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Paula thought quickly. The girls did not seem at all suspicious as their pretty faces were covered in beaming smiles.
She asked them to stay by the door and ensure no one came in...She then slid back into the storeroom and checked on the overpowered auxiliaries' a sleeping there in.
Sweating only slightly she dropped them both into a large crate at the back of the room. Their remaining clothing she cut into strips and bounded the women together, with their heads trapped between each other’s thighs, to further muffle any cries for help.
Once that was done and a heavy tarpaulin covered the secured crate, Paula sat on it and studied the identity papers of the three-captured Helferinnen. It confirmed that the girl whose clothes Paula was now dressed in was a senior officer.
Emerging Paula decided to make use of the gullible girls and detailed them into four groups to search through the reels of film for "Special exerts for the Reichsmarschall's personal viewing"
When questioned further by the girls as they set to with the hand driven viewer as to what exactly they were looking for Paula simply replied, "You must use your initiative girls...But anything unusual looking aircraft might be an idea"
Two groups hit pay dirt almost at once...On the screen Paula saw a "The Beast" It was long, about 250 feet and about twenty feet wide; a flying boat shaped hull with low slung stubby wings that seemed to rest on the water; a large coupled engine mounted on the tale drove two sets of contra-rotating blades, one pulling one pushing, set high on the tail unit.
The girls gasped in awe as the front and tail opened and five panzer Mk 3's rolled out followed by a cloud of infantry.
In flight it barely took off at first...As Paula watched it skipping over the waves she was reminded of paying "Ducks and Drakes" as a child skipping flat pebbles over the sea. However, when it did get airborne to a high of about twelve feet it reached over 200 mph, or so she guessed.
The facts slowly sank into Paula's brain...Above the water it was impervious to mines, it travelled too low and too fast for shore batteries. In addition, as it flew low no radar could pick it up to scramble any interceptors. She broke out in a cold sweat with a few dozen of these beasts Goering could deliver his troops and take London in one morning.
"Did we do well Madam" A smiling auxiliary broke into Paula's train of thought.
"Err...Yes fine..." Paula, thought very quickly "A little cognitive test girls... Tell me...What do you know about who I am? And all you know about the Chateau"
The smiling girls gave Paula a lot of useful information, including the location of the office of the poor Hauptführerin Imelda, whom Paula was impersonating...They also volunteered that they had not had the “Delight and Pleasure” of meeting her earlier that day as they had been delayed.
It transpired they had been halted at Paris as one of their number had received some bad news that her family had been injured in a bombing raid...
“So I took the decision to send her home as per the usual procedures” ...a young and very pretty, if rather precocious Oberhelferin called Leona told a very interested Paula.
She then enquired if the girls had been allocated a billet and was told they the shared the main Auxiliary dormitory in the eaves of the west wing.
Paula was disappointed as it meant the girls would be missed...Nevertheless she had to silence them soon before they were introduced to her not as Hauptführerin Imelda, but as auxiliary Eberlin the Reichsmarschall's favourite niece.
Bidding the girls goodnight, Paula went to Imelda's small office. She slipped inside and locked the door. A secretive, systematic search took her to 2 AM; she found the forms she needed. It was easy to fill out to "Special Leave...Due to Enemy Activity" forms and travel documents for the two unfortunate film technicians'...So no one would miss them...
However, in the case of Imelda, the current of the locked strong room...she would have to be more subtle...Once Imelda's forms had been completed she stole in the office of the Oberstleutnant and used his authorising stamps on the passes...One more detail would have to wait until the late morning meeting with Goering and his ADC.
Once back in the secret tunnels, she redressed in her “own” uniform and hid Imelda’s uniform atop the chest, in which the maid could still be heard frantically struggling. Using the tunnels, she slid outside and deposited the maid’s uniform in a neat pile by the edge of the fast flowing river adding a part empty bottle of brandy for good measure.
“They’ll think the girl took a midnight dip while drunk and was carried away...so sad!” Paula thought as she dropped naked and exhausted on the bed.
“So you have come back to us at last you little minx”
Paula jerked upright or at least tried. For the two SS auxiliaries, equally naked as she was, held her down....
“Relax...darling you’re going to enjoy this...” the other one said as she reach for a large rubber object with straps attached.
It was four O’clock, when the giggling the two slid off to their room. Paula lay still gazing at the ceiling...what made it worse was they actually thought she had enjoyed it...memories from her days as a fourteen year old school girl boarder at Sherton Abbas Girls School and that Romanian bitc* Lenuta came flooding back.
She washed, washed, washed herself in a cold bath, and dressed...very slowly. A plan forming in her mind.
The SS girls left early for their meeting...Paula checked out their bags...To her surprise and delight she found a code book and a radio transmitter...replacing both them she went for her meeting with “uncle Hermann”
There she found out that he wanted her to tour Germany and address, as many meeting of the NS-Frauenschaft (National Socialist Women's League) in the next three months as she could...The ADC was very illusive as to why this had to be done...
Nevertheless, when he left Goering pulled Paula on to his lap and as his hand worked its way up her shapely stockinged leg...He boasted that after he had taken London...No one...not Goebbels, not Bormann...and certainly not “That queer little chicken farmer” as he called Himmler; would stand in the way of him and Hess from shaping the future of the Reich. He believed that by winning over the women’s organisations, he would win over the households and thus win over Germany to support him.
By now his hand was far higher than Paula’s stocking top...She whispered seductively in his ear and he signed the pass for poor Imelda whose family had been wiped out by a “British Terror Raid”... “Oh and by the way uncle...Those SS girls why are they here?”
Goering gloated as he told her that these two were going to spy on Himmler for him...
