IX  DISTANT STRUGGLES

“FASCISTS WIN ELECTIONS IN BRAZIL.
The Fascist Party of Brazil under leadress Maria Peraval has won the elections in the south american country in a tight race. Following protests by unions and left-wing followers, new presidentress Maria Peraval declared a state of emergency. The fascist states Germany, Italy and Japan were rather quick to congratulate the Peraval to her victory. Wall Street reacted positive too, the stocks of companies doing business down there rose, as a fascist rule is widely believed to be more stable than a leftist government. But Human Rights Watch and other organisations are warning about the rascist stance of Peraval and her ladies, a fact even the government, seldom very interested in such inner politics, watches with concern.”
Newsweek, January 7th, 1937



FBI training ground, Atlanta, Georgia, January 10th 1937, 11.35 hours

There were several young ladies working outside on the ground, running, jumping, robbing around. The fitness programme was up and running. Beyonce feared she needed that too. At least her shooting was above requirements.
At the door, on which a greek Delta was carved in black, a grim looking babe leaned, her short black hair not really masking a nasty scar on her forehead.
“Hi., I am Beyonce Tucker, the new team chief.”
“Amy Wilder. So you will send us into harms way. You better know what you are doing.”
“I will be with you, rest assured. Nice scar. May I inquire where you get it, Lady Wilder?”
“Spain, a remembrance from the Stukas.”
Beyonce was surprised, to say the least.
“You were with the Lincoln brigade?”
“Sure, right up to the Madrid battle. Injured badly there. Somehow got out alive. Wanted to go back, but someone convinced me it would be to no avail.”
“Excuse me but... I am a bit surprised that you have joined us, I mean...”
“You mean FBI and a Commie gal? Its the combat experience, I guess. Your chicks were nearly mad to get me.”
“I see. What do you say about the chicks here?”
“They would piss into their pants under the Stukas.”
“Come on, they will not face Stukas or artillery fire or something like that. Each one has seen action before. Bank robberies, hijacking...”
“That will be sufficient against thugs, I guess, but it might not be the only enemy in our future.”
“So? Do you expect, for example, german SET to hijack an airship of Pottress lines?”
“We will see, Lady Tucker, we will see. Care to visit the shooting range?”
“Good idea, Lady Wilder.”
“The name is Amy, Mam.”
“Alright, I am Beyonce. Let me just get acquainted with my staff. 30 minutes?”
“Okay, I will see you over there than.”
“Whats this Delta here?”
“As I take it, this was a small army barracks before FBI took over. I guess a D-company was in here or something like that. Funny you asked. The staff chicks already call us dirt-robbing gals the Delta girls.”
“Nice name, like out of a comic.”
“In the comics, no one ever dies...”


“JAPAN DECLARES WAR ON CHINA,
japaneses airplanes bombed Shanghai and Beijing, heavy fighting in the north, east of Shanghai naval battle, two chinese cruisers sunk. Conflict ignites over incident near Bejing on a bridge. State department hopes for negotiative settlement...”
New York Times, February 3rd 1937


Site B 5, forests south of Nuremberg, Bavaria, Germany, February 5th 1937, 10.20 hours

