The Blue Belleteer

 


The American heroine in blue sneaking towards Castle Vermenstein... allegedly where the Nazis are planning their next moves to break their current deadlock... destroying their plans could cripple their advance... stealing them could allow the allies to make the push through... if you can just get in and find their war room...

Blue Belleteer slips from shadow to shadow... those flashes of her in the moonlight revealing a daring masked woman in a red cape... which when it flutters up behind her reveals a skimpy blue dress to match her mask... and a pair of guns in red holsters about her waist... she crouches on a hillside and examines the castle...

The castle lit up from within... guards posted on the towers... and the drawbridge... although the moat seems to be dry... if it's fed by a pipe, that might be a way in... or alternatively you could scale the walls and try one of the outer windows...

Blue Belleteer notes the combination of moonlight and guards posted on the towers will make getting across the moat unseen difficult... she hears an engine and turns her head... a truck coming up the road to the castle... "Maybe I could catch a ride..." a moment later she is clinging the chassis of the truck as it pulls up the guards a the drawbridge...

You hear the sound of stiff German voices as the truck is approved... the drawbridge lowering... and the truck rumbling across... as you hang on for dear life... wondering what the security will be like inside... as the truck turns into a dimly-lit garage set up in the courtyard...

Blue Belleteer listens cautiously... ready to go for her guns in an instant... but hoping to get a chance to roll away and go searching for the plans sure to be somewhere in this command outpost... if only she can avoid running into any guards... as the voices move away... she slides out on the opposite side of the truck... one gun in hand as she crawls forth...

The dark shadows in the garage a blessing... as you can see without being seen... a pair of guards in the courtyard... with their backs to you... the doorway into the castle complex across the yard... a matter of sneaking behind their backs... and hoping against hope that they don't turn... unless you want to take care of them and risk their bodies being discovered...

Blue Belleteer moves as quickly as tiny steps in blue heels will allow... guns trained on the backs of the guards should they make the mistake of turning around... clinging to the shadows like ivy to the castle walls... the eyes behind the mask rechecking the castle door as she approaches...

The door made of oak... with a grille in the middle... gaslight visible from the grille... until you're halfway across the courtyard... the clicking of your heels seeming to you like gunshots... your eyes widening as you see the shape of a man in front of the grille... pausing in front of the door... blocking your only way out for a long, chilling moment... before moving on...

Blue Belleteer freezes with her back to the stone wall... the blue front of her dress heaving as she takes a deep but silent breath... exhaling as the silhouette moves past... listening at the door for a moment... before pushing it open with a shoulder... and ducking inside...

Your heart pounding as you look either way up the corridor... the makeshift signs pointing you towards the war room... doubtless heavy with guards... but if you can avoid confrontation you might be able to get away with stealing the plans after all...

Blue Belleteer finds the war room indeed heavily guarded... and so she comes up with a daring plan... backing into an alcove... red cape merging with the Nazi flag draped there... able to see the guards in one of the towers through the window there... she raises her guns and fires them as one... dropping both guards... hoping to create a distraction which might draw guards away from the war room...

The guards hearing the shots... echoing stone making it difficult to place where they came from... the guards running right past you as they head towards the towers... the alarm sounding... and everyone moving to repulse a possible attack from without... without thinking that the problem might have come from within...

Blue Belleteer stands behind the red flag as the troops rush out... waiting until they have passed... not even one noticing the lovely ankles visible beneath the hanging flag... which now move toward the war room...the masked face smirking... peering cautiously inside... guns still in hand...

The war room deserted... the plans on the table... and a crackling fire lighting up the whole room... only moments available to you before someone thinks to check back in here... guards rushing to and fro outside all the while...

Blue Belleteer holsters her guns and rushes forward... nodding to herself as she glances over the plans... rolls them up... and binds them with a piece of string... short skirt flaring from her lean hips as she spins to leave... looking to make her way back to the hiding place in the alcove...

Your eyes widening as the door begins to swing open... raised voices on the other side... sounding like a whole platoon... at least six or seven men... arguing about the shots in loud German... pausing on the threshold of the room...

