WW2 Spy Stories:- Her Righteous Vengeance ( A Request by Arc)

[Stormtrooper1990]

Following on from Operation Broken Sickle this is the first story from the perspective of the Western Allies. Here, Marianne Dreyfus a French Jew and member of the French Resistance, or Maquis, as been handpicked for a dangerous but deeply personal mission. She is to assassinate SS- Brigadeführer Lothar Brandt, a man responsible for the mass deportation of thousands of Jews and resistance members, including Marianne's own family, to the concentration camps in the East. The General as set himself up at the Paris Grand Hotel, off the Chámps Élyseés, using it as his own personal headquarters, sealing it off from the rest of the city, allowing only food deliveries from local farmers, staff members and his lover the famed Parisian actress Gabrielle Dubois inside. Marianne needs to infiltrate the hotel, to bring an end to Brandt's reign of terror and to avenge her family. This is her story...




An Alleyway, across the road from the Paris Grand Hotel. 14:00 hrs Wednesday 21st March 1943





" Marie, you don't have to do this. We have many girls in the cell, who can take your place. Is this so important to you?" Said Léoni Dupree as she sat in the cab of a Renault flatbed, parked in an Alley across the road from the Paris Grande Hotel. " No, Léo. You know that I have to do this, that Nazi bastard in there as deported 1'000s of Jews and our fellow Maquis to the East to the Concentration camps. Even my..." Marianne Dreyfus paused as she felt a knot in her throat, tears welling in her eyes as she recalled the painful memory. "....family. I wish in my heart that it was not so, but I know enough not to believe the Nazi's when they say resettlement they mean mass murder. No, General Lothar Brandt dies today by my hand. For my family, and for France." As Marianne, leant back into the seat , she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the trucks wing mirror. At 21 she was young beautiful woman and a member of the French Resistance, a Maquis. Her high cheekbones, rounded features and almond shaped blue eyes framed by jet black shoulder length hair, cut into a bob. Born into a devout Jewish family of watchmakers, originally from the city of Metz in the Alsace-Lorraine region, Marianne's family had moved to Paris in the wake of WW1 to start a new life. Fluent in both French and German, Marianne was studying linguistics at the University when one day returning from her studies, she was greeted to the sight of her family being forced into the back of a SS truck on account of being Jewish. After hiding from the waffen SS, for three days while they searched high and low for her Marianne sought out and joined the Resistance vowing to free her beloved France from the Nazi scourge that had blighted it. It was here she had found out the name of the man responsible for her family's deportation, SS Brigadefürher Lothar Brandt, and from that point on had sworn vengeance. She had also met her lover, the sweet Léoni Dupree who had taught everything she knew about combat, the art of disguise and Infiltration. Léoni reached out gently caressing her lover's face, Marianne gently leaned into her touch savouring it. "I should have known better than to talk you out of it Ma Chérie. It's what made me fall in love with you. Your strength, your passion for the cause and for France." They both leant in, kissing passionately. "Just promise me this, Ma Chérie that you will come back to me. I cannot lose you, the cell cannot lose you." Marianne caressed the face of her blonde haired lover, looking into her big brown eyes. " Don't worry, Léo. I will be back before you know it." Léoni smiled at her lover, giving her a quick kiss on her cheek. "I will hold you to that, Marie. Go then, my brave beautiful heart. Give that Nazi bastard what he deserves, and that collaborating bitch Gabrielle Dubois too." After giving her lover a parting kiss, Marianne got out of the truck and walked across the street towards the Paris Grande Hotel.





As Marianne neared the loading bay, to the rear of the Paris Grande Hotel which was sealed off from the rest of the city by the SS, she reviewed the plan that she and Lèoni had devised last night. Her first task was to infiltrate the Hotel, and according to Resistance spies who had been watching hotel for the last week the Nazis routinely took delivery of fresh food from local farmers from outside of Paris. Using this opportunity, Marianne had decided to replace one of the farmhands. And she had the perfect tool to do this, a small phial of chloroform tucked into the pocket of her leather jacket. Slipping past the SS troops guarding the entrance to the dock, Marianne climbed the high wall hopping over to land in the loading dock to the rear of the Hotel. Creeping forward, she spotted a young redheaded woman unloading a truck Laden with fresh fruit, her back to Marianne. The farmhand was dressed in a white loose blouse, over which she wore blue dungarees with brown leather laced work shoes and a straw hat pulled tight over her auburn hair done up it a sensible bun. Marianne smiled, the girl was exactly her size, readying her cholorform she silently approached the unsuspecting farmhand.




