WW2 Spy Stories:- Divine Retribution (A Request by Arc)

[Stormtrooper1990]

This is the fourth of the WW2 spy stories series. Again I would like to thank Arc for their assistance with the concept and history behind these stories. Here, it's late July 1944 and former Polish partisan Ilona Lewandowska, now NKVD operative as been tasked with with a dangerous assignment to infiltrate behind German lines to the city of Warsaw. Her mission is to spy on the strength of the Polish Resistance during the Warsaw Rising and report back to her superiors. However Ilona is haunted by the memories of her past, three years ago she witnessed her village being razed to the ground by members of the feared SS Einstatzgrüppen and her family brutally murdered by SS Major Klaus Landa. After she and the surviving villagers formed their own partisan otriad, killing Nazis wherever they hid, they were later liberated by the Red Army 3 years later. Ilona has regretted never having the chance to exact her revenge upon the man who destroyed her life, but as she is about discover fate or perhaps God works in mysterious ways. This is her story...



Poland Monday 21st August 1941 10:30am



The first smell that hit the nostrils of 19 year old Ilona Lewandowska, was the acrid smell of burning thatch and timber has the Germans set her village to the torch using their flame throwers. It had been an hour since they had drove into the village, rounded them up at gunpoint into the small square and made them watch as they torched her village to the ground, laughing and jeering as they did so, casually shooting any livestock and stray dog they could find. And they was before they had rounded up 25 men from the village, forcing them to dig their own graves before ordering them out, kneeling with their hands behind their head. Two of the men she knew, her older brother Jan and her father Bazyli, the village elder. Ilona tried to get a view of their faces, as she was held by her mother Ada, but she couldn't make out their faces. Then the monster, the handsome monster who had introduced himself as SS Major Klaus Landa, walked up to the line of men brandishing his P/08 Luger. " This is to remind each and every one of you that your pitiful lives as untermenschen means little compared to the strength of true blooded Aryans. We own your lives now and your deaths..." With that he walked down the line, executing each man personally with a shot from his Luger, to the back of their head their bodies crumpled into the mass grave. Each shot was like a dagger to Ilona's heart, as each was punctuated by the screams of terrified men, women and children. The bastard had even reloaded his pistol twice, with a nonchalant air, almost bored expression on his square jawed face, as he reached Ilona's father BANG! then followed by her brother BANG!. Tears streamed down Ilona's face, as her mother cried out running towards Landa, before she could get within two metres of the Major she was cut down by a hail of bullets from an SS soldiers Machine Pistol. Landa merely laughed as he walked over to her corpse, riddled with red holes. "Stupid bitch! Toss her in with the rest of her family." He said as he looked down at Ilona, who through her tear stained eyes fixed him with a cold iron gaze staring deep into those deep blue eyes. As god is my witness, I will find him and I will kill him Ilona thought as she watched him walk back to his kubelwagen and ordered his men to fall in. Suddenly, she could feel a hand on the back of her shoulder followed by a soft "Comrade Comrade...". Ilona turned and... awoke.



Tuesday 3rd August 1944 15,000ft above Nazi occupied Poland 21:00pm



Ilona's eyes opened to see a young woman, dressed in a beige flight suit and matching flight cap, the epaulettes on her shoulders marks her as an Airman of the Soviet Air Force. Now she remembered, she was seated in a Lisunov Li-2 transport aircraft above Poland preparing for her drop. "Sorry, to wake you Comrade but we are nearing the Drop Zone." Ilona nodded smiling at the pretty airwoman, as she glanced down at her hands, she had fallen asleep clutching her rosary asking for protection from God and his saints to shield her from the evil of the Nazis. It was a ritual she always practiced before each operation, first during her time with her partisan otriad then now with the NKVD, many had lost their faith after the razing of Chelm, her home, but not Ilona. It was both her faith and regret that drove her onwards, she had killed many Nazis during her young life, as the instrument of divine justice but never the one that had murdered her family and took away her innocence, SS Major Klaus Landa. Ilona had prayed fervently to God, that each day would bring her closer to the bastard so far nothing but her faith remained strong. "Does He still hear you, Comrade?" Asked the airwoman as she stood over Ilona. "I believe He still does, I have gotten this far with His guidance." Ilona replied as she tucked her rosary into her flight suit, smiling at the young airwoman as she reviewed her mission. At 22, Ilona was already a veteran of the Partisans a fierce warrior who had killed many Nazis alongside the Chelm otriad, either through the gun or the garrote and developed a knack for utilising disguises during the otriads campaign of retribution and liberation. It was these skills that drew the interest of the NKVD, following the push into the region by the Red Army. Now given the rank of Corporal, Ilona's mission was to parachute into Warsaw and report on the strength of the Polish Home Army currently in a state of uprising against the Nazis. She was a beautiful woman, with high cheekbones, slender heart shaped features and big blue eyes framed by medium length blonde hair tied into a bun under her helmet. The appearance of the green light, shook her from her thoughts as she rose from the bench, the slight turbulence of the aircraft making her a little unsteady on her feet, as she fell into step behind the airwoman. "Good luck, comrade. I will pray for you." The young woman said as she patted Ilona on the back. "Spacibo comrade. I will pray for all of us." Ilona said as leapt from the plane, feeling the sudden rush of the warm air on her face as she descended, feeling exhilaration. A few moments later, Ilona pulled the cord feeling a tug somewhere behind her navel as the white parachute deployed, sending her drifting slowly into the outskirts of Warsaw.



