The Mankillers of Femville Part 6
By Utrea



Series about an all female resistance group in Nazi occupied France during
WWII




Chapter 1


Captain Karen Jaegerin's full red lips parted in a smile as she sat at the
desk in her office and read the Guard Commander's morning report. Two of
the guards sent out on patrol the previous night had failed to return.
Karen knew, even without reading the report further, that the two missing
men were SS Privates Gunter Krauss and  Wilhelm Mayer. She also knew that
the two soldiers were either dead, or soon would be, strangled to death at
the hands, arms legs or feet of Louise La Venger's girls up at the Chateau.
Karen knew this because it was she who had changed the men's orders to
ensure that they patrolled a pre-arranged area,  to be first seduced and
then taken prisoner by Louise' all female resistance group. The beautiful
German girl felt no guilt over sending the two men to their deaths. They
were SS. Nazis. They deserved to die.


It had been three days now since Karen had joined the resistance, having
killed Hauser, struggling and pleading, between her legs. The burly SS man
had been  choked to death  by her booted calves and if she was honest with
herself, Karen had to admit that she had enjoyed killing him. The brutal
Scharfuhrer had been one of Sturmbannfuhrer Paul Kessler's most trusted
men, and Karen hated no man more than she hated Kessler. The tall ash
blonde had orgasmed twice as the desperate struggling of the man trapped
beneath her slowly lessened and finally stopped as Hauser lost his fight to
survive.


The rest of the plan had gone perfectly. The bodies of Baumann and Weber
had been stripped and dressed in French civilian clothes. The bruising
round their neck and throats, where they had been garrotted by  OSS agents
Tina Carlsen and Traci Johnson, was cleverly hidden with make- up. Then the
contents of a Schmeisser sub-machine gun had been emptied into them, taking
care to obliterate their features.


The scene was then staged and Karen's cover story prepared. She and Hauser
had been returning from the Chateau, having been sent by Kessler, when they
were ambushed by the Maquis. They had strangled Hauser, but she had managed
to get free, grab a weapon and kill two of their attackers.


They had believed her. The bodies of the two "Frenchmen" were
unceremoniously buried in an unmarked grave and Karen was declared a hero.
No one else had survived an encounter with the legendary "Maquis", let
alone manage to kill two of them. As a reward, the German high command had
promoted her to Captain and she had been awarded the Knight's Cross which
she now wore about her throat.


More importantly, she had removed herself from the clutches of  Kessler and
his Gestapo henchman, Gauleiter Ernst Schnabel. She had been seconded from
the Wehrmacht to be the SS officers' secretary, but her promotion had
changed all that and she was now back under the direct command of the
garrison commander Oberst Manfred Von Horst, where her new duties included
coordinating and arranging supply runs to and from the garrison.This would
later prove to be of immense value to the resistance.


 Hauser, before he died, had let slip the two Nazi's plans to eliminate
her. They would not dare harm her now, although she could tell that
Schnabel was still suspicious. She would have to deal with him but first
she would have to prepare for the mission that was to take place in two
days time. Also an allied supply drop was expected tomorrow night, so Karen
would have to ensure that there were no troops in the vicinity. Humming a
tune to herself, Karen got to work.


Chapter 2


The two SS men blinked at the sudden light that assailed their eyes as
their hoods were removed. With their hands bound behind their backs, Krauss
and Mayer slowly took in their surroundings. They were in the cellar of the
Chateau La Venger, surrounded by fifteen young, attractive women, all
dressed the same in white satin blouses, short black skirts, sheer black
nylons and black patent stiletto shoes. All stared at their captives with
hatred and murder in their eyes, which unnerved the defenceless Germans.


There was a sound of high heeled shoes walking toward them and the girls
standing immediately in front of the prisoners parted to allow Louise and
the two OSS agents through. Traci and Tina were dressed identically to the
other girls, but Louise' skirt was long with a split reaching to her thigh.
She stood in the middle with the blonde American girl at her right shoulder
and the tall brunette at her left. Louise stood with her hands on her hips
and her feet apart, exposing a long length of shapely black stockinged leg
as she addressed the Germans.


