PARACHRONIC INVASION

By Gumala 2014

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Captain Louise Wilson, commanding officer of HMS PRINCESS, entered the bridge of the frigate. Naomi Bruce, her First Officer, turned to her:
“Mam, there is a storm brewing west, approaching rapidly.”
“Well, the ship should be able to stand it, don’t you think?”
“Sure, Mam, but perhaps we should alert the crew.”
“Agreed. Do so.”
Louise turned to the German liason officer on board for this routine patrol mission in the North Atlantic, one Gundula Spacken, a pretty brunette with dark eyes.
“Miss Spacken, I hope this cruise is not too boring for you.”
“Oh well, not at all. Its always a pleasure to observe professional work.”
The German was pleasant enough, but somehow Louise had a strange feeling about her. Was there a hint of arrogance in her smile? Louise shrugged it off.
“Lets see details on this storm, Miss Bruce.”
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David looked down on the Siberian forest under the helicopter, a Russian Mi-17 HIP. It felt strange to be in such a machine, the cooperation with the Russians somehow eerie.
He didn’t really know what this was all about, but here he was, accompanying a female British scientist named Jennifer Conolly on this trip through the Siberian wilderness. It had to be both important as well as dangerous, as a Russian Spetznaz team, fully armed, was on board of the helicopter too.
Jennifer Conolly, a voluptuous blonde in a typical labcoat, surveyed her instruments, seemingly agitated. Beside David, Major Natascha Grusarova of Russian Spetznaz, a tall beauty with the dark hair in a long plait, watched the British scientist suspiciously.
David gathered she knew just as much about this as he, which was bordering zero.  
Suddenly, Jennifer exclaimed:
“There it is, a very strong signal. Yes, that’s it. It must be around here.”
David was about to ask what “it” was, when suddenly the helicopter jerked to the right, and something exploded to their left. The chopper was hit, a fragments ripped through the hull, killing two Spetznaz instantly.
Before anyone could come to their senses, the HIP wheeled to the ground and hit hard. David had survived the crash nearly unharmed, and looked out for Dr.Connolly, who had a big bruise at her her brow, but seemed otherwise okay.
Major Grusarova urged all survivors to left the wreckage before the fuel tanks would explode. The pilot and several Spetznaz where dead, the instruments of Dr.Connolly destroyed.
David, Jennifer, Natascha and the two surviving Spetznaz left the burning machine as quickly as possible and managed to bring some distance between themselves and the HP, before it exploded.
Panting heavily, the five stood among the burly trees of the forest, trying to come to terms with the sudden crash.
David growled:
“Would anyone care to enlighten me what this is all about? This was an anti-air missile. Who around here would shoot at a Russian army helicopter?”
Jennifer started to explain:
“There are strangers out here, possibly Aliens. I was here to catch the signal of their portal, a machine to make a gate in space from one place to another. WE are working on that ourselves, and…”
The sound of several approaching choppers cut her short. Natascha said in accented English:
“Here they come, your Aliens.”
David proposed:
“We better get the hell away from here.”
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The storm in the North Atlantic had finally subsided, and there had been no real damage to the British frigate. But there were other problems. No radio contact had been established, and on radar there were neither ships nor planes visible. It seemed like HMS PRINCESS and her all female crew were all alone in the world.
While Louise and her bridge crew pondered this strange situation, Gundula Spacken suggested using a special radio frequency of the German navy, and to everyones surprise, contact was established there. Gundula spoke quickly in German with the girl on the other side, but afterwards she refused to explain the strange situation, saying only that a helicopter was underway to the PRINCESS, onboard a scientist who would explain matters.
Louise was alarmed, to say the least. This was all very strange. As the helicopter,  a machine of unknown type in Navy blue with the black cross on the sides approached and landed on the platform of the frigate, Naomi Bruce was the first to spot the swastika on its tail.
“What is this?” she exclaimed perplexed.
Gundula Spacken showed a thin smile.
The door of the helicopter opened, and black clad female Special forces streamed out, aiming their automatic weapons on the crew.
Gundula said coldly:
“Welcome to the Third Reich, maidens. You are now all prisoners of the Wehrmacht.”
