The Mankillers of Femville Part 10
By Utrea
Series about an all female resistance group in Nazi occupied France during WWII


Chapter 1

"More champagne General", the petite brunette asked offering a large silver
salver on which was placed a dozen glasses.

"Thank you my dear", Oberstgeneral Otto von Augsburg responded taking a full
glass from the tray and replacing it with an empty one. Oberst von Horst
followed suit but Sturmbannfuhrer Kessler just uttered a curt "Nein". Von
Augsburg stared after the petty girl as she moved among the other guests in
the crowded ballroom of the Chateau Femville. Mozart was being played by a
string quartet, the musicians dressed in the ceremonial uniform of the
Wehrmacht.

"You are indeed a fortunate fellow von Horst", the general exclaimed taking in
his lavish surroundings. "Having all this on your doorstep. Not all of my
officers enjoy the ah." He paused trying to find the right word, ".attentions
of such pretty ladies. Morale must be good".

"That would be true normally Herr Oberstgeneral but we are losing too many men
to the verdammt Maquis. Even Kessler's men are being decimated".

"What do you have to say about this matter Kessler?"

The SS Sturmbannfuhrer fiddled nervously with his tie." It is true that we
have suffered heavy casualties Herr Oberstgeneral but I give you my assurance
that the matter is in hand and the local resistance group will soon be
eradicated."

That was a lie. In fact Kessler's troops were having rings run round them and
he didn't have a clue how to combat it but he wasn't about to confess as much
to the Divisional commander.

"Sehr gut" said von Augsburg." We don't want any complications during
tomorrow's little demonstration. Keep me appraised of any developments."

"Jawohl Herr Oberstgeneral!" Kessler snapped, coming to attention and raising
his right arm in the Nazi salute. "Sieg heil!"

Von Augsburg gave a curt nod indicating to Kessler that he was dismissed. As
he walked away, the general took von Horst by the arm and spoke in a lower
voice. "I don't need to spell out the importance of tomorrow's event. The war
is not going well for us. The allies are putting us under pressure on all
fronts, but if all goes according to plan, the momentous blow we will deal to
the US will soon have the Americans suing for peace. Without them, the British
will not be able to fight on alone and we will be able to concentrate all our
efforts against the Soviets."

"I understand Herr Generaloberst," said the colonel.

Suddenly the general's face brightened as he abruptly changed the subject
"Ah!" he exclaimed this must be the delightful Madame La Venger that you have
told me so much about." Louise walked into the room to see it full of
high-ranking Nazi officers. Some she recognised from the garrison but others
were staff officers she had never seen before. She was conscious of their
stares as she walked, the slit in the front of her long dress revealing a
length of shapely nyloned leg.

"Madame La Venger " said Mannheim as she approached. "May I introduce you to
Generaloberst Otto Von Augsburg?"

Von Augsburg took Louise' hand and kissed it. "Madame" he said, "you are even
more beautiful than von Horst described."

"You are too kind general. I am sorry I couldn't meet you sooner but I had
some urgent business to take care of". Louise replied.

"Von Horst was telling me that the Maquis is plaguing his garrison. Do you or
your girls suffer from their activities Madame La Venger?"

"Call me Louise," she said.

The brunette with the champagne had returned and von Augsburg helped himself
to another glass of Moet. The alcohol was making him amorous as he stared
lustfully at the girl, noticing how the tight white satin blouse accentuated
the swell of her full breasts, as did the short black skirt, black stockings
and black patent stilettos complement her slim waist and long, slender but
powerful looking legs.

Louise went on "The Resistance does not seem to bother us. Just your soldiers
it seems".

"Well you should be careful," the general said slurring his words. "Of course
we are grateful for the er.services you provide for my officers, but your
actions may be seen as collaboration with the enemy".

Louise made herself look concerned. "I see," she said. "But what can we do?"

"Don't worry," he said, "we can protect you. Is that not so von Horst?"

"Ja. Herr Generaloberst" the colonel dutifully agreed.

"You are most generous Monsieur" Louise said graciously.

"Not at all dear lady." He stroked the brunette's cheek and looked lustfully
into her large brown eyes. He went on "In fact it is the duty of every German
soldier to protect such delicate and beautiful creatures from the murderous
band of killers which stalk these parts."

Neither Von Augsburg nor the colonel could have remotely suspected that the
"delicate creature" whose cheek the general was caressing was personally
responsible for despatching a dozen Nazi soldiers with nothing more than her
bare hands or legs.

Chapter 2

Earlier that day and the reason Louise was late for the generals champagne
reception was that she had been briefing the girls, selected to take part in
that nights mission. There were thirteen girls in total sat in a semi- circle
around Louise, down in the basement of the Chateau. They had streak blackened
faces and were wearing black long-sleeved leotards, sheer black hosiery and
soft black ballet style shoes. Their outfits had been devised by the girls
themselves, designed to afford them camouflage against the night and freedom
of movement and silence when engaged in unarmed combat. As well as the girls,
there were four men present at the briefing. Two were the American flyers
Captain Daniels and Lieutenant Norris whose plane had been shot down when they
had tried delivering the third man, who for security reasons, was only known
as the professor. The fourth man was a Nazi soldier called Voss. He was
stripped to his underwear, gagged and tied to a wooden chair.

Louise handed round a series of photographs of an extremely large six engined
aircraft taken from various angles.

"What you are looking at," she told them "is the Focke Wulf 370 long range
bomber known to the Germans as Der Sieger. It is an experimental aircraft and
the only one of its kind. It is capable of transatlantic flight and carries
the new V3 Valkyrie missiles. This one aircraft is capable of wiping out an
entire city if it is allowed to fire its weapons."

