The Mankillers of Femville Part7
By Utrea
Series about an all female resistance group in Nazi occupied France during WWII


Chapter 1

Eloise glanced at her wristwatch at the sound of the approaching truck. It was
7 pm. Dead on time, just as Karen Jaeger, the German girl working for the
resistance, had said it would be. Everyone was in position, as the pretty
young girl emerged from the trees onto the road. Twenty five years of age, she
was petite and slim, with short dark hair and large blue eyes. The contours of
her shapely legs were enhanced by the sheer black nylons she wore, which
shimmered in the light of the sun, on this particular warm Summer's evening.
The calves of her legs were further accentuated by her black patent leather,
stiletto heeled, court shoes. The short, tight black skirt and white satin
blouse that clung to her hour glass figure completed the sexy girls outfit,
which was the standard uniform of Louise La Venger's resistance fighters. As
she prepared herself, a warmth spread from between her legs to her belly and
she realised that just thinking about the impending combat, was turning her
on. Although Eloise had the face of an angel, she was a merciless killer. She
had personally dispatched a dozen Germans and she was impatient to kill again.
"How shall I do it this time", she mused.

As the truck came into view, so Eloise made herself look distressed. She ran
toward the oncoming vehicle, tears in her eyes, waving her arms and shouting
"Stop..Stop. Oh please won't you stop!"

For a moment, she thought that the truck was going to drive past her without
stopping, but at last she saw the tail lights go on as the canvas topped
flatbed slowed to a halt. She ran back the way she had come. Inwardly she
breathed a sigh of relief. If the truck had got away, the mission that was to
take place the following night would have had to have been cancelled.

The door on the passenger side of the cab swung open and a soldier stepped
down, his Schmeisser hung across his chest. Eloise saw that he was a Corporal
and was probably in command. Apart from the driver, there was another soldier
in the cab, which meant that the fourth man was in the back of the truck.

The Corporal pointed the sub-machine gun at her chest eyed the pretty young
girl up and down. Satisfied that she posed no threat, he relinquished his hold
on the weapon and allowed it to hang by it's sling.

"What is the matter Fraulein", he enquired.

"Please Monsieur, it is my friend. She has collapsed in the woods. Please will
you help her?"

The Corporal, who stood a good six inches taller than the dark haired girl was
totally captivated by her beauty. If he helped her now, who knows how she
would show her gratitude, he thought..

"Werner", he called to the soldier in the cab, "get the first aid kit and come
with me".

He then said to the driver, "You stay here with Krieger".

"Jawohl", the driver, whose name was Voss, replied sullenly, resentful that he
was gong to be denied a piece of the action. At least Krieger, the lazy
bastard, was asleep in the back on the now empty mail sacks and would never
know what he had missed. The soldiers had been returning from Femville back to
Paris having delivered provisions and mail to the garrison's troops. It was a
weekly routine journey, usually boring but this time there had been a welcome
change in the form of this devastatingly attractive girl requiring their
assistance.

"Where is your friend?" the Corporal asked.

"She is over there about fifty metres in", Eloise replied indicting toward the
forest.

"Show us", he said.

As the French girl and the two German soldiers disappeared into the trees, so
Helene and Amelia rose from their hiding place and furtively approached the
truck.

Chapter2

"How far is it", asked the Nazi Corporal a little nervously. He had heard
stories about the local Maquis who roamed these parts capturing Germans and
choking them to death and he began to wish that he hadn't stopped to help the
girl.

"We are there now Monsieur", she replied as they came to a clearing in the
trees and the Corporal's unease suddenly evaporated as he took in the sight
before him. There, lying on her back, on the floor, in the middle of the
clearing was another girl. She was dressed identically to the dark haired girl
who had led them here and she was just as pretty with a slim figure and long
shapely legs. She had ash blonde shoulder length, slightly wavy hair which was
fanned out around her head on the forest floor. Her eyes were closed and she
looked as though she was sleeping.

"Michelle I have found help", Eloise announced to the supine girl who showed
no sign of having heard.