“This must be a mad dream…” Louise managed to say, not believing happenings.
Quicky, the Feminazis took over the ship. The whole crew, including the officers was herded to a large storage room. The Nazi women brought big rucksacks, which were opened and revealed numerous coils of brown hemp rope and rolls of black tape.
Gundula Spacken was in charge, clearly enjoying the situation.
“So, girls, you will now all be tied up tightly. Lets start with the captain. Miss Wilson, if you please?”
“You cant be serious. This is all madness. Hijacking a Royal Navy frigate is a terrorist action which will be dealt with harshly. You…”
“What a pleasure it will be to shut you up.”
Two Nazis sized Louise, and Gundula forced a foam pad into the captains mouth, silencing her effectively.
“MMPPH! UMMPPH!”
“So, now that strip of tape to keep your packing in, yes, that’s it.”
Louise stared at her, gagged tightly. Gundula herself tied the brunette captain up, hand behind the back, ropes around arms and torso, and finally her legs in the nylons.
Louise struggled impotently.
“You look deliciously thusly packaged. I think I will make you my personal slave, Miss Wilson.”
“GGMMPHH! MMPPHH!”
Naomi Bruce was next, followed by the whole crew. This took quite some time, but the Feminazis seemed to have great fun with it. While working on their pretty captives, they fondled and squeezed the girls breasts and touched their sexes under the short skirts.
There was quite some mewing from the helpless girls, as well as futile struggling. The Feminazis laughed.
Finally, over 180 Navy girls had been turned into helpless bundles. Outside, another chopper had arrived, bringing a German navy crew to take control of the ship.
The German captain, a tall blonde, met with Gundula Spacken, looking down on Louise and Naomi.
“Nice packages. I especially like this one her with the shorter hair. Maybe we can have some fun with these two tonight in the captains quarters, Sturmbannführa.”
“That would be nice, Captain, “ Gundula Spacken said and showed again her thin smile.
Louise and Naomi changed a look of terror, struggling helplessly on the ground.

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The two “Aliens” were human women in black uniforms, complete with deathheads at the caps, and armed with submachine – guns. They looked strongly like Feminazis to David, and that was as crazy as green marsmen would have been so that was just as well.
There were several such pairs out there, searching for the survivors of the crash.
These two here were a blonde ad a brunette, the hair in ponytail and plait respectively. Their well made up faces seemed odd, likewise their knee-high polished boots and long gloves. Well, diferent world, different customs, David thought.
He now was in position. David rose behind the two and took them down with two fast, vicous strokes against their heads. They went down without a sound. The others quickly appeared and removed weapons and headsets of the two. They were armed with handguns and big knives too.
After they were weaponless and their com sets removed, they tied them up strictly – the Spetznaz had rope aplenty in their rucksacks. Natascha took to gagging them with their own black scarves, and she wound tape around their lower faces to seal the packings in.
Soon the two Feminazis were nice helpless packages. David examined the weapons – very good material obviously.
They carried the two helpless bundles into the bushes and left Jennifer with them to guard them before continuing the hunt.
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It could not be denied that something was gravely wrong, Sabine Mauerwald, Hauptfrau (Captain of German Sondereinsatztruppen (SET, Special Mission Forces) thought wryly while helping herself to another filter cigarette. Sucking on the blonde filter, she tried to come to terms with the fact that all her search pairs vanished one after the other and communication had been broken.
She didn’t want to admit defeat, so she hadn’t contacted headquarters yet. She was at the crash site of the Russian helicopter, where her own three choppers had landed. Only two SET maidens and the three heli pilots were with her, and the three pilots were bored, chatted and smoked too, while the two SET were reasonably alert, but producing cigarettes and mouthing them now too.
Sabine was a classical German maiden, with waistlong blonde hair mane, now tied into a big plait falling down her back. She wore the black uniform of SET with grace, including high boots and long gloves, and she was determined to make this incident a success mission.
It was so near to the starting date of the big invasion of this filthy earth that they didn’t need that new problem. They must find the choppers crew as soon as possible. Good that the radio of the MI-17 had been destroyed in the crash!
