XXII – HOCKEY AT ITS BEST

( Authors note 1: The chapter contains two small bondage scenes.
Authors note 2: For American and Canadian readers: The Hockey World Cup here is about FIELD hockey, NOT Ice Hockey. )

Hockeystadion Milano, July 17th 1938, 17.35 hours

Mademoiselle Josefine Lenglen couldnt say she was in a good mood. Not that anyone expected a good mood from especially her, but it WAS possible for her to be happy with the world, for example when beating Germans on the Tennis court.
To her dismay, her unbelievable stamina and determination, her fast legs and devastating backhand were of no use here. 35 Minutes into the first half of the quarter final, the German superfrauen were already leading 4 to 1 against France. France best strikress, Gabrielle Mercourt, didnt win a single engagement with this Petra Geiger, and the Germans pressed the French maidens so hard there was hardly any French counterattack anyway. This was an unmitigated disaster. The Lenglen sighed and her mood darkened further, as the Germans scored a fifth time. The Italian commentatress over the speakers was full of delight. Not so the French fans surrounding Josefine.
They will roll over us like that if a war comes, Josefine thought and started with blazing dark eyes to nimble on her upperlip. The first half passed, hopefully the French would recover in the break. But against this stonewall of a defense? They wont turn the tide.
The Lenglen decided it was the right moment to revive an old habit. She made her way through the fans to a young Italian squire selling ice cream and cigarettes. She bought a pack of American Marlboros and matches.
Lighting up, she became slightly dizzy, as she broke the habit four years ago when taking on the tennis world in earnest. But, by the goddess of amusement, it was so good.
“Lady Lenglen! Hey, I dont believe it! You are smoking? A sports lady and idol of the youth? Our readers will want to know that.”
Josefines eyes widened, and she turned abruptly. Oh no, it was that cow Vilma Viper, the US answer to the most disgusting woman alive contest. And with a camera. The flashlight bubbled, catching the Lenglen with the nasty cigarette deep between her beautiful lips. The French tennis crack growled:
“I really dont know whats the problem with that, Miss Viper. Smoking is entertaining, as long as you dont get addicted to it. As I am an adult, sensible person, I know how to go about it.”
“Sure. I guess its because the Germans are showing your gals where the racket hits the ball, haha!”
“Nicely put. Did you read this somewhere? Or where you hit with inspiration out of a sudden?”
“What? Anyway, Janet Morris Inc. might give you a contract. Good advertising, the tennis star smoking coolly. Shall I send them the pictures? Anyway, ah, they will see them in the papers soon.”
Josefine knew her managress would kill her and several health priestresses would go mad about this. She briefly considered taking that camera and applying some good American style violence to it. But no, that would make things worse. Stay cool, Jo, she urged herself and took another drag, to Vipers delight.
“Tastes good, doesnt it? What do you say about the game?”
“Thats sports. The Germans are better. I hope the USA will beat them in the semifinal. Good luck to your maidens, Miss Viper.”
“Oh, thanks, but naturally we will beat the supergirls, no doubt about it.”
“Sure.”
It would be so very satisfying changing her discipline and go for kickboxing right now. That would be pictures and a story worth of attention. Lenglens aggressiveness was as always good controlled and showed only in her blazing eyes.
“Any tip for the end result, Miss Lenglen?”
“No comment. Nice tresses.”
Vipers hair was tressed and combed back from her face, very much emphasizing the moonlike roundness of her face.
“Do you think so? Thanks. You are always so polite and kind.”
Oh my god, I had that coming, Josefine thought and tortured the filter of her cigarette again.
The second half started. Viper saw the French coach of Olympique Marseille and left, Lenglen returned to the hopeless game. 50 minutes, due to overtime, later, the Germans had annihilated France with 7 to 2 and Josefine had smoked five more Marlboros, as was fitting for a sensible, adult person.


“Well, well, well, all excited we are about upcoming semifinals. Especially our gals battling the dreaded Germans. Thats the game of the year, some even dupe it the game of the century. That might be going a bit far, but its definitely the biggest match in a long time. Our fast, for most teams to fast game against the disciplined defence and the methodical, overwhelming attack of the Germans. Will be beat em?
Remember the French coach saying: The Germans cant play hockey, they can only win, haha!
Okay, serious, lets summarize the quarterfinals.
Italy fought a very hard match against Canada, emerging victorious 5 to 4 in overtime. They will meet Brazil, which to our surprise scored big time against good old England, kicking the Britas out of the tournament with 8 to 3. Poor Britas, all this trouble with their queens, and now this. Brazil is astonishing, a good combination of German discipline and lightning like attacks. Maybe we see them in the final?
Okay, the Germans had no problems with the poor French, after leading 5 to 1 at the break, they brought the match home easily with 7 to 2.
And our own girls showed the Czechs who is mistress. The Czech were real good, no doubt about that, and it was a fine, entertaining game with quite a few goals. 9 to 6 in the end for USA. Good by Czechs, nice to meet you, hehe.
So, its USA – Germany and Italy – Brazil.
On the goalgetress business, our black Valerie has scored 11 times in four games so far. Czech lady Gomollova with 9 is out now, that leaves Sissi of Brazil with 8. I would say Valerie Feathers has a very good chance to become queen of goals this tournament.
Goody, before we look closer at the upcoming battle with the Superfrauen, I want to tell you something about Hypermenthos, the new toothpaste of Wycott. Only Hypermenthos has...”
Priss Ruff in QUEENS OF SPORTS, CBS radio, July 19th, 1938