Farmhand Anaïs Fontaine wiped the sweat from her brow, as she unloaded another crate of meat and eggs from the back of the truck, inwardly cursing the Nazis as she did so. At 23, Anaïs was one of the farmhands from a small but prosperous farm outside of the city, suffering from the yoke of the Nazi occupation. With the Nazis asking more and more of the farmers in their gluttony as they continued their raping of the French people, charging more for entry and paying less for the produce the farmers brought in. Inwardly Anaïs spat on the Nazis, but outwardly there was nothing she could do. She was a looker with slender cheekbones rounded features, a smattering of freckles across her face, and doe shaped pale turquoise eyes, her auburn hair tied into a sensible bun. Anaïs hated the lecherous glares her good looks recieved from the German soldiers, and wished that she had the courage to fight them. As she prepared to stretch out, Anaïs felt a damp rag clamp over her mouth as she was seized from behind. She felt a trickle of fear seep down her spine, as she felt the fumes from the rag begin to overcome her. "Shh!, ma chérie. Don't fight it, I'am not going to hurt you. I just need your clothes, that's all. With them, I will strike a blow against the Nazis, help me sister, for France." Whispered a beautiful voice in her ear, which calmed the struggling farmhand. Thinking on the woman's words, Anaïs took a deep breath letting the fumes quickly enter her lungs. She slumped unconscious into the arms of her attack, content in the knowledge that she was doing her small part for France.



Marianne gently lowered the sleeping farmhand to the cobbles. " Mercí, sweetling. Sleep well." She said as she removed the cholorform rag from the pretty farmhands mouth, gently carressing her beautiful face. The girl will be out for the next three hours, plenty of time for Marianne to complete her mission. Wasting no time, Marianne stripped of her clothes down to her underwear then knelt by the unconscious farmhand. She first removed the girls straw hat and shoes, then slipped the dungarees off her shoulders peeling them down her slim athletic body, and off her long divine legs revealing a hint of a thin cream cotton slip with high waisted briefs underneath. Leaning the sleeping girl against her body, Marianne unbuttoned the girls shirt slipping the garment from her shoulders, gently lowering the scantily clad redhead to the cobblestones. As she quickly got dressed in her stolen clothes, Marianne quickly appraised the sleeping girl, she was a pretty little thing. A life working the land, had done wonders for the redhead giving her a toned athletic figure with beautiful supple C-cup breasts. There was a gentle smattering of freckles on her bared shoulders, that only enhanced her beauty. While attracted to the girl, Marianne knew there was only woman for her. Now fully dressed in the farmhands clothes, Marianne pulled the straw hat over her head then scooped up the unconscious body of the redheaded farmhand in a fireman's carry, walking over to an empty crate. Marianne gently lowered the sleeping girl into the crate, clad in only her cream slip and high waisted briefs, then dumped her clothes inside with her. "Mérci again, ma chérie. Your assistance to the cause will not go unnoticed." Marianne said to the unconscious redhead, as she sealed the crate. Once she was finished, Marianne took one of the crates laden with food hoistered it on her shoulders and walked towards the service entrance of the Paris Grande Hotel.



Inside the Paris Grande Hotel


As Marianne walked into the service entrance past two Waffen-SS guards, one armed with a Kar 98k rifle the other an NCO with an MP40, busy barking orders in German to the farmhands, she overheard a brief conservation between a young blonde SS Helfrinnen and the wife of one of the farmers. "What do mean it's only worth 50 francs, fraulein? You paid us 70 only last week!" The Helfrinnen was unmoved by her plea. "The General pays what he believes this shit is worth. And believe me Madamé, this isn't worth much. You don't like it, we can simply requisition your farm and deport you east. Now get back to work, you French bitch." The two soldiers at the doors laughed as the farmer hung her shoulders in defeat. Feeling intense disgust at the Nazi whore, along with an urge to kill her, Marianne walked past the group as if she was heading to the kitchens. Once out of sight, she tucked the food crate behind a curtain as she recalled phase two of the plan. In order to access the upper floors, Marianne needed the uniform of a hotel maid, while they could not leave the hotel, they were able to access the upper floors were the general and his mistress, the collaborator actress Gabrielle Dubois, held court. As she scanned the lobby area, Marianne saw a young pretty maid walk past her towards a storeroom to the left of the concierge's desk. As the girl flashed Marianne a beautiful smile, she appraised the girl. The maid was a pretty little thing, with high cheekbones, angular features and big hazel eyes with light brown hair tied into an elegant knot. Her uniform, which consisted of a black dress that came up above the knee with white lace on the hem, collar and cuffs with a matching lace apron and frilly lace headband, her long legs covered by fishnet tights with black high heels, looked to be Marianne's size. She flashed the pretty maid a suggestive smile back, as the girl disappeared into the storeroom, Marianne still smiled followed the maid into the room.




