The Mankillers of Femville  Part 5
By Utrea
Series about an all female resistance group in Nazi occupied France during WWII.


Chapter 1

It was 7.00 a.m., when Leutnant Karen Jaegerin finally awoke from a restless
and nightmare filled sleep. She winced as she got out of bed. Her belly ached
abominably and her back and shoulders felt like they were on fire. She
remembered the night's events with Kessler and she felt ashamed and dirty. The
SS officer had violated her, raped her, almost killed her and there was
nothing she could do about it. She gingerly removed her nightdress, almost
crying aloud when the silky material momentarily stuck to her back. She
wouldn't cry though. She was a soldier in the German Army and soldiers didn't
cry.

Karen had always wanted to be a soldier as long as she could remember. She had
never known her father and her mother had died when she was only three. Having
no other family to take care of her, she had been put into an orphanage, where
she had been adopted by a wealthy couple who, themselves, were unable to have
children of their own. She was taken to their large and impressive house deep
in he Bavarian heartland. Erich Von Mannheim was a General in the Kaiser's
army and for the first few years of Karen's new life, he was away from home
for much of the time lot fighting in the Great War, but on his frequent
returns home, he would tell his young daughter of his exploits and adventures,
and she would listen fascinated and would wish she go with her father when he
returned to The Front.

After the war, Karen was sent to an exclusive private school, where she proved
to be a quick learner and displayed great intellect. She was schooled in the
rules of etiquette as befitted a young lady of her class, but she never let go
of her warrior aspirations. She learned to fence and became an accomplished
swordswoman in all three disciplines. She could ride a horse and hunt as good
as any man and as the years went by she grew into a beautiful young woman.
Tall and proud, she had long golden hair and blue eyes. She had finely
sculptured cheekbones, a full sensuous mouth and a firm chin. She was slim
with small pert breasts and long shapely legs. Wherever she went, her
outstanding beauty would turn men's heads.

However, these were dark days for Germany. The country was in ruins, and the
Nazi party had risen to power. Karen for the only time in her life, had
serious doubts about becoming a soldier. She abhorred the Nazis and did not
wish to serve under an evil and tyrannical government. She expressed her
concerns to her father, who, now retired, had said of Hitler, " This madman
and his cronies cannot last. The German people will see sense and the Little
Corporal will be overthrown. Germany will then need good officers to pick up
the pieces. My advice to you, is to continue with your plans and help make our
country, once more, a land in which we can be proud".

So Karen had heeded her father's words. She went to university and there, was
commissioned into the army. She was using her natural mother's surname. Being
an independent girl, she was determined to succeed on her own merits and not
to rely on her adoptive father's fame.

But Von Mannheim had been wrong. The ruling Nazi party had lasted and now once
again Germany was at war. Karen hated what the Nazis had done to her beloved
homeland and prayed for a time when they would fall. In the meantime though,
she would carry out her duties to the best of her ability and she was wise
enough not to share her sentiments with anybody.

Von Mannhein, however, was extremely vocal in his condemnation. Now a widower,
he was no longer afraid of reprisals. His outspoken comments invited arrest,
but he was protected by his popular reputation as a war hero, although he was
well aware a file was being kept on him at Gestapo headquarters.

The young beautiful Lieutenant, now 25, had been sent to the central supply
depot at Femville, as aide to the commandant, Colonel Manfred Von Horst. She
was ashamed and appalled at the way the former small French town had fallen,
and it's inhabitants massacred by the occupying forces, as an example to
others who may of contemplated resisting the invading forces. She, like the
rest of the garrison, feared the mysterious local Maquis, who had carried out
a number of ruthless assassinations on German military personnel, but she
could empathise with their motives.

However, she was proving to be a good officer, popular with her brother
officers and desired by all and life for Karen wasn't too bad.

It all started to go wrong for her with the arrival of SS Sturmbannfuhrer
Herman Kessler.

The SS officer had been sent to Femville to combat the menace of the Maquis,
who seemed to be overwhelming Von Horst's men with their particularly gruesome
methods of murder. They were thought to be operating in the Montmarche hills
to the North of the town and Kessler commanded a battalion of Waffen SS
troops, whose sole aim was to search for and destroy the ruthless enemy.

Karen, at Kessler's specific request, had been seconded to the Sturmbannfuhrer
as his aide, and it soon became apparent to her, that his interest in her was
not entirely professional.

Karen, if she was honest with herself, found Kessler an attractive man. He was
tall and blonde, athletic with classic Aryan good looks. But he was also a
fanatical Nazi, cruel, ruthless and a bully and when in the same room, his
presence left her cold.

Kessler, despised women in the military, although he was very much attracted
to Karen, but not in any deep emotional way. He could tell her disdain for him
and was determined to fuck the haughtiness out of her, his own special way.