Living room, Jill Tessa Ryans home, Boston, USA, July 21st, 1938, 11.19 hours

“Oh my, what a shot, thats Diane Duane, the grand old strikress, at her best. But a near miss is still a miss. 25 minutes into the game, and still no goals. Our gals are running against a solid wall of rackets and shapely legs. Now another of this typical, well organised assaults of the German maidens. Heike Wirtz going left, a precise pass, ohhh, thats dangerous, we... Brenda Williams is there. A good shot, but a better save. We must be quick, only speed can break this defence. Feathers going, and, no... this Geiger girl intercepted again. Thats nearly supernatural with this gal, she seems to sense beforehand where the ball will go. The league needs this superfraulein, no doubt about it. Too bad she isnt allowed to come over to us. But today I wish, she would be not so perfect as usual, for our Valerie, 11 goals in tournament, seems to be no match for her. Well, still young the girl. Midfield, good pressing, maybe an intercept, Duane and Feathers are ready to go, but no, German Midfield Walpurga Heisterkamp, she, a shot, its... oh no, its a goal. Germany in front, after an unbelievable long shot by Walpurga Heisterkamp caught goalie Williams by surprise...”

Jill cursed, and Bethany grunted disapprovingly. The dark haired lady of CIA lit another Lucky, her third into the game. Bethany said:
“Could use one too.”
“So early in the morning?”
“The situation calls for it.”
“I see, honey. Hows the little one?”
“Back in the garden, toddling about. Florence is looking after her.”
That drew a grunt. The semifinal of the world cup, USA against the damned Germans, Jill thought, and her daughter showed not the slightest interest. Really worriesome, but so it goes, the kids never play out as you have planned or strived for.
Bethany observed her companion as the game progressed. Jill followed the radio live report as if the worlds whole destiny was at stake. Well, Jill had been called “The Inflexible” in the hockey team back in school and later in college, when they first met.
She loved “The Inflexible” still as much as back then, when she watched her frustrate ambitious strikresses on the college hockey field. Beth was worried. Her companion was in a foul mood these weeks. It was the job, no doubt about it. Jill was convinced there would be a war, and that America was the worlds only hope to stop the fascistas. But America was doing nothing. The presidentress was doing nothing. After some token measures, the abduction affair seemed to be forgotten. The embargo against Germany was going to be lifted soon. Were they all blind? Bethany was sure Jill was right, but Jills dissatisfaction with things at work worried her more than politics. The job and the frustration ate her up. Too many cigarettes, too much red wine in the evening, bad temper. Not, that Jill showed it before the kids, but Beth had gotten her share from Jills outbursts.
She took a Lucky from Jills pack and lit it herself, as Jill was a few thousand miles away in Milano, Italy, where the game seesawed back and forth.
One thing was sure, it was a game to remember, hockey at its best.

“Into the second half, lets see, any changes? Oh, yes, I saw that coming. Valerie Feathers is out, experienced Tiffany Sabinsdottir from New York is in instead. Poor Valerie, but we made no point on her side, this Geiger seemed unbeatable. Okay, its 2 to 2, everything undecided, here we go again. What a game, squires and ladies at home, what a game. Can both teams go this fast till the end? Its said the Germans have the better stamina. Will this decide the match?
Duane again, back to Kimmel, a pass to Sabinsdottir, and. Well, theres Geiger again. Is there anything working against this long legged machine?”

After 90 minutes, it was 3 to 3 in a tight, unbelievable fast game. Jill and Beth were glued to the radio, like millions of people all over the states, and probably around the world. Florence had brought Little John into the room, only to leave with him immediately due to the thick cigarette smoke.
Jill said suddenly:
“I am thinking about leaving.”
Beth turned to her. Jill didnt look up from the radio, after a pause she said:
“Leaving CIA, going back to the university. I had a new run in with the presidentress last week.”
“And will you do it? You know my opinion: Leave as soon as possible, this job eats you up.”
Jill said nothing, a faint smile appeared on her face.
The game started again. Some minutes passed. Then Jill said:
“But honey, its not that easy. Remember, I am the Inflexible.”
USA lost the match 3 to 4 in overtime.


