The mankillers of Femville part 4
By Utrea
Series about an all female resistance group in Nazi occupied Frrance


Chapter 1

"Bon jour mes amis" Amelia greeted the two OSS agents as they entered the
cellar of the Chateau. She was standing behind one of the high backed wooden
chairs to which a German soldier had been bound. A small, slim blonde girl
stood behind the other prisoner. "Today, Helene and I will show you how you
can use your arms to choke a man to death. You both have already demonstrated
that you can kill using your legs, which is our preferred method. Your legs
are much stronger than most men’s arms, so once you are able to grip his neck,
he is finished. But sometimes, it will not be possible so you must learn to
kill him in other ways. Helene please prepare the prisoners"

The petite blonde produced a razor sharp dagger and sliced through the two
soldier’s gags, then she released them from the chairs although their hands
were still bound behind their backs. She resumed her position behind her man.

"The first method is a simple choke from behind to a sitting victim. With the
correct element of surprise, you will be able to control him without much
trouble."

Amelia nodded to Helene and the pretty blonde girl suddenly leaned forward and
her right arm encircled the Nazi’s neck. She grabbed her right wrist in her
left hand and looked up at her dusky companion.

All four girls were dressed the same in white satin blouses, clinging, mid
thigh length black skirts, black nylons and stiletto court shoes in black
patent leather. This was the standard uniform of the chateau girls, one of the
most successful resistance groups in all France. Commanded by the beautiful
Louise La Venger, the sexy women were not only highly skilled in the art of
assassination, but also in seduction, which they used in their cover as high
class hookers for the pleasure of the German officers.

Now as Amelia again nodded to Helene, the little blonde suddenly pulled back
on her wrist, driving her right bicep into the trapped man’s throat. Her
pretty face contorted with the effort as she concentrated all of her strength
into strangling the soldier.

The German could feel the girl’s soft cheek against his own and the back of
his head forced against her firm breasts. He could hear her grunting with
effort and smell her perfume. He could also feel the pain in his throat, as
his windpipe was being squeezed shut by her slender arm. He could feel his
eyes starting to bulge from their sockets, and his tongue start to protrude,
involuntarily from his mouth. Moreover he could feel it becoming more and more
difficult to breathe and he started to panic. He squirmed around on the chair
and thrashed his legs, about causing sparks to fly from the metal studs in the
soles of his jackboots as they struck the stone floor of the cellar. The girl,
however, managed to hold him easily such was her balance and skill and her
victim doubted that he would have been able to break her stranglehold even if
his arms had been free, a fact that Helene knew. The choking man could hear
Amelia providing a running commentary of his death to her two students, who
looked on in awe at the power the lithe blonde girl had over the struggling
muscular Nazi. He could hear his own wheezing breath as he tried to gulp in
life saving air into his tortured lungs.

"Listen for the sounds" Amelia was saying "If he is making noises in his
throat, he can still breathe. You must silence him, then you will have him"

The half French, half Egyptian girl nodded a third time to her companion.
Helene further tightened her hold on her victim cutting off his air supply
entirely. The dying soldier struggled on in silence. He could feel himself
growing weaker, and the dark skinned girl’s voice beginning to fade.

"Now you can see that his face has turned from red to purple and that his lips
are blue. He is very near to death now. The twitching of his limbs is totally
involuntary and normally he would be dead in the next few seconds. But his
life will be spared at least for the next few hours, after all we still need
him for you to practise on."

Giving Helene yet another signal, the blonde released her grip on the man’s
throat. Suddenly air was pouring unrestricted into his screaming lungs and he
slowly started to revive.

"We will give him time to recover" Amelia announced’. "That was excellent work
Helene."

The blonde girl was panting from her exertions, and her eyes were bright with
unashamed lust she always felt when killing a German using just her body.

"Now which of you will start on him?" Amelia asked the two agents and
indicated to the man sat in front of her.

"I will " Traci said enthusiastically, licking her lips as she moved in on her
terrified victim.

Chapter 2.

