"DIONYSUS : Prairie fire ( Incomplete; posted with permission )

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DIONYSUS: Prairie Fire


by Muskra01


DIONYSUS: Prairie Fire, an Introduction

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“Scheiss DDR!”

Heidi Adler went to utter the familiar East German curse under her breath, but once again stopped short of letting the words slip from her lips. Instead she once again censored her criticism of the Communist East German regime she served, and pushed what the regime referred to as “counter-revolutionary thoughts” to the back of her mind. Such thoughts, if converted into words and spoken out loud, would surely result in a one way trip to Hohenschoenhausen Prison. Heidi emerged from under the bonnet of her broken pale green Trabant car for the fifth time and looked up at the grey sky smattered with grey clouds, which were almost indistinguishable from the faceless grey concrete apartment blocks which lined the cracked grey concrete streets of her East Berlin neighbourhood.

Heidi’s gloomy mood found a temporary companion in the cloudy overcast autumn sky. Her eyes ran down the pebble dashed side of the concrete block where she lived. Loose leaves were blown skyward by the brisk chilly air, their attempt at freedom thwarted as they crashed haphazardly into the concrete tower blocks. Falling to earth, they rejoined the masses of dead leaves swallowed up by the grey concrete. A frail old women in tattered clothes tried to hang wet linen from a balcony. Below her, a fat middle aged man in a string vest smoking a cigarette stared down at Heidi with overt sexual desires. Heidi shuddered and returned to reality. She sighed with a combination of lack of sleep, stress and the frustration of her unreliable Trabant failing her once again. She brushed some loose strands of hair from her face with the back of her hand, mindful of getting oil and grime on her face. Pausing for breath, she wiped her hands on a towel and re-pinned the loose strands of her long, dark brown hair back into it‘s regulation bun. A flash of colour in the corner of her eye and the sounds of youthful hedonism drew Heidi to glance over her shoulder towards the street. Two girls in their early 20’s walked down the street giggling loudly, clad in the latest bright, garish polyester dresses that were all the rage in the DDR these days. Heidi found herself admiring the bright colours and for a second was mesmerised with the complex patterns. One of the girls, a slim long haired red head, suddenly locked eyes with Heidi. The girl smiled as their eyes met, but then the girl’s gaze lowered slightly, taking in Heidi’s drab Ministry for State Security uniform. The girl’s smile disappeared in an instant and the colour drained from her face with the realisation that she was staring at a Stasi officer. The girl hurriedly looked away. Her friend, wondering what was wrong, flicked her short black hair over her shoulder and took a glance in Heidi’s direction. Her face turned to stone and her complexion faded to a mottled grey as if she had looked into the eyes of Medusa herself. Both girls looked at the floor and walked away, quickening their step.

Heidi’s sad eyes followed the girls as the two young women all but ran down the street away from her. Her occupation was no secret in her apartment block and she was used to having that effect on people, especially her neighbours. They referred to her as “that Stasi tart” behind her back, or so the young boy that played in the stairwell in the lobby had told her. Heidi could never get used to the sick feeling in her stomach from each encounter that came with people from her own age group; a mixture of knowing that people feared her, and that secretly she longed to be a normal girl once again. Six years ago, she had chosen to join the Stasi out of the “family tradition” of serving the Communist Party and the Ministry for State Security. Her brother, her mother, her father and her grandfather all served in the Stasi. Her affluent, educated upbringing in the protected realms of the Party had always ensured she would some day serve her country. Her family’s connections had ensured her a plum posting into the overseas intelligence arm of the Stasi, known as the Hauptverwaltung Aufklarung. Whilst her training course classmates in the mainstream Stasi wiretapped the homes of schoolboys who had told jokes mocking East Germany’s leader Erich Honecker, Heidi was posted into HVA Department XI and proved herself by targeting and recruiting members of the US Armed Forces in West Germany. Her success rate and her family’s political connections gained her a promotion to HVA Department X - Disinformation and Active Measures.