"Three days ago," she continued, "Claire's team ambushed three SS men. One of
them, an officer, was carrying documentation about a planned mission, which if
successful could win the war for the Nazis."

"Ladies", she announced, "the Nazis plan to destroy Washington".

Louise waited for the murmurings to cease and then carried on. "The Germans
feel that if they can take the war to the United States back yard, American
public opinion will turn against Roosevelt and he will be forced to sue for
peace. And if that happens, the Germans have won the war."

"We allowed the Nazis to recover the documents under circumstances that would
not arouse their suspicions that their plans had been compromised. It
obviously worked because Der Sieger flew into Femville airfield this morning".

"So what are we gonna do?" Daniels asked blow it up?"

"No" Louise replied "We, or to be more accurate, you are going to steal it and
fly it to England. Think you can handle it?"

"Ma'am there ain't a plane that's been built that Chuck Daniels can't fly".

"Good that's settled then," she said. "We will get you to the aircraft, where
you will wait for ten minutes to allow us to get away."

"Won't the Krauts object?" the Captain asked.

"The Sieger arrived with an escort flight of Messerschmidt 109's," Louise
explained. "We will sabotage the fighters so there is no need to worry."

The original plan was for the professor to examine the aircraft and its
weaponry then destroy it, but when London had learned of the two flyers
existence at Femville they decided on the more ambitious plan to fly it out.
The opportunity was just too good to ignore. They could learn invaluable
information from this technological marvel and even unleash it against the
Nazis themselves.

Louise continued with the briefing. "We will attack the airfield in six
groups, with two girls to each group. Remember we are not there to take
prisoners. Any guards you encounter must be disposed of in the usual manner
and most importantly, silently. Apart from Amelia you will not be carrying
weapons. We cannot afford to get into a firefight with the Germans. Now pay
attention to the team details and timings."

Chapter 3

By the time Louise was talking to von Augsburg, the girls were on their way.
Using the captured Mercedes truck, they had manufactured a false bulkhead in
the rear, which they now hid behind. All except Amelia. She lay on her back
across the passenger seat in the truck's cab. Her head rested against the
door, below the window line and her feet were draped across the legs of Voss,
who was driving. She held a silenced Walther P38, which was pointing at the
Nazi. Voss had been washed and shaved by one of the girls prior to the start
of the mission. His uniform had been cleaned and pressed and returned to him
along with his rifle without, of course, ammunition. Voss was scared but the
girl's calves rubbing against his crotch every time the truck hit a bump in
the road were also arousing him. Although she held the pistol pointing
unwavering at his head, Voss knew that she did not need it if she wanted to
kill him. He had felt the power of this girl, who had choked him unconscious,
twice, before and had almost broken his neck between her thighs. But she had
promised that she would spare his life, only if he did exactly what he was
told. Voss intended to do just that and come out of this alive.

The truck slowed as it approached a lowered barrier marking the entrance to
the airfield. An SS trooper emerged from a sentry box. His rifle was cradled
in his right arm as he raised his left hand in a "halt" sign. At the same time
an SS-Scharfuhrer stepped out onto the veranda of a wooden guardhouse opposite
the sentry box. He sauntered over to the sentry and when the truck stopped,
both walked around to the driver's side.

"Papieren!" he ordered imperiously holding out his hand.

Voss handed over his identity papers.

"What are you doing here?" the NCO barked as he examined documents. The sentry
levelled his rifle at Voss.

"Engine parts for the bomber," Voss explained.

"Nobody told me about it," the Scharfuhrer said suspiciously.

"It was an emergency," Voss replied. "Your Wachmeister was told to expect us.

"Wait here," he said. He walked over to a field telephone fixed to the wall of
the guardhouse picked up the receiver and cranked the handle. He waited a few
moments then spoke to the guard commander.

Herr Obersturmfuhrer," he said, "A truck has just arrived claiming to be
carrying engine parts for the Sieger bomber."

He listened for a few moments before saying, "I understand Herr
Obersturmfuhrer. Goodnight."

He walked round to the back of the truck and shone a flashlight into the rear.
He could see a stack of wooden crates each stamped with the Nazi eagle and
marked "Engine Parts."

He walked back round to the cab and said to Voss, "Ok you can go." He waved
for the sentry to lift the gate and the truck drove through.

Chapter 4

"You did very well," said Captain Karen Jaegerin of the Wehrmacht as she
replaced the telephone receiver with one hand and removed the barrel of the
Walther from Obersturmfuhrer Dieter Grasser's temple with the other.

"You will hang for this you treacherous bitch" Grasser spat as he struggled
against his bindings but Karen had tied him to the wooden office chair too
well.

"I don't think so," the tall girl replied walking round the back of the SS
officer. "Who's going to tell? You? I don't think so."

He strained, trying to look at her, but failed. She took hold of the back of
the chair and dragged it and Grasser away from his desk at the airfield's
headquarters building.

"Wh what are you doing?" he asked nervously.

"Just tying up loose ends" the girl replied sweetly.

She walked round to face her prisoner, flexing her long fingers as she did so.

"Obviously, I cannot allow you to live. Can I?" Karen said in the same sweet
voice. She took hold of the hem of her skirt and raised it to her hips
exposing her long shapely legs, clad in dark brown nylon stockings. She moved
forward until was straddling the Nazi's legs before sitting down astride his
lap. She let go of the skirt and started to undo the top button of Grasser's
tunic. When she had exposed his neck, Karen placed both her hands around it.
She centrered her thumbs on his throat, one on top of the other. She was glad
that Grasser was SS and not Luftwaffe. It made what she was about to do
easier.