“So, what do we have here? Cheer up, pretty frauleins, new Marlboros and Luckys have arrived fresh from America. And even Budweiser beer. Sports illustrated, the Cosmopolitan, Hot Wheels, who gets this?”
Maria Cipoletti eyed the overweight private with the two ridiculous blonde plaits and the red moon cheeks in disgust.
“Rosebud in a cheerful mood again. Id like to stuff that budweiser bottles up their asses, or...”
Joan Smythe laid a hand on Marias arm.
“Calm down Maria, its to no avail.”
“Look how this Jamison bitch smiles at Rosebud. Oh, goddess, if we could only get out of here...”
“No chance, Maria, no chance. I still hope they let us go when Brit has done for them what they want.”
Maria eyed Joan closely.
“Joan, use your cute head, please, would you. They will never let us go. Rather they will dispose of us. If we were free and could talk, there would be hell to pay for the superfrauleins.”
“But, but... they wont kill us. They havent killed you and the two other police officers here. The have no need for you. So, if they dont kill you, its not that bad.”
“Yeah, really nice of them. Will start to love them soon, I am sure. Maybe Rosebud would like to share her sheets with me. Can hardly wait. Is this a mustache above their mouth or just dirt?”
Joan laughed against her will.
“Maria, you really manage to cheer me up each time again.”
“Would really appreciate if someone cheered up ME for a change.”
“What would be necessary?”
“This blonde bitch who overpowered me at my feet, all trussed up, gagged and helpless, her eyes wide and terrified, for example?”
“I heard the guards speak about her. Her name is Ophelia Skorzeny, and shes their wonderwoman or something like that. A crack in personal combat, cool as ice and...”
“And considers herself a gifted comedian, yeah...”
“She is into fencing, was in their Olympics team back in 32.”
“I am impressed. So remind me I never meet her with swords.”
“Rosebud” reached Marias and Joans place.
“Ah, the musician and the cute Italian. Marlboros for both, right? And the piano news for you?”
Maria thought it would be a good time to quit smoking, but it was boring as hell here, and... she took the two packs the plaited German offered her.
Joan already skimmed through her magazine, a yet unlit cigarette between her lips. As said, it was boring as hell here in the bavarian forests.
Maria sighed and opened one of the Marlboro packs.


Home of Esther Rutherford and Moira Chestwick, Manchester, United Queendom, February 5th, 1937, 0.04 hours