“So that’s why they have that radio and code books,” Paula purred...
It was fun to watch the Reichsmarschall change from an excited pink, to a ghostly white in a second.
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“Do not worry Uncle...I will take care of them...very good care...Himmler will never hear from is little double agents again”
One hour later, she was stretched seductively on a settee in silk stockings and a slip. A large picnic hamper stood partly open to reveal a magnum of Bollinger Grand Année, a deep silver bowl full of ice and Oysters, butter and white bread filled what little space was left. With just enough room for some little treats...about a dozen Mars bars liberated to Dunkirk together with a half bottle of cognac. A pile of pillows and blankets together with a wind up gramophone and some illicit Jazz records completed the bate.
In came the SS spies. After a little banter and some gentle foundling from Paula; the women were soon put at their ease so much so, that when she suggested that they have a meal in the thick woods on the opposite bank of the river they were absolutely delighted...
Except for one thing they were due to meet two fellow SS auxiliaries before noon in the village...Guessing it would be at that meeting they would pass on information regarding Goering's plans Paula suggested that they join them.
When she meet the two new girls Paula was in truth rather taken with them...Both young pretty blonds in the dressed in the grey uniform, knee length skirts; jackets with the black SS badge on the breast pocket, topped of with a black “cheese Cutter” cap and silver eagle emblem. One had the most blue...almost ice blue eyes she had ever seen.
Paula led the happy quartet along the river bank, passed a derelict boat house...She noted an old sail boat still moored inside...However, as the moved up in to the woods. She had a very uneasy feeling they were being watched.
Nevertheless, on finding a nice little clearing well away from anyone who could hear the girls screams...Paula put her plan into action.
"It is not really warm girls...why don't we slip off these hot itchy uniforms...After all we are all girls together are we not?"
Soon five sets of uniforms, shoes and slips lay in neat piles on a blanket...
Drinks passed around and Paula sat sipping a orange juice, as the SS maidens clinked glasses full a Champagne and Cognac co*ktail. There was one other little ingredient...for the cognac was laced with a sleeping draft. As the women became drowsy Paula eased her arm around the blue eyed maiden to her right and kissed her...After a little protest the woman lay down smiling as Paula worked her uniform knickers to her knees...The girl gasped as for the first time she was introduced to a Mars bar...
Five minutes later once Paula lifted her head from the girls snow white thighs and wiped chocolate from her mouth...She was very pleased to see both the mature auxiliaries' doing much the same to the other young SS helferinnen...One knelt astride the girls shoulders holding her head up, while her friend lay holding the girls legs apart as she munched away.
Paula tapped the woman on top and beckoned over to the edge of the clearing...A Mars bar temptingly held before her..."Come my Darling come over here where its quite...come my little billiges Flittchen...Eberlin will give you a surprise..." Paula purred alluringly
The woman who had so vilely treated Paula the previous night followed her into the woods...THUD
Paula's fist smashed upwards and the woman dropped without a sound on to her back...Straddling her Paula delivered a few hefty blows to ensure the woman would sleep on for a good while.
She returned to the clearing. The blue-eyed girl still lay on her back, a hand between her open thighs...she was moaning softly...
The other young auxiliary was also still occupied her back...For on her ample chest sat the other of Paula's playmate from the previous night...She was gasping with pleasure as another Mars bar was consumed...
Paula could not tell if the young SS helferinnen was enjoying the feast...however, her thrashing legs seemed to indicate she was not...Paula slowly walked up behind the grunting couple...Something caught her eye...
"Surely there had been four SS uniforms on the blanket...but now there was only two...Well uniforms do not just vanish...I must have been mistaken" Paula in her excitement thought she turned back to the two wriggling forms on the ground.
She brought the empty Champagne bottle down on topknot of the top girl...The bottle did not smash but it did send the helferinnen to "Sleepy Ville" smoothly and silently.
Tossing the bottle to one side Paula grabbed a pillow with one hand and un-ceremonially shoved the woman off...Before the young auxiliary had had time to register she no longer had a playmate...Paula rammed the pillow down over her face and tried to hold it there...
Unfortunately, the girl was strong...even after the drugged drink and the “excursive” metered out by Paula’s two “friends” she managed to push her off and call for help...Then she lashed out with her foot and caught Paula in a sensitive place... “F*cking H**l” Paula screamed in English...
May be it was the sound of a British voice that stopped the German...or she saw something behind Paula...what ever it was...the girl halted.
Paula lunged forward knocking the girl over...Sitting on gasping girls trim stomach and thrust the pillow down hard.
“This is like riding one of those “Bucking Broncos” I used to see in movies,” Paula thought as she hung on and pressed the pillow firmly down on the goggle eye helferinnen, who desperately “hhhhmmmppphhed and ummmppedhd” as her lithe form squirmed and bucked in a vain attempt to throw off her British assailant. Eventually her struggles subsided slowed and stoped with a muffed sob.
Paula threw aside the pillow and checked the girls pulse...it fluttered then started to beat strongly. Nevertheless, Paula was convinced she would not pose a problem for a while and was just turning around when she heard a soft click...
The other young auxiliary had obviously not been so “relaxed” by the drug and Paula’s ministrations as Paula had hoped. True her face was somewhat stupefied, her stance was definitely wobbly, but and it was a big but she was holder her Luger very steadily straight at Paula’s heart.
The was a “twang” and stone shot by her ear...The SS helferinnen glazed eyes widened and became crossed as they followed the stone right till it impacted between them...The poor girl pitched forward and lay still...
“Well well if its not my old frigid dorm mate Paula Braithwaite” The word’s were spoken in perfect English but with a slight European accent...A voice she knew well “Lenuta!” a sickly dread entered Paula’s body.
