The Blue Rocketeer


The Belleteer opening her sealed orders... the Nazis working on their newest project... an improvement on the V2... with enough fuel to take it right to Washington DC... and a payload that will level the White House... if they go ahead with testing, they might pull ahead in the race to create a war-ending weapon... your mission is to stop the test at the source...

Blue Belleteer soon finds herself flying a small prop plane in the dark... low across the channel... then the fields of France... navigating by the stars... to find the open field where she can land only two miles from the missile base... wheels kissed by rising morning mist... before touching down... the morning fog giving the buxom blue silhouette the cover she needs to approach...

The chilly air making you shiver as you head closer to the base... eyes widening as you spot the sleek shape already on the gantry... ready to be aimed and calibrated first thing in the morning... with the dawn's early light... unless you can get to the control room first and send it somewhere else... like to ocean... or behind enemy lines...

Blue Belleteer brushes back a strand of red hair... heavy with moisture... as she peers through the leaves of a bush... turning her head as she hears some vehicles approaching... no doubt some brass come to witness the launch... while the motorcade distracts security she makes her move... cutting a hole in the wire... and slipping past the eyes in the tower...

The generals arriving with plenty of pomp and ceremony... as you make a note of which building they head into... the main one... doubtless the control room that will aim and launch the rocket... four guards marching around the building so no side is left uncovered...

Blue Belleteer looks around the corner of a nearby building... flattening her back to the wall... as a spotlight sweeps her way... taking a deep breath... the blue halter top of her costume nearly jutting into viewing... the light passes... and she slinks forward... crouching behind an oil barrel... looking for some way past the guards...

The guards moving in lockstep... one on each wall... back and forth... but that means there are times when their backs are turned... and you might be able to slip past... and through a window... or onto a roof... if you move quickly and silently enough... or if you can take one out without making a sound...

Blue Belleteer concentrates on her breathing... she must be bold... timing the guards... then sprinting forward as one turns his back... only having seconds before another rounds the corner... leaping up on circuit box... hugging a conduit and pulling herself up... the flap of her dress getting caught on something... leaving a piece of blue hanging outside as she crawls through the window... her heart pounding...

You find yourself in the guards' recreation room... paradoxically the safest place while they're all out seeing to the generals... who you can hear directly below, discussing the upcoming launch... the target confirmed as the White House... and dawn ready to break in less than an hour...

Blue Belleteer 's eyes widen behind the mask as she hears of the audacious plans... the Nazi's generals already discussing how best to occupy North America after the Americans' unconditional surrender... and she only has an hour to prevent it... she draws her pistol as she creeps to the door... pushing it open just far enough to peek into the hall beyond...

The view clear from there... the other door into the laboratory... and four guards standing in front of it... long batons at the ready to deal with any intruders... keeping a watchful eye... not so easy to evade as the ones outside... but perhaps easy to beat...

Blue Belleteer notes the guards at the bottom of the stairwell are watching for anyone coming from outside... but not up the stairs... the area she is now in apparently already having been swept and presumed clear... giving her the chance to surprise them at least... if the stairs don't creak... and she can leap the last few... splits kicking as her torn dress flares... aiming to bring gun butt down on a third one's head...

Two guards sent reeling against the walls as the third takes a gun butt square on the crown... all three hitting the ground hard... the fourth reacting instinctively... swinging his club... and aiming to bring it up between split thighs...

Blue Belleteer grunts as her body lurches... her eyes nearly popping from their sockets... her left boob actually bouncing free... as she aims her fist to give the last guard a bust in the moth before she crumples to her knees... grimacing in pain...

The guard sent reeling back by the punch... slamming against the door... and through... the two generals and the scientist who built the missile startled... but not for long... the military veteran drawing his gun and moving to try and take you prisoner while you're on your knees... "So... a spy from the allied powers..."

Blue Belleteer looks up from her knees as the door swings open... instinctively raising her gun hand... only to get a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach as she realizes she still holds it by the barrel end... and is pointing the handle at the men inside... giving them a wan smile as the general points his luger at her...

One general grabbing you by the arms... and wrenching them behind your back... as the other takes pleasure in stripping off the halter top and skirt... groping and gripping... "Perhaps we should celebrate our victory with her..." The other shaking his head... "Too dangerous... send the spy back where she came from... via air mail..."

Blue Belleteer shakes her head frantically... her bared breasts swinging wildly about... one general leaning quickly back to avoid getting haymakered... disarmed and left with only mask panties and heels... she pouts as the cruel Nazis grope her tender flesh... gasping as she hears their suggestion for her...

The Nazis dragging you out... fetching rope... and using it to bind you to the rocket... laying back on the inclined fuselage... wrists bound above your head... with one of the jutting fins rubbing between your legs... pressing cruelly into your folds... "The winds will flatten you against the rocket... you might survive right up until the big bang..."

Blue Belleteer writhes as she is carried out and bound... "You fiends! You'll never get aiyeeeee... hrmmph!" her scream stifled by her own panties... the cold metal of the fin pressing between her folds... lying helplessly flat on her back against the rocket... seemingly doomed to go boom with Washington...

The rocket already starting the heat up... shuddering and juddering... ready for takeoff... as the men inside get ready to make the final adjustments... aiming... and firing... needing to adjust the trajectory to compensate for a helpless passenger... the scientist gripping and measuring each breast... chuckling as his hands roam over your contours... checking the aerodynamics...

Blue Belleteer strains at her bindings... arching her back away from the rocket for a moment... but it seems of no use... she can no more evade the measuring hands than she can prevent the launch of the rocket... her bodacious body glistens in the sun... the fog has settled... and the final countdown has begun...

The rocket vibrating and shaking... beginning to roar into life... as the countdown enters the final thirty seconds... belching flames and smoke already starting to erupt... the metal against your back uncomfortably hot... perhaps hot enough to keep you alive in the upper atmosphere... the quivering fin between your thighs set to put you through heaven and hell before an explosive exit...

Blue Belleteer groans... the throbbing of the rocket beneath her alone enough to send her over the edge... jutting breasts vibrating... the Nazis filming every second of their victorious rocket launch... cheering as the exhaust from the rocket obscures the view... and the glistening metal shaft lifts away into the sky with its explosive payload...

The vibrations traveling through you to the ropes... shuddering and quivering like bowstrings... all the way up to the thin piece of metal through which they're threaded... rattling in its housing... as if loose... or perhaps unable to take the weight of securing a human body... perhaps an effort can get it to ping free... if you're not already too high up...

Blue Belleteer nearly sucking her panties down her throat as the metal pops loose... and the fin between her legs nearly cleaves her in half... until her hands fly down to hold on tight... caught inside the low pressure draft of the whistling wind... wriggling about frantically... until freeing her ankles... finally escaping the vibrating fin...

The missile starting to veer off course as you drop away from it... plummeting towards the earth... trying to aim yourself for one of the haystacks in a field below... even as the missile veers off towards an uninhabited spot in the pacific... hopefully the Nazis will assume their program is a failure...

Blue Belleteer pulls the panties from her lips... gasping as she separates from the rocket... flailing a bit as she falls... spread eagle as she becomes the proverbial needle in a haystack... somewhere on the fields of France... fortunately spirited quickly away by partisans...

The word coming from HQ later... congratulating you on sabotaging the launch in such a way as to make it seem like the Nazis own failure... all future work on the project has apparently been scrapped thanks to the failed guidance system... the generals too shamefaced to admit sabotaging their own project for the sake of your peril...

(Feb 2010)