The Lift

The Lift

Chapter Two.

The engines roared into life and Merlin grinned like a child on Christmas morning, his navigator Laurie Macleod was weary but shared in his joy that 'Jenny' would be fit for flight once again,

"You're a bloody marvel, Mac!" Merlin clapped his hand on his narrow-shouldered friend, while Elsa looked on and smiled at the two men,

"It was those Luftwaffe fellas too! They stripped the engine in hours and managed to fabricate a replacement valve," Mac looked over to the boiler-suited Elsa, "Your men know what they are about, Fraulein Elsa. Upon our return, I would buy the crew a beer!" Mac was effusive, despite his tiredness,

"Frau Roedel will be taking to the skies with us on our return to Hamburg," Merlin smiled and indicated to her, "and she's agreed to watch your gauges, so you can get some shuteye,"

"Oh, that's grand. I need my bed!" Mac smiled.

Within the hour, the aged C-47 had taxied to the grass runway at Tempelhof and then leapt forward off the brakes as the engines belched oily smoke from the exhausts. The cargo aircraft rattled and rumbled down the runway in the grey-cloud sky, heaving its body up into a steep climb.

In the cockpit, Elsa tightened on her flight straps and harness and forced a smile as she looked across at Merlin, ensconced in controlling the throttles and pulling the landing gear levers, his old leather flight helmet flattened his hair, and then looked over to her. His eyes softened, and he felt a numb ache in his left shoulder. He returned the smile. He duly monitored the dials and gauges but couldn't help but look up at her. His mind snapped back to the sweaty caress of the dawn's light. He woke with a savage stiffness slid his hand over her pelvis and pulled her onto her back. She didn't resist, her head rolled to rest on the pillow next to him,

"Steck deinen Schwanz zu mir," She whispered, "put your cock in me!" her eyes softened to him, as she pulled at his hands, and guided them to her mounds, topped with her own stiff nipples. Raising himself upon his elbow, Merlin slipped a practised hand down her belly, found her tuft of coarse hair and tugged at it. He pulled himself onto her and took each nipple in his mouth and sucked hard on each one, and enjoyed the sensation of her flesh stiffening further, flowering at his lips' touch and the edge of his teeth. She moaned softly and opened her legs to him, and Merlin found his prick and put it to her damp pussy. She gasped at the thickness of him at her tender parts and then grasped at his tight buttocks and pulled him inside her hungry sex,

"Oh Elsa!" Merlin groaned as he forced his glans into her tightness, her lips initially resisting him until he split her open and plundered her depths. So strong was the sensation that she gasped and bit into Merlin's shoulder, her teeth nibbled at his flesh, as his cock built up his pace as he felt her pussy lubricate to ease his penetration.

"Füll mich mit diesem Schwanz!" She pleaded; she wanted him inside her now. Elsa had enjoyed the sense of him beside her in bed, more than she thought she would. As they held each other after the sex, Elsa enjoyed his warmth, the joy of the physical being in her narrow bed. All this and the wonderful soreness of her pussy. As they both woke, her need for him was plain as she shoved rude fingers down to her pubic hair and then into her slippery labia, and finally in her clenching opening and then felt his hand rolling her over. Oh, the utter bliss of a man pushing himself into her pussy and making her want him, it was so potent. She revelled in his manliness, even though Merlin was blissfully unaware of her other motive for the flight to Hamburg, it didn't distract from the joyous sense of her feeling complete.

Merlin knew his morning erection would not last very long, but it was incredible. Her tightness gripped his cock and as he rammed himself into her tightness, his balls clenched savagely. Elsa felt how close he was and put her hands to his face,

"Schieß deine Wichse auf meine Titten!" She looked into his eyes, "Just let yourself go, make me dirty!" She felt his stiffness slide squelching from her and watched him stroke his member until a moment later she closed her eyes to feel the hot splashing of his semen on her chest and chin.