"Bitte. You cannot do this," Grasser pleaded, realising what Karen intended to
do.

The girl smiled gently at her victim as she said, "Yes I can."

"Hilfe!" he screamed struggling wildly against his bonds. "Hilf..!."

His second cry for help was suddenly choked off as Karen tightened her hold on
his neck. She squeezed with her beautifully manicured fingers as hard as she
could while her thumbs crushed his windpipe. She was still smiling as she
strangled him, her only regret being that it was not Kessler himself who was
squirming in her death grip. His face began to turn red. Karen clamped her
thighs tight against Grasser's legs in an attempt to hold him still and she
realised that her victim's frantic struggles against her were turning her on.

Grasser's eyes bulged from their sockets and his tongue began to protrude from
his mouth distorting his Aryan good looks into that of a gargoyle. His
complexion was darkening from red to blue. His lungs were screaming for
life-giving air, but his executioner was showing him no mercy

Karen was panting, not from the effort of throttling the Nazi but from her
mounting orgasm. When it broke, she threw her head back and screamed. She
tightened her grip with her fingers and legs even more as wave after wave of
pleasure coursed through her body. It was the most intense orgasm that she had
ever experienced. When it had, at last, subsided, the German girl gazed into
the face of her adversary. It was clear that Grasser was dead. His bulging
bloodshot eyes stared unseeingly from his purple face and his blackened tongue
lolled out of his mouth like a monstrous slug. When her breathing had returned
to normal, Karen climbed off Grasser's corpse and after straightening the
seams of her stockings and smoothing down her skirt, she silently left the
guard commander's office.

Chapter 5

Amelia had memorized the layout of the airfield and after the truck was on its
way again, she said to Voss "Take the next left turn and stop when you are out
of sight of the gate guards." He did as he was told. "Is there any body
about?" she asked.

"Nein" was the reply.

She banged on the back of the cab twice with her free hand. At that signal,
four girls emerged from their hiding place, climbed over the truck's tailgate
and silently made their way back to the gate guards.

"Now drive on to the control tower," Amelia ordered.

Voss complied and another six girls got out. Amelia then had Voss drive to a
secluded part of the airfield behind some hangars. When they had stopped and
the soldier had killed the engine, Amelia said in a matter-of-fact voice "Your
usefulness is now at an end," as she slipped her feet out of her shoes.

"Wh what do you mean?" Voss asked worriedly. You promised to let me live"

"I know," said the exotic beauty. "I lied."

Knowing he had nothing to lose, Voss made a desperate attempt to escape. A
high-pitched mewling sound escaped his lips and he panicked as his fingers
scrabbled for the door handle. He managed to open it and was about to jump
down from the cab when Amelia lashed out with her right foot, kicking him full
in the face. The force of the assault rocked the Nazi's head back and he saw
stars. Not allowing the stunned soldier time to recover, Amelia raised her
legs, crossed them and snaked her feet around his neck. She turned her feet
in, gripping her victim's throat between her ankles in a lethal scissor-hold.
Voss tried to pull the girl's nylon clad legs away from his neck but she was
too strong and too experienced and she was easily able to control him. He
gagged and spluttered as she crushed his throat. Amelia chuckled throatily at
his plight, amused that he still had a hard on and surprised at how little
effort it was taking to strangle him to death.

"Bitte nein!" he choked, spittle flying from his contorted lips but his killer
showed him no respite, she was enjoying herself too much to do that. Amelia
had been looking forward to this moment ever since she had captured him. The
mere thought of ridding the world of one more Nazi was like an aphrodisiac to
her. Her fingers moved absently down to her crotch and she began to gently
pleasure herself through the thin material of her leotard and silky black
hosiery. As her orgasm approached, she gripped her victim's neck ever tighter,
completely cutting off his choking cries. She kept him there as his struggles
slowly began to diminish and his hands fell away from her legs. His bulging
eyes stared sightlessly ahead and when she released his neck he slumped
forward over the steering wheel. Amelia lazily stretched out her leg, placed
her foot against him and pushed Voss' body out of the cab. The corpse fell
heavily onto the tarmac below.

Chapter 6

As they came into view of the main gate, the girls split into two groups.
Claire and Helene made their way silently toward the guardhouse, while Yvette
and a buxom, dark haired girl called Sophie, targeted the sentry. The guard in
the sentry box was getting bored. He had been on duty for an hour and still
had another hour to go. The he was going to go into town for a few beers with
his comrades and who knew, might even get laid. He closed his eyes as he
stifled a yawn. When he opened them again, his jaw remained open in amazement.
Staring back at him was a petite blonde girl. Her face was marked with black
streaks "like a commando" he thought absently but she was undoubtedly very
pretty. His eyes took in her shapely figure in her tight black costume and he
almost drooled with lust. Yvette smiled at him coquettishly staring at him
with sultry blue eyes. She beckoned him toward her with her finger. Almost
trance-like the soldier obeyed never once giving thought to the fact that his
life was in deadly danger.

"Kom hier Schatze," he said, lust heavy in his voice and reached out for her.
Yvette jumped nimbly back out of the soldier's reach, forcing him to emerge
from the confines of the sentry box. Yvette continued walking backwards, arms
outstretched before her, inviting him into them. She lured the guard out so
that he was facing the gate barrier, when Sophie struck. As her friend had
begun enticing the SS man out into the open, Sophie reached in between her
ample cleavage and withdrew a black nylon stocking. The previous day it had
been clinging to her long shapely leg like a glossy black second skin but she
had snagged it causing a run to form. She hadn't throw it away, however, she
could still put it to good use. Sophie wound the ends stocking, which was
knotted in the middle, round both hands. She then crept up on her unsuspecting
victim, crossed her wrists and looped the gossamer light nylon garrotte over
his head. The guard's head jerked back as the girl pulled the nylon mesh taut,
the knot pressing against the man's trachea crushing it shut. He was taller
than Sophie and stronger; the girl was having a hard time holding him. She
placed a black nylon clad knee into his back and said to Yvette "Get him on
his knees!"

