beaten or murdered. Or having sex. Her eyes narrowed. She heard the German putain call Will's name over and over. She followed the noise. She saw the corridor with two guards. There was no mistaking, Will and Anna were in that cabin. She wondered if she could get into the room itself. She would strangle that bitch.

 

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Anna had blacked out, overwhelmed by pleasure. She lay spreadeagled on the bed, her blonde hair slick with sweat, her arms and legs outstretched, the rumpled bedding in disarray around her. There was a seraphic smile on her full lips, the tip of her tongue emerging from the corner of her mouth. It was the smile of a woman who had been pleasured more thoroughly and profoundlly than she had ever been in her life. And, Will thought as he pulled out and slipped her hands between the handcuffs, it would quickly disappear once she woke up.

His cock was still hard and massively erect. He hadn't yet come, despite the incredible fucking he'd given Anna. He reached for Anna's carbine and prepared to put on his clothes, covering his hard, muscular body once again. There was a glint of humour in his eye as he looked at Anna, giving a quiet, sated purr in her sleep on the bed.

"I did tell you you wouldn't be able to handle me."

 

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((If you saw this going down a different way, let me know and I can change this post. I debated having her come down in the corridor and try taking out the guards... but I decided on this instead.))

Marie-Claire unscrewed the grill in the ceiling of the room--the floor of the duct to her and poked her head through it. "And what about me, Will Silence? How have I handled you so far?" She grinned but her face darkened when she looked at Anna lying on the bed. She changed position and swung her feet through the opening and slid out into Will's waiting arms. She kissed him, but cut it short. "Bah, you reek of her." She spat. But she kept her voice down. No sense alerting the guards.

"There are two guards at the door in the corridor. There is talk of killing you once la putain is done with you. We are going, not to any location in the ocean or on land, but to a giant airship. Giant. And bristling with guns." She fired off all that she knew in rapid succession. Anna might come to at any time. "The guards have been looking for me, but I took to the ductwork."

 

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"Marie-Claire!"

Will was overwhelmed with joy and relief at seeing her alive and well. She slipped into his arms from above and for a moment he was pressing her face with kisses, his erect manhood pressed against her lithe form.

"You handled me just fine, you minx," he whispered. "And as soon as I've cleaned the smell of Nazi off me and we've taken care of our friend the Baron...."

He didn't finish the sentence -it might have made the temptation to carry through on the promise then and there irresistible. Anna might have woken to the sight and sounds of Will taking a real woman on the cabin floor.

Instead, he reluctantly began to don his clothes.

"What we need to do is get off the Abe Lincoln and on to the bridge of this mothership. If I've got my man down right, he doesn't trust his crew any more than anyone else. He'll have set the bridge up so that it's heavily fortified and defensible in case of mutiny. If we can win through to there, we can fly the entire floating fortress into London and the arms of the Law!"

 

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Marie-Claire reveled in Will's kisses. Feeling his naked body pressed to her's, her heart started pounding and a blush sprang t her cheeks thinking of what they had already done and what she wished they were doing right now. Even with the stink of Anna's perfume all over him.

She pouted when he pulled away and began dressing. She knew they had to get back to work. So she stood and admired the view and thought about things she wanted to try and things she wanted to ask about trying. Living on the streets she had gained a lot of intellectual knowledge from the demimondes, she was looking forward to all the practical experience Will could give her.

"Will, there are guards everywhere. And they are looking for me. There are two outside the door. How will we get to the mothership?" Because she could not think fo any plan that would not end with them in the hands of the Baron.

 

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Will let Marie-Claire go at last after a long, lingering kiss. A little pout adorned her full lips at the close of the kiss and those loving blue eyes' mischevious glance down at his full erection left Will in no doubt that his desire was reciprocated. Damn the Baron and damn all Nazis! He should be making passionate, heartstopping love with the sensational, adorable Marie-Claire now, not preparing for do-or-die antics with the aerial advance guard of the Third Reich.

But there was no help for it. Marie-Claire's limber body would have to recieve the full and loving examination that it practically begged for at a later date. And it was as he was reluctantly pulling on his clothes that the idea came to him. Those long black trenchcoats and sinister, insectile gasmasks that the Baron's men wore...

Will paused. He'd pulled his pants on, but his muscular, scarred torso was still bare. He drew Marie-Claire to him and spoke softly in her ear.

"How's your Anna impression? Do you think you could lure the two goons outside in?"

 

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Marie-Claire let her hands rest on Will's broad shoulders then she traced an old scar on his arm.

"Will, it is disgusting for you to ask such a thing of me." She said in German, her accent somewhat close to Anna's. She cleared her throat and spoke again lowering her pitch, "When I get the buffoons in here, you will kill them, ja?" That sounded better.