22 maidens were out in the woods and all had vanished! That was unbelievable! Not a single shot fired! Could they be taken out and silenced so easily? Who was the damned enemy out there?
This world was so disgusting, all these jews and blacks and filthy democracies, and to boot everything ruled by MALES! She shuddered in disgust and hate! They would clean this place in a nice world war, a great training site for Feminist Wehrmacht.
She lit up her cigarette, and in this moment, four people, three of the males, entered the clearing, weapons at the ready. She stared perplexed. Her two SET, lighting up their smokes too, had been equally taken by surprise. She stared into the muzzle of the guns and took a deep drag of her smoke raising her hands. Damn it, they had been taken like teenagers in a hitleryouth game!
A big guy with blonde hair in a british uniform addressed them all:
“All of you, keep quiet. Gag yourself with your scarves, will you. Hurry! No smoking now!”
All six Feminazis had no chance but to obey. Sabine, fuming with rage took a quick last drag of her cigarette and dropped it then to the grass. She unwound her scarf, folded it, and put it in her mouth. It aroused her to be gagged, that was quite natural. Did the bastards now that? From what she knew, no one on this world knew anything about their own world, so they couldn’t know the big role bondage played there. Or could they? Doubts creeped up in Sabine.
All six maidens had now gagged themselves. Roles of white tape were thrown across, and they had to secure the packings with tape wound around their lower faces.
As she applied the tape, Sabine made heavily:
“Ummummph! MMMMPHH!” just like the other girls, which seemed to amuse the enemies.
But Sabine couldn’t help because she was so hotted by the strict gagging she applied herself.
When all had finished with the tape, the three warriors were ordered to tie up with numerous ropes the three pilots. This was done quickly and efficiently. After that, the british guy and the two Spetznaz approached Sabine and her two SET to bind them too. Quickly the Hauptfrau made a hand sign to her maidens to make a sudden attack in the moment of contact. She herself immediately assaulted the british brute. How perplexed she was as her assault was easily thwarted and she wrestled down.
“UMMMPPH! HHMMPPFF! MMMUMMUMMPPHH!” she made with big eyes looking up at the very strong and agile male. Never had she encountered a male with such power. The attack of her two warriors was likewise defeated easily.
As the three tried to come to terms with their defeat, struggling uselessly, they were all three quickly and strictly bound with rope, hands at the back, elbows together, rope around the body, legs free.
Sabine couldnt believe happenings. How easily she had been defeated. She was shaken and very much aroused. With big, soft wide and moist blue eyes she looked at her mighty captor.
“UMMPPH! MMPPH! GMMPPSCH!”
“Whatever you say, Nazi sweetheart. So, that was easy. Lets bring them over to the other prisoners. Must be 28 now. Quite a catch.”
Natascha said eagerly:
“They have surely radios in the choppers.”
“Yeah, but set to their secure frequencies. We wont get out to your folks that way.”
“Damnit, you are right.”
“So we leave the choppers. Lets guide our pretty captives away.”
“Okay, David.”
Sabine and the five others were leashed with ropes around their necks and led away. Still totally perplexed and screaming in her gag, Sabine stumbled along with the others.

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The male screamed in pain. Consuela Munoz smiled to Agathe Schröder, her partner in the interrogation.
“I told you, Agathe, this needle technique is very good.”
“I see, Consuela.”
Consuela threw back her long glossy black hair in a waistlong ponytail and giggled, using more needles on the helpess prisoner, a russian parachronics-scientist. Well, the best and ONLY Russian parachronics-scientist of this remote earth.
He didn’t know anything worthwhile, but the Spanish Fascist lady and her partner, the German Nazi Agathe, the interrogation- officers of the station, were very bored.  There had been an alarm, and it was hoped that new prisoners would be brought in shortly, but it seemed to take a while, and so the two professional torturers passed time by “working” on this fellow here.
Consuela was part of the Axis program, lent as an auxiliary to the mighty German Reich, like others.
Agathe produced cigarettes, the universal vice – apart from bondage games – on the Nazi Earth, mouthed a stick and offered the pack to Consuela who mouthed one herself.
