Karen Star, the kryptonian extra dimensional refugee made her way to her private quarters. She disrobed as she entered and went straight to the shower. As one of the Reich’s Uber-women, and having a place in the central chancellery’s brothel system of “pleasure Valkyries,” she enjoyed a suite of rooms with all the finest furnishings. The shower alone could fit four people easily. Her closet was the big enough to park a tank in it. Finishing with her shower she dried herself off and went into her over sized closet. She picked a Lebensborn special uniform; Stockings, white leather corset, garter belt, white satin blouse, grey leather skirt and feminine cut blazer, heels and a flattening overseas cap all bearing insignia of her status as a high ranking NAZI Party breeder. She knew that this afternoon she was expected to accompany some of these fascist fuckheads to a propaganda event to inform the masses about how much better they were as slaves of this unholy empire.
“Deep breath Karen,” she told herself.
She looked around made sure she was alone and none of the maids were around, she then locked her doors and sealed herself in her closet and turned on some music. Then she pulled out the communicator devise and switched it on. She waited for the light to come on and then softly and quickly spoke into it.
“Beacon this is Sparrow, Beacon this is Sparrow. Subway stations identified, subway tracks may be compromised. Please confirm.”
“Sparrow this is Beacon, Subway stations identified, subway tracks may be compromised, will advise Telegraph Station. Out.”
Karen smiled and then turned off the communicator, behind her Emma smiled. Karen’s face went blank. Emma picked up her phone and sent a message to the signals intercept intelligence group. Emma then got up and patted Karen on the head and then Karen finally turned on her communicator for real…
*
Deep in the ruins of the former New York city, Barbara Gordon sat at her post as Beacon, the central operations communications officer for resistance. She handled the special deep cover agents; Bruce, Dick, Tim, Steph, Karen and a few others… But now she was waiting for a report.
“Beacon this is Sparrow, Beacon this is Sparrow. There is a sale on oranges at the grocery store, there is a sale on oranges at the grocery store.”
Barbara recognized Karen’s voice and cadence even with the built in distortions to protect the senders from the dreaded Signals Group.
“Sparrow this is Beacon,” Barbara spoke into her head set, “Understood, there is a sale on oranges at the grocery store. Out.”
The conversation was over just like that. The sentence had in fact spoke volumes. The high command was planning a series of attacks on Latveria and they would use Death Camp Suicide Battalion Shock Troops as their primary attack forces.
“Hay Clark,” Barbara called over her shoulder.
“What is it?” Superman appeared next to the red head.
“Message from your cousin,” Barbara turned around in her chair, “They are launching more of the Death Camp drones against Latveria.”
“Those poor people…” Clark sighed.
It was known amongst the resistance that if everyone who was sent to the death camps these days were given a screening and if you were deemed “functional,” they would send you to a special lab where your brain would be fried and you would be turned into a suicidally loyal drone that would kill on the orders of the Reich officers without thinking. More than a few captured resistance fighters returned with a Sturmgeweher and orders to kill their former friends. The one saving grace was that the process destroyed their brains so there was no way of them turning over operational data once they were converted.
Clark looked straight up.
“If Red Skull only knew that we were hanging out in his basement…”
“Bruce and Fury were good about keeping their underground construction secret…” Barbara agreed, “If he knew about these shelters built under the subway network he would be flooding us with drones. It is a good thing we all into shelters before he unleashed that wave that turned everyone into a NAZI prick.”
“Not all of us did,” Clark reminded her.
Barbara thought of Alfred who had been upstairs in the Manor when the blast hit and how they tried to stop him from alerting the Reich forces to the secrets of the Batcave…. She also remembered how giddy Susan and Reed Richards had been in executing their land lady and blowing up the Baxter building so the Hydra Palace could be built in its place, right above the central hub of the resistance’s underground bunkers.
*
Emma Frost strutted into Red Skull’s private office.
“Well?” Red Skull looked at the Arayn Mutant in her personalized white SS uniform.
“The Spy reported the planned offensive against Doom’s bots with our undermench as planned. Of course she wouldn’t have known about the seven panzer divisions since she was pulled out of the meeting for a titty fuck. The Signals Group report that they are now certain that the resistance is here on Manhattan. They have found signal repeaters on adjacent buildings,” Emma said as she sat on a couch nest to Red Skull’s desk.
“It is a dangerous game to have a double agent in our midst,” Red Skull intoned.
“Oh please,” Emma smiled, “she doesn’t even know she is a double agent. Besides Captain NAZI and his slut Kara are planning on betraying you when they get the chance.”
“Thankfully I have insurance that Kara will never betray me,” Red Skull smirked, “Now tell me, what do you think of Ophellia’s work at the Camps.”
“I never trusted magic,” Emma said.
“But it works so well,” Red Skull smiled, “Just look at how ordered and organized the world has become…”
Emma agreed as she took off her coat and unzipped her skirt. She knew that Red Skull had used Scarlet Witches powers to rewrite reality, and that it was those powers that turned ever woman into his willing and waiting sexual toy, but damned did his cock feel so good inside of her.