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Paula found herself facing a tall elegant woman in late-twenties...Her black curly hair fell in an unkempt cascade down her back to her waist. Her dark smouldering gaze seemed to bore into Paula's very soul.
There was still that something about the woman's shapely body that had a magnetic effect on her...an effect she had fought against, ever since that first night in the dormitory of her new boarding school. The night of the thunderstorm, the night Lenuta had enticed her into her bed...
Lenuta had always dress elegantly...her rich father saw to that...she was still dressed in the best Paris couture...however, her clothes were now in rags...
Beside her stood a dark-skinned girl of about eighteen...handsome...and with a look about her of the Romany...Her peasants clothes just as filthy and ragged as Lenuta's.... The girl was smiling as she loaded another smooth stone in her homemade catapult,
From the thick woods behind Lenuta, a woman emerged; she was still dressing in SS Helferinnen clothes, then another. They were followed more women, this time in rather threadbare dresses and laddered stockings...until all in all Paula counted sixteen of them.
Lenuta then stepped forward and gently prized the catapult from her associate’s hands...
"No Darling not her...She a friend...a very good friend...Eh! Paula...we are good friends aren't we!"
Paula nodded as Lenuta added "She is English and ..." she got no further as Paula became surrounded by several excited girls....They spoke in a babble of tongues so quickly so most of what they said Paula could not make out...Lenuta steeped in and dragged her off...
"Sorry about that...some of the girls had relatives on the MS St. Louis and hoped you had news of them..."
Paula knew the story...German Jews feeing Hitler had sailed first to Cuba, then the USA but had been refused entry...However, some mostly the children had been taken in by Britain and France.
"Who are they...?” Paula looked at the group, who were now arguing over the two remaining uniforms...
"Jews, Gypsies, Intellectuals', Communists even some Chri*tians...from Germany, Poland, France and of course" Lenuta smiled "Romania!...groups that are hated by the Nazis" She look sad and distracted for a moment " And we all have relatives to avenge...Since the fall of France we have lived rough in the woods and are making our way to the south...to the unoccupied part of France...Marseille perhaps or on to Spain...somewhere were the Nazis are not"
Paula looked at the girls..."May be I came assist you with disguises' and travel permits ...However, I need your help...England needs your help"
Lenuta looked quizzical...
"This is what we will do..."Paula did not allow her to raise objections "Girls...who wants to go to England?"
Once the hapless SS auxiliaries' came round, they were forced to hand over the stockings and suspenders...Lenutas' girls took great delight in crotch roping and binding the protesting Germans. Once their arms had been tightly secure behind their backs; Paula had them frog marched down to the boathouse she had seen earlier and then on board the old yacht.
The yacht had once been very fine, but was now rotten and leaking. Its mast was broken just above deck level. From down below, there came the smell of stagnant bilge water and diesel...The main cabin had been stripped clean. The smell of mould and slit permeated the air, and there was a green weed band inside the cabin level with the portholes. As the boat rocked slightly, there came a sloshing sound from below the planking.
The SS girls were lashed seated around the mast, as it passed through the cabin on its way to the keel of the boat. The interrogation was brief and forceful...For once Paula was glad that Lenuta knew how to make a girl cry...
When she was satisfied with the information surrendered, Paula nodded to the refugees “Gag them!” Four girls hitched up skirts and wriggled off their panties. As they slowly approached, the squirming protesting Nazis the four refugees had evil looks on the pretty faces “Pay back time” Paula mussed to herself...
“No...No...You promised...mercy” The dark haired Helferinnen screamed “You cannot do this you cannot gag us and leave us here...no...We are prisoners of war...we are MMmmuuuummmmppphhh”
“Going to be very nice and quite...you Fickfleisch” a girl smiled as she thumbed her warm panty into the gasping mouth of the Nazi.
“Please...please not with those...dear G*d not with uuummmmppphhhh” another Nazi gurgled as she to was silenced.
The other two just stayed still and quiet sobbing a little as they were gagged.
Some of the girls “kindly” tore long strips from their own ragged dresses, to add cleave gags to the panty stuffing. Thus, once the knots of these had been force between the auxiliaries quivering lips and bound around their heads, there was ample material left to secure the ends of the cleaves to the mast...locking the victims heads in place...
In fact, Paula noted that Lenuta’s girls were so efficient at immobilising the SS girls that the unfortunates’ only freedom of movement was to wriggle their feet in the water. Water!
Paula looked around water was oozing up from the planking
“The tide must be on the turn” One girl casually remarked “Shall we go Fraulein Eberlin” she said with a wink... “And leave these “nice ladies” to enjoy a long cold bath...yes?”
Ignoring the frantic struggling, splashing Nazis and the muffled cries, the girls abandoned the boat...locking down the hatch as they went.
Paula reported some of the events to "Uncle Hermann" who was absolutely delighted that the possible threat to his plans had been removed...Thus he was very willing allow his niece Eberlin, who he now promoted to the rank of Hauptführerin...which was handy as Paula already had the uniform.
He was even happy to grant his "Dear sweet Eberlin" her request that she be given..."That nice group of auxiliaries that has just arrived" to assist her in her new role. Although it did take a bit of female persuasion, much to Paula’s disgust, for him to let her have as many "Reichsmarschall Passes " as she wanted...The document informed the reader that on Goering's authority the pass holder was not to be stopped or detained by anyone...including the SS and Gestapo but given access to all area's and to be given all assistance they required.
