SLUT Operations:-Operation Dark Heart, Mordavia 1975( Based on an Original Idea by SovietLUT)

[Stormtrooper1990]

This story is request from fellow board writer SovietLUT. It features her namesake the Soviet Liberation Unification Troops. It's 1975 and SLUT have been deployed to the African nation of Mordavia, a former Belgian colony and apartheid nation. They mission is to train the guerillas of the People's Liberation Movement of Mordavia (PLMM), to free themselves from their white colonial oppressors by drilling them in the art of disguise, infiltration and to shoot straight. A task that is easier said then done, but team leader Comrade-Lieutenant Vasilieva Danilova comes up with a cunning plan. That perhaps a demonstration is in order, this is their story...



PLMM Training Camp Central Mordavia 15th April 1975 12:00pm



Comrade Lieutenant Vasilieva Danilova, sat with her feet up on the camp table listening to the dulcet tones of Jefferson Airplane's "White Rabbit." as she blew out a stream of blue smoke as she took a drag from her cigarette. At 30, Danilova had been a SLUT operator for the the better part of a decade and was a stunningly beautiful soldier. She had the high cheekbones, angular features common with the girls from her country but with piercing ice blue eyes, framed by shoulder length raven coloured hair, cut into a bob. Danilova hailed from a small nation, that wasn't to be confused with their much larger, and more storied neighbour. SLUT was an all female unit, due to the loss of 80% of the male population after White Russian immigrants fleeing the revolution, launching a coup in the 20s. The result was the dragging of Danilova's nation into WW2. Not that this particularly bothered Danilova, she had a wife back home who she was desperately missing but duty called. SLUT had been deployed in the former Belgian colony of Mordavia, for the past month training the PLMM to dispose their apartheid oppressors, not that it had been going all that well. She was dressed, like the rest of her 4 woman team in the standard SLUT uniform of a four pocket tunic and pants with laced combat boots, usually khaki but due to their experiences in the tropical environment of Vietcamchi, they had copied the ERDL camouflage. They had also fashioned ponchos to cover their upper bodies in the local jungle camouflage. Danilova's pith helmet, also adorned with camo and leaves, laid on the camp table. She was armed with a SLUT licenced Type 68, a symbol of their alliance with their allies the North Koreans itself a copy of the venerable Soviet AKM and a M1911 copy, which they all carried as a standard sidearm. 2 of her girls were armed with Type 58's North Korean copies of the AK-47, while Svetlana carried her RPD light machine with pride. " I swear if I see another one of these fool guerrilla's fail to hit their targets, I will shoot them myself!" Came the voice of Danilova's bestfriend, Senior Sergeant Valentina Komarova as she stormed into the tent her PPS-43 dangling between her shoulders.