Hotel maid Fifi Lacroix busied herself as she tried to find a new feather duster, cursing the slovenly Nazis who had invaded her hotel. At 21, Fifi been a maid working at the Paris Grande Hotel since the Nazi occupation three years previously, and had hated every single day of it. Having to put with the leering stares and wandering hands of the flithy Nazi trash, and not just from the men she had been propositioned by that Schültz the blonde bitch Helfrinnen , the woman had even touched her ass. Damned hypocritical Nazi bitch, Fifi thought savagely I hope she gets hers. As she still searched in vain for a fresh duster, Fifi's mind wondered to the pretty farmhand and her pretty smile wondering if she took the hint, she could definitely use the sex right about now. Suddenly, Fifi felt a hand clamp around her mouth muffling her cry of surprise as a slender arm snaked around her throat gently applying pressure. "Shh! Ma Chérie don't fight it. I'am really sorry about this, but I'am with the resistance and I need your clothes to kill General Brandt, just relax. What I do, I do for France, for all of us." Said the soft gentle voice from behind her. Instead of struggling, Fifi relaxed into the arms of the woman behind her as she felt the blood and oxygen being cut off to her brain. As Fifi was lowered to the floor, she quickly fell unconscious content in the knowledge that she was contributing to the downfall of the Nazis.




As Marianne lowered the unconscious maid to the floor, she gently caressed the girl's face. "Mérci, sweetness. Now to get you out of that uniform." After stripping off her farmhands disguise, also taking off her underwear reasoning the maids would sit better under the uniform, Marianne got to work stripping the unconscious maid. After removing the maids hat, apron and heels, Marianne rolled the unconscious girl onto her side unbuttoning the black dress peeling it from her shoulders down her slim petite body, revealing a white lace strapless bra with matching white lace briefs covered with black fishnet tights. Unhooking the maids bra, Marianne rolled the maid onto her front slipping the undergarment off her shoulders. " You have cute breasts, ma chérie but nothing compares to my sweet Léoni." She said as she admired the unconscious maids buoyant firm C-cup breasts with small rose petal pink areolas. After clasping on her stolen bra, Marianne pulled off the girl's fishnet tights followed by her white lace briefs exposing a small pink clit crowned with a small trimmed strip of light brown pubic hair and tight pert ass. Marianne stood over the naked unconscious maid, dressing in her stolen uniform admiring the slim tight body of the sleeping maid. When she was finished Marianne tore her stolen farmhands clothes, binding the naked girls wrists, ankles and gagging her then dragged her body behind a row of shelves, concealing her with towels. With the girl secured, Marianne fetched a feather duster from one of the boxes to complete her disguise then exited the storeroom, using the maids keys to lock the door behind her. Now it was time for phase 3, to find and eliminate Gabrielle Dubois.



Fifth floor, Paris Grande Hotel



Using her newly acquired disguise, Marianne took the lift up to the fifth floor which was reserved solely for the use of dignitaries including the mistress of General Lothar Brandt, actress and arch collaborator Gabrielle Dubois. Dubois, once a renowned actress on Vaudeville had been on the Resistance's death list ever since she had begun to both openly support the Nazi occupation, and sleep with General Lothar Brandt. Her presence in the hotel was seen as a perfect opportunity to kill two birds with one stone, as she was the only person who Brandt would let his guard down around, she would make the ideal disguise to get near Brandt. As the lift opened to the fifth floor, Marianne steeled herself for what needed to be done. She was no stranger to killing in fact she had already killed five people since joining the Maquis, 3 men and 2 women all of them Nazis, the two women both for disguises. But she never harmed an innocent French soul. Marianne made her way towards room 534, the room reserved for Dubois.




