Johana smiled at the sergeant in the Arms Room. He was a long member of the President’s
Regiment, the ceremonial unit assigned to the capital for parades and in an
emergency to protect the capital, and had been here when she had taken her
leave to work with allies overseas…
“Ah Captain Schmidt,” the sergeant beamed, “How can I
help you?”
Johana smiled back at him. She watched his eyes trace her up and down…
Some women might be offended, but Johana was used to it and was partly
responsible for it… Her Pullover and Army issued pants were two sizes too tight
for her “porn fantasy” body. While some
people might take her clothes as an invitation, the Sergeant just watched from
a respectful distance, he knew Johana’s taste in women.
“I need an MKb 36 short,” Johana smiled, “A few magazines
and a case of ammo.”
“I am rebuilding the one you had with you in Canada,” the
Sergeant turned around, “I can offer another one off the rack for now. How was Canada by the way?”
“Like being on the tops of the alps even while standing
on the beach of the ocean,” Johana sighed.
“Did you see much wild life?” the Sergeant asked.
“Most of it was two legged and didn’t respect my taste in
women,” Johana said flatly.
“Ah…” the Sergeant smiled as he cleared the military
carbine, “Why did you have the scope removed from your carbine? If you don’t mind me asking.”
“The scope unit kept getting locked in ice,” Johana
sighed, “I had to have Mauser USA people come up to replace the sighting unit
with a rail and get Canadian artic gear.”
“Hmmm…” The Sergeant said, “Do you want me to leave the
rail in place?”
“Yes,” Johana smiled.
“Very well,” The sergeant turned to a private, “Private,
grab magazines and ammo. You will load
them for the Captain and if I hear one complaint from her, so help me!”
“Yes Sergeant!” the fresh faced boy snapped to attention.
As Johana walked down the hall of the indoor range to the
firing line she could feel the boy’s eyes on her ass. She thought back to the first time she had
gone to fire a rifle… it was back before she had become Captain Germany…
*
“Still don’t see why they are here!” the old Prussian
Sergeant shouted.
“Humor me Otto,” The President said turning to his
trusted friend from the war.
“But they can’t ever learn to shoot!” the Sergeant
pointed at Johana specifically among the women in the group.
“Are you telling me that you would refuse to do what you
could to help Germany? To help me?” the
President asked.
“Never Lord Field Marshal, I am always at your service!”
the Sergeant snapped and saluted.
“Then I am confident that you will teach them to shoot,”
The President said calmly, “Maybe they will not win medals at competitions, but
you will teach them to shoot.”
Johana watched as the President put a hand on his old
friend’s shoulder and left. She felt
self-conscience as the Sergeant returned to examining the candidates for
Project White Skull… Johana felt even
more out of place in the surplus uniform from the German Army… It was three sizes too big for her and it
still stank of mud and sweat from the last soldier who had worn it…
*
Johana smiled as the target returned on the rail track
revealing her perfect shooting. Johana
noticed a young black soldier come over with a pistol and an ammo box.
“Captain,” the young woman said in slightly accented
German, “The Sergeant suggested that you might want to practice with a P8 as
well.”
“American?” Johana asked in English.
“I was,” the girl started in English before reverting
back to German, “I moved to Hamburg as a girl because of how accepting Germany
has become to women like my mother and I… Especially with your example Captain…”
Johana looked the young woman in the eyes for a second…
“What does your girlfriend think of dating a soldier?”
Johana smiled.
“We are proud of each other,” the young woman smiled.
“Have either of you ever shot .45s?” Johana asked the two
privates.
“No Captain,” they agreed.
“Take this back to the Sergeant and ask for a P12 and a
case of Special Forces ammo,” Johana smiled, “I will show you how the Americans
shoot.”
*
“Well I see you are going full slut!” Sin sighed at the
sight of her mother.
“And you are entirely over dressed for eight at night on
a Friday,” Johana raised an eyebrow.
Both ageless women looked each other up and down… Johana
was in low black leather boots with pink straps, the black and pink fishnet
body suits, the black latex micro-miniskirt, pink leather belts, Black leather
sleeves, pink leather bondage cuffs, black leather tube top and pink leather
collar. Her daughter was dressed rather
formally in her grey silk skirt suit with black blouse.
“What are you up to?” Sinthea asked.
“If I am to be Madam President’s lesbian girlfriend,”
Johana put her hands on her hips, “I must take her on dates… So I am taking her
to my favorite club… That will insure the right people know she is bi-sexual.”
“You just want to have wanton sex after too much
attention from the three legged badger, don’t you?” Sin stared at her mother.
“Well yes,” Johana sighed.
“Still I wouldn’t mind a night with the Badger’s
daughter,” Sin thought aloud.
“No,” Johana said, “She is not your type… trust me.”
“You would know,” Sin rolled her eyes, “Because you
already have slept with her.”
“What’s with the suit?” Johana asked.
