XXVI  – MOTHERLY CONCERNS

Mountbatten Manor, home of Eve Lois Mounbatten and family, The Midlands, United Queendom, December 12th, 1938, 19.24 hours
“Are the ropes to tight, my love?”
“Ahh… actually, James, the ropes are quite loose. I could wriggle out in a moment.”
“Ohh, that’s… ohh, sorry, wait a minute.”
“UFFF! UGGH! UFFF! UFF!”
“Better that way, dear?”
“OOOH, yes, that’s…uff, really tight.”
Lady knight Eve Lois Mountbatten was sitting in her silken green lingerie on a chair, tied up from shoulders to ankles with white silk rope. Her husband, James, smiled down on her and admired his ropework.
It had been his proposal to tie her up tonight. The pair had played bondage games after marrying back in the 1920s, but nowadays their sex life was quite boring, partly the fact – unknown to Eve Lois, that James was having an affair with Eves colleague, Lady General Berenike Montgomery.
Eve Lois only knew that there was nothing happening in the bedroom anymore. The more she had been surprised positively when her husband came up with the bondage idea.
He had done quite well, the ropes had been tight enough already, but Eve wanted them to be even tighter, being aroused by them pressing into her flesh.
She wriggled in mock protest, enjoying this very much.
“Do you want a gag, my dear?”
“Sure, what do you think, James? Take a pantie from my drawer for the mouth stuffing, and tape from the kitchen for a wrap.”
“As my mistress orders,” James smiled.
Coming back with the items, he said, grinning now:
“Please open wide, will you?”
“Go ahead, what are standing there and stare, you…UMMMPHH! MMMPPH!”
“So, now for the tape wrap. I got silver PVC tape, should go nicely to your green lingerie, my love.”
He started to wrap the shiny silver tape around Eve Lois lower face, drawing it tight after each loop. Eve mewed with gusto into her gag and struggled in the tight ropes.
Finished, James loosened Eves bun at the back of her head, and the british beauties hair fell down her roped back like a small glossy red waterfall.
“You look delicious that way, Eve Lois. KINK, the great British bondage mag, would pay us much money for some pictures.”
The pretty redhead giggled into her gag at that.
“Well, dear, you probably are looking forward to being fondled a bit. Sadly, I have urgent matters to attend to.”
Perplexed, Eve looked up to her husband standing before her.
“UMMPPH?”
“You surely remember forbidding me to attend meetings of the ANIMAL FIGHTERS. Tonight is such a meeting, followed by a demonstration against the cruel fox hunt in our country. We will march down to DOWNING STREET 10 to give a petition to the prime ministress. I have to hurry to catch the airship to London. You surely don’t mind if I take your Jaguar, I take it the keys are in the pocket of the white leather jacket you wore today. 
As you would surely have objected to my activity tonight, I took some precautions.”
“MMMPPH! NNNNGFGGMMSCH! MMMPPH!”
“Please calm down, will you, dear? I will be back in the morning. In case something happens, like an accident with the car, the airship going down in flames, or, much more likely, I being arrested by the police at the demonstration in London, you will be freed by the maids, arriving at 8 o clock in the morning. “
“GMMMPHH; MMMPPH!”
“Please, take it easy, relax and have some fun, I know how much you love to be tied up and gagged. Besides, stress and anger are bad for your youthful appearance. You can save some real money if you stay calm and friendly in every situation, as it will reduce the number of anti-aging treatments considerably. You paid 6.000 pounds for the last injection of the youth drug two years ago. It has its price to look like a twenty year old, dear. So, better relax. Well, I am on my way. Bye, my love.”
With that, he pressed a soft kiss onto Eves cheek – actually onto the PVC tape there – and left.
Aghast, Eve Lois stared after him. 
It proved to be a very long night. At least James had turned on the radio before leaving, but after some hours, after midnight, Eve Lois found out that the programme left much to be desired…  