Thus, it was that Paula dressed in the unfortunate Imelda uniform for the last time as she cleared her room and made her way up to the Auxiliary dormitory in the eaves of the west wing. She had to of course remember that the girls would know her as Imelda...but that would not be a problem for much longer.
She found the girls alone, relaxing in their scanties. She beckoned the petite busty, Oberhelferin Leona over and told her to get the girls ready to move out on a "Top Secret" mission for the Reichsmarschall...They were to be ready by dusk...But first the girls had to use their initiative again...Paula told Leona they must collect four blankets; as much rope or electrical flex as one girl could carry...and at least twenty four pairs of panties...
Leona did not seem at all put out by this strange request, but merely asked..."Does it matter if they are clean or used?" Paula smiled at her "You know Leona...It does not matter to me at all"...."But" Paula though "It’s going to matter to you..."
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Leaving the girls to prepare, Paula slid off to meet with Lenuta and her girls. Not only did she wish to could confirm the plan and she need to ensure that Lenuta's boast that within the group there were a couple of women who could alter and forge identity papers was not an empty one. She also needed to take each girls picture for the identity cards.
Paula was also mindful that there more identities would be needed, so taking the four women dressed as SS auxiliaries they headed for the road and then to the railway station.
The station was a rather typical rundown rural affair, two platforms and ticket office...some sidings full of abandoned rolling stock gentle rusting.
A small group of seven French women dressed rather showily, they stood with small suitcases waiting for a train. Paula noticed that they all wore silk stockings and had plenty of makeup on.
One girl raised her skirt to adjust her suspender...she saw Paula looking her so she winked and blew a kiss.
Paula went over and started chatting to them. It turned out that they had signed up for work in the ammunition factories of the Ruhr. Apparently, the money was good and they were sure of the best treatment, as they all now had boyfriends in the Wehrmacht.
"That is very interesting" Paula thought "Only four months since gallant France had laid down her arms to the invader and open her hands in surrender...you "Ladies" have all laid on your backs and opened your legs for an invasion...Well girls your about to find out what happens to traitors'..."
Paula then questioned the Station Master about the use of the sidings, on the pretext that for the invasion of Britain trains would have to be marshalled in his area.
The man...in between munching some bread and cheese and slurping a cheap red wine...shrugged "The wagons cannot be moved...they are so old and rusted to the track...They were there when he as a boy went off to fight the Boche at Verdun, in 1916"
Paula noted that he made no attempt to correct the insulting term Boche even for her benefit.
Nevertheless, as she went to leave he stood up and shuffled forward to open the door for her...Then she realised he only had one leg..."Verdun" he said with a poker face..."I was one of the lucky ones"
He also told Paula that the train the girls were waiting for was delayed about an hour...
Paula quickly put her plan into operation...She detailed the four refugee girls, the fake Helferinnen to go and gain access to one of the old coaches in the siding. Once they signalled that had been completed...Paula strode up to the waiting women.
“Did you know your train is delayed by five hours girls?” she said with a smile
A chorus of French swearing arouse... The young woman who had blown a kiss to Paula groaned “I am frozen...there is no waiting room on the pig sty of a station and that pig of a station master will not allow us into his warm office...”
“Don’t worry my dear Dreckschlampe” Paula purred seductively “I have some of my girls preparing a little reception for you...a good warm one...come” Smiling she grabbed the girls arm and started dragging her towards the carriage... “Bring your suitcases ladies...come...I have a little party for you...”
She did not see the Station Master looking out of the window, nor his quickening gate as he hurried over to a steam locomotive that stood waiting at the signals.
Paula climbed up into the carriage...The windows were covered with mouth eaten blinds others opaque with grime and dust...The four girls had stripped naked and stood gently tapping coshes made from their uniform woollen socks filled with sand...
“Come ladies come in do” She stood aside and motioned the first women forward into the carriage.
A first the first two could not make out anything in the half-light...by the time they did, and opened their luscious red glossy lips to scream in shock. Hands had already clapped over their mouths, their hats knocked of their heads and a vigorous little tattoo of falling coshes had rendered them senseless on the floor...They dealt with the next couple just as quickly and silently.
However, the final three saw what was happening and a true fight developed...Blows were exchanged and the brunet who had acted so sluttish towards Paula managed to rip down one of the blinds...Through the filthy glass she must have seen the engine on the other track and though rescue was near... Taking her stiletto shoe, she smashed the glass.
Paula and one of her girls was about to jump on the hussy...Now they found themselves looking straight out at the engine, its crew and the Station Master...The whor* half turned to Paula, a look of triumph on her face and screamed for help
The engines shrill whistle drown the girls yell and she did not get another chance as Paula grabbed her hair and rammed her head into the carriage wall...as the girl slid to the floor moaning the naked refugee girl brought her cosh down on her top knot repeatedly...and soon the collaborator was slumped sleeping. By now, only one of the seven was resisting...And she was on her back her long stockinged legs kicking the air as one fake SS girl sat on her and was punching her lights out.
Finally, they stripped the French women down to their bras and panties. Then bound them tight in classic hogties, with added crotch rope and neck halters for added discomfort...
As her refugee girls redressed in their SS auxiliary uniforms...Paula sorted out the coats, dresses of the collaborators. These plus the contents of the suitcases would come in really handily. Some silk slips were torn up and used as gags... By now, the girls were coming round and alternatively whimpering and cursing...but in a much muffled manner...
“Will they be found here” one girl smiled “I do hope not...we need a good head start...”