She gave him a wink and picked up a brass candlestick. She walked to stand near the door so that when it opened she would be behind it. "I am done with Will Silence." She called out in what she hoped sounded enough like Anna to convince the guards. "Come in and remove him like the rubbish he is."

She grinned at Will. She could hear the guards moving outside the door.

 

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Will's body tingled as Marie-Claire, a deliciously naughty light in her eyes, traced her fingers along his arm. He chuckled at her imitation of Anna.

"That'll do all right, kiddo."
After the mounting pitch and frequency of her exultant screams earlier on, the guards would surely be expecting Anna's voice to sound a little off now.

He stood on the opposite side of the door from Marie-Claire, selecting a heavy, pyramidal obsidian paper-weight from Anna's desk as his own weapon. A thrill shot through him at the sight of Marie-Claire's grin. Love, lust and adventure seemed to be written across that delicate face and on every delectable curve of that straightbacked, luscious body. Will watched her standing -feet planted firmly apart, breasts pressing proudly against the confines of her shirt, her luminously lovely face uplifted like that of an angel.

An angel, admittedly, brandishing a brass candlestick with the intention of using it to crack the head of a Nazi sky-pirate, an angel with the mouth and vocabulary of a Paris street urchin, and an angel with incredible appetite and gymnastic gifts in the bedroom -but that was Will Silence's kind of angel, head to toe.

The guards filed in. Aware of the deshabille that their mistress must surely be in, they had their eyes slightly averted, which proved to be a fatal error. Marie-Claire swung her candlestick like Babe Ruth at the back of the first guard's head, dropping the him in his tracks. The second one barely had time to register the attack before Will pounded the top of his head with his Aztec paperweight, taking care not to crack the glass of the gasmask.

They crumpled and fell almost simultaneously. Will grinned at Marie-Claire.

"Long coats, gasmasks... we could be anybody under all this get-up. We've got our ticket to the bridge."

There was a muffled, low moan from the bed -the sound of a woman slowly returning from a plunge into deep oceans of pleasure. Anna was stirring.

"Oh yeah... her," Will recalled. "I think the fraulein was anxious to see you."

Anna's eyes slowly opened.

 

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Marie-Claire pantomimed spitting to show what she thought of the German puta. She hefted the candlestick. She would have no problem bashing Anna's head in.

Anna took in the scene and knew she had made a fatal error. "Damn you, Will Silence." She spat out and struggled against the handcuffs. "And you! I should have known those dumkopfs would let you slip through their fingers."

"One tap, Will." Marie-Claire looked at him with her large blue eyes while continuing the smack the candlestick again the palm of her hand. "We cannot leave her like this."

"You are fools iff you think you can escape. You may be free now, but not for much longer. Where can you go? The Baron will be here soon and haff your balls for breakfast."

"So much big talk for a woman handcuffed to a bed. What will your Baron think when he finds you here like this?" Marie-Claire said. "However, I would rather smash her skull and be done with this." The idea that Will had made love to this woman sickened her. If she did not love him so much she would make him scrub with steel wool before she would grace his bed again.

 

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Will could never have said no to those adorable big blue eyes, particularly when Marie-Claire's request seemed an only reasonable part-repayment for the humiliations that Anna had inflicted on her.

"Why not? Just a tap, though. I do think the OSS is going to be interested in what the fraulein can tell us about the Baron's links to Herr Hitler."

"Schweinhund!" Anna screamed. Marie-Claire moved towards her, the candlestick raised meaningfully.

"Wilhelm, no!", Anna said, moving from rage to fear. "Think of all of the things we could do together..."


Will paid no attention, having already begun stripping one of the two unconscious guards of his trenchcoat, his black costume, his gasmask and his jackboots.

"Jackboots," he mused. "Why do you think it's always jackboots with these guys, kiddo?"

 

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Marie-Claire was tired of Anna's pleadings with Will. She hit the woman at the base of her skull and watched her crumple to the floor. She checked. "She is still breathing." Not that Marie-Claire cared, but Will was right. She hoped that they would spare nothing in their questioning of the disgusting bitch.

Marie-Claire laughed as she walked over to Will. She began stripping the other guard. "Because jackboots are intimidating?" She thought Will would fit in either of the guards' uniforms, but doubted she would. But she need only pass for a guard for a short time--she hoped. Any close inspection would show she was far too petite.

She looked the guards over. Both together could not make half the man Will was. She sat on the floor and tugged on the jumpsuit.

 

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Marie-Claire bent over to strip one of the guards of his jumpsuit. Her movement pressed the rounded cheeks of her buttocks against the fabric of her trousers, an eye-poppingly enticing sight, all the more stirring for her apparent unconsciousness of the effect. Marie-Claire had only started to become aware of the extraordinary beauty of her body in many ways. Will intended to make it his mission to show her everything it could do.