Both soldiers knelt down by the blonde girl, first removing their weapons and
placing them on the ground beside them. The man called Werner opened a bag he
carried on which was marked a red cross and he began to rummage through the
contents.

Standing behind the two men, Eloise produced a black stocking from her
shoulder bag. She quickly tied a large knot in it and wrapped the garment
round both hands, pulling it taut. With her eyes bright with excitement, she
crossed her wrists and threw the stocking over the Corporal's head. As the
nylon settled around the Nazi's throat, the French girl pulled back on the
garrotte violently. The German made a strangled squawking sound as he was
jerked off balance. She walked backwards dragging the captured Nazi with her.
He was desperately trying to find his feet, if he could only stand up, he
would be able to save himself. Eloise, though, was far too experienced to
allow her victim a chance and she continued to drag him with her until she had
backed against a tree. With the choking Nazi on his knees before her, making
gurgling noises, the girl spread her legs as far as her tight skirt would
allow. The soldier's helmet had fallen off as he was being dragged and the
back of his head now rested against his killer's abdomen. With her back
against the tree, Eloise thrust forward with her hips, at the same time
tightening her stranglehold on his neck. The gurgling stopped as her victim's
airway was closed, by the constricting stocking, she held him with.

At the same time as Eloise had looped the garrotte around the Corporal's neck,
so Michelle opened her big blue eyes. Not giving Werner any time to react, the
twenty five year old blonde raised her legs and snaked them around his neck.
She then forced them back to the ground taking the captured Nazi with them.
She sat up and looked down on the man she now held trapped between her legs.
The back of his neck lay across her left thigh just above her knee, while her
right leg lay across his throat, the soft silky nylon of her stockings sensual
against his skin. Michelle crossed her ankles completing her deadly scissor
hold and squeezed down on her victims neck as hard as she could.

Werner's hands grasped the blonde girls right leg and he tried to relieve the
strangling pressure but it was no good. The girl's thighs were much stronger
than his hands and although he had succeeded in partially re- opening his
airway he knew it was just a matter of time before the girl's superior
strength closed it again. His breathing came in great wheezing gasps as he
tried to fill his tortured lungs with life giving air.

Chapter 3

Helene quietly approached the rear of the stationary truck and peered over the
tailboard. She could see Krieger asleep, lying on his back snoring gently.
Using the sound of the truck's idling engine as cover, the petite blonde
climbed into the back of the truck. Silently she moved toward the slumbering
Krieger and stood over him. Grasping the overhead struts for balance, the girl
slipped her small foot out of her right shoe and placed it on the Nazi's neck,
gently at first, the heel, sole and toes moulding around his throat. The soft
caress of her nylon clad foot caused the soldier below her to stir. He began
to raise his head. He opened his eyes to see the blonde girl standing over
him, her foot on his throat in a victory pose.

"Sweet dreams", she said and suddenly pressed down on the German's neck,
slamming his head back down to the floor of the truck. Krieger gasped, his
hands grasped at the girl's leg. Helene's pretty face was set in grim
determination as she concentrated all of her efforts into crushing the man
beneath her. She curled her toes down, gripping the side of the Nazi's neck,
immobilising it, while the sole of her pretty foot crushed his windpipe. The
struggling man grasped the French girl's ankle, trying to relieve the pressure
but Helene's position above him and her determination to kill him made her too
strong and he could not budge her strangling foot from his throat

"Hilfe!", he tried to shout but all that came out was a strangled squawk.
Realising that the man under her foot was still able to breathe, the blonde
adjusted her grip on his neck and pressed down with renewed vigour. This time
Krieger was unable to make any kind of sound as his airway was closed
entirely. The German soldier and the pretty, slim French girl fought on in
silence.

As Helene was murdering Krieger, so the driver sat, totally unaware in the
cab, when his attention was caught by movement in the truck's wing mirror.
Glancing out of the side window, The German saw a tall voluptuous, long, dark
haired girl approaching him. He saw that the olive skinned beauty was dressed
the same as the pretty girl who had disappeared into the trees with his
comrades.