“Never fear Mademoiselle...” Paula and her girls spun around there stood the stationmaster and the engine crew.... “No one her that Slu*s cry...and tonight we put these “ladies” on a very special train...a very slow train that carries goods to Turkey...rest assured I will contact my counter part in Istanbul...these women will be put to good use” He winked and turned away from the frantically wriggling and sobbing collaborators squirming on the floor... “Perhaps dear lady...” he said to Paula “You and your friends take a little wine with me...While my friends here...” He indicated the crew “Initiate some of these girls into their new career...Yes?”
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Paula made it back to the Château to find Leona and her section of Helferinnen assembled in the court yard in a regimented column.
The four girls at the rear not only carried their suitcases and capes, but between them carried the blankets, rope electrical flex and a small haversack..."that must contain the panties" Paula grinned
Leona came up and saluted smartly..."All girls ready for inspection Madam...and may I add we are ready to do our bit for victory" she added with a smile
"Thank you Oberhelferin...I am sure that by this time tomorrow who will all have contributed to the final victory" She returned the blonds smile ....
"A British victory that is my dear" Paula thought then to the Oberhelferin "I will inspect the girls now"
She started at the rear and ensured that the large blankets would be adequate, the rope and flex would be sufficient to firmly and irrevocably secure all the now smiling blond maidens to trees...as to the panties...she turned to Leona and pointed to the haversack.
The woman grinned "There are two sections out doing PT in the rear garden...they will be a while, but when they return they will find certain items of the apparel missing" She smiled wickedly..."They may find for rest of the day they have a draft...under their skirts" she giggled
"They deserve it Madam" an auxiliary butted in "They stole most of Mitzi's birthday cake we made for her..."
"Shut up idiot" Leona snapped
Intrigued Paula asked "Exactly how old is Mitzi?"
The Helferinnen looked to the grown and mumbled something. Turning Paula fixed a quizzical gaze on Leona...The woman cleared her throat and said...
"She was eighteen yesterday Hauptführerin..."..."yes I know she should not have even joined up yet...but she does her duties well and is so helpful we all love her...please do not send her home to Bremen...there is nothing there for her...she hates the city but loves the out door life...the woods and the forests and..."
Paula felt a pang of conscience; however she shook her head "Well I am sorry Oberhelferin but..." Paula waited for dramatic effect "But...she will...have...to come with you!"
A muffled cheer erupted...Paula nodded to Leona "Best we go before those girls find their knickers are missing"
She took her place at the front of the column beside Leona and just in front of a smiling if rather tall maiden with short boyish blond hair, whom Leona introduced as the popular Mitzi.
Out of the Château they marched, but instead of heading for the Railway Paula led them over the bridge and up into the steep wooded hills...
One hour later after a rest stop Paula instructed the girls to leave their capes, cases; the rope and other items in a neat pile and take the left hand fork in the path and follow it until she told them otherwise...The mystified women obeyed...
As soon as the forest absorbed their foot falls, figures emerged from the undergrowth... Lenuta and her girls had arrived...
Paula detailed the four disguised as SS Helferinnen to guard the path in case anyone came along...or less likely any auxiliaries’ running in a bid to escape their nemesis.
Lenuta sent three girls up through the woods either side of the path. They were to pass the strolling Helferinnen and to get ready to quietly pick them off one at a time. She then introduced Paula to the young catapult armed gypsy girl...whose name was Tsura...
“Don’t let her small size and winsome expression fool you darling...” Lenuta purred “She has a big score to settle with the Nazi’s and she is as vicious and dirty fighter as they come...She really scares me at times...”
The remaining four women lifted up the blankets, rope and the haversack and followed Lenuta, Paula and Tsura.
By now the line of auxiliaries’ had started to draw out as the poor girls became weary walking up the steep twisty forest path.
Turning a corner Paula spied one girl on her own dabbing her right eye with her hankie.
“Here let me help you” Paula offered “Take off your hat and look up...There that’s it...all out one less fly Eh!...Look up again...do you see any stars?”
“Err...No Hauptführerin...it’s far too early to see...”
“Thud” the foot of a sand filled sock connected with the back of the woman's head
“Ohm! Yes now I see stars....they.....” Thud...Thud... “Uuuuuhhhhhggg”
The girl was as she pitched forward...by two naked women who popped out of the undergrowth and taking an arm each lowered the comatose auxiliary backwards on to a newly spread blanket.
They worked quickly and quietly...Shoes were unlaced and eased off of stockinged feet...Paula was please to see the girl had followed orders and wore white ankle socks under her stockings...The grey skirt was unbuttoned and pulled off, the uniform jacket likewise followed...Then the white blouse and the white slip...The girl was a “looker” a 32-24-32 figure if Paula was any judge...but her long shapely legs were somewhat masked by the thick grey stockings...But not for long...Lenuta’s girls knew their trade , and they soon had removed the stockings and the suspender belt.
Flipping the Helferinnen on to her front they pulled her arms behind her back, and then folded them so that they could bind the wrist of the right hand to the elbow of the left arm and visa-versa. Flex was then secured to the top of the arms and run around the girls chest above and then below her breasts. A crotch rope was added, with a large knot settled firmly into the vulva. The end of the rope was then whipped around the folded forearms and tied off. However only the girl’s ankles were tied and this was done with a quick release knot as later the poor girl would have to be moved far into the forest to ensure she would never be found.
One balled up pair of panties were stuffed into the mouth of the senseless girl and secured with a cleave made of rags.
The girls started to come too. Only to discover she had the mother of all headaches and she was down her white bra, knickers and socks...She squirmed and moaned. Her eyes filled with disbelief as she watched her uniform being carefully folded up. The with muffled scream she was lifted bodily off the blanket and rolled into the undergrowth to await later collection...
They moved on up the path until the came up behind another auxiliary. This maiden was evidently a lover of plants for she was bent over smelling one as Paula approached, with Tsura right behind her.