" Relax, Val or you will give yourself an ulcer." Danilova said before taking a drag from her cigarette as Komarova put her hands on her hips in frustration, taking a deep breath. "It's just how do we expect these girls to achieve their independence or infiltrate for that matter if they can't even hit the side of a barn with the SKS' we supplied them!" At 29, Valentina had been with Danilova since they were fresh faced 18 year olds, ever since SLUT basic training. They had been through thick and thicker, and Danilova trusted her with her life. Komarova had shallow cheekbones and rounded features with almond shaped brown eyes. Her ash blonde hair, tied into a short ponytail. "That's a little rich coming from a woman who uses a submachine gun, sarge?" Quipped Corporal Lyudmila Tomarova, the teams resident comedienne and redhead, whose auburn hair was braided into pigtails, as she cleaned her Type 57. The rest of the team laughed. "Alright, smartass. And the rest of you knock it off." Komarova replied blushing but not with any real venom. As a team, they were pretty tight, as all SLUT were. Danilova switched off the radio and stubbed out the cigarette. "Ladies, Val as a point. I don't think these girl's are going to learn anything by shooting at paper targets." Svetlana Simonova a young private of 23 with light brown pixie cut hair, from her position in the corner looked up from reassembling her RPD. "What do you propose, Comrade-Lieutenant?" Danilova took her legs from the table, turning to face them. "We teach them how our mothers were taught during WW2, a live demonstration." Irina Camarova, a 21 year old private with her dark brown hair tied into a bun nodded. "The most effective way, lieutenant. The stories my mum told me as a girl, always inspired me." Komarova crossed her arms beneath her B-cup breasts. "We just need some Mordavian uniforms and a target, that will be all the training these girls need." Danilova called her team together around a map of the area, put together by their scouts. "Look, a cotton plantation a few clicks away." The Lieutenant traced her finger along the map to the left, tapping a large estate with her finger. "The couple that life there have a reputation for beating on their slaves. We raid it, free the slaves and take their supplies. We recruit more bodies to the cause. We just need those uniforms." As if on cue, a young black woman dressed in khaki fatigues, and a pith helmet, a SKS rifle slung over her shoulder rushed into the camp tent. She was out of breath. "Easy, take your time soldier. Catch your breath." Danilova said as the girl nodded taking deep breaths. "Right, thank you Lieutenant. There is a patrol of Mordavian troops, we believe heading this way." Komarova grinned as she glanced to her friend. "I would say our uniform delivery have just arrived, Vasilieva." The SLUT girls swapped smiles, as their Lieutenant turned back to the guerilla. "Soldier, gather your girls and meet us outside the tent. Prepare to move out to ambush the enemy column." The young girl saluted hastily as she swept from the tent. "All right, SLUT. Gear up, we move out in five minutes!" She barked to her team, as they gathered up their gear with haste.



Mordavian Jungle 5km from the plantation


" Hmm? Looks a patrol of 25 Mordavian Army, platoon strength by my estimation. 20 local conscripts plus 5 white colonial officers. All female." Danilova said as she scanned the patrol below them. Their uniforms consisted of Belgian Jigsaw pattern tunic and trousers, belted at the waist with their canteen and ammo packs. The white officers wore boonie hats while the black officers wore kepis. The conscripts were armed with an assortment of FN FAL rifles and FN Model 30 bolt action rifles, while the officers bore AR-18 assault rifles and Browning High-power hand guns. "That's correct boss. A standard Mordavian patrol, those girls are just cannon fodder something for the whites to hide behind. Please spare them if you can, lieutenant." Said Sergeant Sunda, the black Mordavian who was the closest thing to a leader the PLMM guerrilla's had. The woman had been former Mordavian army, and Danilova had come to respect her for her abilities and leadership potential. "Of course, Sunda. We didn't come all this way to kill those we are trying to liberate." Komarova hunkered down next to her friend, covered by the dense jungle foliage.


"So what's the play, Vasi? We take out the white officers, strip them, take their uniforms and force the column to surrender? Then we make them strip and hand over their uniforms to our girls?" Danilova turned to her friend, a huge grin on her face. "Great minds think alike, Val." She said, clapping her on her shoulder then turned to the rest of her SLUT team. "Alright SLUT. Let's split up, Val and I will take the lead officers. Simonova, Camarova the tail enders are all yours." The two young women smiled. "They will be dead before they know it, comrade." Replied an excited Svetlana. Danilova turned to Tomarova. "Lyuda that leaves the spare to you." Lyuda made a show of her disappointment. "Why do I always have the spare? That so unfair!" Danilova chuckled, but it was Komarova that replied. " That's because your the wiseass, corporal." The team laughed quietly, as the lieutenant brought them to order. "Alright game faces on, ladies. Remember, we need the uniforms clean so that means neck breaks or plunge daggers to the spinal column." The Danilova then turned to Sunda. "Once we have eliminated the officers and secured our disguises. We will signal you with a hand mirror, you can move in and hopefully take your countrymen by surprise without a drop of blood." Sunda nodded, as she shouldered her SKS. " That is my hope, lieutenant. Good luck." Danilova patted her arm. "Alright. Now the lesson starts here, watch and learn." With that the five women of SLUT, melted into the jungle splitting up to hunt their prey.