Major of German SET Dagmar Kleikamp really loved her job, especially since the operation SCHMETTERLINGSFAENGERIN (butterflycatchress) was up and running.
Seeing Dagmar on a street in Berlin or London, no one would not think her a Special Forces chick, not even a german gal at all. Of slender build, her fitness not showing in her graceful, feminine movements, always up to date in fashion, one would think the lady with the dark eyes and black, shoulderlength hair a French or northitalian woman. Usually she wore the silken raven hair combed back in a ponytail, a soft silkscarf with flowers printed on it holding it back. The Kleikamp took great care in a fine make up too. When speaking, her perfect Oxford-English or high class french worked to her advantage too. In fact, she had been in Oxford in her time, a wild time to be sure, where she learned some things especially now coming very handy.
At that moment, Dagmar stood in a bedroom in Manchester, three of her soldiers accompanying her, the others securing the door and the garden. No children, no old grandma, no petanimals. Just a scientist with both a brain and good looks, and her companion.
Dagmar watched Esther Rutherford sleeping peacefully, her left arm wound around sweet Moira Chestwick. How cute. The moonlight accentuated Esthers long, blonde curls. At 43, the longevity drug worked well on her. Moira, her companion, was 26 and didnt need the drug yet. She had shoulderlength, reddish brown hair.
What a nice pair of englishwomen. Dagmar smiled. Time for the show. She gestured to one of her privates, the blonde SET in the black suit closed the curtains. Dagmar switched on the light.
“Hello, ladies, time to wake up. We have a little surprise for you!”
Esther and Moira woke up to find 4 dark clad figures in their sleeping room, three masked, the fourth one the beautiful darkhaired lady who Esther immediately recognized as the gal who had asked her for a light this afternoon at the busstation.
Moira gulped:
“What is the meaning of this? What are you doing here?”
Blonde Esthers thinking was faster. She had heard of scientists vanishing all over the United Queendom. She hissed:
“Thats an abduction, Moira. These thugs want to kidnapp us, I guess.”
“Right, Mrs. Rutherford. Please, no screams for help, no resistance. Such are futile. Do you see these guns here? They are silenced. We would really regret to harm you, but we wont refrain from it, you see? So, lets get things organized. First, to let you settle into the situation, please put these nice packings between your sweet lips and place them deep in your mouths.”
Moira shuddered.
“Esther, you have to do something, they cant get away with this.”
“Honey, our options at present are very few. Its best we obey. Where are you from? Soviet Union? Or Germany?”
Dagmar smiled down on the blonde scientist.
“Does it matter, Mrs. Rutherford? Please, put on this gag, will you?”
Esther bit her lips and threw back her blonde curls in a defiant gesture, but then she obeyed reluctantly, shoving the huge clothball deep into her mouth, working with her fingers to get her cheeks fully stuffed. She gagged on it, her eyes widening. Moira watched her apprehensively, then did likewise. She immediately let out a terrified Mmpphh! At the enormity of the packing.
Dagmar still smiled. How she loved it. She could do abductions like this for a lifetime. How the eyes of the victims widened, how sweet their mewing. Just wonderful.
“Now put these strips of white tape on your lips.”
A SET gave two strips of broad, shiny white tape to the english ladies. They had no choice and put them on.
“Yes, smooth it down, we want it nice and tidy. Thats it. Okay, now put of these nightgowns, will you?”
Esther and Moira mmpphhed in alarm and looked at each other. Esther shot daggers with her eyes on the darkhaired villainess, who still smiled politely at them as if on a teaparty.
There the gowns went, revealing two beautiful, slender bodies.
“A nice bossom you have there, Mrs.Chestwick. I am sure Mrs. Rutherford just loves to fondle it.”
Moiras face around the tapegag reddened, Esther let out an angry grunt into her gag. Dagmar giggled like a teenager. The three hooded women didnt make a sound, standing there threatingly in stark contrast to her leaders appearance and behavior. Dagmar gestured with a feminine hand to one of them, and the SET produced two folded packages from a bag.
Esthers and Moiras eyes widened further, as the packages were thrown on the bed beside them. It were shiny, black latex outfits.
Up to now Esther had been rather cool about her abduction, more angry than afraid. Now she shook her head in alarm and a trace of fear. Moira starred wideeyed down on the kinky outfits.
Dagmar beamed, obviously having great fun:
“Before you done the rubber, please rubb these nice lustcream into your soft skin. Yes, I KNOW, the latex is impregnated with it already, but can you imagine how much more you will be aroused if directly creamed? There you have it. So, please, just do it.”
The english ladies had no choice, forced at gunpoint they took the offered tubes of fine english lustcream “EMPIRE PRIME” and went to work. They rubbed the glossy cream into legs, body and arms, and the stuff went immediately to work, setting their whole bodies and especially their lovenests on fire. Already their juices were flowing, their eyes were getting softer, even Esthers, and their mewing into the gags grew by the minute.
“Fine, ladies, see it this way, the rubber will be far easier to put on now. You will look delicious in it.”
The helplessly aroused ladies had to get into the rubberoutfits. There shapely legs were soon covered with the thighigh stockings, then the waistbands followed. Esther threw her hair back and let out a wild scream into the gag, her rubberized legs trashing inadvertently about. There was no escape. Bras and gloves were put on. Both ladies were now denied clear thinking due to their helpless arousal, so they didnt grasp the fact that there were no slips to the outfits.
The Kleikamp put a filter cigarette between her pretty lips and ordered her gals:
“Secure them. And finish the gags.”
The SET went to work with several rolls of white tape, contrasting very well with the black latex. Esther and Moira were rudely handled, their ellbows and wrists taped behind their backs, more tape around their arms and waist secured them further. Their gags were heavily reinforced by winding tape around her heads about 10 times. While one SET applied the tape, the other hold up Esthers hair, they did likewise with Moiras.
The british gals were struggling in tape and rubber, their pussies hot as hell, only thinking about sexual relief.
Dagmar lit her cigarette with a match, took a deep drag and blew smoke at the two packaged ladies.
“Isnt this nice?"
The british beauties legs were taped too.
The Kleikamp watched the two rubber packages with barely hidden delight. She smoked greedily, dropping her pleasant mask to show her own arousal by the sight. Her cheeks were slightly red. With a certain haste she ordered:
“Take them out. We are done here. A small mission for us, a big step for the Reich, haha...”
Esther and Moira wriggled desperatly and screamed into the squeaking gags.