"Excuse me Monsieur", she said, "but I am looking for my friends. Have you
seen them?"

"They are over there. My friends are helping them ", he replied indicating in
the direction Eloise had taken the two Nazis. "They will be back soon", he
added.

"Do you mind if I wait here for them with you, only I'm so tired", Amelia, the
half French, half Egyptian girl said seductively.

"Not at all", the soldier replied, his earlier dark mood evaporating in the
company of the exotic young woman. He switched the engine off and climbed down
from the cab. As he did so, he thought he heard Krieger cry out from the back
of the truck, but his voice was distorted and strangely muted. "Probably
dreaming", Voss thought to himself, "too bad he will miss all this". He had
considered waking his friend but had decided against it. After all, a mere
German soldier rarely, if at all, got the chance to fraternise with the
French, let alone a stunningly attractive girl and he was not anxious to share
her company. Amelia, in her heels, was roughly the same height as the Nazi,
her full breasts jutted forth proudly, straining against the buttons of her
blouse. This hadn't gone unnoticed by the soldier who also took the
opportunity to take in the girl's slim waist, full rounded hips and long
shapely legs.

"I know a secret about your friends", the girl said enigmatically, smiling at
the man, "do you want me to tell you what it is?"

The German, a little confused by the girl's words but intrigued by her air of
mystery, nodded his head. Amelia stepped up to the Nazi and placed her hands
on his shoulders. She placed her mouth close to his ear and whispered,
"They're all dead". As she said the words, she drove her right knee up into
the soldier's balls. Pain exploded in his groin making the German cry out. He
started to collapse forward, but Amelia struck him again with her knee, this
time to his face. The impact drove the man backwards causing him to strike his
head against the truck. Amelia quickly spun him around and snaked her right
arm around his neck. She placed her right hand on her left bicep, gripping it,
with her left hand braced against the back of her victim's head. Such was the
girl's technique, the Nazi had little time to defend himself as Amelia
expertly applied the sleeperhold. The dusky beauty wished that she could have
killed the rapidly weakening man, struggling in her grip, but that was not
part of the plan. One of the four German's was needed alive and the driver had
been fortunate, at least for now, to be the one selected. As he slipped into
unconsciousness, Amelia gently lowered him down to the ground, lying him on
his stomach. Sitting on his head, she bound his hands behind him with a
stocking. She sat him up and placed a gag around his mouth, then using her
considerable strength, the girl managed to lift her prisoner into a
half-standing position. She allowed his upper body to fall over her shoulder
and lifted him from the ground in a fireman's carry. Amelia then walked round
to the back of the truck.

Chapter 4

Eloise's incredibly pretty face carried a dreamy look as she hauled on the
stocking wrapped tightly around the Corporal's neck, the knot pressing against
his trachea, squeezing it closed. He had slipped down so that the back of his
head was pressing against the dark haired girl's crotch, his struggle for
survival stimulating her on to orgasm. With her feet spread apart, Eloise was
nearly straddling the German's shoulders. It was only the tautness of her
skirt, stretched between her nylon-clad thighs that prevented her victim's
head from disappearing between her legs. The Nazi clawed desperately at the
garrotte, but so tight was the girl's grip on him, he could not work his
fingers between the nylon and his neck to relieve the killing pressure. He
re-deployed his attack and grabbed at the French girl's legs, trying to
unbalance her, but with her back against the tree and the struggling Nazi held
tight against her, Eloise easily countered the soldier's efforts to escape.
She wished she could see her victim's face. She was fascinated, when choking
Nazi's, how she could make their eyes bulge and their tongues stick out of
their mouths. It turned her on to realise the ultimate female dominance she
held over these men. She glanced over to Michelle and guessed that by now, the
expression on the face of the man she was garrotting must look a little like
the one on the face of the soldier being throttled between her friend's legs.