"Alright you useless blacks! Take five here and take on water. And don't even think of running away, or will put a bullet through your black hides, do you hear?" Shouted Lieutenant Halfrida Martens, commander of B platoon of the 21st Regiment Mordavian Colonial Army, as their column sat down in the jungle clearing, unscrewing their canteens cowering in fear. At 28, Halfrida was born and bred Mordavian from the capital Sternberg. She grew up with an intense dislike of the native blacks, seeing them as the flithy savages who were fit only to lick her shoes. It was white settlers who claimed this land, they who were the superior to the black race by superior mental capacity and higher cognition. Halfrida was a looker with slightly squared features, high classical cheekbones and narrow blue eyes. Her platinum blonde hair, tied in a short ponytail under her boonie hat. "Lieutenant, ma'am? With respect. Is it wise to rest here? We are too exposed and with all the rumours of insurgent activity, what if the enemy falls upon us?" Halfrida's attention was drawn to the voice of her platoon sergeant Gerdie Janssens, who had fallen in beside her. Shouldering her Armalite rifle. " Are you afraid to do your duty, sergeant?" Gerdie shook her pretty chestnut haired head, tied into a small bun. "No, lieutenant. It's just perhaps we should deploy sentries, to watch our backs." Halfrida shook her head, as she turned to regard the young 26 year old sergeant with her shallow cheekbones, rounded face and dull green eyes. " Don't fret Sergeant. We are facing blacks, they don't have the capacity to plot an ambush. We will be able to smell them coming." She joked. Her sergeant sighed, nodding her head not feeling the least bit reassured.



Further down the line, Lance Corporal Henriella Peeters and Corporal Louise Willems stopped to for a quick cigarette each as their column stopped to take in water. "Ugh! I fucking hate the jungle, Louise. Nothing but blacks and mosquitoes. How I want to be back in the city." Henriella said as she took a drag from her cigarette, blowing out a lazy smoke ring. "I here you, Ella. But this is wear we need to be, to keep the blacks in their place. After all, you don't want them running the country, do you?" She laughed as she blew out a steady stream of blue smoke. " Heaven forbid, they would kill each other in 5 years. The savages." They both laughed as they enjoyed their cigarettes. At 22 and 21 respectively, the two city girls looked more like supermodels then soldiers. Henriella had her dark brown hair cut into a short wavy comb over, with heart shaped features and hazel eyes. Her best friend Louise had her strawberry blonde hair, in a braided knot and more gentler angular features with big grey eyes. "Did you hear the rumours, Ella? That the PLMM are being trained by foreign commandos?" Louise asked as she took another drag. Henriella shook her head. "What like the Soviets in Angola? I doubt it, Lou. If we can't get them to shoot straight, what makes you think the Ru-mmmph!" The two women suddenly felt hands clamp around their mouths, muffling their cries. Then they felt sharp pains at the back of their necks, killing them instantly as they were dragged into the jungle.



"Pretty little things aren't they, Irina? Almost a shame to kill them." Svetlana said as she stripped off her uniform, Irina shrugged as she undressed herself. "They are brutal oppressors who subjugate their own people, just because they are different. I would say they earned this." Svetlana nodded in agreement. "So you take blondie? And I take this brunette? She is my size." She nudged the corpse with her foot." Irina looked at the two corpses. "That works for me, besides I want to see what these girl's are packing under the hood." She replied as she knelt by the dead blonde, pulling out her plunge dagger with a sickening squelch before wiping it on her poncho. Retrieving her own dagger, Svetlana got to work stripping the dead women. The SLUT girls, removed the hats, ammo webbing and unlaced the black combat boots, pulling them off along with their white socks. Svetlana unbuttoned the dead brunettes tunic, revealing an olive green under vest. "See what did I tell you, Irina ? Look at those C-cups." Svetlana gestured to the brunette's stiff nipples, peaking under the thin fabric as she pulled off the tunic from the limp body of the brunette. "Well, what are you waiting for? An invitation?" She replied as she slipped off the blondes tunic, then flicked her arms up. Needing no invitation, Svetlana flicked the brunette's arms up pulling the under vest over her head then, slipping it on herself. "Get a load of you, sweetie." She said admiring the well built, firm C-cups of the dead brunette with puffy circular dark pink areolas. "That's nothing, take a look at blondie." Called over Irina, who gestured to the strawberry blondies smaller but buoyant B-cups, with perky pink full areolas. Svetlana looked appreciatively at the blonde liking what she saw, before she unfastened the brunette's trousers working past the hips, peeling them down her long toned legs, revealing a white standard issue scanty panty guarding her modesty. "Well waste not..." Svetlana muttered as she whipped off the undergarment, revealing a small cute vulva topped with a trimmed strip of dark brown pubic hair. "That's what we say in SLUT. Waste not want not." Irina said as she removed the blondes panties, exposing her cleanly shaven full clit. The two SLUT girls, quickly got dressed in their stolen uniforms standing over the naked athletic toned bodies of the dead soldiers. When they were finished, they yanked off the ID tags from their necks and looped them over their heads. "Looks like I'am a Louise, and your a Henriella. That's a mouthful." Irina said as they concealed the naked corpses with their ponchos, along with their rifles. " I would rather be Svetlana." She answered, as both women chuckled, looping their stolen AR-18s over their shoulders. Moving into the clearing.