The White House, Washington D.C., February 6th 1937, 14.08 hours

“Okay, Lady Ryan, I am listening.”
Lady President Roosevelt smiled amiably at Jill and took a drag of her cigarette from her long silvern cigarette-holder.
Jill took in breath and started. She was nervous, you didnt brief the president every day, and it didnt exactly help that it was for the first time. Jill met Lady Roosevelt before already, but in social circumstances. Back then Roosevelt had not been to friendly, with Jill being a political enemy. Now, she was trying to give the good aunt from the big city meeting the girl from the remote farm.
Jill was not sure if she preferred this to hostility.
“Mam, all reports show that the japanese operation is not a reaction to the incident at Marcia Pola bridge, but a long planned all-out-attack. Its an invasion targeting to destroy the chinese military forces and to capture as much territory as possible.”
“How can you say that after a few days?”
“Its the scale of operations. Their whole fleet is out there, blocking the chinese coast from Quingdao in the north down to Zhanjiang on the indochinese border. The air bombardments targeted not only specific cities, but military, economical and administrative sites in these cities, and with great precision. That must have been planned long beforehand. In the north, at least 30 divisions are on the move, and they started doing so BEFORE the incident happened.”
“Wherte did you get this information?”
Roosevelt turned to Janette Couzens.
“Jane, you are always complaining about your budget. Now I gather you even have assets in japanese held Manchuria.”
Jill looked to Couzens. The old dragon nodded.
“Lady President, this information is out of Secret Service, United Queendom. I dont know the source, as I need not know, but directress Couzens assured me its very reliable.”
“Indeed? Lady Chamberlain (british prime ministress) would not like to hear that. So I better not tell her if she visits here next month. Haha!”
Jill was slightly irritated by Roosevelts humor.
Couzens laughed at the weak joke, Jill did not.
Lady Roosevelts eyes narrowed. She clearly didnt like Jills cold reaction.
“Continue, Lady Ryan.”
“Yes, Mam. Comparing both sides forces, the japanese fleet will shortly have either sunk or driven from the seas the small chinese navy.
Japan today fields about 90 divisions, plus garrisons, of which 53  are regular infantry divisions. Their troops have adopted new doctrines gained through the german advisoresses over there. We are not sure if the Germans have send them blueprints of weapon designs or even ready arms too. But I wont be surprised.”
“Dont speculate, Lady Ryan. I only want the facts.”
“Arr, yes, Mam. The chinese forces number about 70 divisions, two thirds of which are militia, no match for the japaneses samuraias.
In the air, the Japs field about 1.000 combat planes, half of which are bombers. The chinese air force hardly exists.
All in all, I conclude that the Chinese are in for a hard time. If the Japs conduct amphibious operations along the coast, things will get worse.”
“The chiefs of staff nerve me weekly about a marine division for such operations. They say such operations are very difficult and need long preparation and training.”
“Yes, mam, but the Japs trained for such missions for several years now.”
“Really? Want to land in California capturing Hollywood in the end?”
Again, Jill didnt laugh.
“Okay, Ryan, whats their overall objective, in your opinion?”
“The destruction of the chinese state and the conquest of the whole country.”
“Janette, do you support that?”
“Well, Franka, it goes a bit far, but the indicators are worrysome.”
“If you are right, will they succeed?”
It was Jill again:
“Thats difficult to say right now. We might be able to tell in a few weeks. Anyway, the country is vast and in most regions infrastructure is very low. Its more a logistical than a combat problem. I doubt the Japs are as well prepared in this field as in others. So it will at least take several years.”
“Anyway, we cant do much about it. It endangers our business interests for sure, but cant go to war over this, can I?”
Jill couldnt keep her mouth shut:
“Maybe we can support the Chinese with war materials and money and...”
“Please, Ryan, leave this to the politicians. I thank you for the briefing. You should taste the french wine in the cafeteria. Its really good.”
Jill starred at the president. Than she rose slowly.
“Yes, Mam.”
The two ladies shook hands briefly, then Ryan left.
Before the door closed, Jill heard the president say:
“An insolent gal, this one. Is she really any good?”

“NOT OUR BUSINESS, SAYS ROOSEVELT ON SINO-JAPANESE  WAR.
The lady president gave an interview yesterday, broadcasted on all radio programmes, in which she made very clear that despite the condemnation of the war in Asia, such distant struggles are not Americas business. Wall Street reacted with obvious relief to this. California standard oil signed a contract with the Empire of Japan, and its stocks are up 14 points...”
The Wall Street Journal, February 10th 1937