Consuela mumbled:
“A light quick, this brute can wait, lets have a hot smoke!”
Agathe lit Consuelas and her own smoke and mumbled:
“I am looking forward to the new prisoners. That will be fun!”
“Uuuhh, yeah!”

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Sabine looked wide eyed at her 22 already helplessly packaged maidens in the bushes, all strictly tied up and throroughly tape gagged. That was a sight to see! Her whole outfit packaged to a fare- see-well.
She groaned into her gag and sank on her kness, overwhelmed by the sight. She and the five others had now their legs tied too.
The British guy named David said:
“Time for an interrogation. We take the officer, right?”
The scientist in the lab coat who had guarded the prisoners said:
“But will she talk?”
Natascha offered:
“She will,” stroking a broad belt in her hand. Sabine eyed it apprehensively. They wouldn’t dare to beat a German officer, or would they?
SPANG! SPANG!
“UMMPPH! MMPPH! UMMUMMPPFF! GUMMPPH NNMMSCH!“
They would. Lashed, with tears in her eyes, Sabine, no longer hard and coll, but soft and weak, screamed in her gag and looked up at Natascha with fear. 3 more times was she lashed, how it hurt! She shook her head, continued to scream in the gag.
“Will you speak?”, asked the Russin woman menacingly.
Sabine nodded frantically.
“UMMPPH! MMMPPH! JJMMSCH!”
“That’s a yes”, said David flatly and started to cut the gagging tape from the blondes face.
Finally ungagged, Sabine screamed:
“Please, don’t lash me, I will tell you everything. Everything!”
“Fine, what about a smoke? You were interrupted,” said Natascha and shove a filter cigarette between the German womans soft lips.
“Ummpph, yes, yes, thank you mistress!” Sabine mumbled.
“You will receive a light after you told us everything, okay?”
“Oh, no, please, give me a light now! OHH; AHH!”
She had been lashed again and lost the cig, but Natascha collected it from the ground and gave it her back at the lips.
“I mean, yes, as master and mistress wish! Please!” she mumbled full of terror.
“Where do you all come from?”
“From a parallel earth far from here in the Quantenversum. Its ruled by our mighty Reich and ruled for thousands of years by women. We are out to conquer other parallels. Given your relatively high technical and military standard, we choose your world as a training ground for our Wehrmacht. It will be a full blown invasions of 6 Million German Amazon warriors with tens of thousands of battle tanks, combat helicopters and jet planes. And our mighty Kriegsmarine will conduct a naval war, a great operation to close the Atlantic for shipping. We have hundreds of nuclear power hunter submarines ready for the task, already prowling your oceans undetected. You have no chance. The operation will start at midnight. Your earth is doomed, you better surrender!”
David and the Russian woman changed a look. Both straightened up.
“We will fight. It seems easy to defeat sluts like you.”
“I agree Natascha. I take it this is an entry-point for your Army, but not the only one?”
Sabine hastened to answer, still afraid:
“Yes, Master. There are several in remote areas of the earth s well as in big cities.”
“In big cities too?”
“Yes, our SET will fight there to immediately take over some capitals. SET are Special Mission forces.”
“Is Moscow a target?” asked Natascha.
“Yes, Moscow is a target, as well as Washington D.C and Beijing. The Japanese Empire, our Allies on our world, will attack  China, while we attack Russia and USA.”
David opinioned:
“Once this thing starts, why not nuke these entry points?”
“This wont work, master. We have a special weapon, a shield around your earth. On your earth, nuclear chain reactions, at least uncontrolled ones as in nukes, wont work anymore. It will be a nice conventional war, hahaha!”
Natascha growled:
“Beter don’t laugh, Nazi, or I lash you a bit more!”
“Oh, please, no!”
David said:
“We could at least destroy this entry point here. We must enter their base here. Slut, how many of you are still in the base?”
“16 SET plus Leutnant Bach commanding them. About 30 other personnel. You wont be able to reach the base on foot, there are cameras observing everything and the woods have been cleared around the site.”