At that precise moment, Corporal Mila Bergens searched desperately for a place to take a piss unaware that she was drawing further away from the column and that she was being stalked. At 20, she was the youngest of the white officers in B platoon and the most green, a farm girl from a small plantation, Mila often felt that the Lieutenant as perhaps a little harsh on the blacks. Having grown up around them on the farm, Mila found them pleasing to look at especially the girls they were so exotic and beautiful. She often fantasised about making out with one of the black conscripts, but feared the repercussions from such a union, especially on her and her family name. She was an attractive girl, with slender cheekbones diamond shaped features and bright blue eyes, her face dappled with freckles that enhanced her beauty. Her flame red hair was braided into a ponytail. Breathing a sigh of relief as she found a convenient bush, Mila quickly leaned her rifle against a tree then removed her webbing pulling down her trousers and white panties as she crouched, voiding her bladder. As the last of her piss trickled from her pussy, Mila felt a wire loop around her neck pulling her to the jungle floor with one sharp tug. Her throat was crushed instantly before she could cry out. Her final thought was she had died ignominiously, with her panties down.


" Well when you gotta go you gotta go, my dear. But you picked the wrong place to take a leak." Lyuda Tamarova quipped to the dead redhead, as she unwound the garrote from her pretty neck. "So considerate of you, to get half undressed for me." She said as she stripped completely naked, admiring the exposed small red vulva of her victim crowned with a trimmed fan of ginger pubic hair and pert peach buttocks. " Well, you won't be getting around to using that again. It's nothing personal." Lyuda said as she unlaced the girls combat boots, taking her socks and boots along with her panties and trousers putting them one. Tamarova unbuttoned the half naked corporals tunic, pulling up the corpse in a seated position slipping it off her body. Holding up the dead redheads arms, Lyuda pulled the undervest over her head letting the naked corpse flop onto the jungle floor. " Cute little breasts as well, you were blessed." Lyuda admired the small B-cup breasts of the dead woman, well rounded with full pink puffy roundel shaped areolas. Lyuda quickly got dressed in her stolen uniform, admiring the slim toned body of a fellow soldier. After setting the boonie hat on her head and tying on the soldiers tags, Tomarova concealed the corpse with her camo poncho and uniform along with her rifle before picking up the soldiers AR-18. "Thanks for the uniform, Mila. Fits me like a glove." She said to the body of Mila Bergens, as she walked back to the clearing.