Gabrielle Dubois sat at her vanity in room 534 applying her make up, as she prepared to see her lover SS Brigadefürher Lothar Brandt. She was one of the most hated women in France, with both supporting the Nazis and sleeping with General Brandt. But she didn't care for the opinion of the masses, if they wanted fight and resist the new order then they deserved whatever the regime threw at them. As one of the famous actresses ever to grace France, Gabrielle had learned from an early age that the only person who really mattered was herself, she was only trying to survive and if that meant supporting the regime or sleeping with the enemy then so be it. At 26, Gabrielle was a looker with high cheekbones, rounded features and almond shaped pale blue eyes framed with shoulder length dark brown hair, covered by a hair net, but often worn a curled black wig to cater to the General's preferences. She was dressed in an expensive knee length black dress, with a black fur stole around her shoulders, stockings covering her long legs and black high heels. Around her neck was a pearl choker with matching bangles and earrings, expensive trinkets from Lothar one of the many perks of being in bed with the winning side. The sound of the door opening behind her, drew her attention Gabrielle turned to see a young maid enter the room. "What do you want? Can't you see I'am busy?" She asked the girl irritably, as she was taken briefly aback at the passing resemblance they shared. The maid however didn't seemed phased. "Housekeeping, madame." She said shaking the feather duster. Gabrielle let out an impatient sigh. "Fine, but be quick about it." She said as she turned back to the mirror, applying her mascara. Suddenly, she was seized from behind a slender hand clamped around her mouth muffling her cry of surprise, an arm snaked around her neck. Gabrielle saw in the mirror, the reflection of the maid in the glass, she looked into the girls eyes and saw the eyes of a killer, tears began to stream down her face in fear, causing her mascara to run. "The Resistance never forgives, whore!" The maid said with a snarl, as she twisted Gabrielle's head to the right. The last thing Gabrielle heard was the sound of her neck breaking, with a vicious crack as she slumped into her killers arms.





Marianne felt no sympathy or remorse as she pulled Gabrielle's corpse off her chair and onto the floor of the hotel room. She was a collaborator and a whore who got fat while true French were suffering under the Nazis. For Marianne she was merely dispensing justice, and since that justice had been delivered Gabrielle would serve another purpose. Marianne stripped off the maids uniform, including the underwear, folding it onto the bed since she still had need for it. Now naked, she began to strip Gabrielle's corpse. Marianne started by removing the woman's jewellery, fur stole, high heels and hair net causing the dead woman's hair to flow out onto her shoulders. After putting on the jewellery, Marianne rolled the corpse on her side unzipping the dress, slipping the garment from her shoulders and peeling it down her slim attractive body. " How many good Parisians, starved so you could buy expensive lingerie?" Marianne said as she gazed upon the matching black satin lace trim bra, shorts and stockings with suspenders that the dead actress wore. "Well, you won't be needing these again bitch." Marianne unhooked the dead woman's bra, turning her over pulling the undergarment off her shoulders exposing her well developed C-cup breasts with full dark pink perky areolas. After clasping on the stolen bra, Marianne unclipped the stockings from the suspenders carefully rolling them down Gabrielle's long legs one leg at a time, along with the suspender belt and finally the black satin shorts, exposing her full clit crowned with a trimmed strip of dark brown pubic hair and pert peach shaped ass. " Looks like your Nazi lover, won't be getting that ever again. But don't worry, he will be joining you presently." Marianne nonchalantly said as got dressed in Gabrielle's clothes. When she was finished Marianne applied some of Gabrielle's make-up using the mirror, startled at the passing resemblance she shared with the former actress, and put on her wig. As an afterthought, she took some of Gabrielle's lipstick writing "Whore!" on her forehead before she dragged the naked corpse of the actress over to the wardrobe. Using a towel, she hung the naked body from the coat rail then closed the wardrobe on Gabrielle's naked corspe. Satisfied she had made enough of an example of the collaborator, Marianne exited the hotel room locking the door with Gabrielle's key. Now it was time to take her revenge.




Penthouse Floor, Paris Grande Hotel


For the second time Marianne boarded the elevator for the penthouse floor, the floor General Brandt had commandeered for his own personal use and as his operations centre. She steeled herself, Marianne had been dreaming of this day for two years the day in which she would have her revenge. Her sweet Léoni had told her it wouldn't bring them back, but Marianne had replied that it wasn't about fulfilling the impossible but for justice, not just for her family or the Jewish people but for all the lost, the thousands of courageous Free French sent to the East for standing for liberty. Today it wasn't just Marianne getting her revenge but those thousands, who could no longer speak. This was for her beloved France and for herself. The short bell from the lift brought her back to the present, as she got out of the lift, using her disguise to walk towards the double doors that led to the penthouse suite and her target. Outside the door stood a very bored, and tired looking SS soldier who was more interested in his feet then the comings and goings of the floor. "Fraulein Dubois, the general as been expecting you." Said the young guard has she approached, stifling a yawn according to his rank tabs he was a lowly SS Schütze his Kar 98k slung over his shoulder, side cap slightly askew on his head. Marianne fixed the soldier with a impatient stare. " Stop slouching, soldier or General Brandt will hear of your sloppiness." The young soldier blushed as he shifted uncomfortably on his feet. " Well, get out of my way soldier. The general will not sleep with himself." Marianne said mimicking the impatience of the former actress. The SS soldier quailed under her onslaught as he turned and opened the door permitting her entry, without thanking the soldier Marianne barged past him into the penthouse suite.




