Awakening Grendel, Stage Five

The woman once known as the Golden Guardian, Markie Anderson, flinched away from the hand of her new "owner" Ilsa Hauppman. She and her current partner, Helloween, had been deliberately trapped and beaten by another one of this woman's servants earlier in the evening. They had both been shackled and tossed into the trunk of a waiting sedan and taken to an unknown location. It was sterile like a lab, with dozens of those bio-enhanced "nazi" soldiers and scientists. It was definitely underground, but Guardian had no idea where as she had been unconscious most of the trip. Helloween, being a member of the living dead might, have known at least how long they had traveled, but thus far she hadn't gotten a chance to speak with her...and she doubted that would change for some time. They had been stripped down, searched, shaved of all their body hair and then shackled into tight leather and latex bondage gear. A ball-gag was placed firmly in their mouths before their new masks were pulled down. She was cold and completely exposed. Now she found herself kneeling alongside their leader, naked, defeated and humiliated. Tears began to form in her eyes for the first time since she had woken up at just how dire her situation was. She imagined Helloween was experiencing the same emotions.

The leader of the Fourth Reich sat on a massive stone chair in her audience chamber, deep below the old industrial area of the city. It was a hushed stone, circular vault-like room replete with richly-embroidered tapestries and full scale-wall carvings which concentrated the Earth's energies as she had made certain that the room was situated at the intersection of several ley-lines on it's construction. One day this entire mystical chamber would be moved above ground when the city was hers, on this exact spot. Ilsa gently ran her hand over the woman's latex covered head, fingers gliding across her cheek. She smiled, sensing the woman's humiliation and fear as she flinched back from her hand. She grinned wider and leaned over to her newest acquisition.

"Fräulein Anderson, I intend to keep you here for the remainder of whatever life I wish to bestow on you. You have the most beautiful blue eyes...and you had lustrous blond hair, not unlike my own. I think after some training and re-education you will be gene-enhanced and serve me as an officer in my Reich. You probably won't look the same however...I think I will increase your muscle mass by 100-150%. Besides it will compliment your vast array of fighting prowess. Your undead friend however will be handed over to my Research and Development division once I have finished my fun with her. Who knows what they will reshape her into for me there. You should count yourself fortunate for your ancestry, ja?"

She finished this point by slapping Guardian hard across the face with her palm. She let out a muffled yelp through the gag and her eyes welled up, tearing streaming. She caught a glance at Helloween whose eyes bulged in terror, unable to do anything to help Guardian or herself. Genocide reached over and pulled Markie's head back over so she was facing her once more. She looked into the woman's desperate, pleading eyes, her own face completely hardened and stoic, before smirking and once again resuming gentle stroking to her chin. The door across her chamber slid open mechanically and her greatest creation strode in, just as she had been summoned. Ilsa leaned back, continuing to rub on her new slave. Grendel crossed the room quickly and quietly before stopping a few feet away from her seated master. She bowed her hairless head and gave Ilsa the Nazi salute. Genocide looked over her creation with interest.

The first thing she noted was that Grendel's flesh had taken on a decidedly darker flesh tone, like staining a wooden floor. She had lost her alabaster white skin long ago, but even the reddish tone her flesh had taken on was gone. Now it had a discolored look, purplish in places, certainly turning darker like someone who suffered from extreme frostbite. Ilsa chalked it up to the serum that was coursing through her body instead of blood and the fact that she had in fact been frozen in cryogenic freeze for so very long. She frowned slightly at the sight of her slave in this state, but then she began to appreciate the irony of it all. Grendel was not wearing her entire uniform, but merely the light mesh under-armor. It hugged her form and accentuated her powerful biologically and cybernetically enhanced body. Ilsa clapped her hands together slowly, nodding, her eyes full of praise.

