Monique Meets The Nazi A Story By A-Man champman125@yahoo.com French resistance fighter takes on ruthless Nazi colonel. Monique was a petite, rather shy French girl, being only 5'1" and touching the scale at a mere 99 lbs. With her auburn hair laying seductively on her shoulders, she was both, truly sensual and beautiful. Her slim willowy figure, although rather top heavy, was most appealing and desirable. Her beauty was to the extent that she sometimes attempted to dress-down and cover-up, to avoid undesirable attention. In other times her life would have been breezy and pleasurable, however this was late 1943 war-torn France. In the time since her country had been over- run by the Nazis, the French people were at their mercy. Monique sadly saw fellow countrymen become traitors and collaborate with the enemy, many others paid the ultimate price for resisting. Her own parents were executed for suspected treason. It was a time of total hell and chaos. Monique had long ago decided which side she was on. She was part of the famed French resistance. Monique provided valuable intelligence information obtained from drunken Nazi soldiers at the local inn and would often travel with secret communiques from town to town. Even her body was engaged in the fight for freedom, enduring the pawing and mauling for her country's sake. She was helping anyway she could. More than once she was brutally raped, just as her country had been. On the night of August 2, her life was forever changed. After surviving another evening of being groped and near-raped, she became aware of some very private information concerning a certain Nazi colonel. This information was valuable only to her. This was no ordinary colonel, but the man who had ordered her parents execution, charging them with aiding and sheltering some local partisan spies. She had never forgiven herself for being away on a mission at the time of their arrest, and she had vowed vengeance against the colonel responsible, as soon as she could identify their executioner. She believed the reason she survived was to extract revenge against this demon Nazi. Monique had learned the sadistic Colonel was being transferred to another unit. Her last chance for revenge would be tonight. Monique had a special secret plan for her special revenge. She would be judge, jury and executioner. The evening saw the colonel drinking and celebrating in honor of his new promotion. There was a party for his last night in the village. He would be leaving at dawn. His partying continued until the wee hours of the morning, at which time, he passed out in the tavern. The bar and town patrons slowly one by one slipped out of the bar, until the colonel was alone. The other local women led his Nazi comrades to an adjoining boarding house, until the bar was totally deserted, except for the solitary drunken colonel. There was now another shadow joining him, it was Monique. She eyed the man who was behind the sadistic, brutal torture, murder and unspeakable terror in her village. The barbarian appeared a true Aryan god being, 6'2", blonde and blue eyed with the physique unparalleled by any man, Monique had ever seen. Still she had no fear, as she was driven to destroy him or die trying. Revenge was her sole purpose. This was her personal mission; to kill this Nazi from hell. She studied this criminal of unspeakable crimes and wondered, in a different place and different time would he still be such an animal or was it possible he could be human. War can make such heinous monsters of men! The colonel awoke from his dreamy sleep and spying a seductive Monique suddenly came to life. Have a drink with me, my little French whore, he commanded! With that he pulled Monique onto his lap. His lecherous hands reached inside her blouse and skirt and they were all over her desirable anatomy like an octopus. The drunken soldier now had his drink in one hand and a pert supple breast in the other. Monique loathed his disgusting breath on her neck with his tongue and lips salivating on her like a madman, but she endured this, as part of the build-up to her revenge. With one motion he totally ripped off her blouse, baring her breasts to the cool night air, not to mention his massive hands. Her skirt was also torn by the lecherous colonel. Drunk as he was, he still had one thing on his mind. Monique on the other hand had other ideas. His lizard tongue attempted to fill Monique's throat, as he was consumed with passion and carnivorous lust. While the colonel was occupied, Monique carefully reached for her deadly surprise. She reached down and pulled a small knife from her garter. Slowly she brought the knife out. To distract the colonel Monique allowed herself to seemingly fall under the control of the colonel's huge arms, appearing to give herself willingly to the Nazi murderer. Her free hand toyed with the excited member between his legs. Carefully bringing the knife up, she planned for it to go directly into his heart. Monique plunged her knife into his chest. As luck would have it, at that very moment he moved and her thrust failed to produce the desired results. The blade barely did any serious damage, only a mere flesh wound. However, now the colonel was furious at this attempted murder. Had she missed striking his heart, possibly because he had none? He threw her to the floor. Topless with her skirt torn and tattered, only her red garter was still intact, Monique looked up at the Nazi madman. With a cold deadly voice he told her, For this you die, filthy whore! Just like my parents colonel, Monique shot back. The colonel was momentarily stunned. As she had revealed her motive, he knew exactly why Monique was there. Looking around he realized that he had been set-up, the bar was emptied for her to kill him. He looked at her and mockingly said, "do you think you could kill me all by yourself, little bitch"? Before he finished his sentence, she sprang into action. From her sitting position she dove fist first into his groin. From her knees, her fists pounded like pistons, into his Achilles heel. As if all his strength was lodged in his groin, the force of her sudden attack caused him to double over with a sick wretching sound. The solid punches connected just right, because the 230 lb giant sank to his knees cradling his severely damaged goods. Still, from his kneeling position, he had the strength to grab her by the hair and flung her savagely against a table. Monique landed with a thud, but luckily with no broken bones. Amazingly, she bounced right back up. Before he was able to fully regain his footing, she incredibly picked up a chair and slammed him across the head. The leg of the chair broke the