Outskirts of Warsaw, ten minutes later.



Ilona had landed in a small ruined square on the outskirts of Warsaw. As she rolled up her parachute, concealing the white silk under a pile of rubble she took stock of her surroundings. Ilona's first objective was to locate the resistance and observe them, for that she needed to acquire the clothing of a resistance member and learn the location of the resistance headquarters. Satisfied that her parachute was safely hidden, Ilona exited the square and ventured into the city. Armed only with her suppressed Nagant revolver and garroting wire, Ilona moved from cover to cover through the darkened ruined city the ruined buildings raising like jagged fingers into the night sky. After ten minutes of moving through the ruined lonely streets, Ilona came across a row of 4 dead polish resistance fighters slumped dead against a wall. The bloodstains at head height on the wall behind them, told Ilona that these poor souls had been taken prisoner then swiftly executed by the Germans. After walking towards the corpses, Ilona knelt down beside them and looked them over, one of them was a young woman barely Ilona's age. Other then the red hole in the centre of her forehead, the girl was pretty with slender cheekbones, rounded features and bright green eyes, her raven coloured hair partially hidden by her Stahlhelm helmet was tied into a sensible bun. Ilona appraised the dead girl, her body still cooling so her death was still fairly recent. She was wearing a German issue speckled camouflage smock, cinched tightly at the waist to accommodate her slim frame since the garment wasn't meant for a woman, with an armband on her left arm depicting the Polish flag. Under the smock was the hint of a yellow blouse, with a black knee length skirt and black laced shoes. She looked to be Ilona's size and her clothes would get her into the resistance headquarters. Ilona sighed deeply as she closed the eyes of the dead girl another brave soul, taken by the Nazis only for fighting for the liberation of her home. Ilona took out her rosary, offering last rites to the fallen resistance fighters before she turned to the dead girl. "Please forgive me, sister for what I'am about to do. But know this, I will avenge all of you the German's will be pay for the crimes they have inflicted on our people." Replacing her rosary inside her flightsuit, Ilona picked up the girl's corpse under the shoulders and dragged her into a nearby building.






After laying the dead resistance member gently on the floor, Ilona stripped down to her underwear than started to strip the dead woman. She first removed the woman's helmet, camo smock and shoes then started to unbutton the dead girl's blouse. Pulling the corpse into a seated position, Ilona slipped the garment from her slender shoulders before gently lowering the corpse, her well developed C-cup breasts covered by a cheap cotton slip. Then after rolling the corpse onto her side, Ilona unfastened the girls skirt working it loose from her shapely hips peeling it down her long legs. Has she got dressed in her stolen clothes, Ilona looked down on the pitiful corpse clad only in her cheap white cotton slip and matching low cut briefs. "Forgive me, God for defiling the corpse of one of the faithful. Please commend her soul swiftly to your side." She said as she buttoned up her stolen blouse. Once she was fully dressed, Ilona holstered her revolver and pocketed her rosary along with her garroting wire, then she knelt by the dead woman one final time. "Rest now, warrior. You are with God now." She said caressing the girls beautiful face, before she turned and left the dead woman to her rest. Ilona walked back to the row of the three dead men, after searching them she found a map along with the passphrase into the resistance headquarters. Luckily the headquarters wasn't far from here, located in the tunnels below Warsaw. After memorising the information, Ilona replaced it back onto the dead man and walked away from the grisly scene towards the nearest underground entrance.