"In a moment" she began "You are going to engage these girls in unarmed
combat. It will be a fight to the death. The rules are very simple. If you
lose, you die. If you win, you go free".


Her last comment was a lie. There was no way that Louise was going to allow
either soldier to leave the cellar alive. But it was important to give them
hope, something to fight for, to provide a challenge for the two Americans,
to test their prowess at assassination using just their bare hands.


Each girl in the cellar had passed the same test. All had choked a German
soldier to death using just the power of her strangling fingers, before
being allowed to embark on operational missions. The Chateau girls were one
of the most successful resistance groups in France. They had inflicted
heavy casualties on the occupying Nazis. All had died by the same method.
Strangulation. This method of assassination had been employed to shock and
demoralise the German forces. A strangled man was not a pretty sight, the
purple bloated face, the bulging, horror stricken eyes and the blackened
protruding tongue, gave the corpse a ghastly gargoyle like appearance. Also
this particular style of killing drew attention away from the girls. The
Nazis could not conceive that their troops were being decimated, choked to
death by women. A myth, perpetuated by Louise La Venger's girls, had the
Germans searching for a fictitious Maquis, thought to be operating deep in
the Montmarche hills. Credance to the myth had been added to with Karen
Jaegerin's account of Hauser's death. The Chateau girls' exploits had come
to the attention of the Allies and Captains Tina Carlsen and Traci Johnson
of the OSS, had been parachuted into France to work with the group.
Although both were adept at close quarter, unarmed combat, and knew a dozen
ways to kill a man, they had to be schooled in the ways of the Chateau
girls' particular style of assassination. Over the last couple of weeks,
under the tuition of Helene, a petite pretty blonde and Amelia, an olive
skinned, half Egyptian beauty, the agents had used captured German soldiers
and become proficient at strangling them between their feet, ankles,
calves, knees and thighs as well as using their arms to apply deadly
chokeholds and the use of an improvised garrotte. Now it was time for their
final test.


Without speaking each girl selected an opponent. Tina chose Mayer and
Traci, Krauss. They paired off as other girls untied the soldiers'  hands.


"Come on then hon." Tina drawled, "Lets see what you're made of."


Tina adopted a fighting stance, feet apart, leaning forward from the waist,
 her hands in front of her at chest height. She was mirrored by Mayer who
was a big,  powerful man, with a barrel chest and huge arms.


Without warning, Tina suddenly attacked. Before Mayer could react she had
moved in and struck the Nazi across the face with the flat of her hand,
snapping his head to the left, before backhanding him to the other side.
Mayer started to close his arms around Tina, to hug her to his chest and
crush the life out of her. The buxom dark haired girl with the slim waist
and rounded hips was too fast for the big, lumbering Nazi and his arms
closed around thin air.


"You're gonna have to do a lot better than that big man ", Tina taunted.


Mayer's face burned where the woman before him had struck. He wasn't hurt,
but the girl had humiliated him and now she was taunting him. He would make
her pay. She was fast, but he was the stronger.


He gave her a look of pure hatred and slowly advanced on the girl. Tina
stood her ground, ducking under his clumsy second attempt to crush her in
his arms. She came up behind him and hit him with all her strength with the
flats of both hands to his ears. Mayer bellowed from the pain as his
eardrums burst and he rounded on his tormentress.

With a roar, the enraged Nazi charged headlong toward the girl, which was
just what Tina had planned. She saw her adversary open his arms as he
rushed toward her, and she did something,  which caught her enemy totally
by surprise. Mayer had expected the girl to retreat, he had even
compensated for it as he began to extend his arms toward her, to catch  and
crush her. Tina, however suddenly moved forward. Mayer could not check his
forward rush. Tina grasped the SS man's tunic in both hands. She made a
half turn to the right and using his forward momentum, twisted her body and
threw him over her hip. The big man crashed to the stone flagged ground,
landing on his back. The fall drove the breath from his body and for a few
moments he lay motionless at the girls feet.


