The mankillers of Femville part 2.
By Utrea
Series about an all female resistance group in nazi occupied France during WWII.


Chapter1

The French countryside which lay at the foot of the Montmarche hills was
bathed in the cold silver light of the moon in a cloudless summer sky, the
fields stood empty and silent. Then; almost imperceptible at first but getting
steadily louder; the tranquillity was disturbed by the steady drone of the
twin engined C47 transport plane.

On board , the pilot cursed his bad luck. They had encountered no German night
fighters as yet , but if they did they would be sitting ducks. The aircraft
was unarmed and his only defence against attack would have been to hide
amongst the clouds. He felt hideously exposed and vulnerable, although the
land passing below stood out in sharp relief greatly aiding navigation. He had
wanted to cancel the mission but had been ordered to proceed , the importance
of completion outweighing the risk of the loss of his plane and crew.

The pilot’s sentiments were shared by the loadmaster Sgt. Obannion as he
stared balefully at the two passengers sat opposite each other on benches
running the length of the plane’s fusilage.

"What". He thought, "The hell were they doing here, risking their asses just
so two broads could be delivered to the Frenchies. And why was the the hell
was Uncle Sam sending chicks to fight a man’s war anyway"? It just didn’t make
sense.

. If either Captains Tina Carlsen or Traci Johnson could have read Sgt.
Obannion’s thoughts they would not have been in a position to provide him with
answers. This was; in part; because they were OSS operatives and the Sgt.
didn’t need to know , but also because the full details of their mission were
unknown even to them.

Shortly before they embarked on the mission, the girls had received their
final instructions from Colonel Masterson at the USAAF base somewhere in the
East of England.

He had said "Ladies, as you know, you are here as volunteers because the
demands that your country asks of you now, we would not order anyone to do
against their will. You have been selected for this mission because of your
ability to speak French and German, your outstanding skills in close combat
and for your physical looks.

I am aware that my last comment was a little unorthodox and that your
knowledge of the mission details is severely limited, and for this I make no
apologies. You are about to team up with one of the most successful resistance
groups in France. The work you do there will be dangerous and at times
extremely unpleasant. The utmost secrecy has been the key to their successes
and that is why you have not been told of the mission’s details in case you
are captured. But know this. Your work will be invaluable to the Allied cause
and top priority has been given to make this mission a success. In short,
ladies, you are going because you are the best".

Now as the C47 neared the drop zone, the fusilage was suddenly by the lit by
the dull red glow of the warning lamp. The Sgt. moved to the loading door and
opened it. At the same time both agents rose from their seats and attached the
static ripcords of their parachutes to the overhead rails and made their way
to the open door. Tina leading . There was no need for words, both girls knew
exactly what to do, besides with the roar of the plane’s engines and the night
air rushing past the open jump door, speech was impossible

Both girls’ eyes were on the steady red light above the door and as it turned
to green without a moment’s hesitation, they stepped out into the night sky.
Obannion quickly dispatched a cylindrical supplies container after them and
re-closed the door.

For the girls, the sudden change in their environment was welcome. Where once
they had been confined to the dark, cramped and extremely noisy belly of the
transport plane now they were gently dropping earthward in relative quiet,
only disturbed by the now gentle drone of the transport’s engines as it turned
and began making it’s way back to England.

Chapter 2

Tina hit the ground first. The still night air ensured that she had more or
less landed with pin-point accuracy at the foot of the wooded hills. She stood
and released herself from the parachute harness before removing the steel
helmet she wore and letting her dark brown hair cascade around her shoulders.
Her 5ft. 11in. body with it’s 36d 24 34 figure was hidden beneath absurdly
over large standard issue combat fatigues and jump boots. Traci landed no more
than 20 yards away, her outsized uniform swamping her 5ft. 6in. frame even
more than Tina’s had her. Although smaller in stature than her companion,
Traci, nonetheless , possessed an athletic body and her pretty face was framed
with shoulder length blonde hair.

"You okay?" Tina asked.

"Yeah" Traci replied as the supplies container landed another 20 yards in
front of the tree line.