"You have done very well Grendel, these two "heroes" were no match for you. I wanted to thank you personally for the new pets you have brought me and congratulate you on a job masterfully done. Wundervoll! "

"Thank you master." Grendel placed her right hand across her powerfully muscled and armor-plated abdomen, bowing slightly. "It pleases me to make you happy."

Ilsa rubbed her hands together, her eyes flashing. "Very soon you will have another assignment Grendel, and this time the target will be much more difficult than these two American Hündinnen I assure you."

Grendel raised her head and met her master's gaze with her emerald green eyes. "When would you have me bring you the head of the Soviet?"

Ilsa frowned at that and crossed her legs, her jackboot heel leaning hard into the Guardian's left breast-flesh. The girl yelped again, her firm breasts nothing more than a foot-rest to this Nazi bitch. She began to wiggle her way to the side but a withering gaze from Genocide and she was content to just whimper and stay there. "You are not going after her just yet. Herr Doktor Henderson would like to run more tests of your abilities. He is unconvinced and would like a second demonstration of your strength, speed and resilience. He has discussed his concerns with me and Sowjetischen Superfrau is not going anywhere. Therefore we have selected a second target."

Grendel nodded, obviously agitated. "I do not want you to have any doubts about my abilities master. Let me prove myself to you."

"'I' do not have any doubts my precious, our 'Red Doktor' does. Ordinarily I would have had him flayed for daring to so openly second guess me, but the Herr Doktor has not been wrong thus far and has been a loyal and brilliant servant. He is also quite skilled with his charm and flattery, which goes a long way. He and his team retro-fitted and installed your newest technology so I am going to let him have his test. It will only prove me right in the long run."

The dark, bald woman smiled. "I will leave no questions in their minds master: Yours is the superior intellect."

Genocide motioned her over with her finger and the dark woman quickly crossed the few steps over to her, sitting down at her feet like a loyal hound. Ilsa ran her hands along her smooth head and closed her eyes.

"I have business with my ally, the Succubus, very soon. When I have finished with that you will be given your next target my dear. Until then why don't you enjoy the spoils of your victory a bit, hmmm?" Her eyes flashed over to Helloween for the briefest of seconds. Grendel nodded and smiled. "This one, like you, does not need to breathe, eat, drink or sleep. You can spend all the time you want making her yours, breaking her."

"Thank you my master." she said as she moved alongside the helpless heroine. Grabbing her by the chin, Grendel drew her long, cold tongue across her cheek while gripping her breasts hard with steel-like hands. She was busy ravaging the poor girl when Ilsa's communicator echoed through the chamber. Never taking her eyes off her slave whetting her sexual excitement she answered it. "Sprich mit mir..."

"Reichsführer, it is Obersturmbannführer Koch. I am happy to report that Mr. Black has returned from his mission dealing with Colonel Drake. He says he has something he made for you that he thinks you would very much like to see."

"Excellent Koch, tell him I very much look forward to it." She paused and watched as Grendel threw the poor girl backwards on the floor and began to pull at the restraints between her thighs hungrily. "Poor Victoria, she was a fool to think she could betray me and live through the week."

"Herr Reichsführer, I wanted to ask if I had permission to green-light Operation: Achillies? My 'girls' are eager to further prove themselves to you my Reichsführer."

Genocide licked her lips as the poor girls muffled screams were intermingled with moans at this point. Grendel was savaging the poor dear. "Request denied."

There was a long silence before the voice spoke again. "Reichsführer, all three wish to have the opportunity to once again show you what they are capable of. Given the..."

Ilsa's attention snapped back to her conversation with Koch. She was now clearly irritated. "I am not in the habit of having my orders second-guessed by my second-in-command, no matter how much she feels she and her squad have earned it. Request denied Helena. Am I clear this time?"

"Crystal. Understood Reichsführer." The communicator went silent.

The seated women turned her attention back to Grendel, steepling her fingertips in front of her face. "Enjoy her to the fullest my pet. In a day or two you will confronting a much more dangerous game..."



To Be Continued...
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