Not allowing him time to recover, Tina gripped one of his arms and stepping
over the supine man hauled him over onto his front. She straddled the Nazi,
who was beginning to recover. Tina pulled the hem of her tight black skirt
up to her waist,  allowing her legs the freedom she needed to execute the
next part of her plan. She sat down heavily on Mayer's back, further
driving the air out of him. Placing her feet either side of his neck, she
seized both his arms and pulled them up and back so that they rested on the
tops of her nyloned thighs. Next she leaned forward and lacing her fingers,
threw her hands over the man's head and under his chin. She then sat up
raising the Nazi's head , neck and shoulders off the ground. The brunette
continued to pull and Mayer's back began to arch. The man was in pain now
as he was raised higher and higher, his lower half anchored to the floor,
pinned by Tina's black silk clad buttocks. He could not use his arms
trapped over the girls thighs to release the hold she had on his chin.


Tina pulled  on the Nazi until she could see his face. His eyes stared,
pleading for mercy, into her own. His face was contorted with pain, and
unable to scream, such was the girl's hold on his chin, he emitted a
curious high pitched whine.


Tina was beyond showing the German soldier trapped beneath her any mercy.


"Come on. Break damn you" she grunted, suddenly exerting all her strength
into pulling the soldier back as far as she could.


There came a loud snapping sound as Tina broke the SS man's back, severing
his spinal cord and paralysing him from the waist down. Suddenly, Mayer
could feel no more pain. In fact he could feel nothing at all in his legs
and was totally unaware that he had pissed himself. Breaking Mayer had sent
Tina into orgasm and for a few moments she just  sat on him, eyes closed,
breathing heavily.


Presently,  as her climax subsided, she opened her eyes to see that she was
still staring into the upturned face of the German. She released his chin,
letting his head and upper body fall heavily to the floor. Standing up and
smoothing down her skirt, Tina pulled the man at her feet onto his back.
She looked him up and down dispassionately from his tear streaked face past
the damp patch around his crotch to his useless, jackbooted legs.


"Well honey", she said to him in a gentle voice, "It looks like you lose"


The tall American girl,  once again straddled the German and sat down on
him, pinning his shoulders to the ground with her stockinged knees. She
placed her hands around his neck settling her thumbs, one on top of the
other just above his adams apple. Tina took a deep breath and pressed down
with her thumbs, while her fingers tightened their grip around the Nazi's
neck.


Traci had began by stalking her opponent, circling him, looking for a
weakness. Although not as big as Mayer, Krauss was more agile and faster.
He turned on his heels as the lithe blonde girl continued to move around
him, occasionally feigning an attack, gauging his reactions.

The Nazi's plan was to punch her out and then dispatch her with a neck
break. "Pity though", he thought, his adversary was one attractive woman,
her long blonde hair, framing her pretty face, cascaded around her
shoulders. She was slim and athletic, quick on her feet, despite wearing
high heeled shoes. But she was just a woman and no match for an elite SS
soldier.


Had Krauss been able to see Tina about to snap Mayer's back, which was
taking place behind him, he might have revised his opinion of Traci's
ability. As it was, for the Nazi, underestimating his adversary would cost
him dear.


His combat skills, told him that the blonde's  movements and feint attacks
were conforming to a pattern. He bided his time  and suddenly threw a punch
with all his might, with his right fist, angled slightly away from Traci's
jaw, compensating  for the fact that, if the pattern of her movements held
true, she would move into his line of fire at the point of impact. His
clenched fist never connected.


Traci could see the calculations going on in Krauss' head and she knew that
the time he would strike would be when he thought she was at her most
vulnerable. She deliberately put herself in such a position and reacted
swiftly when the expected attack started.