Resistance Headquarters, below the streets of Warsaw. 21:45pm





Using both her stolen outfit and the passphrase "Phoenix", Ilona was able to infiltrate the resistance headquarters without much trouble herself being amongst fellow Poles only made the job that much easier. As she moved amongst these brave men and women, fighting for the freedom of Poland just as she was, Ilona had mixed feelings. While she was grateful for the NKVD for recognising her talents and for giving her the chance to fight the Nazis on her own terms, Ilona wanted to join her fellow Poles in their hour of need and felt like she was committing a great sin by spying on them. Still she had a mission to complete, despite her reservations and the greetings she exchanged with some of the resistance fighters. Ilona made mental notes on their strength and weapons, most of them carried British standard arms like the SMLE Mark V rifles, Sten submachine gun's and Bren guns, while some fighters carried captured German weapons like the Kar 98k and the MP40. This brought a smile to Ilona's face, she had personally used an MP40 during her days with her partisan group, a trophy she had looted from her first Nazi kill. It felt fitting to turn the weapons of the enemy back onto their former owners. As she made her way towards the centre of the catacombs, towards a map of the city that showed the progress of the resistance in liberating the city, a man's voice drew her attention. Ilona turned to see a young man, dressed in a repurposed SS camaflouge smock. "Brothers and Sisters of the resistance, we have made significant gains in the first few days in liberating our beloved city." A cheer rang out from the assembled throng, Ilona herself couldn't help but cheer with them. The man's face turned grave, as he raised his hands to silence the cheers. "But according to our intelligence, the führer as sent his vicious lapdog SS-Obergrüppenführer Klaus Landa, to personally quash our efforts." Despite herself, Ilona did a double take as the bastards face suddenly flashed before her eyes, with that same smirk. Could it be? thought Ilona After all this time, God as finally answered my prayers. Feeling hope for the first time, Ilona continued to listen. "Landa is a former SS Major and EinstatzGrüppen group leader responsible for the cold blooded murder, of hundreds of our countrymen and women. He is considered a priority target." Ilona held up her hand. "Do we have a location on Landa, a base of operations perhaps?" She asked as the resistance leader turned to her. "He has his headquarters in the Royal Castle, or what's left of it, overlooking the Ghetto. But that place is crawling with Nazis, you would never get within a mile of that place." Ilona nodded in understanding but inwardly smiled, there wasn't a place she couldn't infiltrate. The resistance leader turned back to the group. " That's all for now, my brothers and sisters. For Poland!" Ilona joined in with the assembled mass, echoing the cry. A flood of emotions washed through Ilona, God had given her a sign and had placed her nemesis in her path. Despite her mission for the NKVD, Ilona felt compelled to take her revenge and to contribute to Polish Liberation all at once. Two birds, with one stone. Has she walked towards the map of the city, memorising the route from the resistance headquarters to the Castle, she was decided. Klaus Landa will die by her hand, Ilona would not only have her revenge but she would also avenge the deaths of those resistance fighters. Shaking the image of the dead woman from her mind, Ilona left the board and made her way to the resistance barracks. After finding an empty cot, Ilona took off her stolen helmet and laid down closing her eyes, hoping her sleep would not be interrupted by the sounds of gunshots, or the screams of terrified civilians.




Near the Royal Castle of Warsaw 09:00am. The next day




The sound of distant gunfire did nothing to improve Ilona's mood, as she observed the comings and goings of the German Garrison from the Royal Castle of Warsaw, from across the street on the first floor in the ruins of a cafè. Scanning the imposing 14th century red slate castle with her binoculars, it's entrance adorned with giant Swastikas on either side, Ilona could see that the resistance leader was not overstating the German presence. Ilona could make out at least two SDKfz 251 half-tracks parked at the entrance and a guard post with at least 4 Waffen-SS soldiers. But from her experience in the field, Ilona knew she needed just one disguise, and all that security could be bypassed. Besides she had already located a suitable back door from which to infiltrate, all she needed was a change of clothes. Ilona had spotted a number of SS Helfrinnen enter and leave the castle, there many that were suitable candidates from which she could lift a uniform from, she just needed to find one on her own and kill her. Suddenly, Ilona saw a young Helfrinnen exit from the Castle's side entrance and across the street towards her cafè hideout, clutching a pack of cigarettes. Smiling Ilona quickly appraised the Nazi woman. Despite being a Nazi bitch, the girl was a looker with high cheekbones, slightly squared features and big brown eyes, her dark brown hair done up into bunches under olive green side cap. She was wearing a uniform, that Ilona herself was familiar with having stolen them off the corpses of women just like this Nazi. It consisted of a matching olive jacket and skirt, under which she wore a white blouse and black leather shoes. The SS runes displayed under the left breast, with the Nazi eagle on the left forearm and a single lightning bolt on the cuff. Replacing the binoculars in her camaflouge smock, Ilona took out her wire garotte and flexed it has she walked down the stairs to cut the Nazi off.



SS Helfrinnen Helga Jünge walked across the street taking out a cigarette, as she neared the ruined cafè across the street from the Royal Castle. At 23, Helga had been stationed as a communications officer at the Garrison and hated every second of it. Like everybody else who served under the new Obergrüppenfuhrer, Helga was a loyal party member and proud to serve the Fatherland, but she could do without the constant sound of gunfire in the distance, disturbing her sleep. She had half a mind to request a transfer back to Berlin for a safer posting. At least she had her cigarettes to calm her nerves. Helga had scoped out this ruined cafè on her first days stationed here, as suitable smoking den since the Waffen-SS soldiers had declared this area safe from the resistance. As Helga turned with her back to the alley next to the cafè, she stopped to light her cigarette but before she could raise her lighter she fe!t a wire loop around her head, tightening around her slender throat. Dropping her lighter and cigarettes, Helga tried desperately to pull the cord from her throat, but her attack only pulled tighter constricting her throat as she fought for breath. Suddenly the final sound Helga heard, was her hyoid bone breaking with an audible crack as her throat was crushed, her arms fell limply to her sides as her corpse was dragged into the ruined cafè.





