The Grand Finale

Bridget let herself slide down into the seat as her nimble fingers found her clit. She used the other hand to slide her tank top up and over her breasts. She sat there, lazily massaging her pussy lips and pulling on her nipples as the next scene played.

The She-Wolf stood in dimly lit room, deep shadows being cast by the tasseled table lamp. The camera focused on her breasts and beautiful, mischievous face as it panned up before swiveling around and focusing on her back, revealing the room in the process. Looked like a hotel. The camera pulled back to reveal that she is again in her SS uniform with her thigh high leather boots, hat, and crisscrossing straps that gently hug and lift her ample breasts. A figure walks up behind her, and speaks. "Greetings, meine Schwester." the voice says.

The camera refocus's on Frankie Foster's face. She clicks her heels, and salutes. The She-Wolf turns, a smile on her lips. "Greetings, my sister." she says, returning the salute. "I understand that the policeman recently visited you. Does he have any clue where ze ring is?" she asked, the camera focusing on Frankie's eyes looking down and widening before she snaps back to attention.

"Nein, but he suspects something. He saw right through Reinhardt's cover and was asking about infiltration. Thankfully our man inside the police department pointed him my way," Frankie said forcefully. The She Wolf stepped closer, the viewpoint such that you couldn't see below their wastes. Frankie nervously stepped back and glanced down again, swallowing hard.

"Excuse me, Miss, you mind?" a decent looking middle aged man whispered to Bridget. He had his pants unzipped and cock sticking out. "That dame's goin' wild and I don't wanna miss this." he said, indicating the girl who had been seated in front of her. Three men were on her, desperately jamming their cocks into her voluptuous, ivory-skinned form. Bridget nodded, lifting her waistband so he could slide his hand in while she grasped his hairy cock by the base and started slowly stroking it.

"And ver you successful in throwing him off the trail?" she asked, Frankie's nervous expression turning to a fearful one.

"N..Nein, meine Schwester. He was...persistent." The She-Wolf slowly walked around her, her hand slowly sliding up Frankie's back. The camera focused on her black gloved hand closing in Frankie's hair slowly. The She Wolf pulled the tall woman over to the bed, guiding her onto it and roughly lifting her skirt. Frankie looked back, tears welling up in her eyes as the camera slowly traveled down the She Wolf's body to reveal a large black leather strapon that was covered in short, rounded chrome studs.

The man started to rub Bridget's clit faster as the She Wolf slowly slid the monstrosity into Frankie's exposed pussy as the actress let out what sounded like both a scream and moan as the cold studs slid over every inch of her internal womanhood. When the She-Wolf **** her to lay prone with her legs together and ass up to make it even tighter, the man started to slide his fingers into Bridget's wet hole. The look on the face of the actress playing Frankie was a very convincing performance, but when they panned back to the She Wolf savagely penetrating the lovely tall girl, Bridget admitted that they probably used a stuntwoman. The strapon was huge, and a highly paid, up and coming actress wouldn't want to risk it.

Bridget started stroking the man harder as the She-Wolf pulled out, leaving Frankie on the bed to quiver, and with a shaky voice say "Please...don't stop, meine Schwester...I need to be punished..." as she snaked her hand down her body, desperately rubbing her pussy. The She Wolf walked over to the liquor cabinet, and selected a large decanter that appeared to filled with semen from the ice bucket. She twisted the strapon at the base, twisted the end, and poured in the contents. She screwed it back on, semen already dripping out of the central tube from the front. "Zis is the semen from a dozen Untermensch swine. They were all very fertile..." she said, stroking the strapon menacingly. Frankie looked back, terrified, as she straddled her legs and started to pull her asscheeks apart.