bridge of his nose sending blood everywhere. Clutching his nose, he went down face first on to the floor, shaking the entire room with his weight. Like a she- devil with her adrenalin pumping, Monique the tigress was on him again. In a flash, jumping on his back, with both hands, she grabbed him by his hair and rammed his face into the splintered wooden floor. Repeatedly she rammed it down, delighting in the sounds of agony from the barbarian. The thudding beat of his head on the floor was sweet music to Monique. Over and over she slammed his now unrecognizable face into the hard wood. The floor was soon covered with a pool of blood from his mangled, disfigured face. The pride of Nazi Germany was by now, almost knocked out, but he still managed enough strength to roll over, knocking the spitfire Monique flying. Now weakened, he once again attempted to stand and locate his female tormentor. Finally, the drunken, bloodied and sweat covered Nazi staggered to his feet and stood facing the determined, fiery young Amazon. It was a surreal picture of the "French Apache dance" where a male and female engage in a type of dancing combat, resulting in death for one. Only now there was no music and certainly there was choreography. Facing her opponent, Monique stood almost totally naked, except for her red garter which had concealed her knife. The tiny spitfire Monique raised her fists to fight and informed him he would die for the murder of her parents and countless others. The colonel leaning against the bar with his mangled face, still managed to laugh while spitting out some broken teeth. He then began detailing for her just how much he enjoyed her parents last moments, begging for their lives, pleading with him, as he pointed his pistol to their heads. Before he finished, Monique again silenced him with a well placed savate-like kick to his jaw. The Nazi's head turned almost 180 degrees as his body reached a nearby table for support. Seeing the impressive results, she did it again with a force almost severing his head from his neck. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned and the strength in her legs was even more potent than her arms and her desire for revenge could never be measured. She was fighting with the determination of someone three-times her size. The colonel could not have been more dazed by her kicks, if they had come from a horse. Now, the 99 Lbs. of female terror moved in for some close quarter combat. A whirlwind of fists rained down upon the bewildered Nazi. She was crazed and the battle weary Nazi could not keep up. He was totally on the defensive as she backed him into the wall. More than twice her size, he was never-the-less being destroyed. I guess a fight between a pumped up Nazi gorilla and a pint-sized Amazon warrior is no contest. As he leaned against the wall, he was on the defensive, totally at Monique's mercy. She was really winding up with her shots, throwing haymakers that actually made his entire body quiver. She delighted hearing ribs crack and the groans of pain her punches brought. Tough as he was, the Nazi could only withstand so much punishment. Slowly he sank against the wall, edging down to a sitting position. Monique, never-the- less continued her relentless assault. Her own glistening sweat covered body, was now also drenched in blood from the Nazi colonel. He was totally out and most likely, nothing more than a bloodied corpse, by the time an exhausted Monique collapsed in satisfaction. She collected her thoughts and slowly got up, going to the bar for a drink, and wondering how her comrades would dispose of her victim. This was the first time she turned her back on him. This was a mistake as he was not quite dead, yet. Monique only heard the sound of glass breaking. She turned and saw him diving towards her with a broken whisky bottle. "Now you die," he screamed! The "French Apache dance" was reaching its final act. Monique reacting on instinct danced away, to avoid his tackle. After he landed, she dove on top and they grappled for control of the deadly broken bottle. This moment seemed like no contest, with the superior strength and power of the all-powerful Nazi gorilla against this petite French vixen. Largely in her favor however, was the fact that he already had taken quite a beating from this warrior woman. No one can calculate the incredible power of her vengeance, no matter what the odds. Monique had won the battle, now she must win the war. As they rolled around wrestling for control of the shattered bottle, revenge became the overriding deciding force. Monique wound up sitting on the nazi's chest, although she was still hanging on for dear life. Naked except for her garter, she now actually began to turn the glass in the direction of the massive and very dumbfounded Nazi. His biceps strained and his arms buckled under her frenzied force. Monique was hell-bent on revenge and would not be denied this night. Using the force of her entire body, she began to push the bottle toward his chest. His eyes grew wide in utter disbelief, as the sheared glass made contact with his skin. Layer after layer was pierced in her attack. How was it possible this French girl could impale the pride of Nazi Germany in this death match. Monique forced the bottle into his chest. Using all of her strength , she kept forcing the bottle in deeper and deeper, until it exited from his back, pinning him to the floor. His resistance began to subside. In desperate trouble now, he attempted to scream for help. Monique muffled his feeble screams as she covered his mouth with her hand. Eye to eye, she could see his remaining moments close up. The horror he had inflicted on so many was now his to endure. His massive frame slowly stopped bucking and his attempts at screaming for help became nothing more than a whisper. His face became frozen in a grim death mask of fear. Eventually, he stopped moving; only then was her thirst for revenge finally quenched. Monique with one final gesture of defiance kicked him squarely in his genitals sending them back up somewhere in his body. She would make a good soccer player someday. She then grabbed some clothing and disappeared into the night. Her comrades returned to the bar to clean up and dispose of the body. One more small victory in this battle to end this horrible war. Monique now realized, she would never again, need to fear any man, no matter what size or shape. No longer would she endure rape for her country, now she would take the offensive and drive the male Nazi oppressors all the way back to Germany. Monique in gaining her own private revenge finally felt personal liberation, now she would liberate her country.