SS Brigadefürher Lothar Brandt looked out on the balcony of his penthouse suite, admiring the scenery of the Chámps Elysées the Eiffel Tower in the distance as he nursed a snifter of cognac in his right hand. He felt a sense of pride, this is what his service to the Third Reich had wrought a life of luxury with a beautiful woman on his arm, while he lorded over the hated French. A people he had come to despise during his service in the Great War, a people who sought to humiliate his beloved Fatherland at the wars end but know the boot was on the other foot, it was their turn to grovel. Lothar relished in the power he wielded in the name of the Fatherland, the power of control over who lives and dies. At the snap of his fingers, he could send thousands of Jews, French and other undesirables to the east where they were either put to work or put to death, as the deserved fate of all untermenschen . If that wasn't true power, then he didn't know what was. Dressed only in his dress trousers, jackboots and white shirt, he was well built man of 50 with squared features, bald head and piercing blue eyes, Lothar turned as he heard the doors to his room open to reveal his mistress, the beautiful and much younger Gabrielle Dubois. " Gabrielle, a pleasure to see you liebschen." He said as he approached her, kissing her on each cheek. " Lothar Mon Chérie the pleasure is all mine." She replied, Lothar couldn't place it but she sounded a little different. "Well my dear, I have prepared something to whet our appetite." Lothar gestured to a tray of food to the side of the door. " Or if you rather, we could skip directly to the main course.." He laughed suggestively as he finished his Cognac, setting down the glass on the tray as turned towards the bed. Before he could take on step, he felt a sudden eruption of pain at his throat Lothar choked as he looked down, blood pouring from the savage gash in his throat. He fell to the floor, blood pouring from the ruin of his throat pooling on the carpet as "Gabrielle Dubois" knelt over his dying body, steak knife in her right hand. " I'am sorry, Nazi pig but I'am not your lover. Don't worry though you will be joining her soon enough. My name is Marianne Dreyfus, and I have my revenge but not just for my family but for the thousands you murdered. I'am their voice and they have spoken. Vivé la France! Vivé la Resistánce." Marianne spat into the face of General Brandt as he bled out is love of the Fatherland onto the penthouse carpet.




Marianne stood up from the corpse of General Brandt, watching as the Nazi pig twitched his last, before she replaced the the steak knife onto the food tray. She felt an intense relief wash through her like a cleansing wave, it was done her family avenged, the lost avenged after two years of waiting, all the planning had led to this and Marianne felt euphoric. But now it wasn't the time to celebrate, that would come later first she needed to escape and report her success then she would have all the time she needed, the celebrate with her beloved Léo. Not standing on ceremony, Marianne swept from the penthouse suite closing and locking the inner doors behind her before coming face to face with the SS guard from before. "That was quick, fraulein." He said turning to face Marianne. "The old man, fell asleep on me. And if I were you, I wouldn't want to disturb him. Unless you want to spend your tour peeling potatoes in the kitchens, for your lip." Once again the young soldier retreated in fear from Marianne, as he nodded locking the doors behind her. Marianne tutted impatiently as she barged past him again, making her back towards the elevator. It only took Marianne five minutes to back track to Gabrielle's room, she stripped out of Gabrielle's clothes and redressed in the maids uniform, underwear included . When she was finished she exited the room, taking the lift down to the third floor which was reserved for the SS Helfrinnen . All that was needed now to acquire an SS uniform and escape from the hotel.