He secured the services of Gauleiter Ernst Schnabel an old friend and member
of the Gestapo. He instructed the Schnabel to dig into Karen's background. He
was overjoyed, when he learned of her relationship to Von Mannheim and he
ordered the old man's immediate arrest for treason.

Then, summoning summoned the young Lieutenant to his office, he gave her the
ultimatum...her body or Von Mannheim's life.

Karen really had no choice and that night she had gone to his room

He had been like a rabid animal, throwing her onto his bed, punching and
scratching her. He had torn the clothes from her body and laid into her
exposed breasts with a riding crop. He bound her hands behind her back and
tortured her, by holding the glowing tip of a cigarette next to her skin,
revelling in the pain he was causing her and becoming aroused by her useless
struggles. Next , he gripped her throat and squeezed, choking her to the point
of unconsciousness. Then releasing her hands, he savagely entered the slowly
recovering girl from behind. The pain Karen felt was indescribable, but
mercifully brief as Kessler came almost immediately.

He brutally pushed her away and lay on his back panting heavily.

As he regained his breath, he raised himself on one arm and looked down with
scorn at Karen lying huddled, semi-conscious on the floor.

"You no longer interest me," he told her coldly, "Go."

Karen stirred, "But my father?" she implored.

"We will discuss him tomorrow. Report to me at 0800 hours. Now go."

So Karen had picked herself up, battered and bleeding and had limped back to
her room. She showered gasping with renewed pain as the water hit her but
determined to clear her body of Kessler's foul presence. She knew there wasn't
a thing she could do about it. If she complained, her father would die. Who
would believe her anyway? It would be her word against his and she knew that
Kessler had enough cronies who would swear that the SS commander was with
them, when she was attacked. The only thing she could do was to hope that he
would keep his end of the bargain and release her father. She got into bed,
but it was a long while before she slept.

Chapter 2

After bathing, she looked at herself in the mirror. She saw the damage had
been mostly confined to her upper body, breasts, shoulders, back and neck. Her
uniform blouse and tunic would conceal most of the cuts and bruises and
skilful application of make up should hide the rest.

She tied her shoulder length hair back and slowly dressed in her uniform
consisting of white blouse with black tie, tight fitting field grey tunic and
clinging mid thigh length skirt, sheer dark brown nylons and black knee length
boots made from high quality, supple leather.

When she was ready, it was almost impossible to tell that she had been raped
and nearly beaten to death, just the previous night. Only the occasional
winces betrayed the fact that Karen was still hurting.

She stood erect and proud and made her way to SS Sturmbannfuhrer Kessler's
office.

The SS officer was seated at his desk, leafing through a pile of papers when
Karen knocked on the door.

"Come," he ordered curtly and never looked up as the sexy young lieutenant
marched smartly into the room and halted before him. She saluted and waited
for Kessler to acknowledge her. She saw there was another man in the room sat
in a deep leather armchair across the room from the Sturmbannfuhrer.

He was a small, thin, middle-aged man, gaunt featured, with a prominent nose
and cruel thin lips. His pale blue eyes looked unnaturally large behind the
powerful lenses of his round, wire framed glasses. In spite of the hot summer
morning, he was wearing a black leather trenchcoat and Karen could see a small
enamel Swastika badge on the lapel.

"Gestapo", she guessed, disgusted at the way he was leering at her.

Schnabel stared at the beautiful woman stood before his friend with a mixture
of amusement and lust. He envied his friend, but was comforted in the
knowledge that Kessler would soon give her to him.

The SS man eventually looked up at the young woman. "Yesterday," he began,"
Three of our men were killed when their car crashed in the hills. They were
carrying secret orders to the Depot.

Fortunately we were able to recover those orders before the Maquis could get
to them. In five days time, Femville will take delivery of the first VIII
rocket, powerful enough to reach anywhere in the Western hemisphere, which
will mean that, at last, we will be able to strike directly at the American
continent.

There is to be a test firing, witnessed by senior Party members and the
Military High Command.

On the night before, there will be a celebration in the form of a ball at
Garrison headquarters for our guests.

You are to go with SS Scharfuhrer Hauser to the Chateau. There, you will tell
Mme. La Venger to have her whores attend. There will be no excuses. Do you
understand?"

"Jawohl Herr Sturmbannfuhrer" Karen replied smartly.

"Good. Then you are dismissed", Kessler said, returning to his paperwork.

"Herr Sturmbannfuhrer", Karen began tentatively, "My father?"

Kessler looked up at her with a slightly annoyed expression on his face "
Erich Von Mannheim was executed this morning on the order of Gauleiter
Schnabel", he said gesturing toward the little man in the chair.