Using her garotte, Ilona dragged the dead Nazi woman into the ruined cafè then after unwinding her garrote from around the woman's neck, stripped off her resistance outfit. Wasting no prayers on a dead Nazi, Ilona knelt by the dead woman and started to undress her, she first removed the woman's side cap and unlaced the black leather shoes. Leaning the corpse up against her, Ilona unfastened the dead woman's jacket pulling off the body one arm at a time then unbuttoned the woman's blouse revealing a hint of a white satin bra. After rolling the corpse onto her side, Ilona unzipped the woman's skirt from the rear working it loose from her hips peeling down her long legs, revealing a matching pair of high waisted white satin briefs with matching suspender belts and nude coloured silk stockings. After she finished removing the woman's blouse, leaving the dead Nazi clad only in her matching underwear, Ilona unclipped the Nazis stockings rolling them gently down her long legs, off one foot at a time followed by the suspender belt. Ilona stood over the dead woman, getting dressed in her stolen uniform feeling nothing for the Nazi despite her devoutness. To Ilona the Nazis were the agents of evil, deserving of nothing more then death the more painful the better, she was more than happy to be the instrument of Gods, and by extension, her vengeance. Now fully dressed in her stolen uniform, Ilona dragged the scantily clad body of the dead Nazi behind the counter then left behind her revolver and discarded resistance outfit then pocketed her garrote. Then taking a deep breath, Ilona walked out of the ruined cafè, steeling herself for the trials ahead. Today was the day, her vengeance would be finally at hand.






Using her disguise, acting every bit the arrogant Nazi, Ilona stalked the halls of the Royal Castle looking for signs of her quarry walking past scores of SS men and women going about their duties flashing her the occasional smile or party salute. Ilona had returned them, using her skills she had cultivated over the past three years, she had even asked for directions to Landa's office from a passing Helfrinnen , using her perfect German. Ilona had faked having an important communication from the Factory District, and the Nazi woman had been more then accomodating, Ilona had found out what she needed to know, SS Obergrüppenfürher Landa's office was on the third floor. Slowly but surely, Ilona made her way towards Landa's office preparing herself for her moment, she quickly opened the outer double wooden doors to find a blonde SS Helfrinnen sat at a desk to the left hand side, she fixed Ilona with a curious stare. "Heil Hitler!" She said flashing a quick casual party salute. "Is there something I can help you with, fraulein?" Ilona walked up to the woman, projecting an air of confidence. "I have an urgent communique from the Factory District for the ears of the Obergrüppenfürher . The resistance is making another push, and the district leader requests reinforcements." The woman nodded in understanding, a grave look came over her face. " As his personal secretary, it is my duty to tell you that the Obergrüppenfürher isn't here. But if you could leave the message with me, I would pass it along." Despite the revelation, Ilona kept a straight face betraying nothing. "Where is he? The communiqué is meant for his eyes only, I could bring it to him." The secretary smiled at her. "He's currently 'interviewing' one of his female informants who spies on the Resistance's activities, that's how we have kept on step ahead of them. I tell you what, fraulein? You look determined to do your duty for the Fatherland, so..." She took a piece of paper and wrote down an address, before handing it to Ilona. "... he's at the Hotel Grand Warsaw, the directions are on that note. Oh you will also need a travel permit. What's your name?" Ilona gave the name of the Nazi she had killed for her uniform, as the secretary filled out a small official looking document before also handing it to Ilona. "Danke schon fraulein. I will go immediately, Heil Hitler!" Ilona said flashing a party salute. The secretary mimicked the gesture. As Ilona turned to leave, the secretary called her back. "One more thing, fraulein. This may be the safe zone, but keep an eye out for Partisans. They wouldn't hesitate to take a potshot at you. We have lost many that way." Ilona flashed her a quick smile. "Danke fraulein. I will keep my head down, auf weidershehn." She bading the Nazi farewell. As she made her way down to the front exit, towards the motor pool Ilona smiled amazed at how stupid the Nazis were. Using her travel documents, Ilona requisitioned a closed top Kübelwägen and drove out of the Castle, towards her final reckoning.