Paris Grande Hotel, Third Floor




As she walked the corridors of the third floor, Marianne searched for a suitable candidate to lift a uniform from. There were many that were her size, all attractive women, all of them Nazi trash, but they were all in groups that would notice if one were to suddenly go missing. As she rounded the next corner, Marianne almost collided with an blondeSS Helfrinnen . "Do watch where your going, stupid woman." She had irritably as Marianne bowed her head in false apology "Sorry, Fraulein. I will try to be more careful." Instead of letting her go, the German woman looked her up and down. "How sorry are you, mademoiselle? Do do want to show me?" Marianne could feel the Helfrinnen eyes mentally undressing her, sensing an opportunity she seized upon it. "Maybe I need a little discipline, from the master race." She said looking into the Helfrinnen's piercing blue eyes. The woman was undeniably attractive but like all Nazis, she was a monster inside. With her high cheekbones, slightly squared features and those piercing narrow blue eyes, her honey blonde hair done up in bunches. The perfect image of a Germanic woman. Marianne also appraised the woman, but for entirely different reason. Her uniform consisted of a matching olive green jacket and skirt that came down to below the knee, with sensible black shoes. The SS runes displayed on just below her left breast, with the Nazi Eagle stitched on the left sleeve, a lightning bolt rune and band with Helfrinnen on the left cuff. Under her jacket was a white blouse, with a black SS side cap perched on her head. Marianne smiled, the bitch was exactly her size. "Indeed, my pretty little French sparrow." The German said in clipped French, her hand riding up Marianne's skirt, it took all of the Maquis' self control not to kill the bitch right there. " Then take me, my mistress. I'am all yours." Marianne pitched the flirt just right, as the SS bitch took her hand. "Come back to my quarters, little sparrow. We will have plenty of privacy there, to indulge our desires." Without ceremony, the German took dragged Marianne back to her quarters. Behind her, the young Maquis' smiled the stupid bitch was leading herself to her doom.




SS Helfrinnen Hilde Schültz couldn't believe her luck as she lead the beautiful French maid, towards room 319 her billeted quarters. At 24, Hilde joined the SS like every other German girl, straight from the League of German Girls, to serve the Fatherland but it also allowed her to indulge her forbidden lusts. Hilde had always been interested in other women, she knew she was in danger if her superiors ever found out about her degenerative nature it would be the death camps for her. So Hilde had been careful in that regard to keep it hidden, only using prostitutes, paying off the right people or taking advantage of the comely young maids that worked here. It was her right after all, as a conquerer to have her pick of the eligible women after all who were they going to tell. It would be their word against a loyal servant of the Fatherland. As she came to her door, she opened it lustfully as she led the beautiful French maid inside closing the door behind her. "Alright, take off your cl-ugh" Hilde was cut off mid sentence, as the maid seized her from behind in a chokehold, clamping a hand over her mouth muffling her cries as slender arm snaked around her throat. "Sorry, Nazi bitch. I'am already spoken for. Besides I have a better Idea." The maid hissed in her ear. "I will be taking your clothes instead." Hilde's eyes widened in fear, as tears streamed down her face the girl tightening her grip as the maid took her hand from Hilde's mouth, and pressed it on the back of her head. The last thing Hilde Schültz heard, before she expired in the arms of her killer, was the sound of her hyoid bone breaking as her head was pressed forward. She let out a small death rattle as she was lowered to the floor.




Marianne panted with both exhilaration and adrenaline as she had killed her second Nazi. Wasting no time, Marianne stripped off her maids uniform for the final time, including the fish net tights electing to take the Germans instead. After she dragged the dead Nazi over to the bed, Marianne threw her on and began to strip her. After first removing the woman's hat, and shoes Marianne unfastened her jacket, gently pulling it off the corpse one arm at a time. Pulling the dead woman into a seated position, Marianne unbuttoned her shirt slipping it loose off her shoulders revealing a well developed pair of C-cup breasts enveloped in a cream coloured satin bra. "Raping my country wasn't enough for you, eh? You had to pillage it too." Marianne snarled at the dead Nazi as she let the corpse flop back onto the bed. Turning the corpse onto it's front, Marianne unzipped the woman's skirt from the rear working it loose from her hips and peeling it down her long legs, exposing a matching pair of cream satin shorts covering a pert peach shaped ass, with matching suspender belt and nude coloured stockings. " You won't be needed those anymore, bitch." Marianne said as she unclipped the dead woman's stockings rolling them down one leg at a time, followed by the suspender belt. After pulling on the stockings and suspenders, Marianne got dressed in the rest of the Helfrinnen's uniform. When she was finished positioning the side cap on her head, Marianne dragged the dead scantily clad Nazi, dressed only in her matching cream lingerie, off the bed shoving her underneath in a foetal position, along with her discarded maids uniform. Searching the pockets of her stolen jacket, Marianne found the woman's ID papers and a packet of cigarettes, while she didn't smoke herself Marianne knew these would come in handy. She swiftly exited the room, making her way to service areas of the lobby.