As the plane banked slightly to follow the corridor that took the plane away from Germany, Merlin could see the other transport aircraft that wavered in front of him. Elsa looked out the side windows and saw the faint outlines of other silvered C-47s flying into Berlin. She glanced at Merlin, who was busy with the radio, checking with the USAAF radio controllers who were now in full control of the aircraft relay in and out of the city. Elsa craned to see Laurie, asleep on a makeshift bed of sacks and his fur-lined flight jacket as a blanket. Elsa adjusted her headphones, and again wriggled against the constraints of the throat microphone apparatus, then twisted the RT switch to transmit,

"Merlin, how long will the flight be?" She thumbed the receiver switch. Merlin looked over and smiled,

"Another 55 minutes Elsa," He looked through the windscreen and pointed, "The Yanks have organised the planes into a ceiling stack, so the planes are more efficiently managed. We'll be down soon. I've already been told, we'll be hauling flour and coal again and heading back to Berlin in an hour," He gave a thumbs up. Elsa returned his thumbs up,

"I will have to go into the city, to see my people there, but I'll be back for a return flight?" She asked, knowing that the schedule would be tight. She had been managing ground crews long enough to know that flights would be landing every few minutes, so with loading and unloading taking less than half an hour, Merlin's plane would be easy to catch,

"I'm flying throughout the night, so I'm afraid you'll have to wait at Hamburg Airport. Don't worry I'll get you back to Berlin again," He smiled, and she returned the smile. At Hamburg, the 'Jenny taxied to the coal buns that had a gang of loaders, sacks in their hands ready to begin loading. Mac had woken up and tumbled back to the rear cargo doors and Elsa followed him. As she brushed past Merlin, she leaned in and kissed him on his nose, an unexpected intimacy which she used to share with her husband. As she jumped down from the cargo bay, she waved goodbye to Laurie MacLeod and ran over to the German cargo supervisor,

"Guten Morgen, Sir, ich bin Elsa Roedel. Ich bin der Betreuer bei Tempelholf. Ich habe geschäftlich mit ihr in Hamburg zu tun," she smiled and fished out her Tempelhof identification papers. The Hamburg supervisor, a officious man with bald head and large grey whiskers screwed up his nose, read them and returned them,

"Sehr gut, ich erwarte von Ihnen, dass Sie zeitnah hierher zurückkehren und mit demselben Flugzeug nach Berlin zurückkehren. Miss Rodeo, wir sind kein Taxidienst," He handed back the papers,

"Ja, Ich werde so schnell wie möglich mit demselben Flugzeug zurückkehren, Herr Vorgesetzter," She smiled and bustled past the man, having brushed off his comment about using the planes as a convenient taxi service. She saw a truck slow down ran over to the cab and asked for a lift. The Female driver readily agreed and took her to the transport depot at the airport. Using her innate charm and credentials, Elsa managed to wrangle a lift into the ruins of Hamburg. Once in the older part of the city, she made her way to Frank'sche Sieldlung, or what was left of it. She fished out a scrap of paper read the address and walked south to Mohlendannen and found the building that stood like a broken tooth. As she approached, she saw the thick grey reinforced door. She knocked on the door three times, and a large bespectacled man, with a beard and thick walrus moustache,

"Ja?" He asked curtly, his voice sinister and harsh. A man not to be tested,

"Elsa Roedel, Ich bin wie gewünscht gekommen," She spoke quietly. The man shut the door for a moment and then opened it again, now realising she was expected,

"Komme!" The word was growled. He led her across the threshold, shut the door, and then instructed her to walk ahead. She walked through the dusty, musty corridor and into another much larger room, with a group of men, hefting large wooden crates and sacks, all marked as Red Cross and US-printed emblems. At one end of the room was a small desk, a small-looking man, bespectacled and with thing grey hair sat Helmut Loso, former Gestapo chief in Hamburg and now one of the largest handlers of stolen goods and black marketeer in Western Germany. A man she owed and now had to repay him with interest. He didn't look up from a heap of papers and files, teetering on his desktop, Elsa stood before him,

"Herr Loso, I have the means to repay your loan. I have access to an aircraft and a pilot to fly it," She announced quietly,

"So, you have used your considerable charms on this pilot and can trust him to deliver on your promises?" Loso chuckled, his grey eyes glistened behind his lenses. He wanted to transport his black-market goods into Berlin, and this was the perfect opportunity.