This time however, the pugnacious little gypsy did not get a chance to use her cosh. For out of the bushes in front of her, two pairs of hands emerged.
One pair grasped the girls head...one hand over her mouth and nose in an air tight lock, the second snatched at the gasping woman's long golden locks and tugged hard, pulling her head towards the bushes.
The other pair of hands grabbed the Helferinnen's hands and started to pull the horrified woman off into the undergrowth.
By the time Paula and Tsura reach the spot only the auxiliaries trim stocked ankles feet were visible...These started to beat a furious panic stricken tattoo on the path as their owner was slowly dragged further in and on to a waiting blanket.
The girl’s struggles slowed as she used up her air and stopped as she fainted with a pitiful muffled sigh.
“These two girls work even quicker than the last two” Paula concluded as with in 60 seconds their victim was down to her scantiest...As the poor Helferinnen started to revive but one of the girls clamped a hand over her mouth and a rusty knife to her throat...
“Your finished you Nazi Fickstute...be silent and cooperate or I will slit your pretty little throat open right here and now!”
The girl whimpered as the panties were stuffed into her mouth...but otherwise just stared at Paula with pleading uncomprehending look, like a puppy dog kicked for no good reason.
Once she was trust up like the first girl they left her in the bushes to contemplate her fate.
Around the bend they found two more auxiliaries sitting on a log chatting away merrily totally unaware of the events that had just overwhelmed their two comrades’.
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Leaving Tsura behind a bush loading her catapult...Paula stepped forward “Ladies...”
Her voice made them jump...the both started to get up...
“No please stay seated girls...It’s a lovely spot you can just see the river from up here...”
Both women turned their heads, thus giving Tsura a good shot...Twang...whistle... Thud...Uugggghhhh.....Crash!
One stone sent the right hand auxiliary backwards off the log...Her seamed stockinged legs raised high in a perfect V, before flopping back limp.
On hearing the noise her friend turned Twang...Oooocccchhhh.....Crash! Then she too slid down and lay still.
Her skirt ruckled, up revel a shapely thigh with its grey stocking pulled tight by a white suspender.
“Tut...Tut, my girl I will have to put you on a charge...”Paula laughed pointing to the woman’s all too visible knickers... “Pink lace ones are definitely forbidden in the Luftwaffe dress code”
“Don’t worry miss” an voice with a heavy east European ascent came from the bushes “She will not be seen in them by any one else” With that the ankles of the two prostrate women were grabbed. They were slowly slid into the underground, thereto be rendered down to their underwear.
A hundred yards on six more auxiliaries strolled on in a line.
Paula walked up and chatted to them as she passed, so that the girls did not notice shadows creeping silently stealthily up on them...Paula asked them if they would like to strike up a marching song...A rather tuneless rendition of the Horst Wessel Song broke out...tuneless it may have been but it was loud...loud enough to cover the nefarious happenings behind them.
Paula turned to watch...The last girl in the line was the first...Her baby blue eyes widened like saucers as a hand shot out and clamped over her mouth and nose...cutting off her scream for help. Her hat was knocked off at the same time as a strong pair of hands grabbed the unfortunate fraulein’s arms and held them firm. Three soft thuds...where not heard over the rousing chorus...or the scuffing sound of a pair of shoes complete with their owner’s motionless feet being dragged back out of sight to a waiting blanket.
The next Helferinnen was singing her little heart out, her rather well endowed chest heaving as her lungs worked...In fact at one point Paula thought the voluptuous woman's blouse buttons would Pop!...What actually happened was that a large branch that had been tied back was released...It sprung out across the track and slammed into the girls stomach.
She stopped singing and doubled up with a noticeable "OOOooppphhmmm" as the air was knocked out of her...Her mouth opened and closed silently like a goldfish...that is until someone rammed a pair of tightly balled up panties into it...Another hand grabbed her uniform collar and yanked the shocked auxiliary into the bushes...
As the remaining girls marched on singing, the beat of their refrain was echoed by the Thud...thud...thud of a sand filled sock on a Helferinnen's head and by the frantic beating of a girls stockinged legs on the forest floor...but the latter ceased soon after the former began.
The was a short period when nothing seemed to happen...true there was some rustling in the undergrowth...as two blonds had their Grey uniforms and stockings removed. And then were "kitted out" with bounds and gags.
As Paula watched the column pass, a young woman swung down from the trees and landed on the rear most girl...Knocking her over and into the bushes before she could scream...A muted noise did arise...But Paula guessed (correctly as it happens) that the Helferinnen's mouth was almost instantly stuffed with panties so she remained quite quiet as her lights were gently punched out.
Nevertheless, her flailing limbs made enough noise to make the next girl in line turn to see what was amiss. A puzzled look came over her beautiful face as she saw just an empty track behind her, where her comrades should have been. Spinning around she saw Paula's smiling at her...
"Don't worry my dear Bloede Kuh...your friends have been taken good care of...and your about to join them...look there!” She pointed back to the path where now stood a young grinning Tsura loading a small stone into her catapult ...Twang...whistle... Thud...Uugggghhhh.....The blue eyed beauty gasped her eyes rolled back and Paula caught the stunned women auxiliary under her arms as she crumpled...then gently passed the stricken woman over to three girls in the bushes who laid her out on a blanket and got to work...
The remaining four “song birds” marched on oblivious to their impending fate...Oblivious that is until it was their turn...the next two girls where simply way-laid one at a time hand gagged and unceremoniously yanked into the bushes and there without too much difficulty or loss of time made honorary citizens’ of Sleepy-Ville for the piffling sum of one uniform; one slip; stockings and a pai of shoes.