Natascha said:
“I can fly one of their helicopters into base. Our slut here will tell them over radio everything is okay. Otherwise I lash her into oblivion. What do you say slut?”
“Please don’t lash me again, Mistress! I will cooperate.”
Sabine was really very much afraid of the lash, and overhelmed by her slave sensations dwelling up mightily in her.
She looked over all her bound and gagged maidens, and suddenly she had a vision of a whole mighty FemiNazi army, all thousands of maidens bound, gagged, and at this Earthlings feet. She nearly had an orgasm over the fantasy.
David gave her a light, and eagerly she sucked on the filter of her cigarette.
The British guy said:
“Okay, Natascha, best we interrogate one of the pilots how such a bird is flown.”
“Yep…”

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Louise and Naomi were in the captains quarters of the frigate on the quite luxurious bed, still helplessly bound on arms and torso, but their legs had been freed. They were still gagged, but Gundula Spacken and the leadress of the new German ships crew, a Nazi Kapitän zur See (captain as a rank), were removing their skirts, nylons and slips, much to their dismay.
Gundula and the blonde other woman wore black and red latex outfits, very kinky, and after making their midst and legs nude, Loiuse and Naomi were caressed by the two where it mattered.
The struggled and mewed in the gags over the unwanted attention, but to no avail.
“This struggle very good, Frau Kapitän.”
“Please call me Dora, Gundula, will you?”
“Very well, Dora. Time to caress these two a bit more. Maybe we should give their breasts some attention too.”
“Yes, that’s a good idea, Gundula.”
Meanwhile, Louise had managed to loosen the ropes binding her wrists, and her struggles weren’t pointless at all. Finally, she struggled a last time and her ropes around the torso were loose too.
Gundula looked up from Louises sex just when the captains fist hit her brow. The Nazi slut went out cold.
Perplexed, Kaptän Dora stared over at Louise and Gundula:
“How in hell did you?”
Naomi took the opportunity to kick Dora with one of her free legs into the stomach.
“UGGH! OUCH!”
Dora fell back wards from the bed. Louise was immediately up and with a two fist strike, hit the blonde in the face, so she was out too. A few minutes later, both Louise and Naomi were free of ropes and gags, and were now in turn binding and gagging Gundula and Dora as throroughly as possible.
When finished, the two Feminazis woke up, struggling and mewing uselessly in their tight gags.
“Whats next?”
“Lets tie them back to back so they cant get anywhere.”
“Good idea, Mam,” Naomi agreed.
So, Gundula and Dora were made into a nice double package.
Louise and Naomi then donnend slips, nylons and skirts, took the enemies handguns and some more ropes and gag material, and left the quarters, determined to take back their ship…

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Leutnant Petra Bach, a brunette with a bob, observed the incoming chopper with Hauptfrau Sabine Mauerwald and the prisoners.
The Hauptfrau had radiod in and reported she would come with five prisoners, while one guy was still on the run, hunted down by her maidens.
Petra checked her wrist watch. 20.07 hours local time. The great invasion would start in about 4 hours. The dozen scientists here on station were already all busy preparing the parachronic portal.
Their crew couldn’t have been bigger, as before the portal was in use, it had been too difficult to send in more women and material.
The German Leutnant headed outside to the landing site for the choppers, where the six maidens of the ground crew waited.
Petra took a cigarette out of her pack and mouthed it while waiting. Maybe the Hauptfrau wanted a smoke too when here, so she waited with lighting up, just played a bit with the filter at her ample lips. Petra was quite a beauty, with full lips, big brown eyes in a slender face and a body to die for.
The helicopter, a Focke-Wulf 325 Valkyrie III, a deadly combat machine with some cargo room, came down near her and the side door opened.
Hauptfrau Sabine stumbled out and came down on her knees directly before Petra. Perplexed and aghast Petra saw that Sabine was strictly bound with ropes and heavily gagged with tape. She looked behind her and looked into the muzzles of several guns.
“What..?”
Ten minutes later, Petra and Sabine entered the station, marching side by side. Pretty Petra was now likewise strictly tied up and thoroughly gagged, an changed wideeyed glance with Sabine. She screamed into her gag just like Sabine, and like she, was spurred on by the occasional vicious lash.