The girls gathered in their parachutes, then ran to the container and began to
drag it towards the cover of the trees, to await their French resistance
contact.

They were still 10 yards away when suddenly they heard the unmistakable sound
of a rifle round being chambered. They immediately froze in their tracks and
went to draw their service pistols, but it was too late.

"Hande hoch" shouted a gutteral voice "Turn around slowly and make no sudden
moves or we will fire".

The girls turned with mounting dread to see two German soldiers emerge from
the trees. They stood side by side, the one on the left with his rifle aimed,
while the other carried a Schmeisser.

"Cover me" the man with the machine pistol ordered his comrade. He allowed the
muzzle of his weapon to drop while he searched for a torch on his equipment
belt. Finding it, he switched it on and directed the light beam on to the
faces of the two agents.

Chapter 3

Feldwebel Fleischer was an ambitious man. A regular soldier in the Wermacht
before the war, he welcomed the outbreak of hostilities as a chance to prove
himself. However fate had not been kind to the man and a training accident had
kept him out of the French invasion. Even worse, after they had passed him fit
to return to duties, he had been posted to the logistics depot at Femville as
a quarter master. While he was here; he reasoned; he was never going to be in
a position to win the coveted Iron Cross. That was until the maquis had begun
their series of attacks on German troops. To date nobody alive had ever
sighted the enemy,but they were thought to be holed up somewhere in the
forested hills of Montmarche. He had heard, of course, of the horror tales
told by other soldiers who had recovered the bodies of their slain comrades,
how they had all been strangled to death and had died with such grotesque and
frightening expressions on their faces. However his ambition got the better of
his nervousness and he began patrolling the area at night coercing others to
assist him.

Tonight, he was accompanied by Private Muller, who had been taken in by
Fleischer’s tales of unfulfilled glory. Certain that nothing could possibly
happen to him while he was with a soldier of the Sergeant’s calibre he could
see himself walking along the streets of his native Berlin, the proud
possessor of his own Iron Cross. Also, if they could kill or even better
capture members of this mysterious maquis, Oberst von Horst, in his gratitude,
may grant him the use of Mme. LaVenger’s girls up at the chateau, or even
perhaps Mme LaVenger herself. This last thought had made him erect with carnal
lust.

So it was that the soldiers were furtively scouting for evidence of the
elusive maquis, when they heard the C47 approaching. They could scarcely
believe their good fortune when they saw the parachutes deploy from the
aircraft and descend slowly towards their location. Silently, Fleischer
beckoned Muller to follow him and they made their way to the forest’s edge to
see the parachutists land in open land about 20 yards away from their
position. They saw the two figures retrieve the container and start to drag it
back toward their position. They had their backs turned to the Germans as they
got nearer. When they were still 10 yards off , Fleischer hissed "Jetzt!".

Muller drew the bolt of his Mauser rifle to the rear and then pushed it home,
chambering a round. At the same time Fleischer shouted "Hande hoch".

He was delighted to see both figures freeze and comply with his further
instruction to turn around. This was going to be easy. The two now stood
motionless before him were not going to make a fight of it. Prisoners could be
interrogated and made to talk, and he; Hans Fleischer; was going to be a
famous man. He and Muller now stood and walked out of the tree line in front
of their enemy. Fleischer ordered Muller to cover him. He then lowered his own
weapon and retrieved a powerful hand lamp he had attached to his equipment
belt.

"Now to get abetter look at our captives" he thought grinning to himself

He switched the lamp on and let it’s beam shine into the faces of the two
figures before him. His smile faltered. Something was wrong

"Frauen?" he said disbelievingly.

"Was ist......." Muller began equally bewildered.

It was the last words that either man ever spoke.

Chapter 4

Irene and Pavla had parked the Renault sedan off a dirt track just inside the
forest boundary and made their way to the rendezvous point on foot. They had
arrived just before dusk and had waited patiently in a hide they had prepared,
for the arrival of the two visitors from England. They had lain motionless for
three hours before they heard the faint, but steadily increasing drone of the
transport’s engines. They were about to move to the forest’s edge, when they
heard the sound of movement in the undergrowth. They both froze as the sounds
got nearer until they could see two figures approaching them. Just as it
seemed that they would be discovered, the two figures changed direction and
moved towards the forests’edge.