The blonde girl kicked at the Nazi's legs until they buckled and he sank down
to his knees. Without letting up with the pressure, Sophie was able to take up
the slack by winding the excess nylon round her hands until her fists were
touching the sides of the soldier's neck. Now she was able to control him. She
removed her knee from his back and pulled the choking man towards her, the
back of his head tight against her crotch. The Nazi clawed at the constricting
nylon thong but was unable to find a space between the garrotte and his neck.
He risked letting go with his right hand and attempted to un-sling his rifle
but Yvette had anticipated his move and calmly took the Mauser K68 away from
him. He reached out for it, a despairing look on his face as realisation
dawned that he was being killed.

Seeing that the sentry was being dealt with; crouching down; Claire and Helene
peered through the window of the guardhouse. The NCO was sitting at a desk,
his back to the door. He was writing. The girls didn't know if it was an
official report or a love letter to his girl in Cologne. What was more, they
didn't care. They only knew that in the next few minutes, they must ensure
that the man they were stalking must die. Claire leaned against the wall of
the building. She leaned forward and cupped her hands between her knees.
Helene stepped into the improvised stirrup and her partner, using all the
strength in her arms boosted her up. The blonde gripped the overhang to the
guardhouse's veranda and climbed onto it. Claire stole another glance through
the window to ensure that their victim had not been alerted. Satisfied, she
signalled to Helene to move into position. The dark haired girl moved to the
door and rapped on it three times. Immediately she pressed herself, her back
to the building's wall adjacent to the door. She waited quietly for what, to
her, seemed like an eternity, but her patience was rewarded as she saw the
door handle turn and the door to the guardhouse swing inward. The sound of the
NCO's hobnailed jackboots was loud as he walked out onto the wooden decking of
the veranda.

"Wer da!" he shouted and then he froze as his mind attempted to make sense of
the bizarre sight of the sentry being garrotted by a voluptuous leggy woman
dressed in black. His hesitation was all that was needed as Helene grasping
the edge of the overhang, launched herself off it. Her feet struck the Nazi in
the face. The force of the blow sent him reeling back into the guardhouse. As
the blonde dropped down onto the veranda, Claire quickly followed the soldier
into the building. The dazed SS man was shaking his head when the brunette
struck him a double-handed hammer blow to the back of his neck. The NCO
collapsed to his knees, poleaxed. The girl straddled the downed man's
shoulders, reached between her legs and grabbed hold of his head. She forced
the back of his neck tight against her crotch and clamped down with her
thighs. Now all Claire had to do was cross her ankles, locking him in place
and he was finished. The Nazi's hands grabbed the girl's silky nyloned thighs,
pulling them apart and the will to survive must have been strong in him,
because try as she might, Claire was unable to complete her deadly hold. So
there she was, gripping him with her legs, not yet able to kill him, while he
was firmly trapped and unable to escape. Helene broke the stalemate.
Straddling the kneeling NCO's back, she reached forward and grasped the little
finger on the Nazi's right hand. His scream was muted by Claire's stranglehold
as Helene pulled back on the finger breaking it with a snap. The soldier
realised what she was doing and tried to hold on to the constricting legs for
as long as possible, as the blonde went to work on the next finger. Helene had
to snap the next two fingers before she could dislodge his grip. She twisted
his arm behind his back, out of harms way, and then went to work on his left
hand. The Nazi wailed with despair as Helene prised his hand away from her
friend's left leg. He knew his fate was sealed. Claire released her thigh's
grip a little, seized the man's head and gave it a quarter twist to the right.
The dark haired girl lined up her victims throat with her thighs and closed
them round his neck again.

"Bitte toetet mich nicht," he moaned.

Ignoring his pleas, Claire crossed her ankles and concentrated all her efforts
into crushing the life out of the soldier trapped between her legs. From her
angle, looking down on him, she could see the involuntary changes appear in
his face, so typical of death by slow strangulation. In fact Claire now
regarded herself an expert on this particular form of execution and she was
now able to gauge, to a fair degree of accuracy, how long it would take for
her victim to die. Helene remained astride his back, his wrists pinioned in
her hands, until he was sufficiently weakened, through her friends throttling,
to no longer pose any threat.

Outside; for Sophie's victim; life was almost at an end. As she hauled
relentlessly on the ends of the stocking, his bulging eyes rolled upwards and
his hands gave up the fight to relieve the terrible pressure on his throat.
They fell away from his neck and hung limply down by his sides. The girl kept
up the pressure a little while longer, just to make sure and when she let go
of the ends of the stocking, the Nazi fell to the floor and lay motionless.
Sophie knelt and unwound the garrotte from his neck Yvette turned the sentry's
body onto his back and grasped him underneath the armpits. Sophie grabbed him
by his jackbooted feet and together they lifted and carried the dead Nazi over
to the guardhouse.

The NCO was barely alive when the two girls deposited the dead sentry
unceremoniously onto the floor. His arms hung down by his sides, immobile.
Every now and then a great spasm would rack his body. They diminished in
frequency until, at last, he was still. Claire uncrossed her ankles and opened
her legs. The corpse collapsed to the floor.