The colour drained from Karen's face, she felt dizzy and was sure she was
going to faint. She fought against it and she heard herself say in a small
voice," But you promised...Why?"

"Because Leutnant," Schnabel began, rising from his seat, "Von Mannheim was a
traitor to the Third Reich and like all traitors he has paid the price".

"My father was no traitor," Karen snapped angrily." He was a war hero. It is
you and people like you, who are the real traitors to Germany, you Nazi
bastard ".

A look of cold fury passed over Schnabel's features and he strode angrily over
to Karen and stood before her." Be very careful how you choose your next
words," he hissed, "I will put this outburst down to emotion. Next time I will
not be so lenient. And remember this. Von Mannheim was not your father. You
are the bastard offspring of a common soldier and a gypsy whore. Von
Mannheim's house and possessions are now the property of the state. Sieg
Heil!" Schnabel shouted the last words, and as he did so, he clicked his heels
together and raised his right arm up, in the Nazi salute.

Schnabel was so close that Karen could smell the sour odour of sweat coming
from his body. Her world was falling apart as she stared disbelievingly at the
Gestapo man , who she towered over by a good six inches. He repulsed her and
if she had been carrying her pistol, she would have killed him there an then
and to hell with the consequences. As it was, she didn't do anything. She was
hurt and confused and she desperately needed time to think.

"Can I go now?" she asked quietly.

Kessler just waved his hand in a dismissive gesture, and Karen turned about
and marched out of the room. She went directly to her quarters, where, once
inside, with the door locked behind her, she finally broke down and cried.

After she had left the room Kessler spoke to Schnabel. "Jaegerin is too
dangerous to be allowed to live. On her return, you will arrest her for
treason. You can then do anything you like with her, but when you are
finished, you will kill her."

"Danke schoen Herr Sturmbannfuhrer," Schnabel replied, his eyes bright as he
licked his thin lips in anticipation.

Chapter 3

At the same time, Kessler and Schnabel were planning Karen Jaegerin's murder,
up at the Chateau, Captains Tina Carlsen and Traci Johnson of the, OSS were
about to commence their ongoing training, on assassination techniques used by
the all female resistance group, commanded by Louise La Venger.

They were in the cellar of the Chateau. Before them, bound to heavy, wooden,
high backed chairs, were two soldiers captured the previous day.

SS Schutze's Rudolf Weber and Hans Baumann had been interrogated that morning
by Louise La Venger, but they had told her nothing more about the contents of
the briefcase, the girls had captured and photographed, than she already knew,
even when she tortured them. Their screams had been muffled with gags and
after two hours, Louise was satisfied that neither man knew any further useful
information. They were then given over for training purposes and disposal,
while other girls prepared themselves to go out in search of replacement
victims. Both men were bare chested, their tunics having been stripped off
them and put on the corpses of two soldiers, killed by the two agents, the
previous day.

As far as the Nazis were concerned, the two men sat before the women were
already dead.

"Today, you will learn how to garrotte a man" said Helene, the pretty petite
blonde, who with the dusky, half French, half Egyptian beauty, Amelia was
assigned to train the two agents in the Chateau girl's deadly art.

"I know that you are proficient in the use of the purpose made wire garrotte
favoured by OSS and SOE agents," she continued, "But now you must learn to
improvise. The wire garrotte is a messy instrument. It does not kill cleanly,
but cuts into the neck, severing the windpipe and arteries. We cannot afford
to get blood on our clothing. It would arouse the suspicions of the Germans.
The Bosche are a stupid race. They cannot grasp the notion that women are
capable of choking men to death, but to be found by a patrol with your victims
blood on you, and even they would start to ask questions".

Helene went on, "Also, you will find that when you are outside the Chateau,
you will be subjected to frequent searches by German patrols. It is really
just an excuse for them to touch you up, but it can work to your advantage.

Flirt with them. Come on to them. It makes them easier to eliminate, when
their guard is down and their minds are being ruled by their cocks.

But if there are too many of them, that you cannot kill them all, then you
must suffer their gropes and probing. So you must carry nothing that looks
like a weapon. Stockings, bras or evening gloves make excellent garrottes and
can be carried innocently enough. Or you can improvise with anything that is
to hand, belts, or rope. One girl, Eloise, even strangled a German with the
sling of his own rifle. The garrotte is particularly effective against
sentries or in confined spaces when you cannot get your thighs around their
necks."

Helene nodded to Amelia, who released Baumann from his chair, ensuring that
his hands were still securely bound behind his back and hauled him to his
feet. She stood behind him and pulled out a nylon stocking from her hand bag.
Tina and Traci watched attentively as Amelia tied a large knot in the middle
of the stocking and wound the end round her hands. She then pulled it taut
until it measured about eighteen inches.