Dropping the bonnet, Heidi composed herself and moved round to the open driver’s door. Steadying herself on the door, she reached inside and pulled out her grey-green uniform tunic. Slipping into the smooth, silky lining of the woollen tunic, she quickly fastened the silver metal buttons, taking care to inspect them for engine oil marks. Straightening the thick grey braided tassel on her right shoulder, she gave her maroon-accented silver Captain’s tabs a quick brush with her sleeve and softly ran her right forefinger over the raised wording “Ministerium fur Staatssicherheit” on the ribbon around her left sleeve. Heidi tugged on the bottom hem of her tunic, and admired her small but growing collection of medal ribbons on her left breast. Adjusting her tie and placing her pillbox-style cap onto her head, she tucked any stray loose strands under its rim. For a second she stared back at her reflection, tinted grey by the sky, the concrete, and her uniform. The perfect image of a loyal Communist. Her electric blue eyes burned back at her, the vivid colour bursting out of the grey. Slowly easing herself into the driver’s seat, Heidi ensured she did not overly crease her grey-green uniform knee length skirt. Swinging her long, slender legs into the foot well, she took great care not to scuff her immaculately polished knee high flat soled black boots, which were modelled on the Soviet design. Inspecting her dark stockings for ladders, caused by her temporary stint as a Trabant mechanic, Heidi was pleased to note that there were none. Swinging her right leg carefully into the foot well sent a sharp surge of pain through Heidi, causing her body to tense up. She gritted her teeth in agony, let out a small cry and rode the searing pain until it passed. Running her hand down her right thigh, she lightly brushed the indentation of the wound and relived the force of the impact, the short pause, and then the white hot burning sensation and the screams that followed.

Composing herself and steadying her breathing, Heidi checked her make up in the rear view mirror. As she looked down, her eyes skimmed over the headline of the yet unread copy of the Neues Deutschland newspaper on her front passenger seat. The Americans had just elected Ronald Reagan as their new President to replace Jimmy Carter, and already Reagan was announcing his plans to defeat the Communist bloc. Heidi smiled. She said a little prayer to Marx, Engels and the gods of the Trabants and started the engine for the fifth time. The tired little two-stroke Trabant engine coughed and spluttered into life and the grey clouds in Heidi’s outlook started to clear. She rested her forehead against the steering wheel for a second to compose herself. Seconds later, she was pulling out of her street, en route to the Ministry for State Security Headquarters on Ruschestrasse in Lichtenberg. She had a formal debrief, followed by a meeting and lunch with the Minister for State Security, Erich Mielke. After that, she would be changing into her Ceremonial Dress and receiving the Order of Karl Marx from none other than The General Secretary of the German Democratic Republic himself, Erich Honecker.









DIONYSUS: Prairie Fire, Chapter 1

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Two sharp tugs on the length of cotton tied around her left little finger brought Heidi’s senses to attention. Slowly, deliberately, cautiously, she tilted her head from where it laid, pressed sideways into the burning hot Angolan soil. Tugging the cotton three times in acknowledgement, Heidi silently thanked the heavens that the hours she had spent laid perfectly still under the burning sun would soon come to an end. Her plump lips were dry and cracked from exposure to the constant, stifling heat that penetrated every pore on her body. She could feel a clinging, choking arid pain on her lips, in her mouth, and down the back of her throat. Her red hot dry skin tightened with every tiny movement, the pressure feeling as if her skin would surely rip in two. Pulling the cotton attached to her left little finger until it became taut with the strain, Heidi felt her colleague Karla instinctively pulling back, until the thin piece of cotton connecting them and acting as a crude silent alarm signal snapped. Slowly and deliberately moving her left hand towards her, Heidi adjusted her neck scarf until it was over her face, and then pulled down her jungle hat, concealing her European features. Her right forefinger instinctively moved to the safety catch of her AK47 assault rifle. Heidi’s finger hovered momentarily over the safety catch, as she forced herself to remember that she should not be putting herself into a position of conflict at this stage of the operation. Heidi laid her forefinger on the lip of the safety catch and gave it a stroke to calm her nerves. Heidi looked across at her colleague Karla, also clad in the tiger-stripe style camouflage uniform of the The People’s Armed Forces for the Liberation of Angola. Lieutenant Karla Voss was also making slow, deliberate movements, raising herself up from the burning reddish brown soil. Heidi raised her torso and felt the sweat start to run down between her breasts. Her sore nipples, already rubbed raw against the restrictive hard fabric of her uniform, began to burn yet again. She felt her shoulders tense and stiffen as they took up the weight of the restrictive chest webbing loaded with heavy AK magazines and grenades which were strapped to her torso. Around the two East German women, eight male members of the FAPLA commandos and four members of the Cuban People’s Army Tropa Especiales were laid in ambush positions, on or around the small rocky ridge above the sharp blind bend in the road below. A tree truck had been dragged across, blocking the bend, to cause an impromptu roadblock. A large rock formation opposite the ridge hid the roadblock from view at ground level. The Communist troops had a perfect view of anything that approached from their ridge. Around them, the flat red plains of the Angolan bush were littered with numerous rocky outcrops and ridges, sprinkled with thick foliage and the occasional tree. A flat topped mountain range ran from right to left and stopped at the roadside some distance in front of their position.

