She introduced herself as Madaline.
…..Yes, she thought to herself, he would do perfectly…..
Elenor was doing her chores, feeding the pigs in the hog barn when one of the younger girls trotted over, and informed her that she had been summoned to the big house. All she was told was that Helgar needed to see her.
Helgar was an officious middle aged lady, who only spoke German. Although a kindly matron-like figure, she always sounded like she was giving orders. Elenor spoke a little German too, and could usually make herself understood, but she seldom needed to. Helgar usually did all the talking…..
“Es ist Zeit, dich fertig zu machen, mein Kind, zieh deine Kleider aus” she directed her to the facilities down the corridor at the back of the cabin…
In the spartan changing room, Helgar turned Elenor around, back to her, and set about untying the laces and strings, and helping her out of her clothes and her loose underwear; letting them fall to the floor in a puddle around her feet. She looked the naked girl up and down, smiled, and nodded approvingly, then reached back to the wall, and set the shower running with a blast.
As the lukewarm water cascaded over her body, Elenor felt her nipples harden. Helgar took a soapy sponge from a bucket of hot water, and set about washing Elenor’s lythe body….
“So schöne Brüste” she smiled…..as she began swerling the bubbles in a gentle circular motion….. Under her arms…..over her breasts…..up in the cleft where her legs met…..Elenor let out a soft squeak….
Helgar surveyed Elenor’s soft blonde thatch, and pursed her lips….
“Männer mögen dich, um sie zu rasieren”, she murmured……She turned off the shower, and directed Elenor to sit back on a deep wooden bench to the side…
“Lehne dich zurück, mein Lieber, und öffne deine Beine”….
Elenor slowly brought her knees up to her chest, and parted them…..water and foam running in miniature rivers down the natural valleys of the graceful form; forks of blonde wet hair sticking to her shoulders. She looked away as Helgar took the soapy sponge, and warmly lathered up her most intimate area…….
“Jetzt sitz still, mein Lieber, das ist der knifflige Teilthen”, she said softly, as she reached into the pocket of her apron, and pulled out a razor….
For the third time that day, Arron pulled back on thrust lever reducing the torque on the PT6 engine, and the Cessna 208 Caravan began it’s lazy final descent. He would cross the short grass strip at right angles and at thousand feet, then make a left turn paralleling the runway, while gradually sinking all the way, before turning on final approach to land.
This was to be the last trip that the former marine corps pilot was to make to the Skyridge Colony that day. It was a 45 minute flight from St. Andrews, and he was ferrying the last of the supplies to the remote colony before the winter storms would come howling in from the north. There was a winter road that would make its way up there after the snow and ice settled in, but that wouldn’t be usable for at least another three months.
When he turned on final, selected the flaps and touched down gracefully with a faint cloud of dust, he was disappointed to notice that there was not a soul to be seen as there had been earlier. He taxied to a stop at the unloading area, feathered the idling propeller with a whoosh of air, and climbed down onto the dirt. The blades slowly windmilled to a stop, and the engine started to cool with the musical sound of metallic plinking.
As the October sun settled on the horizon, and with only minutes left until official sunset, Arron knew he was getting seriously pressed for time. Flying at night wasn’t the problem as both he and the airplane were certified for that, but departing an unlit strip, at night, could quite easily get him an air safety violation. But without help, he wasn’t going to get the freight unloaded before dark. He checked his solid divers watch.
After a few moments, he saw a lone woman walking over from the colony.
“Hello again Arron”, she smiled. It was Madaline. “I’m sorry we have no one available right now to help you unload. Unfortunately they’re all busy over at the top fields”. The gracious smile was still there; “But we certainly have accommodation for you here tonight”.
It wouldn’t be the first time that the former Marine had been stuck out in the middle of nowhere, and over the twelve years service, he had learned to be prepared.
“Thanks”, he smiled back…… quietly wishing that he could chill out for the evening, in front of a wide screen TV, with a cold beer and watching the game. But somehow, he figured that wasn’t going to happen either.
He choked the wheels, put on the covers and buttoned down the airplane. Then, taking out his backpack with his layover gear, he folded up the steps, shut the door, and followed Madaline up the path to the colony.
“I’m so sorry if this is a serious inconvenience to you Arron”, said Madaline, “But we will certainly do everything we can to make your stay as comfortable as possible”.
“Its OK”, he sighed gently, “Two tours of Afghanistan, and one of Somalia”, he grinned, “I’m sure I’ll cope”….
She led him up to the central house of the complex; a solid, two story log cabin that served as both central administration and visitors accommodation. There was a little activity as they climbed the wooden steps up onto the deck. Men, women, and children were all leaving the communal dining hall, crossing back and forth as they walked off to their family cabins; all chatting happily among themselves, as the community gradually wound down for the night. All greeted him with friendly nods and smiles.
Another lady, slightly older than Madaline, met them at the large oak door,
“Please excuse me”, said Madaline, “I have things I need to tend to. But this is Helgar”, she said, “The housekeeper. She will look after you. Unfortunately she doesn’t speak any English, but I will leave you in her very capable hands”.
“Thanks”, he nodded, and Madaline turned and walked back down the steps, and off into the dying light.
“Du bist ein sehr hübscher junger Mann… komm mit……komm mit!!” grinned Helgar, and hurriedly becomes him inside. “Ich denke, die junge Elenor wird es genießen, von dir gebettet zu werden!”…
…..”On my mothers side” grinned Arron, “but only on Wednesdays……”
Helgar led him though the rambling building to a cubicle at the back, with a damp smell of old lavender scented soap, and drain in the center of floor.
“Zieh deine Klamotten aus, wir machen dich sauber”…she said, taking his backpack off his arm and placing it aside on a bench. Then quite officially, without any warning, she grabbed the cotton of his t’ shirt, and pulled it up over his head..
“Woah lady!” he protested, but Helgar was totally unassuaged as she tossed it aside, and immediately set work on his belt buckle…..
“Lassen Sie uns Sie aus diesen und in die Dusche bringen!”…..
Stunned……well, that was probably a word that scarcely could do his current feelings any justice,…but he just silently gapped as the lady pulled his pants and shorts down leaving him naked…He stepped out of them as she pushed him to the center of the room. She then manipulated a small lever on the wall, and without warning, a blast of cool water blasted down from the ceiling like Niagra Falls. He gasped with shock.