Chapter 7

Leutnant Gerhard Kramer looked out across the airfield from his vantage point
in the control tower. The huge bomber, so big that the airfield had no hangar
big enough to house it, dominated his view. Now it was a sleeping giant, but
tomorrow it would be transformed into a ferocious behemoth, that would wreak
havoc on one of Germany's most potent enemies. The Luftwaffe officer was
amazed at how the giant aircraft dwarfed the six Messerschmidt 109 fighters
parked around it. Surely, he thought this was the weapon to win the Nazis the
war. Apart from him, the only other occupants of the control tower at this
time of night was the radar operator, sat watching a bank of green illuminated
screens and the SS guard who patrolled the entrance to the tower below them.

For the last ten minutes, Nicole, with her back pressed tightly against the
wall of the building, patiently observed the sentry, through the small window
set in the entrance door of the tower, waiting for the right moment to strike.
She soon found that he was conforming to a set routine, never deviating. First
a methodical search of the ground floor offices followed by a patrol of the
upper floors. It took exactly three minutes for the guard to complete his
inspection and return to the ground floor. Satisfied that she could predict
the guard's movements, she waited until he started to mount the stairs before
removing a hairgrip from her long black hair. She twisted the metal grip into
shape and inserted it into the door lock. It was a simple mechanism and it
took her no longer than thirty seconds before she was rewarded by the sound of
the tumblers turning over. Opening the door, she slipped inside followed by
Dominique. The soft shoes they were wearing allowed them to move silently.
Both girls were aware of the layout of the control tower, thanks to
information supplied by Karen. They quickly made their way to the
administration office, which they knew would be deserted at this time of
night, and waited for their prey. Right on schedule, the guard arrived and the
two assassins readied themselves for action as the door handle began to turn.

The problem the Nazis had but didn't realise was that they were too
predictable. A product of their early brainwashing to believe that they were
the invincible master race, had robbed them of all creativity. Thus, if you
knew how your enemy was going to react to a given situation, that knowledge
could be used against him. This among other things allowed a smaller woman to
defeat her much bigger and stronger male adversary in hand- to-hand combat.
Another factor was technique and confidence in her own ability to despatch a
battle-trained man using just her body as a weapon.

The sentry was no exception. As he entered the darkened room, flashlight in
hand he froze in amazement as the beam picked out Nicole reclining on one of
the desks. She was lying on her left side, her upper body supported by her
elbow. Her left leg was stretched out along the desk while her right was
raised and bent at the knee.

"Hello soldier" she said seductively," I've been waiting for you."

The SS guard's confusion was just what Dominique needed to gain control over
him. Under cover of the darkness she twisted at the hip and her long leg
flashed out. Her knee struck him hard in the solar plexus. He groaned as the
air was expelled from him and he doubled over in a reflex action. Not allowing
him any time to recover, the girl grabbed the temporarily weakened soldier by
the back of his neck. Quickly removing his steel helmet, she dragged the man
further into the room and over to where her friend waited. She guided the
stooped over man's head into the gap made by Nicole's legs. When he was in the
desired position, Dominique held him still as Nicole brought her right leg
over the back of his head and lowered it onto his neck. She then crossed her
ankles and tightened her hold forcing her victims chin over her left thigh,
just above the knee. The black silky thigh crushed tight against his throat as
Nicole slowly increased the pressure on the back of his neck. He placed his
hands against her thigh and calf. Pushing, he tried to extract his head from
the lethal embrace. But it wouldn't budge. Coughing and spluttering, he
redeployed his attack and tried to prise her legs apart but with Nicole's
ankles crossed, he was locked in.

"Careful Monsieur soldat or you will ruin my collants," she chided mockingly.

While Nicole began to strangle the sentry in earnest, Dominique thoughtfully
removed his rifle. She kicked at the back of the Nazi's legs until he
collapsed to his knees, then like Helene with her victim, she straddled him
and pinioned his arms behind his back using her own to entangle them. It was
not that Nicole was unable to kill him without Dominique's assistance but if
the Nazi was able to get just a little air before his strength gave out, it
would delay the death process and the girls were working to a tight schedule.
The sexy killers struggled with the sentry in silence. He desperately tried to
twist his way out his deadly situation but he was held fast. Little by little,
his strength began to fade and his struggles got noticeably weaker. When they
had stopped altogether, Dominique released his arms. They fell, limp and
lifeless. She reached down and took hold of his wrist. She was surprised to
find that the Nazi still had a pulse. It was weak and erratic but it did
indicate that the SS man was still alive.

"Not yet," she said simply to Nicole.

Her friend nodded in understanding and kept the killing pressure on her
victim's neck for a few minutes more until Dominique at last said, "Ok, he's
gone."

"He was a tough one," Nicole commented as she unwound her legs from the
soldier's neck. As she released him, the corpse slumped bonelessly to the
floor.

As the sentry was being dealt with, the other two teams of girls made their
way up the concrete stairway leading to the main part of the control tower.
The light was subdued in the control room, the main source coming from the
radar screens, giving everything an eerie green glow. The reason the light was
so low was to kill the reflections in the large plate widows against the night
sky and allow Kramer visual access to the airfield. Kramer stared down at the
Sieger bomber, huge and menacing, lit occasionally by the sweeping
searchlights coming from the guard towers situated along the airfields
perimeter. The tail with the black swastika emblazoned on it was as big as the
109 fighters scattered around it. Surely, he thought with such a wonder
weapon, the Nazi's must win the war.

While he mused, the Lieutenant was totally unaware of the presence of the
girls as they infiltrated the control room. Splitting up, they padded silently
toward their designated targets. Pavla and Irene, selected the radar operator
while Eloise and Michelle stalked the officer. The two teams struck
simultaneously not allowing either man the chance of coming to the assistance
of the other.