Louise was in her study sat in one of the luxurious leather armchairs,
contemplating her situation. Sure, she was pleased that her unit was now
getting official backing from the allies and the two American girls training
was going extremely well and they would soon become operational members of the
group. However she was concerned, as she always was when new girls were being
taught their deadly craft, about having to keep live prisoners in the cellar
of the chateau. She knew the value in having time to interrogate them for
information, a luxury that her girls working in the field seldom had time to
do and all captives were thoroughly questioned and if necessary, tortured
before being used for training purposes. They could not afford to waste
provisions on feeding the captured soldiers so each was dispatched within two
days of being taken prisoner. They were all strangled to death and there
corpses dumped in various locations in the forested Montmarche foothills to be
found by their comrades, their twisted, bloated faces driving fear into the
Germans lest they suffer a similar fate at the hands of (or so they believed)
the maquis operating somewhere deep in the hills.

As well as the risks that disposing of the corpses brought, so new prisoners
had to be found, which made her and the girls’ predicament even more
dangerous.

Even as Louise contemplated the situation, Claire and Yvette were out.
searching for unwary prey.

Chapter 3

The small Kubelwagen made it’s way along the twisting road, which wound in and
out of the foothills heading toward the main German supply dept in the former
French town of Femville. In the back of the little car sat SS Untersturmfuhrer
Paul Steiner and to his right SS Schutze Weber. Steiner carried a briefcase,
which was attached to his left wrist by a length of security chain. He was
making for the garrisons headquarters with plans for the delivery of secret
experimental weapon parts, the full details of which lie in the briefcase.
Together with his driver, Baumann, Weber was his escort armed with Schmeisser
sub machine guns, while Steiner carried a Walther P38 pistol. The SS officer
was enjoying the drive through the French countryside. The trees on either
side of the road provided excellent shade against the midday sun, in a
cloudless summer sky.

Suddenly as they rounded a sharp left hand bend in the road, Baumann hit the
brakes causing the Kubelwagen’s wheels to lock. The car skidded to a stop
making the two passengers in the rear lurch forward in their seats.

"What the devil do you think you are doing Baumann?" Steiner exclaimed angrily

" I am sorry Herr Untersturmfuhrer. There is an obstruction in the road" he
replied indicating with his hand.

About 20 yards ahead he could see an old Renault sedan blocking the road. The
hood was up and a young girl was looking into the engine compartment. She had
her back to the Germans and was bent forward over the engine. Steiner noted
that the back of her skirt had rode up exposing long shapely legs that seemed
to go on forever, encased in sheer black nylons which shone in the summer sun.
He hoped the rest of her would be as attractive. He had Baumann sound the
car’s horn and he wasn’t disappointed when the girl stood and turned to face
him.

She was about nineteen and was tall and buxom with shoulder length brown hair
and pretty pale blue eyes. He saw a second girl get out of the driver’s door
of the Renault. She was slightly shorter than the first girl but just as
attractive, slim with jet black hair, and Mediterranean looks. The two girls
were dressed identically, Steiner noted.

The first girl spoke " Please can you help us Monsieur, the engine has stopped
and we cannot get it started "

"Of course" Steiner replied and sent his two escorts to assist the sexy young
women, while he stayed in the car and admired the view.

"We know nothing of how a car works and we be very grateful if you could help
us." Yvette the dark haired girl purred seductively.

"Do not worry Fraulein" Weber replied "We will get you going ,then perhaps we
could discuss your gratitude."

He licked his lips making the girls shudder inwardly.

Weber turned to Baumann and said "You get in the drivers seat while I take a
look at the engine"

Yvette noticed, with satisfaction, that as Bauman got into the little car, he
unslung his weapon and placed it onto the front passenger seat next to him.

"Good " she thought. "It will make him easier to deal with".

Claire the tall brown haired girl had similar thoughts as she watched Weber
prop his Schmeisser up against the car’s wheel arch. The Nazis were oblivious
to the danger they were in, after all what threat could two beautiful women
pose to battle hardened troops.

Weber leaned over into the engine compartment of the Renault and signalled
Baumann to start the engine.

Before he could turn over the ignition, the two females made their move.

Claire took hold of the hood with both hands, and brought it crashing down on
Weber’s head, instantly rendering him unconscious. His limp body slumped over
the engine, his arms dangled by his side.