CBS Building, New York, USA, December 14th, 1938, 22.26 hours

The political discussion forum on CBS Thursday nights was not the most heard show on the programme, as Jill Ryan knew very well, but she was glad it existed at all in a country where sports, pleasure and gossip dominated the media.
She had been urged by other Republicans, including a fellow professor at Boston University, to accept the invitation to the show. The subject had been the fascists rising, naturally the coup in Mexiko first on the agenda.
As usual, Jill had heated up, especially as this democrat cow who was congresswoman of Florida had called the Arranza regime as “harmless” and “may be good for the Mexican chicks”.
The fruitless discussion was over with the show, and Jill and others were now socialising afterwards, consuming drinks and the usual cigarettes. 
“Lady Ryan, I congratulate you to your principles. These are seldom found in politicians.”
“Uh, I am not exactly a politician. I regard myself as social scientist and teachress of history.”
“Its said you are on the rise in your party.”
“Ohh, I... well, I heard this before, the joke is, I do nothing towards this end, so these rumours are a constant mystery to me.”
“Normally in a politician I would see your shyness on the matter as pure tactics, but, I dont know why, I believe you.”
Jill smiled at General Lady Jennifer Eisenhower, commandress of 1st Division and part of the discussion now over. She had spoken about the security consequences of a fascist threat to the south – Mexico naturally.
The blonde general smiled back. Jill started to like this lady. 
“What do you think, can we deal with Silvershirts determined to avenge the loss of Texas?”
“As former gal of CIA on military matters you should know as well as I that at present we have no real army to speak of. Something needs to be done, and quick.”
Jill blew out smoke and sighed. 
“Can you see this, Lady General?”
“Hell, no, Lady Ryan. They HAVE started these behemoths called Montana-class, but Mexican fascists in our own backyard dont stir their waters enough to let them expand the army. Three divisions and Georgina Pattons cavalry is all between us and a new Alamo.”
“The Germans had a hand in the senoritas affairs.”
“CIA information?”
“No, I got no longer any clearance or sources there. Its just obvious. They accepted the new regime a bit to quickly. And it suits them just fine to have a fascist ally in Central America.”
“Danielle Crocket is shuddering in her grave. Remember the Zimmerwoman telegram from the Great war...”
“Well, Lady General...”
“The names Jennifer.”
“Okay, Jennifer – sometimes I doubt Lady Roosevelt knows there had been a Great War where we fought the Germans.”
“Oh no, she DOES remember. Its her argument never again to get us involved in something like that.”
“I take it not only your numbers but your equipment too is inadequate?”
“Please, leak this to the press if possible. YES, our numbers, equipment, training methods are inadequate, obsolete, very worriesome, lacking on all fields. A single infantry division of Superfrauen would suffice to conquer all of the States in a nick of time.”
“I am not fond of leaking, Jennifer. I leave that to the politicians.”
“You are one yourself, in the end.”
“Oh, goddess, why in hell does anyone think so?”


Home of the Ladies Cipoletti, Chicago, Illinois, December 21st, 1937, first day of the Winter festival (equivalent to our Christmas on matriarchalic earth)

“Youre so very skinny, Maria. You should smoke less and eat more. Here, let me help you to some more pasta.”
“Oh, thanks, Mum, I have got enough already.”
“But you, Signorina Wilder, you will take more, wont you?”
“Mmmhh.. oh, sure, its delicious!”
“Amy is always eating. Maybe you should accept her as your daughter instead.”
“Maria! How can you say that. You are and will ever be our little mouse. Are you sure you had enough? Then some fruit salad? No, wait with smoking until Signorina  Wilder is finished.”
“No problem, Mylady, Maria might as well poison herself again. Does it all the time.”
“Oh, no. She really smokes to much. I remember when my companion and I found out she smoked back when she was not even sixteen, can you imagine?”
“I feel the smacking still down there, Mum.”
“But it was obviously to no avail. You dont smoke, Signorina Wilder?”
“No, chocolate is my addiction.”
“Dont forget Pepperoni Pizza.”
“Uhh, this pasta is the best I have ever tasted.”
“Tasted is an understatement. You have annihilated it in no time.”
“At least your friend knows whats best for a young lady to be healthy, Maria.”
“Mum, I am healthy. If I had eaten everything you cooked in my live I would be as fat as Hella Goering.”
“Whos that? Ahhh, yes, this disgusting German politician. Saw her in the weekly show in cinema a few weeks ago. Oh no, you would never be so ugly, bambina.”
Amy grinned. The two ladies who had raised and in one case born Maria Cipoletti were so typical Italian mamas they could come out of a cartoon. Traditionally, Maria visited them on Winter festival, and on hearing Amy optioned to stay at the Delta barracks during festival time, she invited her to come along. To her mothers delight, as Amy naturally worked her way through the enormous menu with visible gusto.
Maria reached across the table for the ashtray, a cigarette already firmly between her lips. The sleeve of her blouse slid back and revealed dark red rope marks on her flesh. Amy knew what was up with that. Marias first mother saw the rope burns for the first time.
“Bambina, sweetheart, whats that! You are injured!”
“No, Mum, its only from some exercises.”
Marias second mother, a cop herself and in her younger years very adventurous, exclaimed:
“Maria, if I ever saw traces of someone being tightly bound, this is it. Does your work at the Deltas involve bondage games? SignorinaWilder?”
“Well, it IS part of the training to secure subjects and to get free from bonds. You see, we aim to take down subjects without bloodshed and alive, if possible.”
Maria lit her cigarette and cast a quick glance to Amy.
Mother Number One was clearly concerned.
“Your training is so hard, you get even tied up. It must have been pretty cruel if it still shows on your flesh. If you would eat more and regularly, you would develop more flesh on the bones, so it wont hurt so much. Perhaps a second portion pasta would be in order after all...”
“Oh, Mum...”