Blue Belleteer gulps and ducks down behind the table draped in more red... quickly crawling beneath it... butt briefly upturned and swishing were anyone looking... listening to the arguing... looking at the plans in her hands and wincing... wondering how long it will take the Nazis to realize they are missing...

The table covered with maps of all kinds... the Nazi generals all sitting down as the door is closed and locked by the guards... knees pushing in on all sides... forcing you to squeeze yourself in tightly... even as German voices mumble... then shout... the sound of papers being scattered about right above your head...

Blue Belleteer smirks at the rage in the voices in spite of her predicament... wishing she could just melt through the floor and escape through the sewers or something... and that's when she notices the stone in the floor on which her ass sits is loose... she slides her self around and lifts... not large enough for her to escape... but the roll of plans slide right through...

The only thing underneath being the sewers... perhaps you can retrieve the plans later... if not... at least the Nazis won't... unless they torture you for the information, of course... a prospect that might not be too far away as the knees shuffle closer... one of them suggesting looking under the table for the plans...

Blue Belleteer replaces the rock and bonks a knee with the butt of one gun... crawling forth as the general rears back... hopping comically about on one leg... holding his knee... coming to her feet... blue shape of excited breasts and twin guns pointed at the assembled officers... "Don't move or I'll drop you all before the guards can get in here!"

The officers startled... six of them in all... the one on one knee raising his hands... the others reaching for lugers... spreading out... snarling through gritted teeth... "You can't get us all, spy..."

Blue Belleteer grimaces as the men go for their guns... her bluff seemingly called... "And if you shoot me you'll never know whether those plans have already been spirited away or not..." shaking her guns and inadvertently other bits at the officers... "Now drop them..."

The officers circling... guns pointed at you... "But if we drop our guns and let you go, we'll also never know... there's a hole in your logic, fraulein..." The men chuckling... despite the tense nature of the standoff... the guards banging on the locked door... attempting to unlock it...

Blue Belleteer nods soberly... "I was afraid you'd realize that..." having bought as much time as she can... turning to run toward the door... firing behind her... tucking a shoulder and dropping into a roll... a flutter of red cape... a flap of blue skirt... and a flash of shiny hiney... just as the door opens and the officers open up on her...

The roll tripping up the gaggle of guards on their way in... who stumble forward... into a hail of their own officers' bullets... the ones coming behind firing back instinctively... as you find yourself racing down the corridor... a pair of bullet holes in your cape, but otherwise miraculously unharmed... two of the guards breaking off from the confusion to chase after you...

Blue Belleteer yanking down the draped flags... leaving them fluttering in the air behind her... dress barely able to contain the jiggling of tits and ass as she runs out the door into the courtyard... guns up and firing at the guards there... her plan... the only thing she can think of... to get to the truck and drive it out through the gate...

Bullets careening around you as the guards fire back... the two giving chase tangled up in the flags... one bullet coming close enough to whisper past jiggling breasts... and tear off your top... even as you yank open the truck door...

Blue Belleteer gasps as a bared breast discovers the steering wheel is very cold... shivering as she starts her up... the keys fortunately left in the truck... more gunfire pinging off the door as she revs the engine... lurching into gear and roaring toward the drawbridge...

The guards seeing you coming... a couple desperately moving towards the guardhouse... and turning the wheel that raises the drawbridge... the huge wooden slab slowly starting to raise up... and up...

Blue Belleteer blinks... her escape route being cut off... refusing to slow the truck... risking crashing headlong into the massive oaken slab... hanging out the window... bared breasts bouncing... as bullets pting all around them... raising her gun... her aim true... even in a moving truck... she fires two shots... as the truck hurtles her toward a possible fiery death when it crashes into the raised oaken gate... the ropes pulling up the drawbridge fraying from her shots... snapping an instant before impact... the bridge crashing down as the truck contacts it... before roaring over it into the night...

The commotion behind you receding into the distance... as you find somewhere to ditch the truck... parking it by a nearby stream a little downriver from the castle... your eyes blinking as you spot a roll of Nazi plans caught up in the reeds...

(Sept 2009)