At the same time Yvette grabbed Baumann by the back of his head and savagely
forced it forward, smashing the soldiers face against the car’s steering
wheel. She pulled his head back and repeated her action. She then reached
across the stunned SS man and seized his Schmeisser. Turning the weapon on the
injured man she said "Don’t move or I will kill you here and now."

Baumann, with blood pouring from his broken nose and more than a little
confused as to what had just taken place, nevertheless sat still and stared
unbelieving at his assailant.

Claire on downing her victim, scooped up his sub machine gun and turned it on
Steiner.

Get out of the car slowly " she coolly ordered "And throw down your pistol."

Steiner, stunned by what he had just witnessed, had not had time to react.. He
stood, opened the door of the Kubelwagen and got out.

"Who are you and what do you want?" he challenged

"Shut up and just do as you are told" Claire said by way of a reply "Now lose
the pistol"

Steiner could see by the way the girl held Weber’s Schmeisser that she knew
how to use it and for the first time since the girl’s assault on his men, he
became nervous. The officer slowly withdrew the Walther from it’s holster
using thumb and forefinger and threw it to the the girl where it landed at her
feet.

"Now undo the chain and toss the briefcase over to me to me "

Not taking her aim away from Steiner for a moment, Claire stooped and picked
up the pistol. She then slung the Schmeisser across her back keeping the Nazi
covered with his own weapon.

"She is very good" Steiner thought.

Claire had a problem though.

She and Yvette were only supposed to have captured two Germans to be taken
back to the chateau, interrogated and then executed by the American girls, but
they had managed to take three prisoners. They would have to get rid of one
now, but which one.

The decision was made for her as she quickly glanced back to her friend. She
saw that Weber was still slumped unconscious over the car. Baumann was lying
face down on the ground, while Yvette, sitting on his head, was tying the
soldiers’ hands behind his back using an old stocking.

Claire had only turned for a split second, but it was enough for Steiner.
Having unlocked the chain from his wrist, he flung the case at the girl,
knocking her off balance before sprinting as fast as he could into the woods.

"Shit" Claire snarled. She glanced back quickly to satisfy herself that Yvette
could handle the two prisoners and then took off after the fleeing Nazi..

Despite wearing stiletto heeled shoes, the French girl was surprisingly agile
and she was able easily track her prey. She knew that the Nazi could never
leave the wood alive.

Steiner was panicking. He was unarmed and did not know that his pursuer
couldn’t dare use the pistol on him.

At first Steiner ran blindly, crashing through the undergrowth, trying to make
as much distance between him and his would-be assassin. Then reason began to
prevail and he slowed to a stop. He could neither see or hear any sign of the
woman, though he felt sure that she had come after him. The savagery and
professionalism of the two females had frightened him badly, but now his
soldier’s training began to take over. He was lost in unfamiliar territory, so
running wasn’t the answer. He had also lost two men, his weapon, and a
briefcase full of secrets to two women.

His only choice was to try to ambush his attacker and regain control of the
situation. He slowly started to retrace his steps keeping in the cover of the
trees as much as he could.

"When I get my hands on that murderous bitch" he thought, "I will break her
fucking neck"

Other than the occasional snap of a twig trodden underfoot, the German officer
moved in silence, looking continually around him could see no sign of his
pursuer.

Claire had second- guessed the SS man’s intentions. She had listened with
interest as his crashing about in blind panic suddenly stopped, and she had
smiled to herself as she heard him start to furtively move toward her

"So you want to make a fight of it" she said quietly " Bon. You were beginning
to disappoint me"

Her eyes were bright with excitement. She tingled all over. One on one combat
always made her horny and squeezed her thighs together in anticipation.

Steiner continued to search for his sexy assailant but she was nowhere to be
found. Suddenly his eye was caught by something up ahead in the grass
refelecting the sunlight. He crouched down and tried to make out what it was.
It took him a little while before he realised that he was looking at his
Walther.

"Perhaps I have misjudged you. You dumb bitch" he said to himself "Perhaps you
are not the worthy adversary I first thought."