Bridget's hips were swiveling as the stranger slid his fingers in and out of her, returning to her clit every so often, and even reaching lower to drive a wet finger into her tight asshole. This guy, and this scene strangely were really getting her worked up. She jerked the guy's cock hard as the She Wolf drove the inseminated leather cock into Frankie's delicate, sore pussy. She would squeeze the shaft, forcing cum into her before driving forward and holding against the entrance to her womb. "Maybe your son vil be a Negro...or even a Juden." the She Wolf said as tears rolled down Frankie's face.

"Please, no! I will find the ring!" she said as the camera showed the She Wolf slow her penetration before she gritted her teeth and started slamming into her fast and hard. She reached forward and gathered up Frankie's hair, pulling her head back by the ponytail as she brutally fucked her. "I swear on Hitler's tomb!" The She Wolf smiled, gave her one last, hard thrust as she grunted from exertion, and pulled the strapon out.

"Very well. I'll just empty zis little toy and be done." she said, raising the tip to line up with Frankie's asshole. The close up of it sliding in, every stud causing a distortion of flesh before sliding passed and into her, was masterfully shot. The scene ended with She-Wolf violently assfucking the girl as she pulled her hair and spanked her with a small studded panel. The camera panned up to the night sky, but kept the audio going.

The man beside Bridget looked over at her. She was sweating, her chest rising and falling, and hips gyrating. He gave her a look, and she nodded. Quickly, he knelt in front her and pulled her pants down. Bridget spread her legs and helped him get into position. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he slid his cock up and down her soaking wet pussy before sliding it in. The Square had done just enough to leave her horny, and she wasn't embarrassed in the slightest to act on it. He pushed her legs up to her chest and started slamming into her, filling the theater with wet, slapping sounds as his rod drove into her again and again.

Bridget tried to focus on the movie, but she could only catch glimpses of it as this guy was certainly no Square, and was fucking the hell out of her. The next scene was some more filler, something about McManus breaking in to Frankie's office and searching for clues. Bridget craned her neck to see what was going on. He had a manila envelope that he opened and took pictures of. The scene shifted to a translator, McManus pacing behind him. The translator sat the pencil down dramatically.

"Mike, these codewords....they're Red Bloc!"

"The Russkies? Here?" Mike said, looking out the window. Bridget's view was blocked again as the man pressed himself against her, his stubby lips rubbing on her neck as he kissed her. She closed her eyes, the waves of a small orgasm washing over her. When she opened them again, McManus was parked outside Frankie's office. The camera tracked her opening the door and hailing a Turbotaxi. She slid into the sleek, aggressively profiled caution yellow vehicle, and gave the directions as McManus pulled out to tail her. The tailing scene eventually ended with Frankie sitting on a bench next to a stunningly beautiful woman with straight black hair, pale skin, and icy blue eyes dressed head to toe in tight black clothing. She sat her handbag down between them, the woman doing the same, before they switched them.

McManus watched as they stood up and separated. "Ahh, nuts!" he said, deciding who to follow. She eventually walked to a sleek looking Harley Earl coup and hopped inside. The driver was the She Wolf. "So, the Soviets had it after all? Vat did that cost us?" she asked. Frankie opened the bag, and pulled out the ring.

"Kiev," she said. The She Wolf looked ahead. Her expression betrayed the thought that her superiors were not going to be happy about this. Bridget was glad the next scene was another sequence of McManus following them. She refocused on the man fucking her, and pulled his hips to make his thrusts more forceful. He stood up suddenly, hauling her to her feet and bending her over the seats in front of them. Her greasy, sweaty body glistened in the low light as he drove his cock into her as fast and hard as he could.

She braced herself and whimpered, her body spasming with delight as orgasm after orgasm exploded from her, as the She Wolf and Frankie parked in an abandoned, little visited portion of Diesel City: the old industrial zone. The major factories were rebuilt, some a hundred stories tall, when it became clear that when Germany, Austria, Occupied France, and Italy merged to form one nation and had the nuclear weapons to strike the United States, that this war was going to last a long, long time. Some had bought the old factories and ran them as mom and pop local factories catering to the civilian population, but most sat abandoned or expanded so much that they emcompass several of the old factories in one, gigantic industrial system.