Warsaw Grand Hotel 09:30am



It took Ilona 30 minutes to drive south to the Warsaw Grand Hotel, keeping her head on a swivel, the last thing she wanted this close to achieving her revenge was to be shot in a case of mistaken identity wearing an enemy uniform. She was currently sitting across from the Hotel, observing the numbers of SS soldiers outside the front entrance. They were relatively light with three guards at the front entrance, near a black VW open topped staff car, but there was no sign of any additional guards. As she got out of her kübelwägen, straightening her stolen uniform, Ilona observed a young woman walking towards the entrance. Making a show of tying her shoes Ilona appraised the woman, doing a double take when she noticed they bore a slight resemblance to each other, with similar cheekbones facial structure but green eyes compared to Ilona's blue. With what Ilona believed was a platinum blonde curled wig on her head. She was dressed in a long red cocktail dress, with matching high heels. Over which she wore an expensive minx fur coat. With a silver diamond necklace, that dangled above her ample C-cup breasts and matching diamond earrings, a red leather handbag looped over her shoulder. Ilona was disgusted by the pretty woman, a prostitute that profited from the misery of the war by servicing the Nazis uncaring that only a few meters away good men and women were dying, fighting for her freedom. She was no better than the Nazis themselves, but she would serve her purpose. Walking across the street, the sounds of gunfire in the distance, Ilona fell into step behind her discreetly following her up to the front entrance. "I have come to give important information to the Obergrüppenfürher . " She tittered suggestively to the SS guards by the door. One of them, a corporal by his rank tabs smiled in reply. "Is that what he calls it?" He laughed turning to his fellows. "Well rank does have its privileges, in you go fraulein. Go to room 136, make yourself decent. You will find the General, in room 426 when you are ready." The girl smiled suggestively, gently caressing the soldiers face. "Thank you handsome, just so you know I have special rates for the brave soldiers of the Fatherland." The soldier and his friends laughed as they admitted the prostitute inside, before he turned to Ilona. "Guten mörgen, fraulein." The soldier said, flashing a lazy party salute. "How may I assist you?" Ilona could feel the eyes of the Nazi soldiers upon her, leering at her curves under her stolen uniform. " I have come straight from the Castle and I have an urgent message for the General's ears only. Here is my travel permit." She said handing the document to the soldier. The man chuckled as he read the permit. " And you drove all this way to tell him? You looking to get an Iron Cross?" He handed the document back to her. "Well you better catch him, before he gets started. Or you may be in for a long wait, fraulein." Ilona flashed him a fake smile as he opened the door to let her through. Once inside, Ilona made her way to the lift bank in the lobby entered a lift, pressing the button to the first floor, taking a deep breath as she ascended.




Aneta Zielinska sat in room 136, preparing for her session with Obergrüppenfürher Landa, applying blush to her cheeks. At 24, Aneta was one of the few remaining prostitutes in Warsaw who hadn't fled the city in the wake of the uprising. She felt nothing but scorn for her countrymen, trust them to try and ruin her one lucrative business opportunity. Which was also the reason she reported on resistance movements in the city, the sooner the Germans put them down the better, and of course there were the fringe benefits from being the personal whore of a SS General. Aneta had always looked after number one, determined to come of this war both better off and on the winning side. A knock at the door distracted Aneta from her thoughts, walking to the door she opened it to find herself face to face with a young blonde SS Helfrinnen . "Hello, fraulein. What do you want?" The woman smiled. " The General sent me down, to see if everything is to your liking. Might I come in, I will only take a minute." Aneta opened the door to admit her. "Well that's very kind of him, please come in." The Helfrinnen smiled as she walked in, as Aneta turned her back closing the door behind her. " Please, send my r--ugh!" Suddenly, Aneta felt a cord loop around her throat. "People like you make me sick, collaborator!" The woman behind her hissed, as she tightened the wire around Aneta's throat constricting her throat. She struggled for breath, as she tried in vain to pull the wire from her throat, but her attacker pulled tighter and tighter. There was an audible crack, as Aneta heard her hyoid bone breaking as her throat was crushed, her arms fell limply to her sides. The final sensation she felt was being lowered to the carpeted floor.





Ilona unwound her garrote from around the prostitutes neck, as she lowered the corpse to the floor. Wasting no time, Ilona stripped off her stolen Helfrinnen uniform including her underwear then she knelt by the dead woman and started to strip her. Ilona started by removing the whores coat, shoes, wig and jewellery. After putting on the woman's jewellery, Ilona pulled off the girl's hair net revealing her medium length raven coloured hair, pinned into place. Ilona removed the pin from the dead woman's hair causing to flow loose around her shoulders, then slipped the straps of her dress from her shoulders peeling the garment down her slim attractive body. Ilona was disgusted to see that the woman was only wearing a pair of black lace high waisted briefs, with matching stockings and suspenders her well formed buoyant C-cup breasts with full dark pink areolas exposed for the world to see. Feeling nothing for the dead collaborator, Ilona unclipped the stockings gently rolling them down her long legs on leg at a time then slipped off the matching suspender belt. Ignoring her own reservations, Ilona whipped off the dead woman's lace briefs revealing her small clit crowned with a small trimmed strip of black pubic hair and pert peach shaped ass. Ilona quickly got dressed in the dead woman's underwear and clothes, after pulling on the blonde wig, she walked to the vanity. Using the dead woman's makeup, Ilona made herself look the part of the collaborating prostitute. Once she was finished, she searched the dead woman's purse finding her travel papers, memorising her name, then put her garrote along with her rosary into the red leather bag. Looping the bag over her shoulder, Ilona dragged the naked corpse over to the bed concealing her underneath along with her discarded SS uniform and underwear. Ilona then straightened her stolen dress and underwear, pleased that the prostitute clothes hung well on her, before she exited room 136 and towards her final reckoning with Obergrüppenfürher Landa.