“Right,” Sin said, “Fine, change the subject. I have a meeting with the Hawaiian
Vampire. I need to impress the
Americans.”
“Oh please,” Johana said, “Vampires? And ones from Hawaii?”
“He isn’t a vampire, those are stories for kids,” Sin
crossed her arms, “He is called the Hawaiian Vampire because he is the Liason
Officer for the American Pacific Fleet, and he is kept on Hawaiian work
times. Which means he is up all night
here in Berlin. But I have to meet with
him to co-ordinate operations for our fleet in the Pacific with the American
Navy there.”
Johana chuckled.
“Good luck.”
*
“I am not sure about this,” Alda whispered in Johana’s
ear.
“Stay with me and you are fine,” Johana smiled, “This is
exactly where you need to be tonight.”
Johana still thought of the other woman as The President,
but seeing her in the tight leather mini-dress it was hard not to remember as
being a person and not just holding an office…
Sure she could stand to lose a few kilos but she was still attractive
for the years on her. Of course Johana
and her daughter bucked that by being ageless for decades now.
“Alda,” Johana pulled the woman close to her, “You see
that woman on the bench with the gasmask?
She is the content director for sixty percent of the newspapers in
Germany, thirty percent in France and about fifty percent in Poland… The fact that she can see you here with me
tonight means that no one working for the media will question that story that
you are coming out as bisexual and are dating a woman…”
“I just never thought,” Alda said as she hugged Johana
tightly, clinging more as a scared child than a lover, “I have never seen a
place like this…”
“This is a very special club for powerful women with
particular tastes not only in lovers, but how they engage in love…” Johana
wrapped her arms around the timid woman, “No one here speaks about who they
meet here and we never admit to anything…
I have been a member since the place was re-opened after the Soviet War…
and I was a member back in the days of the First German President.”
“They know that about you” Alda asked.
“Everyone forgets as soon as they walk out the door,”
Johana smiled, “Now look at the pony in pink rubber behind me… You see
her? She is a senior member of the
American Conservative Party and constant critic of gay rights.”
Alda’s eyes widened at the sight of the slightly
overweight woman being lead around by a Latin woman in leather horse riding
gear.
“In America she would never risk her perversions and
homosexuality being known…” Johana said, “But here she is completely safe… Like
you and me.”
“I would still feel better if you had a gun,” Alda
whispered.
“And where would I hide it?” Johana smiled, “Everyone
here gets fully checked out.”
Almost as if on cue a brunette in a plastic maid outfit
came over and tapped Johana on the shoulder.
“Pardon,” she said in French accented German, “I was
wondering what you and your girlfriend taste like…”
“Why don’t you have a taste…” Johana turned and kissed
the French girl.
The girl broke the kiss and started kissing her way down
Johana’s body until she stuck her head up Johana’s skirt and started licking at
her bald pussy. Johana reveled in the
eyes watching her. That was normal
around here… but something was different tonight… and it wasn’t just her date…
Johana’s eyes scanned the room even as the French Maid’s
tongue brought her mind numbing pleasure.
“Dear,” Alda whispered as she leaned in to kiss Johana.
Johana was please as one of Alda’s hands started
massaging and playing with Johana’s busom while other escorted Johana’s hand
between her legs and helped roll up the hem of the leather mini dress.
*
They were not sure how, but the self-proclaimed “Storm
Troops” in their brown Denim shirts had found the place and kicked in the
doors. It hadn’t been the first fight
she had had with members of the NSDAP, not even the first since she had become
the Superior Woman she was now… But this was the first time she had had to
fight them off in a place she regarded as her refuge… and that had pissed her
off! Even without her black, red and
yellow costume it was clear that the Storm Troopers were fighting Captain
Germany! And she was angry with
them! After she had kicked the men out,
each of the women there in the basement club felt indebted enough to take a
turn making Johana feel amazing… with kiss, lick or fingers… The women of the
club shared their gratitude by making Johana float in ecstasy…
*
The Booth, wasn’t a seat with a table, but rather a bed
with the edges of a sofa surrounding three fourths with cup holder hanging over
the sides for people’s drinks. It was
perfect for Johana and Alda to share with their French friend for the evening…
“Good evening,” a woman announced as she came over.
Johana turned from kissing Alda as the girl was bringing
her to screaming climax… Johana’s eyes
sized up the woman, she wasn’t German… not originally… She was dressed in latex
modern English Victorian Clothes… “Steam Punk Fetish” was the English term that
came to mind. That with her pale skin,
ruby lips and purple tinted glasses gave her a Vampire pornographic movie
appearance.
“Mina Hawker?” Johana quipped thinking of recent movies
based on the Dracula story.
“Hardly,” the Blonde gave a cold grin.
“Care to join us?” Alda panted.
“I won’t intrude any more than I am required Madam,” the
Blonde smiled, “My father was a friend of your Doctor. He wanted to welcome you home with a gift and
I felt I should do the same…”
The Blonde snapped her fingers and a young blonde in a
catsuit came over holding a box with a blank expression on her face.