Lieutenant Martens slapped the side of her neck, as Gerdia opened her canteen. "I fucking hate mosquitoes. Alright, let's get them up these lazy blacks have had enough of a break." As Gerdia replaced the canteen on her webbing, she looked around for the other 3 white officers. "Hold on, Halfrida. Where are Peeters, Willems and Bergens?" Halfrida looked down the column, finding her three officers standing watching the column. "Look, Sergeant. There are right th-mmph!" Martens felt a hand clamp over her mouth, as both women were dragged into the jungle. The last thing she felt was her head being wrenched to the right, her neck snapped with a low crack. She slumped dead in the arms of Lieutenant Vasilieva, as the side of Sergeant Janssens throat was pierced by Sergeant Komarova's plunge dagger. "Efficient work, Val. Now lets get them stripped." Vasilieva said as the laid the bodies of the Mordavian officers onto the jungle floor. They quickly stripped themselves out of their SLUT uniforms, undressing the corpses with the speed and efficiency of practiced hands. Even taking their underwear and ID tags. They stood over the naked toned corpses of Martens and Janssens, getting dressed in their uniforms admiring the fairly large breasts of Martens, with perky light pink circular areolas and small pink clit crowned with a trimmed triangle of platinum blonde hair. Janssens had more smaller but no less lush B-cups with pink rose petal areolas and a more fuller vulva topped with a small strip of chestnut pubic hair. Now completely dressed in their stolen uniforms, the two SLUT officers concealed the naked bodies with their poncho's along with their weapons and uniforms before they looped the fallen AR-18's over their shoulders walking back into the clearing. "Okay, let's spring the trap." Vasilieva took out her mirror, shining it into the light.



At that moment, Sunda and her 20 strong girls rose from the jungle rifles pointing at the black conscripts, they took the column completely by surprise without a single shot being fired. As the women rose up, there hands in the air the five SLUT women walked up to them. "Who is your leader? Does anyone here speak for you?" Asked Vasilieva as a young black woman, with angular features stepped forward. "I'am Corporal Mayimuma, my mistress." She said bowing her head in deference. Vasilieva smiled shaking her head. "No need for that, soldier. We are all equals here." The conscripts looked around in a confusion, as Mayimuma continued. "You are wearing the uniforms of our officers, does that mean that we are free and they are dead?" Vasilieva nodded "Yes, those that call themselves your masters are dead but before we let you go. We just need one more thing from you. Your uniforms, strip them off and give them to our associates. You have my word, you will not be harmed." Mayimuma, looked around her women barking an order to them. Looking around nervously, they began to unbutton their tunics. "Of course, they are just symbols of our oppression. Do want you will with them." She said unbuttoning her tunic, throwing it to the ground. They watched as the black conscripts stripped completely naked in front of them, their uniforms in piles around them. The 20 women were huddled, naked in front of them. " So what now, Lieutenant? You aren't just going to leave us here?" the black corporal asked, her nakedness on display for all to see. Vasilieva walked up to her holding up a map. "If you walk further along the trial, you will come to our camp full of PLMM liberators. Just tell them Vasilieva of SLUT sent you, they should provide you with fresh uniforms and food." Mayimuma nodded in understanding as she ordered her girl's to fall in. "Thank you, Lieutenant Vasilieva of SLUT. I shall pray for you and your success." With that she walked away with her naked column, in the direction of their camp. "Alright, everyone. Get dressed in their uniforms and shoulder their arms. The lesson isn't over yet." She said as the PLMM guerillas stripped out of their khaki fatigues, donning the uniforms of the Mordavian conscripts.


The De Bont Plantation



It took the 20 guerillas 5 minutes to get fully dressed, concealing their uniforms and weapons in the jungle foliage. Now they marched towards the De Bont Plantation, disguised as the Mordavian patrol. As they approached the gates of the plantation, Vasilieva was greeted by two armed mercenaries, both black Mordavians with red berets, and jigsaw patterned camouflage uniforms, armed with FN FAL rifles. "I'am Lieutenant Halfrida Martens, officer commanding B platoon, 21st Regiment Mordavian Colonial Army. I have been ordered to run a security assessment of plantations and holding in this sector, following the raise in recent guerilla activity. May I see the master of this house?" The mercenary on the left answered. "Certainly I will take you to him. Open the gate!" He said to his fellow mercenary as the gate opened. The cries of "Forward you black dogs!" from the SLUT team, selling their disguises pushed the column forward into the estate. "You seem pretty thin on the ground here? How many men with you?" Vasilieva asked innocently as she fell into step beside the mercenary. The man gave her a grave look. "Only five, I'am afraid. Our master is wealthy but says he only needs 5 guards. Since it's only blacks we have to worry about. He says they aren't really a threat because they can't shoot straight." The man gave a scowl as they neared the manor house. "I see. And how much does he pay you, soldier?" The man shook his head, sighing. "Not enough, but just enough to keep us fed and watered. Mind you, the way he treats the workers. He doesn't pay my men and I enough to forget the beatings." Vasilieva ordered her false column to halt as they reached the porch steps. "Sergeant Janssens, Corporal Bergens. You are with with me." Komarova and Tomorova fell in flashing salutes. "The rest of you, stay ready. Keep on eye on the blacks." This drew an unpleasant look from the mercenary as he led the three SLUT women up the porch into the house.