Warsaw Grand Hotel 4th floor



Obergrüppenfürher Klaus Landa stood on the balcony of room 426, looking out over the partial ruins of Warsaw, smiling as heard the sound of gunfire in the distance, that was the sound of the Third Reich bringing order to the Polish untermenschen . Of course it was a sound he was familiar with during his time with the einstatzgrüppen, purifying the east in the name of the Fürher and the Fatherland. Adolf Hitler himself had promoted him and given him the sworn duty of cleansing Warsaw of the Polish Resistance, as a reward for his loyal service. And he had revelled in it. However he was here for entirely different reasons. His campaign against the resistance was based on intelligence, and Aneta was one of his finest sources, it also happened that she was the finest lay in Warsaw. The sound of a knock at the door of his room broke him from his thoughts, Landa finished off his schnapps replacing the empty glass onto the table as he walked to the door. He opened the door to come face to face with the lovely Aneta."Aneta meine liebling, as beautiful as always. Do come in my dear, we have much to discuss." He said suggestively as he opened the door to admit her. "Klaus, my dear. Looking as handsome as ever." Aneta said as walked past him, caressing his face. Landa couldn't put his finger on it put she seemed a little different. "Are you alright darling? You seem a little distant today?" He said as he closed the door behind them. "Nothing my love, I have never felt better." The woman said flashing him a suggestive smile. Thinking nothing more of it, Landa walked past her. "Well down to business then, before we get to pleasure. What do you have for me?" Suddenly he felt a cord loop around his throat, as he was kicked behind his right knee. "I bring death, Nazi bastard! I'am surprised you don't recognise me. But what is one untermenschen to you, eh!" Landa tried desperately to pull the cord from around his throat, but "Aneta" pulled the cord tighter and tighter, her rage give her strength. " Three years, ago! You took everything from me! My father, my brother and my mother! Then finally my innocence! You murdered them and my village, all of them good Christians. You looked at me and just smirked, as if they were nothing." The woman hissed in his ear, her voice choked with rage and grief. As he fought for breath, the cord tighter around his throat, a dawning realisation came over him. "Y-you!" The girl merely laughed. " My name is Ilona Lewandowska, daughter of Bayzli and ghost of Chelm, I will have my revenge! Give my regards to your whore in hell!" With that Ilona tugged hard, the last thing Klaus Landa heard in this world as the sounds of his hyoid bone breaking with an audible crunch, as his throat was crushed, his corpse fell to the floor unceremoniously as his service to the Fatherland abruptly cut short.




A strange sensation came over Ilona as she stood over the body of her dead nemesis, she had felt elation and rapture as crushed the life out of Landa, just as she had with the Nazi and the collaborator, but this meant a whole lot more. Her family and her village had been avenged. But then she felt another feeling, Landa was just another dead Nazi there were still many more out near that needed to be served God's justice, and she still had a mission to complete. Still panting from the exhilaration of killing the General, Ilona searched his room, she would need something to bring back to her NKVD superiors to justify going off mission. There leaning against a chair next to the double bed was a thick black leather satchel, curious Ilona approached the satchel and opened it. Inside were documents and a map detailing German positions around the city, along with their dispositions. Smiling, knowing this would be enough for the NKVD, Ilona looped the satchel over her shoulder then concealed it with her fur coat then turned and left the room, leaving the General's corpse to cool.



It took Ilona five minutes to make her way down to the lobby, where she had decided to take a side door out of the hotel into the open air. There was still the sounds of distant gunfire and explosions as she got back to her kübelwägen , for a second Ilona felt she was back home in Chelm, on that fateful day. Suppressing a cold shiver, Ilona dropped the satchel onto the passenger seat before getting behind the wheel and switching on the ignition. As she made her way towards the outskirts of the city towards the Soviet lines, Ilona said a quiet prayer to God thanking him for putting Landa in her path and finally achieving some measure of closure. She knew it wouldn't bring back the dead, but it had helped her to find an inner peace. But Ilona knew that the war was far from over, and there were more Nazis that needed killing. More people that like her needed retribution, more victims of the hatred of the Nazis, and Ilona would be their avenging angel.