The Crooked Dragon, bar in Atlanta, July 25th, 1938, 21.52 hours

“Once again, a new round, this time on Brazil and strikress Sissi!”
Cheering all around. Beyonce grinned and ordered another round of drinks. The mood of the pack was naturally good. Originally planned to celebrate Maria Cipolettis admission into the Deltas, the ladies had another reason this evening to celebrate.
Sergeant Mohaney of Group B announced proudly:
“Next season, this Sissi will play for New York. Valerie Feathers can go back to kindergarten.”
Amy, crunching peanuts, intersected:
“NY wont get anywhere though. Theres still no way around Miami. And Valerie is young, it was an important experience for her. She will be the more dangerous coming season.”
“To bad this Geiger gal cant play over here.”
“We can do without a superfraulein.”
“Yeah, if they dare come over, we will bind and gag them to a fare-see-well like these SET girls in Chicago.”
That drew more laughter and cheers.
Maria Cipoletti growled:
“I wish I had been there. By the way, have I thanked you all for this thing? Were it not for you all, I would still sit in Bavaria, bathed in boredom.”
Amy opinioned:
“Dont fear, there will be more Germans in our path.”
Beyonce Tucker sighed:
“Oh, Amy, not again, not this time.”
Another Delta called out:
“Well, now there is another score to settle with the Superfrauen. They have kicked us out of world cup.”
“But Brazil avenged us. Here are the drinks.”
Amy leaned over to Maria:
“Here, put this cigarette back in the pack and go for some peanuts instead. You could have performed better in the long distance run, and, besides, you are so skinny.”
“You are like a mother, Amy. I am no child.”
“But you look like one.”
Maria looked slightly angered. Amy grinned and patted her on the shoulder.
“Welcome again to the deltas. Frankly said, I never saw a better shot in my life. I am glad you are with us, little lady.”

BRAZIL WINS FIELD HOCKEY WORLD CUP AGAINST GERMANY,
“In a very strong game, Brazil surprisingly beat the German team 7 to 5, strikress Sissi scoring four goals and snatching the goalgetter crown away from US Valerie Feathers. After the game, the German Fuehra and Reichschancelloress, Adolfina Hitler, sacked National coach Gundula Seehofer. Brazils team is trained by a German coach too, which, ironically, was chosen by the Hitler herself as a gift to the new fascist regime of Brazil last year.
German right defense Petra Geiger won the trophy as best playeress of the tournament.
In the game for third place, USA beat Italy 8 to 4, Valerie Feathers being injured in the 11th minute by a brutal attack not punished by the referee…
An offer of Miami Panthresses for German defense Geiger was officially turned down by the German ministress of Sports. Brasilian strikress Sissi on the other hand will join New York Snails next season.
Boxing. US heavy weight box championess Jane Louis will meet German world championess Gudrun Schmellert in September in Madison Square Garden. The Schmellert…”
CBS, Queens of Sports, July 25th, 1938, 23.00 hours

SUPERTIGHT INC. BREAKING THE EMBARGO AGAINST GERMANY,
Since 1935, US bondage gear producer SUPERTIGHT INC. has a large contract with the German Reich, delivering latexwear, ballgags, latex straitjackets, latex hoods, and so on by the millions. With the trade embargo in place because of the abduction affair, the deal came to an end. It has now been revealed by a reportress of the Boston Globe, that instead the tons of bondage gear are going to Italy, from where they are transported by rail to Germany, and that it is still Germany which pays for the items.
Latex wear and bondage are strictly forbidden in Fascist Germany for the citizens, the Germans use the materials on their female slaves instead, which conduct not only hard slave labour, but are also used in a secret procedure to gain electrical energy out of their sexual arousal. A spokeswoman of SUPERTIGHT INC. denies the charges. The government declined to comment. It is rumoured there will be a hearing in congress about the issue.
Boston Globe, July 29th, 1938, Page 2 ( on page 1 a full page report about a car racing accident in Indianapolis)

YOUNG VALERIE FEATHERS PACKAGE OF THE MONTH,
“Bestselling Bondage Magazine PACKAGED DELICACIES presents to us in its actual issue the young hockey star Valerie Feathers. The black sinned, long legged beauty, called the Black Gazelle in the league, is shown in light blue skin tight latex lingerie, tightly tied with much white rope and with different gags, among them a white latex over-the-mouth gag, a red ballgag, and a silver coloured tape wrap gag. In the accompanying interview the young sports star tells us that she is a big fan of both bondage and latex. She just wishes there would be more black girls in bondage movies and magazines. Seeing her so well packaged, we can only wholeheartedly agree…”
Los Angeles Times, page 5, 4th August, 1938