That left the short busty Oberhelferin Leona and tall Helferinnen Mitzi. Paula did feel some compassion for the two...Mitzi because of her age and apparent sweet nature and Leona just because..., well because however unwittingly she had helped bring about her whole sections disappearance.
By now Lenuta, still dressed in her own rags and five of her girls now rather resplendent in the auxiliaries grey uniforms had come up to speak to Tsura...There was some sort of argument going on...Lenuta looked over to Paula and smiled...something inside Paula turned cold...Two of Lenuta's girls shoved Tsura down the track. While the other two and Lenuta walked over to Paula...
"Let’s finish this quick..." Lenuta snapped
Her hand curled over Paula's shoulder, in what could have been a affectionate embrace...her hand seemed to stroke Paula's lapel as is measuring the quality of the cloth...
"Two shots that is all no one will hear anything back at the château...Then we can secure the rest of these Flintenweib and leave them to it as we dress and go yes...”
“No” Paula retorted horrified at the thought of directly shedding blood “Leave this to me and find a uniform from an auxiliary that fits you...” She shrugged off the woman’s python like embrace “Now go!”
Lenuta’s eyes narrowed and although she stood back she made no move to obey.
Paula and the two women walked up the path...till it ended in a small clearing... standing there rather bemused were Mitzi and Leona.
"Hauptführerin...I do not understand" Leona looked at Paula "The path is a dead end..." then more worriedly "where are all my girls...they were right behind...Who are they?”
She pointed as the two replacement auxiliaries sauntered by in their recently acquired uniforms and stockings...the girls headed off into the deep wood to search out some trees...Throwing the two real Helferinnen sickly smiles as they went.
"They are my girls Leona" Paula said in a measured tone suppressing the painful emotion she felt..."And they are on a mission..."
"Oh F*ck...fu*k....fuc*" She thought "This has to be done...best do it sooner than later..."
"Where are our friends" Mitzi spoke for the first time...such a soft quite voice...a very pretty smile fading ...Paula gulped and tried to remember why this had to happen
"They are rather tied up at present..." Paula said truthfully "Their mission is almost done...and I am afraid dear Mitzi so is yours"
The girls gasped as Paula pulled out her Luger..."Strip!"
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"What are you mad?" Leona snapped...but she raised her hands anyway...
"No not mad...just a British secret agent" Paula said trying to sound menacing as she slightly prevaricated the truth
"You and all your friends are going to be replaced...we need your uniforms, stockings slips, shoes and suspenders..."
"What...what are you going to do with us..."Mitzi sobbed as she unbuttoned her jacket
"Relax Mitzi...If this traitorous Nutte is British she will not harm us...The British play by the rules...that is why we will beat them…We are unarmed and have surrendered they must eventually let us go or march us to Switzerland...” Leona said slipping her skirt off and hanging it on a bush...She now stood in her slip, stockings and shoes...glaring at Paula.
“Shoes, stockings, suspenders and slips girls” Paula commanded
Mitzi hitched up her slip and bending forward…giving Paula a good view of a rather promising cleavage…started to unclip the metal suspender clasps…
Leona had wriggled out of her slip and unfastened her suspender belt, this together with her grey stockings hung around her ankles. Resting first one foot then the other on a log she unlaced her shoes and steeped out of them and her stockings at the same time…She stood hugging herself in the cool night air…
Up the path came the footfalls of the rest of Lenuta’s girls...But no Tsura...Paula noted.
Most of Lenuta’s women had dressed in the uniforms of the hapless Helferinnen, although even in the fleeting moonlight Paula could see some uniforms did not fit very well...Trudging along at knife point came the bound and gagged auxiliaries...some in shock...some weeping...some just with a vacant stare.
Leona gulped when she saw the way the girls had been gagged and bound...in particular the very tight knotted crotch ropes which must have made the walk rather uncomfortable...
“You cannot treat prisoners like that!” she snapped a Paula “You British have signed the Geneva Convention...we have rights...”
“Ah!” Lenuta stepped forward “But we are not British...We are...”
Paula watched Mitzi’s face, as Lenuta gave a very brief and harrowing account of what some of the girls had suffered under the Nazi regime... As far as Paula could see the young auxiliary was genuine horrified by the tales...
“She’s probably just had Goebbels propaganda drummed into her for the last four years and the girl has never reason to question it, until now...until its too late...poor girl” Paula thought
“So you see Oberhelferin...the only right we are going to give you and your section, is to be left alive...but gagged, concealed and left securely fixed to various trees...So you need not worry about any embarrassment about being seen in your underwear...as no one will ever see you again...”
It took only a second for the full implications of what Lenuta had said to sink into Leona, suddenly she yelled...”Run girls! Run! it’s our only hope...”
She dashed at Lenuta and knocked her and two of her imposters flying; Three of the captured auxiliaries tried to follow...but for obvious reasons the moved much slower...far too slow and despite kicking and struggling they were held. Leona had more luck until she ran head long into the final four girls left at the bottom of the track...
When a rather bruised Leona was brought back her hands had been tied behind her to a crotch rope. She was Uuummmmpphhing and gurgling, her cheeks bulged and what appeared to be a black lace of a pair of panties protruded from around a cleave gag. With one girl each side of her was lifting and dragging the squirming woman backward so the toes of her white socks scrabbled at bare earth in a pathetic attempt to gain some purchase
Paula glowered at Lenuta “Did you have to tell them what we had planned for them...They aren’t going to be so cooperative now...”