[pc305435632]

The plot of obtaining uniforms from the deceased Polish resistance fighter at the beginning of the story reminds me of playing "The Elder Scrolls 4" .
I'm just wondering, what if she doesn't happen to find these bodies?
Will she kill a lone Polish resistance fighter to obtain her uniform?

The plot of entering the Polish resistance base reminds me of joining the Railroad in the game "Fallout 4", but joining the Railroad is quite complex and the Polish resistance is too simple. I don't know how they lived for so long.

[Stormtrooper1990]

The plot of obtaining uniforms from the deceased Polish resistance fighter at the beginning of the story reminds me of playing "The Elder Scrolls 4" .
I'm just wondering, what if she doesn't happen to find these bodies?
Will she kill a lone Polish resistance fighter to obtain her uniform?

The plot of entering the Polish resistance base reminds me of joining the Railroad in the game "Fallout 4", but joining the Railroad is quite complex and the Polish resistance is too simple. I don't know how they lived for so long.

Hi Panpan

Thank you for enjoying and commenting on my story. It definitely brings back many happy memories of playing "The Elder Scrolls 4." I' am glad you saw the subtle nod to the game.

That's a very good question, my friend. I was considering the eventually if Ilona had to acquire the clothes of a Polish Resistance fighter by another means. I think she would knock the woman out instead of killing her. Since the resistance fighter is not her enemy, and a fellow Polish Partisan, Ilona would have spared her but secured her. This would have given Ilona enough time, to complete her mission and to kill her nemesis.


I remember joining the Railroad too and being asked those questions by their leader Desdemona. In retrospect, I may not have done the brave men and women of the Polish Resistance any justice, they managed to hold at least three different German armies at bay for over a month, drawing in many troops that would have been sent elsewhere. They were only defeated, sadly, because the betrayal of Stalin and the Red Army who refused to help. Despite being at the gates of the city.


I thank you again my friend, for reading my story and enjoying it.

[rufusluciusivan]

In retrospect, I may not have done the brave men and women of the Polish Resistance any justice, they managed to hold at least three different German armies at bay for over a month, drawing in many troops that would have been sent elsewhere. They were only defeated, sadly, because the betrayal of Stalin and the Red Army who refused to help. Despite being at the gates of the city.

When I took a look at this story, the first thing the hopeless cynic and history buff that I am did was to wonder how NKVD operative Ilona would actually react once she learns that Stalin chose to let the Varsaw resistants die. Really, if World War 2 taught me anything, it's to lose hope in humanity... And I'm onky half-joking when I say that.

A bit of a general comment for these WW2 Spy Stories in general. I admit I watch these WW2 Spy Stories from afar, so to speak. Not a fan of lethal, and WW2 isn't a time period I'm particularly interested in when it comes to uniform stealing - or even when it comes to studying history. However, I appreciate the detail that the main characters react differently depending on the side of the woman they come across. As someone who has an interest in exploring the moral boundaries of uniform stealing, I find these nuances interesting and well-done.

[pc305435632]

Let's talk about something else by the way .

Under a totalitarian regime, you have to be very careful what you do, especially if you intend to rebel against the totalitarian regime.
Today's film and television directors seem unaware of the problem.
I saw two movies, "Warsaw 44" (2014) and "The Coldest Game" (2019)（The film provides a great shot of the cabinet where the body is hidden）.
The rebel groups in the film seem to have very little sense of crisis, they are like carefree children.
Given the situation they are facing, I think a normal person should look anxious.
Ironically, the best work I've seen written so far is the children's book《 Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows》.
As long as they make a mistake, they will suffer great losses, Apparate must accurately fall into the scope of the safe house, cannot say Voldemort's name when talking, and do everything carefully, which is full of pressure, and RON went away for a while.

It's not just that directors don't understand what it's like to live under Big Brother, they also don't understand what it's like to live in poverty. The living conditions in the movie "Alita: Battle Angel" are so clean, in fact, the people in the original comic are living in a dirty town made of waste. This slum-like living environment is the source of many contradictions in the story. Like in "Arcane：League of Legends" .

There are too many stupid movies and TV shows. They are misleading the audience.

[micpop2]

ugh the warsaw 44 is a crappy movie, like the topic is hot and a skilled director could make a great action / drama movie out of the Warsaw Uprising, but this movie had this silly love motive in it...
and NKVD were and are crap

[Void99]

Had Microsoft Zira read this out to me via the Balabolka text to voice software. Something I should do a lot more with these stories.

Like rufusluciusivan I am not a fan of lethal and the WW2 era when it comes to clothes stealing. I prefer clothing no earlier than the 1980s.

That said however, in terms of an actual story....this was pretty damn badass. Would have made for a real good DLC to Wolfeinstein II. Going around strangling and neck cracking Nazi's in the manner Ilona does!

Also very well written, a great job at describing the atmosphere and Ilona's thoughts of wasting no prayers to the enemies she wastes.