SET Headquarters, Castle Wolfenstein, Thueringen, Germany, January 3rd, 1939, 11.02 hours

“Ah, good to see you back, Ophelia.”
“Thank you, Reichsfuehra.”
“Well tanned, I see. Well, Mexico must be pleasant even in winter. I am sure you had some worshipping to the goddess of pleasure in between your work.”
“Indeed, Reichsfuehra. Hotblooded maidens, these Mexicans.”
“The goddess of pleasure and lust is certainly very proud of you. This Arranza gal – as delicious in the sheets as her looks promise?”
“Better than that. The fires of the goddess of steel are cold and miserable in comparison.”
“I really envy you for your missions, Ophelia. I am tied to this desk, so to speak, delegating people to tasks, working on behalf of Fuehra and Reich. But everyone at her place, what?”
Himmler watched as Skorzeny lit a cigarette in her typical cool way. A moviestar couldnt do any better. The SET didnt even ask permission, but Himmler always overlooked Ophelias excentriceties – she was the best bird of prey in SETs inventory, and knew it.
“Speaking of the goddess of pleasure, Reichsfuehra, I heard about the Black Shine in Hamburg. Is it any good? I dont know if to trust the articles I read in magazines on the airship from Mexico-City.”
“Its even better than that. Very modern, very stylish, the perfect place for worshipping the godess of lust, pleasure and dance. I celebrated New Years eve there. A night to remember. You should drop by in your holiday.”
“I dont think I need one. A holiday, I mean. I am feeling a bit guilty about the last mission. The silvershirts were fun in the sheets, the weather was very pleasant, the cocktails delicious. And the work... well, you know I took a certain liking to this business long ago. I felt like on holiday all the time.”
“So you want to go out hunting again?”
“If theres something afoot, Reichsfuehra?”
“Well, we are very busy here. Several urgent tasks. Uhh.. look, I am very satisfied with your work and its results. Furthermore, the Fuehra is very satisfied. You may choose your next assignment for yourself.”
“Splendid. Options?”
“First, theres Poland, we are stirring Ukrainian dissidence and unrest in south eastern Poland. There are students in Lemberg (Lwow) needing some help in getting into the action.”
“Teaching Ukrainian children how to tie knots sounds not very entertaining. And eastern Poland is a bit remote, to say the least.”
“Then there is TORTENDIENST (cake service, Torte in German is a slang word for pretty girl), a renewed SCHMETTERLINGSFAENGER, this time working through a criminal network of white slavers, not easily traceable back to the Reich. There are still people whose  brains and expertise are needed by the Reich.”
“I take it I wont do any actual missions there, just planning and supervising.”
“Correct. No, dont say it... you need something more spicy than that.”
“If possible...”
“Hmmm. Oh, what about that? A trip to Japan, our friends there are eager to show us their outfit of special fightresses, called Ninjas. Ever heard the term? Were you not even over there in Asia in your youth?”
“You know my biography, Reichsfuehra. I am sure my file is well maintained.”
“You got me there, sorry. So, how does it grab you? You might even visit some old friends. Or was it enemies?”
For a short moment, Ophelias striking features darkened. Then she adopted her usual arrogant mask again. 
“Japan sounds pleasant and spicy in one. When do I leave?”
“Tomorrow, if you like.”
“Exact mission?”
“Establish contact with their outfit. Establish SET as a reliable partner in their centre of power. These Ninjas are their empress own babies. We cant trust the aristocratic chipmunks from the Foreign Ministry. Officially, you just evaluate the quality of their special forces. My aide will give you exact details.”
Ophelia nodded, rose and saluted crisply. Himmler smiled up at her and added:
“Good journey, OBERST* Skorzeny.”