Helene again spoke. "The easiest way to garrotte a man is from behind although
it is possible to do it from the front, if you can immoblise his hands." The
blonde girl again nodded to her companion.

Amelia stepped forward and as she did, she brought her arms up, crossing her
wrists and looped the stocking over her victims head and pulled back forcing
the knot into his throat. Then, as Helene kept a running commentary, Amelia
raised her right knee and placed it into the middle of the soldier's back, her
tight black skirt rising up to expose a length of shapely, black nyloned
thigh. The sexy assassin pushed forward with her knee at the same time pulling
back even harder on the Nazi's neck, forcing him to arch his back to the point
that he became unbalanced and fell forward to the floor. Amelia went down with
him, never taking her knee from his back or loosening her grip round his neck.

"If you keep your knee there", Helene was saying, "He can struggle as much as
he likes, but he will not escape even if his hands were free. Look." She
produced a knife and released Baumann from his bindings. Instantly his hands
flew to his neck desperate to relieve the strangling pressure of the stocking.

Amelia, however began to pull her crossed wrists apart, further tightening the
garrotte so, that the SS man was unable to get a purchase on the smooth
material, and allowing the knot to do the job it was designed for, crushing
his windpipe closed.

Baumann couldn't breathe. He tried to grab at the girls hands, to relieve the
deadly pressure, but Amelia had thoughtfully kept them out of his reach.

"You can also achieve the same result by sitting on his back, which makes
garrotting him even easier", Helene informed the Americans.

Never letting up on the tension of the stocking, Amelia slid her right knee
off Baumann's back until she was straddling him. Then, on her knees, she began
inching forward, up his body until she was knelt above her victim's shoulders.
She sat down heavily on his back, at the same time, further winding the ends
of the nylon garrotte round her hands bringing them in closer to his neck.
Leaning forward over the helpless SS man, Amelia was now able to apply more
pressure to Baumann's throat. She could now feel him struggling to escape her
lethal hold, his squirming, transmitted through her sex beginning to excite
her.

Tina and Traci watched, entranced as the German slowly submitted to the deadly
assassin. His face, red and bloated, turned purple and his mouth, open and
closing, like a fish, slowed as his tongue started to protrude.

Amelia, with her hair hanging over her victim's head, maintained her
throttling grip until Baumann, with his legs now twitching spasmodically
slipped into unconsciousness. Then breathing heavily through a mixture of
effort and sexual excitement, she removed the stocking from his neck and
unwound it from her tingling hands. She stood and placed one stiletto shod
foot on the downed man's back, triumphant.

"He will not be doing anything for a while", Helene announced. "Traci. Why
don't you start with him," she said pointing to the terrified Weber.

"My pleasure", Traci purred, smiling evilly as he advanced toward her victim,
pulling out a stocking of her own and beginning to knot it.

"Tina. You can have him, when he's recovered", Helene continued prodding the
motionless Baumann with her foot.

"I can't wait", she said huskily.

Chapter 4

Every bump the little kubelwagen drove over, as it made it's way to the
Chateau, sent fresh bolts of pain coursing through Karen Jaegerin's already
battered body and she felt sure her driver, SS Scahrfuhrer Kurt Hauser, was
doing it deliberately. She could see him in the rear view mirror of the car,
smirking every time she showed signs of being in pain. Hauser, she knew, was
one of Kessler's trusted men and although he was only a Corporal, and she out
ranked him, he showed an arrogance and disdain to her, safe in the knowledge
that he was under the Sturmbannfuhrer's protection.

Karen's suspicions were indeed correct. Hauser like the rest of the SS men in
Femville were well aware of the Lieutenant's ordeal. They had served under
Kessler since the civil war in Spain and his twisted sex life was well known,
even admired and copied by some his troops, Hauser included.

Hauser was a big, muscular, brute of a man, a formidable soldier, bound by
blood oath to follow Kessler and the SS. He was without compassion and had
committed many atrocities in the name of his beloved organisation. His love of
causing death and suffering were second to none and he now revelled in the way
that every little pot hole he drove over, produced little gasps of pain from
his passenger sat in the back of the car.

He was aware of Karen's fate on their return to Femville, he was even going to
assist Schnabel. So what did it matter if he had a little fun now. What was
she going to do? Put him on a charge?

He might even pull over on the way back and give her a good Aryan fucking. He
grew aroused at that last thought.

The little kubelwagen finally arrived at the Chateau, it's tyres making
crunching sounds as it travelled the length of the gravel stone driveway up to
the impressive double oak doors. The car stopped and Karen got out.