If I was to try and put a critique on it I would say it would be the title. I would not attribute Ilona's hard work to a "divine entity" and instead give all the credit directly to her. But that's just the non-believer in me speaking.
I do understand that throughout history and even in modern age, there are many who hold their religions very highly indeed.

But yeah it was certainly most entertaining to listen to! How long did it take you to write all of this one? I could never write a story like this.
To give an example of just how bad I am....I'm currently doing a picture story. But only made pictures. Last night I decided that today I would write a script out.

It's basically just subtitles for the images that I have made to date, the images with spoken dialogue. I started at 8AM and stopped at 7:30PM. 11 and a half hours ....to write short dialogue for pictures!!!!! Only been able to write text for 40 images, less than half of what of my overall current picture count stands at!!!

Imagine I tried to write something like this "Divine Retribution" story. I would have not gotten past the first 3 sentences of the first paragraph!!!

Writing is a tough gig for sure.

[Stormtrooper1990]

Had Microsoft Zira read this out to me via the Balabolka text to voice software. Something I should do a lot more with these stories.

Like rufusluciusivan I am not a fan of lethal and the WW2 era when it comes to clothes stealing. I prefer clothing no earlier than the 1980s.

That said however, in terms of an actual story....this was pretty damn badass. Would have made for a real good DLC to Wolfeinstein II. Going around strangling and neck cracking Nazi's in the manner Ilona does!

Also very well written, a great job at describing the atmosphere and Ilona's thoughts of wasting no prayers to the enemies she wastes.

If I was to try and put a critique on it I would say it would be the title. I would not attribute Ilona's hard work to a "divine entity" and instead give all the credit directly to her. But that's just the non-believer in me speaking.
I do understand that throughout history and even in modern age, there are many who hold their religions very highly indeed.

But yeah it was certainly most entertaining to listen to! How long did it take you to write all of this one? I could never write a story like this.
To give an example of just how bad I am....I'm currently doing a picture story. But only made pictures. Last night I decided that today I would write a script out.

It's basically just subtitles for the images that I have made to date, the images with spoken dialogue. I started at 8AM and stopped at 7:30PM. 11 and a half hours ....to write short dialogue for pictures!!!!! Only been able to write text for 40 images, less than half of what of my overall current picture count stands at!!!

Imagine I tried to write something like this "Divine Retribution" story. I would have not gotten past the first 3 sentences of the first paragraph!!!

Writing is a tough gig for sure.

Hi Void


Thanks very much, my friend for enjoying my story.


I have to agree, I could well imagine Ilona sneaking around Castle Wolfeinstein, strangling and crushing the throats of Nazis while stealing the uniform from a hapless Helfrinnen. Its certainly a game I would play.


I wanted to convey that Ilona, despite her badassery is a victim of the nazis and after losing her family the only thing she as left is her faith. Even though one would expect her to lose it after all she as been through, she remains true to her path. Ilona is also suffering PTSD from her ordeal and her killing nazis and their dupes is part of her dealing with the grief of loss.


WW2 is one of my favourite periods of history, since not only does it give us insights to the depths of hatred and depravity but also courage and fortitude. It is of a particular interest to me, because of my grandparents service during the war. Furthermore, it marks a turning point in the attitudes and roles of women in general. I hope that with these stories I have done the period, justice.


It took me about a week to write stories like this one. I usually start writing at 8:30 in the morning till about 11:30, getting into a nice comfortable rhythm. Although i'am due to start work in a new job soon, so that may be subject to change. But it will not stop me from writing, that's for sure.


I would say both being a writer and a picture artist are both tough gigs, to be sure but we wouldn't trade it for anything. It's after all, what we enjoy doing to the most

[Void99]

Do you know much about "The Hitler Youth"?
That's something I should research more when it comes to history. As that was what one of my grandparents (my mothers father) was a member of.
I only met him a handful of times when I was a kid. He never spoke about WW2.

But the story I was told from other family members was that apparently it was mandatory for German teenagers to enrol in the Hitler Youth. Don't know what the punishment would be if one refused ....though knowing what we do about the Nazi regime I can't imagine it would be very pleasant.
Apparently when Nazi Germany fell he was sent to a POW camp for 2 years in California, but because they ended up with so many teenage POWs they started transferring a lot of them to different camps around the world, and he got sent to the UK.

He had very advanced farming skills and spent the rest of his working life doing that in Hampshire, was even given a house by the farm owners. Met his wife (my grandmother) and had 7 kids .....one of them being my mother.

My other grandfather (my dads dad) often spoke about how scary it was living in London during WW2. He is 100% cockney ....and the only living grandparent I have at this time. He was not in any services. Think he was a few years younger than my other grandfather. Talked about how chilling it was when the air raid sirens went off and they all had to take cover, hearing explosions and things.

I think what puts me off of wanting to research WW2 is that the footage is real, actual real human suffering caught on camera as opposed to something like documentaries and shows on Ancient Rome where it's all acted out.