He grinned as he stood, but still giving the girl some credit, he once more
scanned the area looking for any clue as to the girl’s whereabouts. Satisfied
that she must have given up and gone back, Steiner walked over to his fallen
pistol and stooped to pick it up. It was to be his last error of judgement as
two shapely stocking clad female legs snaked around his neck.

Claire had decided to place a trap for her quarry . She had found a tree near
to the trail made by the SS officer as he had fled. It was ideal for the
French huntress’ purpose with branches overhanging the trail and thick enough
to support her weight. She placed the German’s Walther on the ground
underneath the overhang, and nimbly climbed the tree to patiently await her
victim. As he had stooped to pick up his pistol, which Claire had thoughtfully
removed the bullets from, the sexy resistance fighter had struck.

Hanging on to a branch she had selected, directly above the Nazi, she lowered
herself entwining her legs around his neck

The sudden attack from above startled Steiner, and trying to stand only
resulted in Claire being able to let the Soldier’s head to ride up between her
legs and grip him with her thighs.

At first, Steiner felt the sensuously silky material of Claire’s stockings and
the softness of the girl’s thighs caress his neck. Almost in slow motion he
saw her shapely calves before him and her feet in their black patent shoes as
she crossed her ankles.

Claire took a deep breath and then squeezed her legs together as hard as she
could. Instantly the warm soft flesh around Steiner’s neck was transformed
into two columns of steel. Two jaws of a vice, which slowly tightened on the
Nazi, making him gasp for breath. The girl was crushing down on the man’s
carotid artery, starving his brain of blood. She only kept the hold on for a
few seconds. She only wanted to weaken the soldier, not kill him.....yet.

Releasing her deadly hold, the barely conscious Steiner fell prone to the
ground. He lay there for a few seconds as his oxygen starved brain was
replenished, then groggy and weak, he managed to raise himself to his knees
and on all fours, he tried to crawl away from his attacker.

Claire watched in amusement at the SS man’s pathetic attempt to get away from
her. She walked round in front of him cutting off his escape route and once
more scissored his neck. Her calves squeezed his carotid and he immediately
weakened again. Claire was like a cat toying with a mouse. She was putting on
just enough pressure to prevent Steiner from recovering the strength to defend
himself or attack her, while she decided how she was going to kill him. He
gazed at the seams running down the back of Claire’s calves and she felt his
hands trying to prise her legs away from his trapped neck.

"You have caused me a great deal of trouble" she said gazing down on her
victim "By rights, I should make you pay, but I do not have the time to
torture you properly. So be thankful that I am now going to kill you
relatively quickly"

The beautiful assassin eased up with the pressure and moved back. She then
approached Steiner, throwing one deadly leg over his shoulders and straddled
his neck. She leaned forward and grabbed the Nazi by his hair. Pulling his
head up she secured his neck just above her knees and squeezed tight. Claire
then crooked her right leg under his chin. She grasped her right ankle with
her left hand.

"Any last requests?" Claire asked the doomed soldier sarcastically

"Bitte nein, nein" The German begged

"Au revoir pig" she spat, tightening her thighs and hauling on her ankle,
crushing her victim’s throat with her right nyloned calf in a standing figure
four scissor hold.

Steiner’s airway was instantly closed as his windpipe was crushed between the
legs of his killer. He tried to relieve the pressure on his neck with his
hands as his tongue started to protrude and his eyes bulge from his quickly
reddening face. Claire, casually seized Steiner’s right wrist and tore his
hand away from her leg. It was not that he could have succeeded in freeing
himself, but rather that Claire didn’t want him to ladder her stockings with
his struggles for survival. She stood above him, poised and perfectly balanced
like a lethal ballet dancer relentlessly strangling the German soldier. His
squirming between her throttling limbs was driving Claire to orgasm. She
relished the power of life or death she held over the choking man. She cried
out in unrestrained pleasure as she climaxed.