"He doesn't know," Elsa confessed. She needed Merlin, she needed him to smuggle Loso's goods into Berlin. Loso held a debt and more than that, she wanted more than anything else; to leave Berlin for good. To emigrate to America and live quietly. Merlin's entry into her life was completely unplanned, but she couldn't let such a fortunate turn of events go without an attempt. If she could use Merlin to transport Loso's illicit cargo for twenty or even ten trips, her debt of $500 would be paid off and then she could find a way to get to America.

"Each trip will remove $50 from your debt. Ten trips will settle it," Loso sighed, his voice lacking any emotion. Elsa looked up, and thought for a moment,

"If I agree to twenty trips, I want papers to leave Germany. How much will that cost?" She looked at him, trying to work out if he would agree to it,

"It will be another $500, enough for a visa and passport. You will of course need a husband; will your pilot friend marry you?" Loso chuckled, "Whatever your plan is, remember that the sacks that have my cargo are marked with the red cross. Make sure those sacks are handled by my people, I trust,"

"How am I supposed to ensure that?" Elsa asked, thinking how she would have to get Loso's men into the work gangs,

"Your problem. Just ensure you get the sacks to the right people," Loso looked up. He smiled at Elsa and then watched her walk back along the corridor and shook his head, "Elsa, you could wipe out all your debt and earn your exit visa and passport in one trip, if you want?"

Elsa stopped and made her way back to Loso, "How?"

"You ground your pilot's plane in Berlin, and allow my team to stow a very special cargo on his plane and then have him fly it back here, then have my people retrieve it," Loso looked at Elsa, "Well?"

Elsa found herself stunned, one trip and everything would be paid, and she could get out of Germany, "One trip, and how can I get his plane grounded?" Elsa's mind raced, what could she do? What was the cargo Loso wanted to smuggle out of Berlin? She couldn't think of what he might want to smuggle out. The journey back to the airfield was wearing, and Elsa felt terrible. She hated feeling that she was using Merlin,

"Well, you are!" She chided herself. The ruined city of Hamburg depressed her spirits. She began to weep quietly. She had hitchhiked on a lorry of a US service truck that was filled with stifling flour dust, but she tolerated it. As the airfield came into view, her stomach tightened, and she tried to hold it all inside. As she got to the entrance, she showed her work card and was allowed into the hangers sat alone on a heap of milk powder crates, and waited for Merlin's C-47 to fly in. A German mechanic had offered her a cup of hot coffee, and she sat with them until the later afternoon, and she heard the unmistakable drone of aircraft engines. She had sat in silence, then taken the chance to read through the ground crew's orders and suddenly an idea sprang from the pages. She could actually manage the smuggling upon the aircraft, in one fell swoop, and perhaps if Merlin would forgive her she and he might have a future.

As 'Jenny' rolled to a stop, and Mac opened the cargo door, for the loading party of enlisted Hamburg citizens, to begin filling her hold with flour and coal, Elsa ran over and climbed aboard.

"Fraulein Elsa! You back. Hitching another ride, Miss?" Mac smiled warmly,

"Ja, I'll go forward and fly with Merlin, is that alright?" She asked, smiling,

"Of course, Miss!" Mac looked at her disappear up the aircraft and then looked at the sacks being loaded, Och! Are you trying to bring us down from the sky?"

Elsa climbed into the cockpit and Merlin turned around,

"Elsa my darling! I'm glad you've come back to me. I feared you'd forgotten all about me!" He smiled, his face sweaty from the flights he had taken whilst Elsa had made her way through Hamburg's streets, "Your mission all completed?" Merlin watched her don the radio headphones and the throat repeaters,

"I have!" She turned to Merlin, "But you're not going to like the new USAAF rules they are bringing in!" She frowned, "I'll tell you everything, once we are in the air!"

End of Chapter Two.