He snapped out of his pleasant reverie to tug his own choice's gasmask, jumpsuit, trenchcoat and jackboots off. The sky pirate was a big man, and his clothes fitted Will well. Marie-Claire's guard was slightly smaller, but even they were initially far too bigger. Will helped her with a little strategic fastening, tucking and tightening, not wasting an opportunity to slide a hand underneath her shirt in the process and cup the heavy, warm mound of a breast.

Marie-Claire squeaked, jumped, and batted him away playfully. He grinned unabashedly -the truth was that his blood was racing now, as it did so often at the height of an adventure. Marie-Claire might not know what had hit her once they had both gotten to safety.

Marie-Claire's disguise was not perfect. A close observer would notice that the gas-mask strap had been taken in and that the heavy black trenchcoat had been folded at the sleeves. But she'd pass a casual inspection.

"I'd better do the talking, so they won't look too much at the littlest -and the cutest, sky pirate," said Will, teasing her a little as he had done since the day they first met.

Will spoke fluent and idiomatic German, picked up on in the seediest sectors of Berlin and Hamburg. He could not disguise his accent, but the distortion caused by speaking through the gas-mask would hopefully see to that.

Will took the precaution of pocketing the key to Anna's stateroom and locking the door behind them. He couldn't be doing with Anna or her guards getting free and ruining everything.

The zeppelin was rapidly emptying. The captives from the hold had already been herded into the pirate's airship. The few remaining pirates whom Will and Marie-Claire saw paid them little attention, instead hurrying by on urgent errands of their own.

He glanced inside a few staterooms. They were stripped of all the luxurious ornaments and paintings that had adorned them -the Baron's men working with the relentless speed and efficiency of a host of starving army ants.

One gas-masked marauder was still in one stateroom, reaching down behind the plush chaise-longue for something. Will paused to watch as he drew out a lady's silver pendant that must have fallen down behind the cushions. He cackled with triumph, then saw the two intruders in the doorway.

The pirate quickly drew the pistol at his belt and levelled it at them.

"Verzieh dich. Gehört mir [Go away. It's mine.]"

Will tranquilly spread his hands in a gesture of benign contempt and left the man to his scavenging.



The view from the observation deck was startling. A humming cobweb of thin but impossibly strong and tensile metallic hawsers and wires had emerged from the Otto von Bismark, the vast shadow looming overhead, and grabbled the Abraham Lincoln to its underside. The pirate's smaller flying machines buzzed around the cobweb, overseeing the transfer of load after load of loot -crates, bales of rich cloth, heaps of curios, guns, even strips of metal plating they'd ripped from the zeppelin interior. It was all piled on to tubs like minecarts which were then winched up through the network at dizzying speeds into the belly of the Bismark.

"I know engineering," Will said thoughtfully, looking up at the incredible sight. "Something like this is beyond Baron von Krieghorst. There are only five people in the world who could build something like this."

One was Kristof Balazs, a Hungarian scientist and spy who had operated under the codename Blackout when Will knew him. The last Will had heard, Balasz was holed up in a secret laboratory somewhere in the Alps, searching for a cure for the condition, brought on by a lab accident, that had turned him into something of a modernday werewolf. Katia Leibowitz, the brilliant Jewish engineer, and her husband Joe Rossini, both worked for the US government. Professor Fan Song was on an expedition in Brazil. And Miles O'Brien, the Irish renegade genius, had been missing for years after the failure of his Utopian colony on the Aran Islands.

The source of the Baron's technology would have to be established later. At the moment, Will could see only one way of getting up to the mothership. ost of the carts, perilously skidding along the links in the great cobweb, were unmanned but a few had riders clinging to the sides.

"Hope you're not scared of heights," Will whispered to Marie-Claire, pulling aside his gasmask for two light butterfly kisses on her forehead.

 

[haremfaery]

Marie-Claire giggled. She rarely giggled, she was far to French and jaded for that. But Will calling her the littlest and cutest sky pirate took her by surprise. "It sounds like a children's story." She grinned at him.

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Marie-Claire walked alongside Will thinking how a cat makes itself look big. She straightened her back and tried to walk with a manly gait. All of the lessons in poise at the various schools Will had sent her to had not been able to correct it out of her. On the streets, it was rarely a good idea to bring attention to one's possible womanly charms.

"I am not afraid. I have climbed across rooftops in Paris." She said. "But how do we get there?" She indicated the carts. "They must be bringing some things up from the hold, but others...from the outside promenade, I think." Her heart was beating fast again, both from Will's chaste kisses and at the thought of what might await them on board the Bismarck.