Petra couldn’t believe happenings while she stumbled forward, completely helpless. Naturally, the six ground crew maidens had been bound and gagged too. The intruders marched with them through the station, surprising the scientists and other personnel in the various rooms, and they were all tightly tied and strictly gagged.
Soon nearly the whole station and all Feminazis there had been turned into helpless packages. This british Scientist Jennifer Conolly already had the parachronic machines stopped, so there would be no invasion – at least at this point here in Siberia.
Petra and Sabine exchanged more perplexed, wide eyed glances, as the attackers led them into the interrogation chamber…

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It had been not so difficult to retake the PRINCESS from the FEminazis as Louise had feared. They had overpowered the sentries in the compartment were the crew was held and then, with the great number of crewmembers free, it was easy to overpower the German amazons. These, about 40 in all, were now on the floor in the same compartment, all bound and gagged, and the bridge was Louises and her staff again. But there was a new problem on the horizon, virtually. A Nazi destroyer, a big and dangerous looking vessel, was approaching fast from the North West, and it had two combat helicopter up who circled the PRINCESS.
They were naturally in weapon range of each other.
Nevertheless, Louise ordered to reverse course to keep the distance. The radar plot showed more probably Nazi ships approaching fast, coming from a big base at the coast of Florida – if this was Florida at all. From this base, jet planes were approaching too.
This didn’t look good, and Louise steeled herself for a deadly endgame, as a new storm grew up to the south.
Maybe…
“Helmswoman, set new course 180, directly into this beast. Maybe we are lucky and can vanish from here just as we came.”
“Mam, the Feminazis call us on radio…”
“On the speakers!”

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Conuela and Agathe looked up totally surprised from their helplees victim as Petra and Sabine stumbled in, followed by the intruders.
“What is the meaning of this outrage!” Consuela exclaimed, not grasping the situation.
Natascha cried out:
“Professor Nastrorov! What have these bitches done to you! WE must free him and take these ghastly needles away! Oh Professor, you poor thing!”
“I demand an explanation!” said Consuela irritably.
David bent over to Sabine and Petra and offered:
“She seems to compensate her cruelty with a certain lack of brains.”
The joke was lost on Petra and Sabine, who just made:
“UMMPHH! MMMPPH! GGMMSCH!”
“No, wait, what are you doing! No… ummmpph! MMMPPH!”
Consuela and Agathe were brutally gagged by the two Russian Spetznaz, who then tied them strictly.
Soon they squirmed helplessly alongside Sabine and Petra. Especially Consuela was very agitated.
David said:
“These two are intelligence officers. They will know much. Now lets finish the job with the SET sentries outside. You want to take care of the Professor, Natascha?”
“Yes, definitely. I will bring him over to the hospital they have here. We already packaged the doctor and the two nurses there. Okay. You better take these four sluts with you. Jennifer will help you. Igor, Pjotr and I will take care of the sentries.”
“Okay. Lets finish this damned thing.”
“Well, I think it has just started. WE have a world war against a whole planet, or even several planets of crazy Feminazis on our hands.”
“Yes David, but we have shown how we can beat them, no?”
“Damn right, Natascha.”
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“You stand no chance against an entire fleet. We can just as easily blow you and your tiny frigate out of the water.”
These were the words of the captain of this damned destroyer following them, and Louise didn’t care to hear them.
“Hey, Nazi-slut! (No need to be polite) We have this spacken-bitch in our hands. If you care for her life, you better don’t shoot.”
There was silence on the other side, so this had been a hit, at last. So, the damned Gundula WAS important.
“Bring the Spacken bitch to the bridge. And Ensign, tighten her bonds and gag before bringing her over.”
“Yes, Mam, with pleasure, Mam!”
Time passed, the very agitated, struggling and mewing Spacken was brought to the bridge and knelt beside Louise, and time passed without the Germans shooting. The HMS PRINCESS entered the storm proper, and the two German helis landed on the destroyer before the ship followed them into the uproar.