Irene, the blonde Romanian girl, slipped off her shoes as she covered the last
few metres to where her intended victim sat with his back to her, bent
forward, concentrating on the bank of dials and instruments before him. She
took hold of the back of the man's chair and jerked it toward her unbalancing
him and sending both he and the chair toppling to the floor. He gave a little
cry of surprise as he went sprawling. As quick as a flash, Pavla, Irene's dark
haired countrywoman, delivered a vicious kick to the airman's solar plexus.
Momentarily robbing him of the ability to defend himself, she rolled him on to
his back, straddled him and sat down heavily onto his chest. She pinned his
shoulders to the floor with her knees and gripped the operator's wrists with
her strong but slender fingers. She placed his hands onto her thighs and held
them fast. When Pavla had gained complete control of the recovering male,
Irene sealed his doom by stepping onto his throat with her right foot,
moulding the sole around the contours of his neck. All that was between her
and her victim was the thin sheer black nylon that covered her feet and legs
and she could feel his Adam's apple bobbing as he tried to swallow. Irene
leaned forward, placed both her hands on her right thigh, just above her knee,
for extra leverage and pushed down with her foot.

At exactly the same time, a pair of incredibly strong feminine hands seized
the back of Kramer's neck. They propelled the officer forward, dashing his
head against the plate glass window. The armoured glass did not break. Still
gripping his neck with her left hand, Michelle moved her right hand and
grasped a handful of hair at the back of his head. With as much force as she
could muster, she dashed Kramer's head against the window another two times.
Satisfied that the man in her grasp was sufficiently stunned, she swung him
round and threw him to the floor. Eloise now stepped forward and stood with
her feet either side of the supine man's head. She reached down between her
legs, grasped the officer by his ears and began to lift his head. The slim
brunette sat down on the groggy man's chest and wrapped her legs around his
neck. She released his ears and the Lieutenant's head fell, the back of his
neck coming to rest against her crossed calves. She then shuffled forward, at
the same time tightening her grip with her legs until she was perched on top
of him with her crotch jammed tight onto his throat. Michelle knelt astride
the victim behind her companion. She placed his hands onto the backs of her
calves and sat down trapping them with her thighs, ensuring that he would not
be able to use them to defend himself.

Every rasping breath the officer tried to take, every choke and splutter that
emanated from his throat, as he slowly strangled, vibrated through the thin
material of Eloise's leotard into the very core of her womanhood and she
smiled down into the frightened face of her adversary in anticipation of the
inevitable orgasm she would enjoy as he died.

Irene gazed down with cold but beautiful blue eyes at the man choking and
squirming beneath her foot. A couple of times he had managed to break Pavla's
grip with one of his hands and grasp Irene's ankle in an attempt to alleviate
the crushing pressure from his tortured throat but each time Pavla was easily
able to regain control. In fact her task became easier as the operator's
strength began to ebb. His face, screwed into a grimace was turning from red
to blue and spittle dribbled from the corner of his mouth. His lips were
pulled tight back exposing white teeth, between which, his tongue protruded
obscenely.

Strangulation was the standard method of executing Nazis by the girls of
Louise La Venger's resistance group. The reason for this was twofold.

Firstly the psychological effect it had on the German invaders was
devastating. The face of a strangled man was not a pretty sight and for most
of the time, the girls took great care to ensure that the bodies of their
victims were found by their comrades. They were left with their equipment and
weapons intact, propagating a myth among the Germans that their attackers held
them in contempt, demonstrating that they did not need weapons to decimate
their ranks. Also it conveyed a feeling of dread among the Nazis of being
captured, as it was clear from the ever-mounting casualty rate that in most
cases, the victims' deaths were not instant but long and protracted, sadistic
affairs.

Secondly the method of killing served to protect the resistance fighters, for
just as the Nazis were hamstrung by their predictability and lack of
creativity, they would never be able to accept that their highly trained
stormtroopers were being destroyed by unarmed women. As a cover, the girls
worked as high class prostitutes for the German officers garrisoned in the
former French town of Femville. To that end, each girl was taught how to kill
while wearing stiletto heels and tight skirts.

Femville's male population had been wiped out when the Nazi's had invaded, and
because of the frequency with which the they were now being attacked,
convinced the Nazis that a resistance cell or Maquis, must have been operating
locally. As the only other inhabitants of the town were women, the Nazis
looked elsewhere and were convinced that their base of operation was somewhere
up in the Montmarche hills. Thus Madame La Venger's girls were able to reap
carnage through the Nazi ranks with impunity, to the point that at the same
time that they would be holding functions for the officers in the ballroom of
the Chateau, they would be interrogating prisoners held in the cellar. The
captured soldiers were very rarely kept alive for more than a day, so to
extract the maximum amount of information from them prior to execution, they
were often tortured. Others were used for training purposes for new recruits
to hone their skills or by more experienced assassins, just refining their
techniques.

Although the manner of execution was always the same, the method of delivery
differed from girl to girl, according to personal preferences and individual
circumstances. All, though were proficient in a variety of ways of bringing
about silent death to their enemies, sometimes using seduction to lure the
victim into a false sense of security, sometimes using the element of surprise
to overwhelm their adversary.

For this mission the girls were working in pairs. As individuals, each was
confident in her ability to take on a Nazi and vanquish him in hand-to-hand
combat. As a pair they were awesome.