** Oberst =  full Colonel.


SET training camp X – 3 , Trier, Southwestern Germany,  January 6th, 1939, 16.38 hours

“Hello, I am Anke. Anke Stein from Hamburg. Nice bosom you have there, sister.”
Beate Brunner was a bit taken aback by the other frauleins directness. Anke Stein was a pretty young German lady, looking very fit. Didnt they say in Northern Germany the people were a bit colder than elsewhere? This gal was clearly an exception. Had a ready smile too.
“Hello. Brunner, Beate Brunner from Stuttgart. Looks like we share a cabin.”
“Yes. SET are learning their business in pairs. We better get along fast. Are you engaged?”
“Uh, if you run and shoot this fast too, you will master boot camp real quick.”
“I am for cleared fronts. Wouldnt mind to worship with you, so, ARE you engaged?”
“Not exactly. Even if I were, jealousy is a typical borgouise reaction of old. The Superfrau is above that.”
“Well said, Beate. You wont regret it, I knew a few good tricks in this sport.”
“You make me curious. But I am afraid, training would leave us exhausted in the evening. Hardly enough energy to worship the goddess of lust and pleasure.”
“Dont you know? We are encouraged to worship in the nights. A real Superfrau can handle both training and the sheets at night. We are SET, or at least we want to become SET, so we are the best among our race, arent we?”
“I see the logic.”
“What have you done before? I am a paratrooper from Luftwaffe.”
“I have heard of this new outfit. I... arrh, was an airpolicewoman  with Lufthansa.”
“Dangerous job. Remember the STOLZ von BRESLAU.”
“Uhh, to be honest, I was on board of this flight. The terrorists overwhelmed me and my partner easily. A very shaming experience back then. On volunteering for SET I feared it would get me rejected. To be rescued by Americanas... a real shame. I am determined to wash this of my shield.”
“Sounds like a good motivation, restoring your honour. I am sure you will be among the best of us.”
“What about looking around a bit? Training starts only tomorrow.”
“Sounds good. I am a bit astonished by the lax discipline here. At 1st Fallschirmjager it was quite different.”
“SET is special, in more than one way...”


A loft, Chicago, Illinois, January 8th, 1939, 23.51 hours

“This is the most silly idea I ever heard. You better stay at drawing cartoons for your cells leaflets. What do you think the GUYS will gain by that?”
The young, very attractive squire in his fine cut suit was really getting agitated. He addressed a short, diminuitive man sitting in a big leather cushion on the ground. The other males in the background were quiet. For a meeting of males, quite much cigarette smoke filled the air, and Jane Beam and other hard stuff was present too.
“So, what do you propose Jonathan? Leaflets and sit ins take us nowhere. We must make a stand. My plan will illuminate the scene, it will show our determination, and...”
“Nonsense, these are silly games. Its what WE back in New York are planning what will change America and give males the place they deserve.”
“And what, if I may inquire, dear Jonathan, IS this grand plan?”
“You and your cell dont need to know. Security is paramount. Your idiotic idea will only ruin everything. We are no ridiculous pleasure boys, we are fighters for male dominance.”
“I would gladly settle for equality.”
“Equality! Ha! Then you are wrong being among us. Dominance is it. Males should rule supreme over the sluts, and...”
“Jonathan, Jonathan, all this hatred of women in you. You know what Doctor Sieglinde Freud says...”
“Dont dare to cite a FEMALE so called scientist. This psycho nonsense is another thing they invented to keep us weak. Dont give me this shit!”
“Please, where are your manners?”
“I really hate the way you adopt this polite, shy behaviour they like in their “squires”. Maybe you are a traitor in our midst? GUYS! What do you say? Do we need one as HE in our movement?”
“His idea sounds good.” – “Yeah, would be fun.” – “Dont know, New York is far, you can babble as much as you like.” – “Yo, man, at least Richard has a real plan.”
“I see. You have your rabbits well in line. So, lets get that straight. The GUYS dont allow your cells plan to be carried out. Your insubordination will be discussed at headquarters. And I wont speak on your behalf, be sure of that.”
Jonathan stormed out of the room, a door slammed.
Richard yawned and squirmed on his cushion. 
“How dramatic. Should have become an actor. Well, boys, now its up to us. I dont care what they say in NY, we are as much part of the movement as they. I propose to carry out the mission. Lets vote.”
He raised his well manicured hand. Without delay, the hands of the other young males rose too.
“Then its decided. Friday is the day.”