It took Marianne another 5 minutes to descend to the lobby floor, so far the General hadn't been discovered but she knew that she had effect a swift exit, before that changed. Dressed in her stolen SS uniform, Marianne made her way to the service exit which was the quickest route back to Léoni. When she reached the door she found it guarded by a single young SS guard, his coal scuttle helmet pulled low over his head, the rank tabs on his collar and single V shaped chevron stitched on his sleeve marked him as a SS Sturmmann, his MP40 looped over his shoulder. Smiling at the idea, that had just came to her Marianne took out her cigarettes and approached the guard, the smile still on her face. "Hello, Soldier. How's it going?" She said in perfectly accented German. The young soldier turned to her, flashing her a quick smile back. "Guten Tag fraulein. Still boring, sometimes I wish the resistance would attack and allieviate my boredom." Marianne batted her eyelashes at the soldier, smiling as he fell under her sway his eyes tracing the swell of her breasts under her stolen uniform. " Well we serve the Fuehrer in our own way. You by guarding a door, me by shuffling papers around." She tittered with a false laugh, the young soldier laughed back glancing at her legs. " My name's Hans, Hans Gruber. You are very beautiful, fraulein." Marianne put her hands on her hips. "You can call me Hilde, my handsome soldier. Would you mind if just ducked out from a quick cigarette, I haven't had a drag since this morning." Hans flashed her a sympathetic smile. "I know the feeling, fraulein. Go on, but make it quick. If anyone knew I was fraternising with you, I could wind up peeling potatoes on the Eastern Front." He said as he opened the door, behind him. " Don't worry soldier, it will be our little secret." Marianne said suggestively as she walked past him. As Hans closed the door behind him, Marianne let out a snarl of disgust as she felt dirty just flirting with the Nazi prick. Feeling the sun on her face, she walked out of the loading dock back towards the alleyway and her darling Leóni.



Alleyway near the Paris Grande Hotel 15:30 hrs



"Ma Chérie! You were gone for so long, you had me so worried." Léoni said as Marianne clambered back into the truck in the alleyway. "Aww! You really do care." She teased as she kissed her lover passionately on the lips. "Why are you dressed like some Nazi whore?" Marianne looked down at her stolen uniform. "Why don't you like it, my love? I had to improvise on the way out." She asked, feigning an insult. Léoni caressed her face. " Well it looks better on you, then on some Nazi bitch. We have been meaning to acquire some Helfrinnen uniforms." Her face suddenly turned grave. "Is it done? Does the bastard lie dead, ma chérie?" Marianne kissed her lover on the cheek. "Lothar Brandt is dead, I cut his throat myself. And his whore, too. I made an example of her as well." Léoni smiled as she held her lover in her arms. "Then you are free, your family are finally avenged. Our brother and sister Maquis' avenged. I'am so proud of you my love." Marianne touched foreheads with her beloved. " But our work is not done. We mustn't rest until the Nazis are defeated and France is finally free of their stink." Léoni nodded as she held the position a little longer. "Liberty, egalité, fratérnité" they both echoed the three words of France. Then after they shared another kiss, Léoni switched on the engine. "Come on, Marie. Let's get back to the catacombs, I want to peel you out of that Nazi pig suit." Marianne laughed as her lover pulled out of the Alleyway, driving back towards the resistance hideout. Leaning back into her seat, Marianne took a deep breath. While her own heart was settled, her work and that of the resistance was not over. Neither she or the Maquis will rest until all of France was free.

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Hahaha, I don't know if you're being humorous .
Even if the victims are satisfied that they have contributed to the cause of resistance, it should be after they wake up and find themselves safe.
When they were attacked with chloroform, about to fall into a coma, they should have been scared.
After all, they don't know the heroine, so why would they believe an attacker?
Talking about "dedication" to a cause always reminds me of "1984." You have no idea what they're gonna do.


O'Brien had turned himself a little in his chair so that he was facing Winston. He almost ignored Julia, seeming to take it for granted that Winston could speak for her. For a moment the lids flitted down over his eyes. He began asking his questions in a low, expressionless voice, as though this were a routine, a sort of catechism, most of whose answers were known to him already.

'You are prepared to give your lives?'

'Yes.'

'You are prepared to commit murder?'

'Yes.'

'To commit acts of sabotage which may cause the death of hundreds of innocent people?'

'Yes.'
'To betray your country to foreign powers?'

'Yes.'

'You are prepared to cheat, to forge, to blackmail, to corrupt the minds of children, to distribute habit-forming drugs, to encourage prostitution, to disseminate venereal diseases -- to do anything which is likely to cause demoralization and weaken the power of the Party?'

'Yes.'

'If, for example, it would somehow serve our interests to throw sulphuric acid in a child's face -- are you prepared to do that?'

'Yes.'