"Hey! Down in front!" someone yelled from behind them. The man waved as he fucked her. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back to the seat, sitting down with her on his lap. Bridget leaned back into him and pulled her knees to her chest, increasing the feeling of tightness.

The music was tense and ominous as he followed them into the old Ford factory. He took the stairs as the slow industrial lift lower them into the building's sub basement. He drew his Lebman 1911 A-3 and hit the auto chamber spring release, replaced the 8 round mag with an extended 20 round one, selected "Full Auto" on the switch, and followed them around a corner. When he poked his head in, his eyes went wide. The chamber was massive, and what appeared to be a half built enormous airship sat on a metal platform, stretching over 500 yards long. The women walked over to a work station full of knobs, levers, and pressure gauges.

"This is it. The Roosevelt "Big Stick" the Americans were planning on dropping on us." The She Wolf said. The camera panned to McManus's shadowed face, the realization that this was an atomic bomb dawning on him. She held up the ring, and twisted it apart. Inside, a sequence of numbers were engraved. "Once ve activate the reactor-tipped projectile, Herr Schuler may strike. Ve MUST be on that U Boat by midnight, or zis vill be the last mission for both of us."

McManus emerged, the pistol held level with his waist. They turned at the sound of his footsteps, and Frankie quickly started hitting buttons. "Get away from that panel!" he said, aiming at Frankie. She stopped in place, and slowly turned to him. "How'd they get to you, doll?" he asked, the camera focusing on her pretty face. Slowly, a smile parted her lips.

"They didn't "get" to me, detective." she said, walking up behind the She Wolf. "I joined them by choice." she said, sliding her hands up the She-Wolf's torso. "Now that you've caught us, what are going to do with us?" She said as she cupped the blonde's sizable breasts. McManus's eyes glanced downward as Frankie slid her hands between the She Wolf's legs. Her slender fingers massaged and spread the She Wolf's lovely, flowery light pink pussy lips as Frankie started to wrap her hand around the throat from behind and nibble on her shoulder.

McManus stepped forward, holding up two pairs of handcuffs. "Arms behind your back," he said, his cock hard. They did so, giving him innocent, playful looks as he locked one side of the cuff to each of their wrists, then the other pair to bind them together. He took a look at them, and quickly holstered his gun, and stepped forward. He pulled Frankie's skirt up and tore her panties off before clamping his hands on both of their pussies. They writhed against each other, whimpering as his fingers drove into their wetness. He pulled two chairs over and had them sit back to back. He walked over to the She Wolf, and smacked her twice. She winced, and blew a curl of blonde hair out of her face. She grinned defiantly as he hauled her legs up, folding her in half.

McManus drove his cock into her tight, toned sex with a violent single thrust. The She Wolf's slender form supported his weight as he leaned into her, the camera showing a close up of her take nearly his full 9 inches. The camera panned down, showing the chairs being slightly scooted by the savage fucking as he choked and slapped her while brutalizing first her pussy, and then her tight little asshole. It cut to show Frankie's face, glancing over her shoulder before looking back at the panel, just feet from her. As McManus anally assaulted her, he jammed three of his fingers into her quivering, glistening pussy with one hand and choked her with the other. Frankie stretched out her long, smooth pantyhosed leg, and used the stem of her high heel to attempt to hit the final button, but she wasn't close enough.

"Are you gonna fuck me like that? I can feel how hard your fucking her. Fuck her harder, Mike. Really give it her like your gonna give it me..."Frankie said. The She Wolf's face was a blend of agony and ecstasy as he was driven on by her words, burying his cock as deep and fast into her ass as he could. The chairs scooted again, and Frankie's leg shot out, the heel hitting last number in the sequence. She smiled, and pushed the "open hangar" switch with her stretched out toes.