“Please your new Mistress,” the Blonde kissed the girl,
“Enjoy.”
Johana felt panic… She should find and get more answers
from the mysterious woman… but the “present” was a known Hydra weapons dealer,
a Swedish Girl with a distinct homicidal streak and she couldn’t leave Alda
alone with her. Much to everyone’s
surprise the expressionless faced Hydra girl got on her knees and placed a box
before Johana and held her arms out to be cuffed.
Johana looked at the box and pulled it from the Hydra
girl… she peaked in and gasped. Johana
was about to beat and strike the girl when she saw the girl was in a
trance. Had she been brainwashed?
*
“Faster! Faster!” the old Prussian Sergeant shouted, “To
the line and shoot the Bolshevik!”
Johana wasn’t the only one panting and wheezing as she
ran the fifth kilometer to the firing line with the rifle and clips of ammunition…
Johana tripped and fell… Her heart sank as she heard the
crack when she hit the ground… She had landed on the wooden stock and holster
of the C96 she was carrying… It hadn’t been one that she had drawn from the
armory like the other candidates in the trails… It had been given to her by
President Hindenburg! She had promised to take care of it since it had been his
personal pistol. Something inside of her
told her to keep going… If she stopped now that would be the bigger failure in
the Old Prussian’s eyes. She got up and
run the final meters to the pile of brick.
She got down and fired her rifle five times at the targets. She then got up and limped to the finish
line.
“Well, Schmidt finally finished…” the Sergeant crossed
his arms, “Get a shower and meet us for dinner Schmidt.”
There were murmurs and discontent from the other
candidates. The Sergeant turned and
slugged one of the men.
“Schmidt came in last place… but unlike others here, she
didn’t stop to rest, she didn’t quit and unlike all of you she shot the
Bolshevik in the eyes! Now start running!”
Johana put the rifle down on a rack and pulled the pistol
and it’s wooden stock out and looked at the crack running along the side where
she had landed on a rock… What would the President say?
*
“So you two managed to make a stir at your whore house,”
Sin said as she walked into the safehouse.
“Well when she showed up with a gun,” the President
shouted.
“Madam, please,” Johana said.
“Fine,” The President turned on her heels and walked into
the next room.
“SHE SHOWED UP WITH A GUN!” Johana screamed.
Johana could see her daughter coming up with something
snarky to say.
“Say it and I will spank you!”
Sin shook her head dismissing her mother’s anger.
“Who is she?”
“Olga Karina,” Johana sneered.
Sin kneeled next to the bound young woman with the blank
expression.
“Ok,” Sin said before repeating, “Who is she?”
“The Swedish Hydra Arms Dealer,” Johana snapped.
Sin looked at her mother.
“The Queen of Grenades!”
“Oh,” Sin said, “Why didn’t you say so? So she is the
Queen of Grenades?”
Sin got up and walked back taking off her jacket.
“Why is she so placid?
And What was she doing at your whore house?” Sin asked as she hung up
her jacket, “I thought she was straight and not ‘fashionable’ as it were.”
“It’s as if someone used a brainwashing ray from a cheap
cartoon,” The President said as she walked back in the room, “I wouldn’t be
surprised if she started chanting “You command I obey.”
Both Johana and Sin looked at the President.
“You know in spite of me being the oldest looking here, I
am the youngest of the German Ladies here.”
“Well forgive us if we are too old for kids cartoons,”
Sin smiled, “But we are experts in dealing with Hydra Agents.”
“Don’t bother,” Johana stopped her daughter with an
outstretched hand, “She will just start moaning like a slut if you start
hitting her.”
“I wasn’t going to hit her,” Sin shrugged off the hand,
“I want to look for evidence.”
“She dressed herself in the catsuit after a very complete
shower,” Johana cut her daughter off, “The evidence in here in the box.”
Sin went to the leather bound wooden box. She pulled a pair of rubber gloves and
examined the expensive item.
“Handmade presentation case,” Sin noted before opening
it, “You have already opened it?”
There are no booby traps,” Johana confirmed.
“Ah, C96 pistol in wooden stock holster,” Sin narrated as
she examined the contents, “Seems to be orginal, there is a crack in the side
but otherwise in good condition given the age.
There is a serial number on the locking bracket. Lets see inside, matching serial numbers,
this is rare these days… We can check to see who the registered owner is…”
“Me,” Johana cut her daughter off, “I am the registered
owner… That was given to me by The First
German President…”
“You know Ebert was the first President of Germany,
right?”
“To me, Hindenburg was the first German President,”
Johana said as she turned and moved back to the Swedish girl.
“Are you sure this is your?” Sin asked.
“Look at the bottom of the trigger guard if you are
wondering.”
“Johana, you are my Captain,” Sin read the message
scratched with a knife tip.