'You are prepared to lose your identity and live out the rest of your life as a waiter or a dock-worker?'

'Yes.'

'You are prepared to commit suicide, if and when we order you to do so?'

'Yes.'

'You are prepared, the two of you, to separate and never see one another again?'

'No!' broke in Julia.

It appeared to Winston that a long time passed before he answered. For a moment he seemed even to have been deprived of the power of speech. His tongue worked soundlessly, forming the opening syllables first of one word, then of the other, over and over again. Until he had said it, he did not know which word he was going to say. 'No,' he said finally.

'You did well to tell me,' said O'Brien. 'It is necessary for us to know everything.'

[simon4242]

to be fair to stormzy he is only working within the parameters of a request would it be more believable if all the victims were nazis or traitors ..probably yes ,would it more believable if the farmhand and maid gave up their clothes willingly to the resistance without the need to knock then out..probably yes too however he worked with the premise given and did a fine job,,,,,,as always the standard of writing is high and sets the benchmark on here

[pc305435632]

to be fair to stormzy he is only working within the parameters of a request would it be more believable if all the victims were nazis or traitors ..probably yes ,would it more believable if the farmhand and maid gave up their clothes willingly to the resistance without the need to knock then out..probably yes too however he worked with the premise given and did a fine job,,,,,,as always the standard of writing is high and sets the benchmark on here

My point is that superfluous descriptions like "content in the knowledge that she was doing her small part for France." can be cut.
Unless it's humor , and I think it might be humor, the ironic kind . I'm not sure, after all, it's not just cultural differences, there can be mistakes in translation.

[simon4242]

hmmm maybe maybe not

[meditions142]

Great story Stormtrooper!

I particularly liked the scene with the lovely Fifi. Kind of fun the way she basically didn't struggling and let Marianne knock her out. I also wonder since we saw that Fifi was already a little horny perhaps in addition to thinking she was helping the cause she also was be bit turned on by being overpowered and dominated by another woman.

And I liked Marianne's comments to her after she was unconscious. "Mérci, sweetness. Now to get you out of that uniform." and " You have cute breasts, ma chérie but nothing compares to my sweet Léoni."

While I am often with you about tying up the uniform donor it made sense here and was a nice touch.

[Stormtrooper1990]

Great story Stormtrooper!

I particularly liked the scene with the lovely Fifi. Kind of fun the way she basically didn't struggling and let Marianne knock her out. I also wonder since we saw that Fifi was already a little horny perhaps in addition to thinking she was helping the cause she also was be bit turned on by being overpowered and dominated by another woman.

And I liked Marianne's comments to her after she was unconscious. "Mérci, sweetness. Now to get you out of that uniform." and " You have cute breasts, ma chérie but nothing compares to my sweet Léoni."

While I am often with you about tying up the uniform donor it made sense here and was a nice touch.

Hi Meditions


Thank you very much for reading and enjoying the story


The scene with Fifi was my favourite to write, since when we meet her she is tired of being the object of desire of the occupying nazis and wishes that she could do her small part to fight them. But at the same she was a little turned on by Marianne, so when our heroine came along and choked her out, she was more then willing to donate her uniform to the cause. And of course the thought of being dominated and overpowered by Marianne was just too much for her.


I think out of all my supporting female characters, I have a soft spot for the delectable Fifi, i'am quite proud of how she as turned out.


I'am glad you enjoyed Marianne's playful touches, shelike all my leading ladies loves to mix business with pleasure. But when it came to Gabrielle and Hilde, she showed no mercy or remorse, and regarded them them with pure hatred.



I appreciate your support, my friend. In this case, Marianne only brought with her one vial of chloroform with her so had improvise with FiFi. I think that she was only being cautious but something tells me Fifi would have stayed quiet anyway, and left with fond memories of the encounter.

[meditions142]

And of course the thought of being dominated and overpowered by Marianne was just too much for her.

And I have seen statistics that 50 to 60 percent of women fantasize about being tied up. So we can think there is a decent chance when Fifi wakes up and finds herself tied up and naked she might get even more turned on!

[micpop2]

Your stories are a true masterpieces. Each and everyone. Thank you for your contribution!

[Stormtrooper1990]

And of course the thought of being dominated and overpowered by Marianne was just too much for her.

And I have seen statistics that 50 to 60 percent of women fantasize about being tied up. So we can think there is a decent chance when Fifi wakes up and finds herself tied up and naked she might get even more turned on!

Definitely, she would a have quite the day to remember. Let's hope she is found by a fellow maid and not a nazi.


It makes you wish, that you were Fifi