"Wait here," she ordered Hauser, "I won't be long"

Hauser didn't reply but stared at Karen lecherously as she turned and walked
up the flight of stone steps leading to the front doors, noting how her
uniform clung to her slim body, the tight skirt and boots accentuating her
long and shapely legs.

"In a short while Leutnant, I will have those legs of yours wrapped around
me," Hauser said quietly to himself.

He watched until the front door opened and Karen entered the Chateau.

Inside, the lieutenant was being tended to by Claire.

"I will announce your arrival to Mme La Venger," the tall, buxom brunette said
courteously, turning and making her way to Louise's study at the far end of
the hall, her high heeled shoes clacking on the polished, stone tiled floor.

Karen looked around her, but she was alone in the reception hall of the
Chateau and she marvelled at it's

18th century elegance. The crystal chandeliers, the priceless vases and
statuettes, the rich oil paintings and the sweeping staircase. She was
transfixed by the sense of history and opulence the room conveyed, when she
suddenly became aware of the sound of a scuffle and running feet. It seemed to
be coming from behind a tall black lacquered door off to her left. As she
turned to look, so the door suddenly burst

open and Karen was confronted with a bizarre sight.

Chapter 5

Weber was face down on the floor, being choked by Traci, who was sitting on
his back. Her nyloned thighs gripped his naked upper body tightly as she
garrotted the violently struggling man. She rode him as if he was a bucking
bronco as he desperately tried to unseat her. She was easily able to control
him and his attempts to escape his killer only served to sap what strength he
had left, while it drove the girl on to orgasm. Traci relished the absolute
power she wielded over her victim and she moaned throatily as she came for the
first time.

Tina watched on enviously as Amelia and Helene urged Traci on with words of
encouragement.

Nobody saw Baumann begin to stir. Little by little, consciousness returned to
the SS man and furtively, he looked around him. None of the four women were
watching him, they were all pre-occupied with the killing of Weber. He looked
further and noted that there was only one way in and out of the cellar,
through a door at the far end. The door was shut and Baumann prayed that it
was unlocked. He tested the feeling in his hands and feet. If they betrayed
him now, he would be doomed. His heart hammered in his chest as adrenaline
coursed through his body. If he could make it to the door first he would be
free, if he didn't, he was a dead man.

He suddenly sprang to life. Helene turned to see him just before the Nazi
shoved her forcefully in the back and bolted toward the door. The petite
blonde collided with Amelia and both girls were sent sprawling. Traci was
unable to help, as she was still holding the choking Weber, which just left
Tina.

The tall American girl took off after the fleeing soldier. She was remarkably
fleet of foot as she ran despite wearing stiletto shoes, but Baumann had a
head start and he reached the door first. He tore it open and started up the
long flight of steps that would lead to freedom. However he was tiring. He
could hear footsteps behind him and he forced himself forward, panting
heavily. He had been severely weakened through torture and the dark girls
earlier assault, but his instinct for survival urged him on.

Tina caught him near to the top of the stairs. She reached forward and grabbed
the SS man by the ankle of his left jackboot, tripping the man and sending him
crashing down. Still, he tried to crawl up the remaining steps as Tina began
to climb up his body.

Baumann was weakening fast. He could hear more footsteps on the stairs as
Amelia and Helene came after him. If they reached him it would be all over. He
gave one last Herculean struggle, twisting his body and lashing out with his
arms and legs and suddenly he was free. Tina had been unable to maintain a
grip on the man's naked torso and fell back. Baumann lurched up the remaining
steps and reached the door. He tried the handle but it wouldn't turn. The SS
man took a step back and kicked at the mechanism. The steel studded heel of
his jackboot smashed against the lock, splintering the wood and suddenly the
door flew open.

The delay in opening the door gave Tina all the time she needed to recover and
she was on Baumann before he could take so much as a single step across the
threshold. Her right arm encircled his throat, checking his progress and she
began to squeeze.

For a moment Karen could only stare at the strange drama being played before
her. A man, dirty and sweat streaked, bare chested but wearing regulation
German army trousers and jackboots was being strangled from behind by a tall,
beautiful, long haired brunette. The man's mouth was opening and closing, but
no words came out, only a choked gurgle. His attacker twisted at her hips and
unbalanced the man. Then, with a despairing look on his face he was dragged
back down the stairs. Karen was suddenly galvanised into action. She reached
across opened her holster and began to withdraw her pistol.

Baumann saw the lieutenant at the same time as she saw him and his heart
momentarily soared. Then his hope faded just as suddenly as he felt Tina's arm
around his neck.

"Hilfe" he tried to shout, but nothing came out, his voicebox damaged when
Helene had garrotted him.

