The bitingly cold air stiffenned the nipples of agent Val's large and elegant breasts. The cold white plains of the Antarctic surrounded her. Fortunately, the high tech thermo-fabric of her scant uniform shielded her from the extreme cold, while exalting the slender soft curves of agent Val's sensual body.
So far the mission had been uneventful. London's orders were to investigate the rumors about an ultra-secret Nazi unit that had hidden under the icy wastes of Queen Maud's land after the Allied bombs turned the Nazis impenetrable fortresses to rubble in the german heartland.
Decades after WWII, strange secret reports of unexplained events and misterious disappearences came from the science teams on the Antarctic. One especially deranged scientist even claimed that he had seen the old fuerher, kept alive by the horrific biological experiments of the sadistic nazi scientists. He was biding his time, deep in an underground base, protected by deformed super-soldiers, abhorrent products of the Nazi's dark science, surrounded by powerful robotic weaponry far more advanced than our wildest dreams. All was in place for the Nazi revenge, the time of the Fourth Reich was near.
Under the cold blue sky, Val's well trained eyes detected movement. The white ice was cracking, ripped apart by tremendous forces. Suddenly, a white-hot flash followed by a thunderous explosion threw Val over the icy plains, ripping her uniform and exposing her tender skin to the freezing air. From the hole in the ice jumped hirsute primate creatures wielding machine guns, as well as a fearful robotic war machine wich immediately started firing powerfull lasers. The sky turned to crimson.
Despite being half-naked in a desperate situation, Val's hands clutched her ion pulse carbine. It was her last stand, and she knew it. Her quivering, exposed breasts trembled while she shot back at the horde of primitive creatures and the robotic war machines. Her beautiful body was clearly outlined against the background of laser fire and the hail of bullets. Val's swansong came in a spectacularly brief battle.
Val awoke to find herself strapped to a bed. Her eyes focused on the gaunt tall Nazi officer whose decayed face and evil expression filled her with an unspeakable dread. His eyes lingered apreciatively over her naked, volutptuous body. Captured and helpless, Val shuddered at the thoughts of the horrors she was to be subjected to in the dark Nazi dungeons.
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