Now the girls could see, by he shape of the intruders’ helmets in silhouette,
that they were German troops.

Pavla and Irene knew that they had to eliminate the soldiers, but how to get
near enough to them was the question. If they moved against them now, the
Nazis would hear them coming. No, they would have to wait and see how things
developed.

They saw their chance as the two soldiers challenged the OSS agents and broke
cover. Using the sounds made by the Germans to mask their own movements, the
girls rose from their hide and stalked the two men. Without speaking, they
each selected a victim and prepared themselves for action.

Irene withdrew a stocking from her shoulder bag. She made a large knot in the
middle, then she wound the ends a couple of turns round each hand then
stretched the nylon mesh taut until it was about 18 inches long.

They looked at each other a final time and then sprinted silently towards
their respective victims. They struck together.

Irene, heard her man say "Was ist......" and then she was on him. She crossed
her wrists and looped the stocking around his neck. She pulled violently on
the ends of her nylon garrotte and forced her right knee into the small of the
soldier’s back and pushed forward. The combined pushing and pulling action
forced the German to arch his back, unbalancing him and sending him crashing
forward. Irene fell with him, never relinquishing her throttling hold on his
neck or taking her knee from his back. The soldier had dropped his rifle to
instinctively claw at the nylon thong choking him, the knot crushing his
windpipe making it impossible for him to breathe. His eyes bulged and his
tongue began to protrude from his mouth as his face turned crimson

Pavla; as she approached Fleischer; clenched her fists together. and raised
her arms high above her head before delivering a paralysing blow to the back
of the Feldwebel’s neck. The effect was to make the stunned soldier collapse
to his knees. Not allowing him any time to recover, she tore the helmet from
his head and tossed it aside. Then, hitching up her skirt, she threw one long,
black stockined leg over his neck until she was straddling his shoulders. Her
weight on the back of his neck forced the German forward, but before he could
fall she brought her thighs together, trapping his neck just above her knees.
She leaned forward and cupped her right hand under his chin and planted her
left hand on the top of his head for leverage.. Then easing up the pressure
with her legs, she savagely twisted her victim’s head a quarter turn to the
right. Had she so desired, she could have broken the Nazi’s neck there and
then but that was not her plan. Having aligned the soldier’s windpipe she
clamped her legs shut again crushing it against right thigh while her left
applied pressure to the back of his neck. He made a hideous gurgling noise as
his hands tried to prise her thighs apart to relieve the choking pressure.
Pavla calmly seized Fleischer’s wrists in her hands and tore them away from
her legs. She then silenced the doomed man’s gurgles by crossing her ankles
thus further increasing the strangling pressure on his neck and closing his
airway completely. She now held him in a classic standing scissor hold.

So the two girls carried out their grim tasks in silence. Irene glanced up
once to see Tina and Traci looking at them in awe. She snapped at them "Don’t
just stand there. Get out of those uniforms, then over to those trees" she
said indicating with a nod of her head ."There you will find clothing like
ours. Put them on"

The agents quickly retrieved the clothing and brought them back. They began to
strip out of their military uniforms and don the uniform of the chateau girls
consisting of a white satin blouse, short black figure hugging skirt, sheer
black seamed nylons and black patent stiletto court shoes. As they dressed the
American girls found they were unable to tear their gaze away from the
Germans’ demise, finding it incredibly arousing watching two young girls
choking the life out of fully trained soldiers.

"So much for the master race" Tina observed drily.

Talking to the agents had momentarily distracted Irene from her task and the
blonde girl had inadvertently let up with the pressure of the stocking
allowing her victim to breath. Now glancing back down at him, she saw that he
had nearly succeeded in reaching his fallen rifle.

"No you don’t" Irene said smiling grimly and again hauled on the stocking.