He felt his assailant tighten her grip on his neck, forcing the back of his
head into her ample cleavage and he was violently thrown off balance. Baumann
knew that his fight for survival was over and that he had lost, and as his
booted feet scrabbled on the floor, desperately trying to regain his balance,
he was dragged inexorably back to the cellar.

The pistol was half drawn from Karen's holster, when she felt the cold steel
of a gun pressed against the back of her head and heard a female voice say "Do
not move or I will kill you"

Louise felt the lieutenant freeze and she motioned to Claire, who took Karen's
pistol from her.

"Forward" she continued and together, they too descended the steps down to the
cellar. Karen could see the man still being dragged by the tall woman halfway
down the stone stairway. She was now with two other women who were assisting
her.

Weber had been granted a temporary reprieve by Traci. She was still sitting on
his naked back, controlling him but she had eased up with the pressure around
his throat. The main drawback with strangling a man to death was the time it
took to do it, sometimes as long as ten minutes. She was anxiously awaiting
the outcome of Baumanns' escape attempt. The blonde had relinquished her grip
on the garrotte and was leant forward over the Nazi, her right arm around his
throat and her left hand on the back of his head, ready to snap his neck and
race to her friends' assistance if required.

She smiled with relief, when she saw, first Helene and Amelia, then Tina,
dragging Baumann by his neck appear through the doorway and she once again
turned her attention to her struggling victim.

Traci released Weber's neck and sat up.

"Where were we?" she said conversationally to the SS man trapped beneath her,.
"Oh yes. I remember" and she began to wind her hands around the ends of the
stocking, still twisted about the German's neck

Tina wrestled Baumann to the floor. Releasing his neck, she turned him on his
back. Then straddling him, she sat down heavily on the soldier's chest,
pinning his arms to his side with her nylon clad thighs. Helene passed her the
stocking she had originally used on Bauman and Tina draped it across the man's
throat, making sure the knot was centred on his trachea. She then passed the
ends of the garrotte behind his neck, grabbed the ends and pulled them through
completing the nylon noose. She wound the ends of the stocking round both
hands until her fists were touching the sides of Baumann's neck.

"Race you?" Traci said.

"You're on" Tina replied and both girls got to work.

Baumann tried to resist but his attempts were feeble. He couldn't free his
arms, Tina's grip on his body with her silky smooth legs was too strong. All
he could do was to stare into the beautiful but merciless face of his killer.
His eyes, at first, pleading, began to bulge from their sockets, as the
brunette pulled on the stocking, constricting the nylon around the German's
neck, crushing his throat and closing his trachea. His tongue began to
protrude from his mouth and his reddened face started to deepen towards
purple.

Weber was trying to get his fingers between the garrotte Traci wielded and his
neck, to relieve the pressure, but the blonde's grip on him was so tight, the
nylon has sunk into his flesh and there was nothing the Nazi could get a
purchase on. His feet jerked and kicked but Traci's position, sitting on the
choking man's back was as secure as it had been before and she was easily able
to control him.

Karen looked on in amazement at the sight of two girls killing the soldiers.
"You are the Maquis?" she asked Louise disbelievingly. The elegant resistance
leader nodded and Karen, still being covered by Louise's pistol turned back to
watch Tina and Traci continue with their grim task. She saw the dreamy look in
the eyes of the two assassins and realised they were getting off on the
killings. In fact, although Karen realised that she would probably be killed
next, she couldn't help getting aroused by the sight of the two sexy girls
destroying strong, fit men with little more than their bare hands.

Weber was the first to die. His kicking legs slowed until they just jerked
spasmodically. His hands fell away from his neck and finally he was still.
Traci, who had orgasmed for a third time, kept the pressure on for another
minute to make sure the man she was sitting on was dead. She stood, smoothing
her tight black skirt back down over her thighs. She walked over to Tina and
said "That's ten bucks you owe me"

"I don't think this son of a bitch wants to die" Tina replied amazed at how
Baumann still clung to life. His hideously bloated features giving him the
appearance of a gargoyle, as Tina climaxed noisily above him.

It took another couple of minutes for the Nazi to die, but at last he was
still and Tina, panting through exertion and passion climbed off the corpse.

"It's your turn now Lieutenant" Louise spoke softly to Karen. Then she said
"Claire. Deal with the driver".

"Oui Madame" she replied and started toward the door.

"Wait." Karen said. " I can help you."

"Why would you want to help us?" Louise asked.

"Because of this." the German girl replied and she tore open her tunic and
blouse.

Louise gave a little gasp of horror at Karen's injuries.

"Kessler" Tina said.

"Kessler" Karen agreed and went on to tell them all about the rape and the
murder of Von Manheim. When she had finished, there was a few moments silence
as Louise thought about the situation. It would be a tremendous asset for the
Resistance to have someone working in Femville, but she wasn't sure she was
prepared to risk the lives of her girls by sparing the Lieutenant's life.