For a few days afterwards, Michelle's right leg would bear the imprints of
Werner's fingers, where he had bruised her trying to prise her thighs from
around his neck. It had been a futile gesture on the Nazi's part and he had
only succeeded in delaying his death for a short while. It would also serve to
remind the attractive French girl of the sexual pleasure she had experienced,
as she had scissored the life out her victim. She had stared into the
struggling man's terror stricken eyes as her first orgasm hit her, relishing
the way that his face had deepened from red, to a purple, blue colour. His
breath was a series of wheezing gasps and saliva dribbled down his chin onto
the legs of his killer. Not managing to draw sufficient air into his lungs
enough to sustain him, the soldier weakened rapidly. His fingers gave up the
unequal fight and relaxed the grip on the merciless girl's lethal legs.
Michelle was now able to close her opponent's throat completely and a fresh
wave of pleasure coursed through her body as Werner began his death spasms.
She glanced at Eloise holding the Corporal, his head tight against her crotch,
the stocking wrapped around his neck being pulled relentlessly by the dark
haired girl. Michelle saw that his arms were hanging limply by his sides and
she guessed that her friend's victim was close to expiring. Michelle turned
her attention back to Werner and concentrated on making the gap between her
thighs as small as possible. Unfortunately for the doomed German, his throat
was in the way. She felt Werner give one final heave and then lay still. His
bulging, sightless eyes stared skyward and his hideously bloated tongue
protruded from his mouth. Michelle kept up the pressure on his neck for a few
moments more just to make sure, before uncrossing her legs and kicking the
dead German from her. She rolled over on to her side and watched Eloise as she
finished the Corporal off.

Chapter 5.

With the slowly recovering soldier across her shoulders, Amelia carried him
round to the back of the truck. She peered over the tailboard to see Helene
killing Krieger. She felt a small pang of jealousy toward her friend. It was
not fair that she should have all the fun when the man on her back was to be
delivered to the Chateau alive. But then, she reasoned, the captured Nazi was
vital to the girls' plan to attack the Garrison of Femville, the next night.
Besides, he would be hers when his usefulness was over. She dumped her
prisoner over the tailboard into the truck and nimbly climbed in after him.
She sat with her back against the tailboard and pulled Voss toward her. She
manipulated him into a sitting position facing away from her, then pulled him
back and down, while at the same time wrapping her stockinged legs around his
neck. Amelia pulled the Nazi's head back so that his neck was tight into her
crotch before crossing her ankles, locking him in place. The exotic beauty
then began squeezing the Nazi's neck gently, rhythmically between her thighs
while forcing him to watch Krieger's execution.

Amelia really had to admire her friend's technique. Helene, only a mere slip
of a girl, had nonetheless condemned her opponent to oblivion. Try as he might
the soldier could not budge the blonde's delicate foot from his throat. He
bucked and struggled but still his pretty assassin kept his neck pinned firmly
to the deck of the truck. He now had one hand on her calf and another on her
thigh but that too was useless. His two masculine arms were no match for the
power in her feminine leg. Helene was as steady as a rock. She gazed down
calmly into Krieger's pleading eyes, aroused at the sensations of the dying
Nazi being transmitted through the sole of her foot, up her leg and into her
body. She grunted as she came, driving her small foot ever harder into her
victim's throat, squeezing his neck with her toes, the feel of his tortured
flesh through the sheer nylon driving the blonde onto new orgasmic heights.
Helene felt the man's grip on her leg slacken slightly and she knew that it
would soon be over. She glanced over to where Amelia sat.

The gentle squeezing of her prisoner's neck had grown in intensity as her
excitement had grown, watching Helene dispatch her man. She used the back of
the scissored soldiers neck to bring herself off and when her orgasm hit her
like a freight train, she involuntarily squeezed her legs tighter around the
bound man, sending him once more into the realms of unconsciousness. His head,
trapped between her nylon- clad thighs, was canted over to one side alarmingly
and Helene was sure that Amelia's long shapely legs must surely snap his neck.
She was about to shout a warning when the waves of pleasure, washing over the
olive skinned beauty, began to diminish and she gradually came to her senses.
Realising how close she had come to unwittingly killing the man between her
legs, Amelia smiled apologetically to her friend.