As the punch came in, Traci quickly changed direction. Crossing her wrists,
she brought her hands up. Allowing Krauss' right fist to pass over them,
she struck his wrist with her own, deflecting his punch upwards. Traci
turned her hands inward seizing the German's wrist, both her arms stretched
out above her. The blonde turned in on the SS man, using her left foot as a
pivot, she raised her right leg, bent at the knee and drove it with all her
might into Krauss' solar plexus. As the winded soldier involuntarily leaned
forward, gasping for breath, his beautiful opponent took another half turn
to her right. Still seizing Krauss' wrist, she twisted it savagely.

With a cry of pain, the Nazi was driven to his knees. Traci swung her left
leg up and over his trapped arm. Now facing away from the German and
straddling his arm, she pulled the limb up into her crotch. Her tight black
skirt rode up exposing her long stockinged legs, the black nylon
accentuating the contours and muscle tone of the shapely limbs. She
positioned her right thigh, against the trapped man's triceps, her left
thigh against his forearm and twisted her body violently to the right.
Krauss' elbow shattered with a loud snap and the anguished Nazi bellowed in
pain. Traci released his wrist, walked away a few paces and turned to face
her quarry.


Krauss' face was grey and contorted with pain. He thought that he was going
to faint but fought against it. He slowly composed himself and got to his
feet to face his attacker. He nursed his wounded right arm with his left,
wondering how best to tackle the girl.


Traci wasn't about to allow the SS man time to formulate a plan. Moving in,
she delivered a sweeping kick to the German's legs driving him back down to
his knees. The blonde then grabbed the Nazi by the collar of his tunic and
hauled him backwards until he lay supine on the cellar floor. Traci grabbed
the fallen mans left wrist with both of her hands. She stepped over him and
placed her right heel against the right side of his neck, then placing her
let foot against his body, just below his left armpit she sat down beside
him while still maintaining the grip on his wrist. Her right calf was now
across the soldier's throat, pinning him to the ground, while his left arm
was between her legs. Traci pressed down on Krauss' neck with her leg and
leaned back, stretching his arm as far as it would go. With his elbow
resting against her black silk clad crotch and with her left foot jammed
tight into his armpit, Traci raised her hips off the floor, snapping
Krauss' left elbow like matchwood. This time, the German's scream was
strangled by Traci's right leg pressing against his windpipe. The lithe
blonde stood and looked down on Krauss, surveying her handiwork


"You disappoint me soldier", she said to the man at her feet, " I thought a
member of the master race would have put up a better fight."


"Go to hell, bitch", he spat staring up at her with hate and pain filled
eyes.


"That's where I was figuring to send you honey", she answered sweetly and
began to walk toward him, flexing her fingers in preparation.


 Krauss could see the tall brunette  sitting on his friend, Mayer preparing
to strangle him and he guessed that the blonde girl was about to do the
same to him. Krauss was suddenly afraid. He didn't want to die and he
kicked out at Traci in desperation as she approached him.


"Get away from me!" he shrieked, but the girl easily evaded the SS man's
flailing feet. She straddled his body and dropped to her knees astride his
chest. Pulling the hem of her skirt up a little, she made herself
comfortable, sitting down on her victims' chest with her knees just below
his armpits.

"Please. Don't do this", the Nazi implored.


"Sshh" Traci replied, gently undoing the top button of the German's tunic.
"Quit whining. Accept your fate like a man.


She placed her hands around Krauss' neck. She put her right thumb against
his throat just above the adam's apple and placed her left thumb on top of
that. She curled her fingers around the soldier's neck and paused for a
moment. Already,  the blonde could feel a warmth spreading in her loins as
she realised that the imminent death of the man, whose throat, she held in
her hands was turning her on. The ultimate power of life or death,  she
held over this male was a powerful aphrodisiac. She glanced to her right
and the look on Tina's face as she prepared to execute her victim told
Traci that her friend was also experiencing the erotic sensation of the
total and ultimate dominance a woman could possibly wield over a man.