"I'm sorry" she began "but I'm not sure we can trust you."

"Then let me prove it."

"How?"

"Hauser. My driver." Karen said, "Fetch him down here and I will kill him."

"You know our methods?" Louise asked.

Karen nodded.

"Very well" Louise decided, "Claire, just get the driver down here.

"Oui Madame" she said disappointed that she was not going to get to kill the
SS man herself.

Chapter 6

SS Scharfuhrer Hauser glanced at his wristwatch for the third time in as many
minutes.

"Where is the dumb bitch?" he thought " and how long did it take to deliver a
fucking message to a bunch of French whores?" Hauser was impatient to get back
to Femville, where he was to assist Gauleiter Schnabel in Karen's
execution...eventually. " I mustn't forget my little detour." he mused,
thinking of his intentions of raping the lieutenant before delivering her to
the Gestapo man.

He was suddenly awoken from his reverie by the sound of a female voice calling
to him.

"Monsieur.Monsieur come quick", Claire cried, hoping that she looked suitably
distressed as she ran to the soldier sitting in the car. "The lieutenant." she
continued, "She needs you. Please, you must come quick" The French girl pulled
at the German's sleeve.

Hauser sighed. He shrugged Claire aside and got out of the kubelwagen. "Show
me," he ordered and slowly followed as the tall French girl ran back up the
steps into the Chateau. "Please hurry Monsieur," she called back as she ran.

"What the fuck is the matter with that cunt?" thought Hauser. "Women in the
army. Couldn't they do anything right."

He entered the hall of the Chateau, where he saw Claire pointing to an open
door.

"She is down there Monsieur. Please help."

Hauser saw that the door lock had been forced and splintered. He unslung his
Schmeisser sub machine pistol and chambered a round. He moved cautiously to
the door. He saw a flight of steps going down to what he guessed, must be the
cellar.

"Was ist los?" the SS man called. There was only silence from the cellar. He
looked around for the girl, but Claire had disappeared. Hauser turned his
attention back to the doorway, highly suspicious.

"Leutnant? Wo sind Sie?" Hauser questioned

"Ich bin hier im Kellar. Kommen Sie sofort" Karen ordered.

Hauser breathed a sigh of relief and started down the steps. He saw another
door at the foot of the steps. It was open but the room, which lay beyond, was
in darkness.

"So that was it," the SS man thought, "The stupid little bitch has gotten lost
in the cellar. By the gods, but how I'm going to make her pay"

He stepped through the doorway. "Leutnant?" he called.

"I'm here." Karen replied stepping out from behind the door and placing the
muzzle of her pistol against the back of the man's neck. "Do not move."

Hauser froze. He didn't understand what was going on, but knew when he had a
gun pointing at his head.

"It's alright," she called, "I have him." And suddenly the cellar was filled
with light.

Hauser blinked for a moment as his eyes got used to the sudden change. He saw
five women standing before him. Four were dressed identically in white satin
blouses, tight mid thigh length black skirts, black sheer stockings and black
patent stiletto shoes. The fifth, who was older than the others, was wearing a
long black dress, low cut around her firm cleavage and had a sexy slit up to
her thigh, exposing a long length of shapely, black nylon clad leg. Her dark
brown hair cascaded around her shoulders. Hauser recognised this woman, with
her smooth skin, deep brown eyes and full red lips, as Louise La Venger.
Beyond the women, he could see the bodies of two men on the floor, one face up
and the other face down, both bare chested but wearing German army trousers
and jackboots. He saw the face of the corpse on it's back was terribly
distorted.

The Nazi felt the pistol's muzzle leave the back of his neck and Karen
Jaegerin walked round to face him.

She said nothing as she took the Schmeisser from Hauser's unresisting hands
and gave it to Louise, who expertly removed the magazine, ejected the
chambered round and threw the weapon away. Karen body-searched the man and
removed his dagger. Then satisfied that the SS man carried no other weapons,
she stood back, still pointing the pistol at her prisoner.

"Place your hands on your head." Karen ordered.

Hauser complied staring balefully at the beautiful German girl.

"Down on your knees." She said.

"You are a traitor to the Third Reich." Hauser spat angrily and stood his
ground.

"It is you who is the traitor." Karen countered. "You and your kind have
betrayed the German people and now you will pay."

Karen quickly stepped to one side and delivered a sweeping kick to Hauser,
striking him behind the knees, sending the big Nazi crashing down. He stared
up at the lieutenant through hate filled eyes.

"You see." Karen said, "These ladies here, are not mere whores, who I know,
you think are here just for your pleasure. No, they are in fact the Maquis who
you fear so much. I have joined their ranks to help destroy the Nazis and you
will be my first victim. I will then return to Femville, to carry on with the
Resistance."