Steiner’s face had turned from red to purple, his lips were blue and his
blackened tongue stuck out of his mouth like a monsterous slug. His struggles
had given way to a series of involuntary shudders, until they too ceased.
Claire maintained the killing pressure on his throat for a while more until
she was certain he was dead. The girl then removed her leg from the Nazi’s
throat and his lifeless body collapsed to the floor. Claire noticed with
distaste that at sometime during the final strangulation, Steiner had pissed
himself. She manhandled Steiner’s corpse into a sitting position before
hoisting him across her shoulders in a fireman’s carry and began to make her
way out of the woods.

By the time Claire had reached the road, Yvette had bound Weber and Baumann’s
hands behind their backs. She had then gagged and blindfolded her captives and
had thrown them both into the trunk of the Renault. She had then driven the
car off the road and into the woods, before returning to the Kubelwagen, to
await Claire.

On her return, Claire dumped Steiner’s body unceremoniously in the back of the
Kubelwagen.

"I will drive this car. You follow me." Claire said to her friend. "We can
hide it in one of the caverns off of the high road for now. This bastard," she
said indicating to Steiner, " was carrying important documents. He will be
missed"

So the two girls had driven in convoy along the narrow winding road which
climbed up into the foothills of the Montmarche mountains. After travelling 5
miles, they swung off the road and drove a short way into the woods. There
were a series of inlets in the rock face, hidden from the road by the dense
trees of the woods. They drove the German’s car into one of them and
camouflaged the entrance.

Yvette then drove back to the Chateau.

Chapter 4

As the raven haired beauty, parked the Renault in one of the garages attached
to the Chateau, she and Claire were met by Pavla.

"We need to speak to Louise, urgently." Yvette said to the Romanian girl. "Can
you deal with the two in the trunk ?"

"No problem," the slim, auburn haired beauty replied. She opened the trunk and
hauled Weber out by the scruff of his neck. He flopped at her feet like a
landed fish. She did the same to Baumann and said "Get up on your
feet.......NOW!"

The Germans feebly attempted to get on their feet and were encouraged by a few
kicks from Pavla. Once they were standing she grabbed each man by his neck and
marched them off to the cellar, pushing and kicking the two frightened SS men
when they showed a reluctance or were to slow to comply with her orders.

Claire and Yvette went to Louise La Venger’s study, where they were debriefed
and the contents of the briefcase were removed.

"You have both done extremely well" the elegant resistance leader told the two
girls embracing them warmly. She was proud of Claire and Yvette’s
accomplishment.

"But" she continued, releasing them "we still have work to do. As you say,
they will be missed if they fail to arrive and these papers will be worthless.
We must make it look like they died in an accident. This is what we will
do.........."

Chapter 5

The two SS men were scared, disorientated and confused . The last thing Weber
could remember for sure was trying to help two very attractive girls fix their
car. He vaguely remembered being bound and gagged, in pitch blackness tightly
confined and he had half guessed that he had been travelling in a vehicle.

Baumann could remember the vicious attack carried out on him by the black
haired girl, but not much more.

Now they were being herded like cattle, down a flight of stone steps, which
twisted to the right. When they had reached the bottom, they heard the female
voice behind them say " Halt"

They felt the hand on the back of their necks, leave them and heard the sound
of a latch being lifted and a door creaking open.

"Move", Pavla ordered re- gripping the Germans necks and she steered them over
to where the four wooden high backed chairs stood empty.

"Sit", Baumann and Weber heard the Female voice order and they were dragged
backwards until, they stumbled and found themselves sitting.

They felt themselves being fastened hand and foot to the chairs. They could
still see nothing but they heard strange noises in the background. Soft
feminine grunting sounds as if a woman was making love were mixed with deeper
more masculine sounds of gasping and muffled moans.

Suddenly the blindfolds were removed. The abrupt change from darkness to
light, temporarily blinded the soldier’s further, but as their sight gradually
returned both men stared in absolute terror at the scene being played out
before them.

Traci’s victim had been forced to his knees. She was kneeling beside him and
was gripping the soldiers’s neck in a side headlock. Her right forearm dug
into his throat and she hauled on her right wrist with her left hand for added
leverage. The left side of the German’s face was pressed tightly against
Traci’s right breast . Her nipples were erect and sent waves of sexual pleaure
coursing through her body stimulated by the ineffectual struggles of her
victim. The trapped man’s face resembled that of a gargoyle. His eyes bulged
hideously and his tongue lolled out of his mouth. He was making wheezing
noises as he desperately tried to suck air into his oxygen starved lungs.