The lieutenant was pawing ineffectually at Eloise' thighs trying to escape the
leggy hold she gripped him with but it was no use. The dark haired girl with
the pretty elfin face moaned gutturally as her orgasm broke. The waves of
ecstasy washing over her caused her to tighten her legs ever more. She grasped
her knees with both hands and pulled upward forcing her crotch deeper into the
man's throat. His feet beat a desperate tattoo on the floor as his face
rapidly turned from red to blue, then from blue to purple. He eventually began
to weaken. His hands fell away from her thighs as his struggles gave way to an
involuntary series of spasms. Eloise took hold of the Luftwaffe man's wrist
and kept the killing pressure on his throat, only relaxing when it was clear
that his pulse had been extinguished.

At almost the same time, the radar operator perished under the foot of Irene.
A final death rattle and he was quiet. The blonde took her foot from his
ruined neck and Pavla, releasing his limp and lifeless hands stood and gave
her compatriot a small hug, congratulating her on a job well done.

Chapter 8

From their vantage point beneath the control tower Louise' two OSS agents Tina
Carlsen and Traci Johnson saw Michelle's attack on the lieutenant. When he had
been dragged out of view, it was their signal to move. Keeping to the shadows,
they moved as quickly as the sweeping searchlights would allow, to the huge
bomber out on the tarmac, followed closely by the professor and the American
airmen.

"When you get aboard," Traci instructed Captain XXXX, "wait fifteen minutes.
That will give us time to attach explosive charges to the Messerschmidts."

"You got it." XXXX replied, climbing through the entry hatch.

"Good luck," the blonde said.

"Thanks," was the reply, then the hatch was closing and the girls set about
their work.

Climbing onto the first fighter, Tina opened the canopy and leaned into the
cockpit. She attached the small but powerful incendiary device under the
pilot's seat and activated the trembler switch. She then carefully replaced
the canopy and climbed down from the aircraft. Meanwhile Traci placed a second
magnetic charge beneath the engine cowling. The girls made their way to the
second fighter, where it was Traci who planted and primed the bomb in the
cockpit and then on to the third. Just as they had finished placing charges on
the sixth and final aircraft, the girls froze at he sound of heavy footsteps
coming toward them. Standing on the plane's wing and shielded by the fuselage,
peering through the clear plexiglass canopy, Traci saw two SS guards
approaching. Tina sank to the ground and melted into the darkness, her black
clothing a perfect camouflage.

It looked to Traci that the two would pass by about twenty metres away and all
she and Tina had to do was to hold tight but her optimism was short lived when
she heard one of the guards say to the other "Hans, I need to take a piss."

"Ach du lieber Himmel," Hans replied. "Why didn't you go before we started
this patrol. We can't go back for another thirty minutes."

"I'm telling you I can't wait," said the other SS man.

"Well I'm not waiting for you" Hans said. "If the Wachmeister catches us away
from the designated patrol route, it will mean the Russian front for us. You
will just have to catch me up."

"Ja. Whatever," the soldier said, already hurrying over to the parked fighter
planes. Traci kept careful watch as the soldier got nearer at the same time
making sure that he didn't spot her. He stopped by the plane on which the
blonde was hiding. He was standing forward of the wings. He unslung his rifle
and placed it on the ground. Then looking furtively about him in case he was
being observed he started to unbutton his flies. He suddenly stopped dead as
something caught his attention. Something was attached to the nose of the
plane, just behind the propeller. It looked like a small black metal box. He
certainly hadn't noticed anything similar on the other aircraft.

"Was ist.?" He said quietly as he moved in, curiously for a closer look.

Knowing that the guard was just seconds away from discovering the bomb and
blowing the whole mission, the OSS agents moved swiftly and decisively. If the
German was allowed to raise the alarm, the whole base would soon be overrun by
Nazis. He would also have to be disposed of quickly and in total silence.

Traci leapt off the wing onto the fuselage, forward of the cockpit. Using it
like a vaulting horse, she sprang over it catching the unsuspecting guard full
in the face with both feet. Her soft felt like shoes muffled the sound but the
blow was sufficient to send the soldier sprawling, stunned. Traci, in
comparison landed on her feet as lithe and as agile as a cat. Tina scrambled
from underneath the aircraft and over to the downed SS trooper. Traci grasped
his right wrist with both hands; Tina his left and they hauled him up into a
sitting position. Tina let go with her right hand and moved in so that she
stood behind him. The tall voluptuous brunette raised her right leg and passed
it over the man's left shoulder. Then twisting, she passed the calf of the
same leg over his right shoulder and grasped the ankle with her right hand.
She now had his neck firmly trapped in her right leg, the crook formed by her
bent knee tight against his throat. She didn't give the soldier time to even
make one small gasp; so effective was the seal on his airway. At a signal from
the brunette, Traci let go of the Nazis right arm. As she did so, Tina hauled
back on her leg, unbalancing him. She raised his trapped arm and lowered her
right leg rolling him to the ground until she was in a kneeling position above
him, left knee raised and right knee on the ground, with the squirming man
held securely by the throat between her calf and thigh. The soldier was on his
back, with the back of his neck resting on her calf. Her shapely but firm
thigh clad in the sheer black nylon crushed down into his throat and aided by
the girls weight, she strangled him to death. He kicked and struggled against
her but no sound came from his lips.

Seeing that Tina had matters well under control, the blonde left her friend
and went in search of the SS man's comrade. He would have to be silenced as
well or he would raise the alarm when his companion did not return. She caught
him up as he continued his patrol along the runway in front of the row of
fighter planes. She followed a parallel course to the guard, keeping to the
shadows, out of sight, stalking him. Traci had a problem. Her quarry was still
twenty metres away from her and to get to him she would have to break cover.
Once she moved in front of the fighters, she would be exposed. If the guard
was alerted to her presence before she could get to him, all would be lost. On
the other hand if she didn't make a move soon, he would start to retrace his
steps, may even call to his friend, alerting yet more Germans. As he passed by
stack of fuel drums covered by camouflage netting, Traci's fears evaporated as
Karen Jagerin stepped out of the shadows.