If the storm would only bring them back again. But couldn’t it bring this entire fleet over there, more than 100 Nazi warshps, among them aircraft carriers and cruisers, over to their earth too? This was the start of an invasion, Louise was sure.
Hope springs eternal, she thought…

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Kozumi Watanabe was the Japanese liaison officer to the Siberian portal base, a special forces chick to boot, a real Ninja.  She was out in the woods for a nightly run, and just returned to one of the checkpoints of the areal. Her waist long black hair was in a high tower above her head, she wore a light blue spandex jogging suit and the usual high heeled high black boots. It was custom to even run and fight in those boots on her NAZI earth, so she thought little of it and was an expert in doing so with these boots on.
Tonight was the great night of the invasion. Kozumi was a bit angry that she had this boring, uneventful job with the foreign devils, the great rival on NAZI earth, the damned Germans. She would have preferred to accompany her sisters in the assault on Beijing or other places in China here. But it was not to be.
The two SET sentries smiled at her and greeted her. She, her face covered with sweat, bowed deeply before them. The SET produced cigarettes and one offered Kozumi her pack. She took a filtered stick and mouthed it.
“MMh, a light”, she mumbled greedily.
At this moment three males in uniform appeared and Kozumi and the two SET stared into the muzzles of three guns.
“You better don’t resist, else blood will be shed. You have no chance,” David said coldly.
Kozumi kept calm as they were ordered to gag themselves with their scarves.
The two SET obeyed, replacing the cigarettes between their lips with gag packings. But Kozumi instead viciously attacked the British male. She was quick, and her kick sent the males gun into the bushes. She let another kick to his chest follow, aimed to kill him instantly.
To her surprise and alarm he just grunted and attacked her in turn. With horrifying ease he grabbed her and wrestled her down. Kozumi couldn’t believe happenings as she struggled impotently in his mighty grip and had herself gagged with her scarf.
“UMMPH! MMPPH! UMMMUMMUPPHH!”
She screamed perplexed into the gag packing, as the guy applied tape to her face to keep the scarf in her oral orifice, meanwhile holding her down with his hard body.
Kozumi the deadly Ninja was overpowered with ease and quickly bound, the wrists, the torso, her arms bound to her ample bosom.
Soon she was completely helpless, kneeling in the mud. The two SET had likewise been trussed up like turkeys and their gags completed.
“These were the last ones” David announced, giving Kozumi a soft kick which sent her to the ground.
“UMMPH ! GGGUMMSCH!”
She stared wild eyed back up at him.
“An easy catch, don’t you agree, NAZI slut?”
“MMPPH! UMMPHH!”
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The storm was as heavy as the one before, and it raged on for hours. Louise and the bridge crew had an unpleasant meal on station. She decided to keep Gundula gagged. The slut surely lusted more for one of her disgusting cigarettes than a meal, but that couldn’t be helped. A bit revenge was surely in order.
The bitch still struggled and mewed into her gag. That was music in Louises and everyone elses ears and eyes.
Would the storm bring them back? And would it bring to their own world this big NAZI fleet too?
Only time would tell…

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Ulla von Manstein eyed her underlings with big anger and screamed:
“What does that mean, the portal is offline? I have 40 divisions ready to cross into THEIR Siberia to raise hell on this slawic male UNTERMENSCHEN, and now that.”
The chief scientist offered meekly:
“It is no technical problem. Someone just killed the switch of the machine.”
“Treason?”
“Or the base has been taken by the enemy. That is possible.”
That was Gestapo-Oberst (Colonel of NAZI secret police) Götze.
Brunette von Manstein turned angrily to the redhaired Götze:
“Are you serious? What about the other portals?”
“All report the invasion has begun without problems. In Washington D.C. and Beijing our SET have first contact with police and security forces. Resistance is light and uncoordinated.”
“So Siberia seems to be a single case.”
“Yes unfortunately. I am sorry, Frau Generalfeldmarschall, but it seems we have to adjust plans.”
“Maybe we can rectify the situation in Siberia. We can send an emergency transmit of a company of SET over to take a look.”
“The Führa has to decide that. Give me a line to her.”
“Yes, Frau Generalfeldmarschall!”

TO BE CONTINUED?????