Alarms started sounding. Mike drew back, cum shooting out of his cock and up her torso all the way to her collarbone. It dripped from her pert, large breasts down her toned abdomen. She smiled as another rope erupted, landing diagonally across her face. "Too late, detective." He said. The scene cut to the hangar doors sliding open. She laughed maniacally as the air raid siren roared to life.

The scene shifted back to Kriegsmariner Schuler staring through the periscope. "Its time. Prepare ze launch sequence." he said. Stadti sailors turned levers, adjusted dials, and flipped switches all over the enormous submarine. It zoomed in to show them loading nuke tipped torpedos into the launching bays, slamming the hatch shut behind it and lowering it into place. "Target acquired. Prepare to launch on my mark..."

It cut quickly back to the She-Wolf. "You fool! There is enough nuclear material here to vipe out everything from Detroit to St. Louis once Herr Schuler launches his missles! You have lost!" she said. He grabbed a radio, flipping it on. "Mayday! Mayday! Anybody copy! The Nazis are attacking, I repeat the Nazis are...

The scene shifted back to Schuler. "Steady...steady..." he said.

"All torpedoes ready, Kriegsmariner Schuler." the radio operator said. A grim smile parted his face. It was only 30 seconds to midnight. The sonar suddenly pinged, and Schuler turned to look at it. A huge blip appeared, and was closing fast. He swiveled to see the gargantuan US Navy submarine blasting toward it, its giant, hull-mounted rockets suddenly engaging and propelling it at enormous speeds as its silent screws that had allowed it to get this close churned furiously. The sound of it roaring through the water shook the entire U-Boat. Schuler saw the forward swept, bladed front of the hull, a Dame sitting on a torpedo painted on its riveted metal side. He opened his mouth to scream, but the Interceptor Class Attack sub slammed into the U-Boat's hull, cutting it in half. It kept travelling, pulling debris with it as the German marvel of engineering exploded in undersea detonations as it sank.

The scene switched to the She Wolf, the realization that she could hear aircraft now as the Guard started dropping depth charges in the lake to finish off any survivors. McManus slapped her hard enough to leave a mark. He drew his pistol, and leveled it at the She Wolf.

"Nyet." he heard over his shoulder. He slowly turned to see the stunning black haired woman who had switched bags with Frankie standing their, the crossed hammer and sickle adorning her KGB officer's hat. "I will take care of this Fascist dog." He looked down at her Makarov pistol with a silencer attached. "You can thank us later when this bitch learns true meaning of depravity in Siberian Gulag." she said with a heavy Russian accent. McManus stepped aside as she approached the now terrified She Wolf. "You hear that Heidi, we've got you, and you will pay for what you did to Stalingrad."

"But...the codes!" Frankie said as the gorgeous, coldly beautiful KGB officer approached her.

"...Notified the Diesel City navy to the U Boat's location. Lets just say Moscow has plans for this city, and didn't want you interrupting them. I have the real codes, and have already transmitted them to Moscow. Come now, little girls; and we'll show you how we treat Nazis in Mother Russia!"

The final scene played, Mike McManus standing on the pier as the Russian woman **** the two spies into the back of a cargo truck that said "Boris's Deliveries". It showed their shocked faces as six black men descended on them, Frankie being **** to the ground and immediately penetrated. It showed a closeup of a huge black cock stretch the She Wolf's pussy. She looked through the pile of men as they jockeyed for position, stabbing their "Untermensch" cocks into her.

"You'll make a fine mother." McManus said, closing the door. The truck drove away, and the credits started to roll. Bridget had lost count of how many orgasms she'd had, and only came back to reality when the movie was over. She wiped the sweat from her forehead, and stopped gyrating on his cock.

"You finished?" she asked.

"Honey, I was done 20 minutes ago, but there was no way I was gonna stop ya!" he said. Bridget stood up, catching her breath as his cum ran down her legs. It was a better movie than she thought it'd be, but it was time to head home.