The two bound SS men saw that the man slowly being choked to death by the sexy
blonde killer was a Wehrmacht soldier. The blonde was dressed identically to
the two girls who had captured them and by her side stood yet another girl who
appeared to be encouraging the kneeling assassin.

"Remember" Amelia said to Traci "If he is making a noise, he can still
breathe".

Traci bit her bottom lip and hauled back on her wrist with all her might. Her
forearm closed off the soldier’s windpipe and his wheezing stopped.

"Bon " Amelia said. "Now finish him.

As Traci set about dispatching her victim to hell, so the two SS men could see
another death struggle taking place.

Tina had taken her man from behind and had forced him down with her so that
she was lying on her back on the floor with the German on top of her. She held
the soldier around the throat with the crook of her right arm and like Traci
she was using her left hand to apply pressure. She was gripping her victim
around his waist, clamped between her thighs, her ankles crossed, locking his
struggling body in place. The dark haired girl was in the throes of ecstasy as
the stricken Nazi’s squirming against her soaking crotch induced orgasm after
orgasm.

Helene was kneeling beside her pupil. The small blonde looked on approvingly
as Tina choked the life out of her victim for the last time. All that day, the
two Americans had practised various choking techniques on the hapless Germans
to the satisfaction of their insructoresses. Now they were being allowed to
kill their victims by any of the methods they had been taught.

"This girl is a natural" thought Helene gazing with admiration and sadistic
pleasure at the way the doomed Nazi, the back of his head forced between
Tina’s voluptuous cleavage stared at the ceiling with bulging eyes. Spittle
ran down his chin and his blackened tongue protruded from purple lips.

Tina sensed that the man entwined in her arms and legs was about to expire.
His struggling for survival had reduced to a series of weak spasmodic
twitches. She felt another orgasm welling up inside her and when it broke, it
was the most intense climax she had ever experienced. The tall, shapely girl
cried out as she squeezed down on the doomed man’s throat with every ounce of
strength she possessed, at the same time tightening her thighs around his
body. She felt several of the trapped soldier’s ribs give way under the
relentless pressure of her stockinged legs, not that the German felt any pain,
for by this time he was dead.

Almost at the same time the heart of the German soldier strangled by Traci,
beat it’s last and when she released her hold on his neck, the lifeless body
dropped to the floor.

For a while there was silence, save for the deep breathing of the two OSS
agents as they recovered from their exertions.

Chapter 6

The rest of that day’s operations went smoothly enough. The contents of
Steiner’s briefcase was photographed and arrangements were made to have the
film flown to England for analysis. The original documents were returned to
the briefcase. Louise had the captured SS men strip and the two corpses
dressed in their uniforms. The bodies were then taken to where Claire and
Yvette had hidden the Kubelwagen. The car was then driven higher up the
mountain road until they encountered a sharp left hand bend which suited their
purpose perfectly.

The dead soldiers were arranged in the car, and the briefcase re attached to
Steiner’s wrist.

Claire then doused the car with gasoline taking care to liberally soak the two
bogus SS men. Yvette ignited the car and the two girls pushed it over the edge
of the road. The burning Kubelwagen careered down the steeply sloping
countryside. It struck an outcrop of rock which sent it tumbling end over end.
The little car finally came to rest upside down and it slid to a halt. The
girls noted with satisfaction that Steiner’s arm attached to the briefcase had
been thrown clear of the burning vehicle.

The Germans would believe that the SS men had taken a wrong turn in unfamiliar
territory and had driven off the road to their deaths in a tragic accident.
They would find Steiner’s briefcase intact and would assume that they had
found it before the maquis had. The integrity of the contents would be secure
and the delivery of the experimental weapons parts to Femville would go ahead.

Claire and Yvette smiled to each other. They knew that today, they had been
responsible not only, for ridding the world of three more Nazi’s but for
intercepting plans that could seriously damage the German war effort.

Arm in arm the two girls walked back to the Renault and returned to the
Chateau.

To be continued.