They were greeted by a portly but friendly black housemaid, who showed them into a small parlour room. There sat the middle aged De Bont couple, Jean Claude, a small reedy man with greying brown hair and his wife Amelie who looked more youthful, with jet black hair. "May I present Lieutenant Halfrida Martens of the MCA. She is here to conduct a security assessment of the plantations in the surrounding area. And her associates Corporal Bergens and Sergeant Janssens." Komarova and Tomorova gave stiff nods. Jean Claude rose from his chair, switching off the TV. "Ah, excellent! A visit from our brave soldiers, happy days. That will be all, Katanga." He said turning to the mercenary, who made to leave. "Hold a moment, maybe he should stay." Vasilieva replied smiling. A confused De Bont's brow furrowed. "Why? He his just a black mercenary. He as no reason to be here, with his betters." The mercenaries eyes narrowed with hatred, as Vasilieva chuckled with irony. "And yet you pay him for your protection and you demonise him." With that she drew her stolen Browning Hi-power pointing it at the couple, Komarova and Tomorova drew their weapons, pulling back the charging handles. "What is the meaning of this!?" Screamed Amelie. Vasilieva cocked her head with menace. "You see, we are not MCA. We are SLUT, the Soviet Liberation Unification Troops. And this farm is the property of the PLMM. We killed for these uniforms and won't hesitate to do what is necessary here." Claude de Bont sweated profusely rearing back. "Katanga, you black fool! What are you waiting for? Shoot them you lumbering mountain." Katanga briefly hesitated before raising his rifle, pointing it straight at the couple who both screamed. "I don't think so, master!" He said with irony. Vasilieva turned to him. "Can we count on the support of you and your men, Katanga?" The stoic mercenary simply nodded, his eyes fixed on the terrified couple. She gestured to the couple with her head. "Then do what you will with them. It's your country, Katanga." The man simply smiled turning to her. "Thank you, whoever you are." Vasilieva and her team swept from the room, to the sound of screams that were swiftly silenced by the sound of automatic fire.


It took the SLUT team, their guerillas assisted by Katanga's men who aided them willingly, 10 minutes to free the slaves of the plantation and pick the farm clean of resources. "Mordavians. You are now free, your masters lie dead. Killed by one of your own. Now you have a choice, you can go home to your loved ones or you can join us and fight for your future! The choice is yours, your lives are your own." Vasilieva said to the assembled farm workers who cheered her name, stepping forwards to join them. The assembled group in 5 minutes, gathered by the open gates laden with supplies as Vasilieva turned to Sunda. "Here endeth the lesson, Sunda. I trust that was much better then shooting paper targets." The black sergeant grinned widely. "Much better, Lieutenant. They never knew what hit them." Vasilieva gave her a fist bump before she ordered the column to leave the burning plantation behind. It's bright funeral pyre a beacon to the rest of Mordavia.

[SovietLUT]

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[Stormtrooper1990]

Thank you for providing a story for my namesake. It may of been late of me to provide such information, but I'm glad that people can no longer be justified to think I'm calling myself a Russian whore.

Your creation of Mordavia was most interesting and the story was of your usual brilliance. Thank you again. I hope you have a good next year.

Hi Soviet


Your very welcome. And I was glad to help set the record straight.


Thank you very much for the compliments, they are much appreciated. It was a pleasure to write up this story to bring Mordavia and indeed your namesake to life. I'am glad you enjoyed it. You are always welcome. Thank you very much, I hope that you have a good new year as well, my friend.