Traci reached for the rifle and moved it out of harms way. It was to be
Muller’s only act of defiance as he slowly succumbed to the relentless
constriction of his throat. As he weakened, Irene found she could remove her
knee from dying man’s back and straddle him. Her skirt rode up exposing creamy
white thighs above the dark nylon of her stocking tops. His futile struggles
were stimulating her to orgasm, and she bit her lip as the first waves washed
over her, moaning softly as she ever tightened the garrotte around his neck
The frantic scrabbling of his legs slowed. His hands gave up the unequal
struggle of trying to remove the stocking and fell away. His struggling gave
way to nervous twitching as the last vestige of life was throttled out of him.
At last he was still, his purple face twisted and bloated into a rictus of
agony and horror. His blackened tongue lolled out of his mouth and his
bloodshot eyes bulged sickeningly.

Pavla was relishing the complete control she had over Fleischer who was slowly
being choked to death between her legs. She was perfectly balanced , standing
on tiptoes and using the strangled Nazi for support. She noted with distaste
that saliva from his mouth and protruding tongue had dribbled down her
stockinged leg.

"Naughty boy" she chided and tightened her hold on the doomed man. His death
throes were making her cum and she felt her legs begin to tremble as her
orgasm hit her with unimaginable ecstatic force. She cried out in delight as
her thighs finally wrung the last remnants of life from the Sgt. When she
released his wrists, the Gemans arms fell limply to his sides. She uncrossed
her ankles,opened her legs and allowed Fleischer’s body to fall forward. Pavla
noted that she had strangled him with such ferocity, that she had forced blood
to trickle from the dead man’s ears and bulging, staring eyes.

Irene unwound the stocking from her tingling hands and pulled it from the neck
of her victim. She stood, smoothing down her skirt and made her way over two
Pavla. The two girls embraced each other tightly, united in their resolve to
bring crushing death to any Nazi who got in their way. After a while they
released each other and turned to the Americans. The four girls then buried
the agents’ uniforms and parachutes. They were not particularly careful, as
the intention was to let the Nazis find the equipment and conclude from the
size of the uniforms and boots, that they were looking for male agents. Mme
LaVenger had cover stories prepared for Traci and Tina together with forged
identity papers to explain their arrival.

Pavla disappeared, while the other three recovered the container. She returned
a short while later driving the car. The container was then opened and a radio
set was removed and placed into the trunk of the Renault. The rest of the
container was filled with high quality lingerie, stockings, garter belts,bras
and slips. The Americans looked puzzled.

"Such things are a rare commodity in France these days" explained Irene." To
maintain our secrecy, the Germans must believe us to be little more than
whores for their pleasure, so we must dress accordingly. Also they are our
weapons. Sometimes, German patrols will stop and search us for a cheap thrill.
We are under the protection of Colonel von Horst so the soldiers dare not go
further, but a wire garrotte found on a girl would be highly suspicious
whereas a spare pair of nylons, a bra or long evening gloves can be easily
explained".

Chapter 5

Approximately 30 minutes later, having loaded the car, the girls arrived at
the Chateau. On arrival Traci and Tina were taken directly to Mme La Venger’s
study, while other girls unloaded the car. Their journey had been uneventful
and they had encountered no further German patrols. Louise La Venger greeted
the agents warmly. She listened to Pavla and Irene as they informed her of the
night’s activities. Louise was 45 years old, 5ft. 10in. tall and was elegantly
slim. She had rich dark brown shoulder length hair framing her beautiful
features. She was dressed in a figure hugging long evening dress with a sexy
split at the front which revealed her long slender nylon clad legs when she
moved.

When the girls had finished their report Louise said "You have both done
extremely well. Now get some rest. You have deserved it." She then turned her
attention to the Americans. "I see that Pavla and Irene have given you a
little demonstration of how we deal with Nazi vermin. You too must become
skilled in our methods of silent killing. We have a number of captured Germans
down in the cellar for you to practice on. Now I will show you to your rooms.
I will see you at breakfast in the morning. Then your training will begin"

To be continued.