Lenuta shrugged “But they will still go into the forest and not come out...Just like my family never came out from the Gestapo’s “protective custody””
The Paula had an idea...Mitzi was still standing unfettered. Paula walked up to the Oberhelferin “Listen to me Leona...listen to me all of you...Nothing can change what is about to happen to you...However...If you cooperate and don’t try to escape...I promise you we will go easy on Mitzi here...No crotch rope; no panties’ gag and we will secure her sitting down to a tree that has not got a rough bark...we will even find her a nice soft bed of moss to sit on...But should you struggle...”she let the threat hang in the air...
After awhile some of the Helferinnen sullenly nodded; Leona gaze fell and she grunted something throw her gag.
So deep into the forest that night moved the auxiliaries...not swiftly and certainly not happily...but they moved...Mitzi brought up the rear...Although she had been cleave gagged and had a scarf secured over her mouth and nose, to ensure a better muffling, she had not been tied and walked rather calmly in front of Paula.
The in a deep wooded raven Lenuta and her girls started securing the auxiliaries to some welcoming trees; some the tied standing up with their backs to the trunk, Some were secured facing their tree...with breast and legs straddling it...In these cases the affixed the electrical flex to the tree and to the lower branches...then ran this to the rope bounds affixed around the fretting Helferinnen’s chest, arm bindings and crotch rope, to ensure the woman could not move left, right up or down. In one case they tied four girls around one large tree and also secured the wrists of one girl to the crotch ropes of the two adjacent women...just to discourage and thought of escape.
For those auxiliaries who still made a fuss about their fate Lenuta had devised a “nice little surprise...Namely she hooded them with some of the surplus knickers...leaving the poor women thus treated with the panties crotch over their nose and mouth and their tear-filled eyes gazing out through the leg holes.
Finally it was Mitzi and Leona’s turn. Paula decided that the two should be secured close together...not close enough to reach each others bounds of course...but close enough that Mitzi would know she was not alone in the dark woods.
Paula had Leona tied with her back to a tree and insisted that the Oberhelferin did not had her crotch rope secured to a lower branch like the other girls...just to allow her a bit of movement...even if it was only up and down...At least she could sit some of the time... Paula kept her word regarding Mitzi...the girl did not protest or demure as she sat still her arms and legs out in front of her hugging a small tree very tightly as she was fastened to it...
Paula bent down and gently stroked the woman’s forehead... “I am so...so...sorry my girl...I really am...but this is war...and I must get to do my bit...if Britain is invaded all those terrible things those girls...girls like you suffered will happen all over again...you do understand why I cannot take prisoners don’t you”
A curt nod and a muffled sob was all the reply she got.
Finally the group, who apart from Lenuta had now fully dressed in the grey uniforms of the luckless Helferinnen, set about concealing their clothes former inhabitants with branches and bits of shrub to ensure they would not be found.
Paula stopped and listened...apart from the odd muffled whimper, the rustling of bound limbs against ruff barked trees...everything was quite...Indeed she thought that even a diligent search party could probably pass by without ever discovering twelve handsome females dressed in bras, panties and socks.
Lenuta came up to her “Do not worry about the noise...they will soon exhaust themselves and by this time tomorrow will be almost incapable of making and sound to attract help”
Paula nodded...she still felt bad about the whole thing...but this was war. “Best go and get a uniform Lenuta we must be out of her soon and down to the railway station...the journey to Holland is along one” she turned her back on the woman to look down where Mitzi sat secured and silenced...
“Don’t worry about my uniform dear Paula...I have already located one” Lenuta purred
There came a loud thud...To Paula it seemed as if it emanated from inside her skull...Pain shot through her...a bright light that blanked out her vision...a floating sensation as the forest floor came up to meet her...then a sweet blessed pain free blackness enveloped her.
Paula was naked, tied facing a cold damp cellar wall...the firing squad was laughing at her and the officer was kicking her on the right buttock...kicking...kicking...could he not get on and give the order to fire or was she going to die of cold and thirst...She tried to yell at him to insult him to make him end it...But he had rammed her mouth with a sponge cake...an yeasty flavoured sponge cake...it filled her mouth so much she could not chew it or spit it out...The Bastar* did he not know she had a headache...a real mother of a spitting headache...and the ants, the ants were crawling over her face...Ants on a damp castle wall...Ants?
Slowly she awoke...she was laid out on the forest floor...Her head hurt...by the good lord it hurt...She tried to move...but she couldn't...she raised her head and as her vision cleared she saw...That her arms had been laid out before her and bound at the wrists; then secured to foot of the same tree that the young Helferinnen Mitzi had been tied to...Her ankles had been similarly fixed the tree next to the Oberhelferin Leona.
Two further nasty bits of information smashed their way into Paula's concussed brain. One she was...extremely challenged in the clothing department naked, or to put it another way...only dressed in her birthday suit...in the buff...NAKED!...The second piece of data her brain processed was that Leona was, by jumping and stretching just able to lift her bound ankles high enough to bring the heels down hard on Paula's naked right ass cheek...
"The Bitc* I'll get you" Paula was gripped by fury...
Unfortunately, for her and rather fortunately for Leona...she was also gripped by strong bonds at the wrist and ankles so no matter how much she struggled...how much she Huummmpphhed, UUmmmppphed, and wriggled Paula stayed put...
Slowly she stopped struggling...deciding to save energy. She was glad that Leona had apparently used all hers up and stood head bowed gazing at the forest floor, at her perfectly formed dainty feet and her well-bound ankles...
Paula judged that it would soon be dawn the sky was lightening and one or two birds had started to sing...She remembered how on school holidays her Daddy had taken her and her young brother, for long walks in the New Forest in the morning mists...as he pointed out the birds and their songs...That was until his coughing had got worse...