"You are a fool Jaegerin." The SS man replied. "Kessler is going to have you
arrested when you return and Schnabel is to execute you. But it is not too
late. Help me now. You have the only gun. We can take these whores prisoners
and both be heroes."

"You still don't get it do you Hauser? Karen said patiently, as if explaining
something to a small child. "Your kind have murdered my father, raped me and
destroyed the country I love. I hate you Nazis above anything else and any
chance I get I will kill them."

She continued "You are also wrong about my fate. It is all planned. When we
were travelling back to Femville, we were attacked and captured by the alleged
Maquis of the mountains. They tied me up intending to rape me after they had
killed you. While you were being strangled, I managed to get free, grab a
Schmeisser and shoot two of them. These two, in fact." She said indicating to
the two dead Germans. "Unfortunately, the others got away and I was too late
to save you. So you see Hauser, when I get back, I will be the only person to
have encountered the legendary Maquis and survived. I even managed to kill
some. Kessler will not dare harm me now. I will be a heroine. I may even get a
medal and promotion."

"And now," she said, "it is time for you to die"

Hauser, realising all was lost, now started to beg for his life, but Karen
wasn't moved.

"I am told," she said, "that if you do not struggle, it will be over quicker."

Karen moved behind the kneeling Nazi, raised the pistol and brought the handle
crashing down onto the base of his skull, stunning him but not rendering him
unconscious. She grabbed Hausers steel helmet, tore it from his head and threw
it away. Hauser was beginning to regain his senses, so she had to act fast.
The German girl, reached for the hem of her skirt and pulled it up to her
waist giving her stocking clad legs the freedom they needed to straddle the
soldier's neck. She stood above the doomed SS man, cupped his chin in both
hands and forced the back of his neck tight against her silk covered crotch.
She crossed her ankles and began to sink down to the floor, taking the rapidly
recovering Hauser with her. The soldier could feel her warm soft nyloned
thighs around his neck and face and he could smell her delicately scented body
and the leather of her boots.

She sank lower with him, until he was lying on the floor on his stomach and
she was sitting on the back of his neck, crossed legged, with his chin resting
on the V created between her booted calfs.

Hauser was still pleading for his life and tears were running down his face.
"Please Leutnant. Don't do this. You will regret it for the rest of your
life."

"You are wrong Hauser." She said, grasping her ankles with both hands. "I an
very much going to enjoy doing this. My only regret is that it is not Kessler
between my legs. Now die."

Karen tightened up with her thighs and hauled up on her ankles, forcing her
leather clad lower limbs deep into the man's throat, closing his airway.

Hauser tried to pull the girls thighs apart and when this didn't work, his
hands grasped at her boots, desperately trying to relieve the pressure around
his constricted throat. Karen was too strong for him. She could have throttled
him just using the power of her legs alone, but with the added leverage she
applied with her hands, the sexy killer was invincible. Hauser hadn't heeded
Karen's advice not to struggle. He fought just as hard as he could for
survival, his brain screaming out for life giving air being denied him by the
woman sat on his neck. His eyes bulged alarmingly from their sockets and his
tongue protruded from his purple face, as his jackbooted feet kicked and
jerked, beating out a death tattoo on the stone floor.

Karen could feel the life ebbing from the man trapped between her legs, his
neck tight against her wet crotch and his struggling body, urged her on to
orgasm and she moaned loudly as she came. Still she kept up the strangling
pressure on the German's throat, till at last his struggling diminished,
giving way to a series of nervous twitching and his hands fell away from her
legs.

Karen reached for one of Hauser's arms and felt his wrist for a pulse. It was
still there, faint and irregular. Karen continued to squeeze the SS man's neck
until it at last stopped. Then, she uncrossed her legs, releasing the dead
man's neck and allowed his head to thump to the floor. She stood on shaking
limbs and smoothed her skirt down over her thighs. There was silence as she
walked slowly over to Louise and collapsed into her arms. The Resistance
leader embraced the German girl warmly and suddenly the silence was broken by
the shrieks, whoops and cheers of the other girls as they gathered round to
welcome their latest addition to the sisterhood. Karen, still in Louise's
tight embrace was sobbing tears of joy. Now she had a true purpose. Now she
belonged.

There was still work to be done. Baumann and Weber's bodies would have to be
dressed as Maquis. Bullets from the Schmeisser would have to be pumped into
them and evidence that they had been garrotted, hidden beneath make up. Then
the fake ambush had to be staged and finally Karen's story had to be
watertight. It wouldn't take long though. They were a highly trained,
disciplined team which is why they were so successful and why the Nazis feared
them so much.

To be continued.