Helene breathed a little sigh of relief and smiled back at Amelia. It was not
that she would have regretted the half-Egyptian girl breaking the German's
neck, but had she killed him, Helene would have been forced to spare the life
of the man choking beneath her foot and she didn't want to do that. They had
come too far in this ultimate of contests, the soldier's brute strength,
pitted against her technique and stealth. She had taken him by surprise and he
had never looked like overcoming her advantage. Now it was time to finish him.
The blonde once more gazed down on her victim. Her deadly foot had turned the
Nazi's face a deep purple colour and his blackened tongue and bloodshot eyes
protruded disgustingly from his head. Krieger's hands fell away from the
girl's legs. His back arched one final time and then he was still. Keeping her
foot pressed tightly against his throat, Helene knelt and felt for a pulse at
the side of Krieger's neck. There was none.

Chapter 6

As Eloise was wringing the last vestiges of life from the Corporal, both girls
were disturbed by the sound of movement deep in the forest. They were far off
but steadily coming their way. The girls could hear the faint but unmistakable
sounds of German being spoken.

"A patrol", Eloise hissed in alarm, "Michelle get your man's dog tags while I
finish him".

The dark haired girl hauled on the garrotte, while her beautiful friend undid
the top buttons on Werner's tunic and ripped off his identity discs, which he
wore around his neck on a thin chain. Eloise, finally satisfied that the
Corporal was dead, allowed him to fall to the ground. She unwound the stocking
from his bloated and discoloured neck and too, removed his tags. If the patrol
found the bodies now, they must not be able to link them to the supply truck,
or the whole plan would be put at risk. The girls threw the dead soldier's
tags into the undergrowth and raced back to the truck.

They arrived just as Helene was throwing Krieger's corpse off the back of the
truck. Eloise quickly told the other two of the approaching Germans, while
Michelle removed the third victim's dog tags, before kicking the body off of
the road and into a ditch. She ran to the cab, got in and started the truck's
engine. Eloise climbed in beside her while Amelia and Helene climbed in the
back with the prisoner. Michelle was about to drive off when Eloise suddenly
shouted in alarm.

"Merde!" she exclaimed, "I have lost the garrotte. I cannot find it".

"We cannot stop to look for it, the patrol will be here soon. We must get
away", the blonde girl replied.

Eloise nodded and the truck lurched forward and drove off.

Later after they had hidden the truck and with their prisoner safely bound,
hand and foot, locked in the cellar of the Chateau, the four resistance
fighters were debriefed by their leader, the beautiful Louise La Venger, over
a large glass of cognac.

When it was over Louise said, "You have all done extremely well and I am very
proud of you all".

She turned to Eloise. "You must not blame yourself" the tall, elegant woman
began, "The loss of the stocking was understandable under the circumstances
and you had the presence of mind to remove your victim's identity".

She embraced the dark haired girl and then announced "Ladies, I give you a
toast". She raised her glass and cried "Death to the bosches!"

"Death to the bosches!", the girls replied, draining their glasses. Suddenly
Louise's study was filled with the sounds of girlish laughter.

The first part of the plan had been a success.

Chapter 7

It was dark, as Tina Carlsen and Traci Johnson hid among the trees which ran
alongside the open field. Something was wrong, the transport plane from
England was overdue. It should have dropped it's supplies over half an hour
ago and every minute the two OSS agents spent in the open increased their
chances of detection by roving German patrols. Then they heard it and saw the
DC47, a speck in the distance, silhouetted against the full moon, flying
toward them. As it got closer, the girls realised that something was very
wrong. Flames were pouring from the plane's twin engines and they roared and
spluttered as the pilot fought to keep it in the air. The stricken plane flew
straight over where the girls were hiding, losing height at an alarming rate.

There was the sound of tortured metal as the plane came down in an adjoining
field and went skidding along the ground. It eventually came to a stop and
everything was again silent. The two agents looked briefly at each other
before they leapt up and sprinted toward the downed plane.

To be continued.

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