The German captain had seen the problem. She didn't bother trying to be quiet.

"Wer ist da?" The sentry challenged, instantly alert. He turned towards the
source of footsteps coming towards him his rifle at the ready. When he saw it
was the female officer, he snapped to attention. Karen had manoeuvred the
guard so that he stood with his back to Traci, and for that, the American girl
could have kissed her.

"Where is your comrade, soldier?" Karen inquired sternly.

The SS man swallowed nervously. "I.I don't know Fraulein Hauptman," he
stammered inwardly cursing his bad luck.

"Present your rifle for inspection," she ordered.

The guard obeyed and held out the Mauser in both hands. Karen took it from him
and started to inspect it.

"Do you realise the trouble you are in?" she asked.

"Ja. Fraulein Hauptman". He replied miserably.

"I don't think you do," she said and swung the rifle viciously. The butt
struck the SS man forcefully in the face. With a small cry he fell back, into
the waiting arms of Traci. She snaked her right arm around his neck and
gripped the wrist with her left hand. She pulled tight and walked backwards
dragging the choking soldier with her. She dragged him beneath the camouflage
netting out of sight. When she had backed up against a stack of fuel drums,
she began to sink to the ground taking her prisoner with her, until she was in
a sitting position, with the German nestled against her, between her bent
legs. She now wrapped those long, smooth, black clad legs around the sentry's
waist. Taking a deep breath, Traci exerted all the strength she could muster
into tightening the noose her arms made around his neck, at the same time
clamping her thighs around his waist, locking her ankles and holding him
secure. He tried to break the grip around his throat but he was no match for
the blonde. His hands then went to her thighs, trying to part them, to give
him room to manoeuvre. But if his hands were unsuccessful against the woman's
arms, they were totally useless compared to the strength of her legs. Traci
wanted to end this quickly. She grit her teeth and pulled as hard as she
could. The Nazi could feel the girl's hot breath on his cheek as his lungs
screamed for life giving air. He felt his eyes bulging from their sockets and
spittle running down his chin as his tongue was forced from his mouth. Traci
made a little grunt of exertion as she poured on ever increasing power. After
about a minute and a half, the blonde noticed that the writhing man trapped in
her deadly embrace begin to weaken. His world began to darken as he slipped
into unconsciousness. Still the girl applied the lethal pressure, not letting
up until Karen confirmed that he was dead.

Heaving the corpse off of her Traci stood. She briefly hugged Karen and said
"Thanks. I guess that's one I owe you."

"My pleasure," was the sultry reply from the beautiful German.

Tina's victim had expired just as Traci had begun her attack. He really had
stood no chance against her, clawing desperately at the leg wrapped tightly
around his neck. She had held him easily, gazing down at the pained expression
on his face as she killed him. When all movement had ceased, she stood
releasing his neck. A quick check with her fingers against the side of his
neck, confirmed to the dark haired girl that the soldier was dead.

She waited until she was again; joined by Traci and together they made their
way to the pre-arranged rendezvous point where Amelia waited with the truck.
The other girls had made it back before the two Americans and so as they
climbed aboard, the half French half Egyptian girl gunned the engine The
Mercedes lurched forward back he way it had come, past the control tower and
out through the deserted guardroom to freedom.

As the sound of the truck died away, the momentary silence that ensued was
split asunder as the first of the Sieger's six engines slowly turned over,
spluttered and roared into life, quickly followed by the second, then the
third.

The soldiers in the guard towers now concentrated the powerful beams of light
onto the giant bomber. Knowing something must be badly wrong, they didn't open
fire with their Spandau machine guns lest they detonated one of the huge
Valkyrie missile slung under the wing. If the aircraft was indeed being
stolen, it would have to be destroyed in the air. As the fourth engine caught,
the alarm siren sounded, low at first but slowly rising in volume and pitch as
the guard in one of the towers cranked the handle. The fifth engine started to
turn and the escort pilots were running for their Messerschmidts. The sixth
engine fired and the giant aircraft was rolling, slowly at first but gathering
speed. It slewed onto the runway. The Sieger's engines roared as the pilot
opened the engines' throttles and flames were spat from the exhaust. The
bomber lurched forward.

A series of explosions rocked the airfield as each Messerschmidt fell victim
to Tina and Traci's devices, incinerating the pilots and reducing each 109 to
just so much scrap metal.

The Sieger had neared the end of the runway and just as it seemed that it
would never take off, the nose wheel promptly left the ground, quickly
followed by the rest of the planes undercarriage. It soared into the air,
banking as it climbed setting a course for England.

Chapter 9

The bomber's course took it over the Chateau. The first the Nazis knew of it
was the low throb of its engines gradually increasing in volume as the
aircraft got nearer until it was so loud, it drowned out the music and
conversation was impossible. The Germans as well as Louise' girls rushed
outside to see the cause of the cacophony. The Nazis stared aghast as the
plane swooped overhead. Louise, on the other hand permitted herself a
satisfied little smile, before feigning concern.

"What is it General?" she asked

"Mein Gott," Von Augsburg whispered, horrified, as his champagne glass fell
from nerveless fingers. "We have just lost the war."

He looked around for Kessler, the man to whom the security of the aircraft had
been entrusted but the SS-Sturmbannfuhrer was gone.

The last hope of a Nazi victory dwindled as the mighty strategic bomber
receded into the distance, for it was June 4th 1944 and in just two days time
the biggest allied invasion in history would begin and the Nazis would go on
the run.

To be continued.