Traci snapped out of her reverie. She looked down into the face of the man
beneath her and pushed down on her thumbs, whilst tightening the grip on
his neck with her fingers.


Krauss, who had lay still as Traci had prepared herself, suddenly began to
struggle  and buck wildly in an attempt to unseat his killer. His arms were
useless but the instinct of survival in him was strong, lending him almost
super-human strength and his back arched off the floor as he twisted and
writhed.


Traci, gripping his body with her thighs and knees, easily rode the
struggling Nazi, in fact his writhing body was further stimulating her on
to orgasm. She grunted and bit her lower lip as she stared into the eyes of
the man she held in her death grip.


Krauss' face had turned bright red as his windpipe was closed and his
tongue began to protrude from his mouth. A wheezing rasping breath was
coming from the man. Traci adjusted her grip on her victim's throat
slightly and the wheezing stopped. They fought on in silence save for the
occasional soft moans coming from Traci as her climax neared.


Tina's victim was also struggling with her, for his life. Although
paralysed from the waist down and unable to buck and writhe like Krauss, he
still had the use of his powerful arms. Reaching over the American girls
thighs, he gripped her wrists in his hands to try to alleviate her killing
pressure. He succeeded in partially opening his airway, allowing life
giving air to enter his tortured lungs. Pulling on his neck, Tina raised
Mayers head a few inches off the floor.


"Oh..no..you...don't" she chastised,  punctuating each word by dashing the
back of the Nazi's head against the stone floor, stunning him. The hands
fell away from her wrists. Tina released the man's throat  and knelt up. Re-
positioning his arms so that his hands rested on the back of her stockinged
calves, she sat back down trapping them with her thighs. Satisfied that her
victim would pose no further threat, she resettled her hands around his
neck and continued to strangle him. She could feel his hands on her legs,
gripping the smooth silky nylon, trying desperately to free them but she
held them fast.


Tina gave a little grunt of satisfaction as the Hyoid bone in Mayer's
throat gave way to the pressure of her thumbs and she knew it would all be
over in the next few minutes. She had killed several Nazi's now, but the
look on their faces as they succumbed to her throttling them, never ceased
to fascinate and thrill her. Even now as the colour of Mayer's face passed
from bright red and deepened to a purple hue, she felt the climax building
in her. The man's eyes were bulging and the whites had turned pink where
the tiny blood vessels had burst. His tongue, blackened and swollen was
hanging out of his mouth. The tall dark haired girl cried out as she
orgasmed against the dying Nazi's chest, soaking the front of his tunic
with her juices. The pupils in Mayer's eyes rolled up inside his head, and
his grip on the girl's legs slackened and fell away. Tina maintained her
grip on his throat until she was certain that the man was dead.


Traci was groaning in ecstasy as Krauss' struggles diminished and his death
throes began. He spasmed, violently at first but soon reduced to a series
of nervous twitching. Traci experimentally, released her grip and felt for
her victim's carotid artery, ready to resume strangling him if she detected
a pulse. But there was none, Krauss was dead and the blonde agent had
passed her training.


She stood on shaky legs just as Tina was climbing off the corpse of her
victim. They fell into each other's arms and embraced deeply.


Louise also came across  and  embraced the girls. "Two very fine kills mes
enfants" she said, "Welcome to our group. You are now fully fledged
operatives".


Louise's eyes were bright and she was slightly out of breath. The eroticism
of the Germans demise had not escaped her, nor any of the girls who had
witnessed their executions in the cellar of the Chateau. But now there was
further work to do.


"Pavla, Irene, get rid of them", she told the two girls indicating to the
corpses.


"Michelle, Helene, Amelia and Eloise, you are required for a mission
tonight. Come to my study in half an hour for briefing."


 She turned to the two Americans, "There is to be an air drop tonight.
Specialist equipment is being sent from England. I would like you to
collect it and bring it back here. Do you feel you are ready?"


The girls looked at each other, the broke into grins. "You betcha" Tina
said.




To be continued.