To the west, Heidi could just make out a small, rising dust cloud above the top of the bush that concealed her. If the intelligence and timing was right, it should belong to a South African military supply truck, en route to the large South African base 22 miles away to the east. Through local human intelligence sources in the base, the Cuban military had learned of an American CIA officer who had been acting as an intelligence adviser to the South African intelligence operatives on the base, conducting interrogations of Communist troops and trying to recruit them as double agents. Cuban Intelligence had recruited several sources from amongst the local black population who were employed by the South Africans in low level menial roles at the base. The sources had independently verified the presence of this American, but could not get close enough to the high security inner compound where the American worked. The American had already recruited over a dozen FAPLA and Cuban defectors who had then “escaped” back to their own lines and rejoined their old units. Some of these defectors had eventually become Special Forces or intelligence officers and penetrated the heart of Cuban Intelligence. Cuban operations had been seriously compromised by these spies. The Cubans had slowly and painstakingly identified these suspects and had been carefully isolating them and feeding them disinformation to pass back to the Americans. The operation continued to keep the Americans fooled for six months, but by now the Americans were starting to sense something had gone wrong and were trying to extract their spies. The American officer was so successful and considered such a threat that the Cubans had planned a direct action operation to liquidate this American. The Cubans had considered getting one of their sources to smuggle a bomb into the base, but the inner compound was fortified and no local natives were allowed anywhere near it. Cuban Intelligence had approached the Soviet KGB and proposed a joint direct action operation to penetrate the inner compound using white KGB officers. The KGB had baulked at the plan and forbidden the Cubans from getting involved, citing it as too risky in provoking an American military response. The Cubans had approached the East German Stasi, and although the Soviets had tried to pressure their East German comrades to ignore the request, the HVA had taken up the operation with keen interest.

Heidi strained her ears and could make out the faint sound of a tired diesel engine being driven with complete disregard for its well being. She smiled. It still sounded better than her Trabant back home. Around her , the Angolans and Cubans moved into ambush positions. Heidi and Karla stayed in position at the base of the ridge, shielded from view by rocks and dense foliage. In front of them, a Cuban commando armed with a PKM machine gun took up an over watch position over the bend in the road below them. Some distance apart, concealed in bushes on the highest part of the ridge, Heidi noted the team’s sniper, conspicuous only by the soles of his boots protruding from the shadows of the foliage. He had spotted the approaching truck with the scope on his Dragunov rifle and alerted the rest of the team. The rest of the commandos were positioned in an L-shape arrangement around the bend, concealed in the foliage of the ditch by the roadside. The dust cloud was getting bigger. Heidi could see the dust getting higher and higher in the air as the vehicle got closer. Amongst the Communist troops there was complete silence. No-one moved. The air was still. Heidi tried hard to control her breathing, taking in slow, deep breaths, each one sucking searing, dust laden air into her mouth and burning the back of her throat. Sweat soaked the brow of her cap, formed into rivulets on her forehead and ran down into her eyes, stinging and burning them with each drop. The dust cloud got bigger and the engine got louder. Still no-one moved. Heidi felt as though she had become one with herself and the earth that provided her cover. She could feel her heart pounding louder and louder and felt, for a second, that it would give the team’s position away. The engine whined and groaned as the driver braked and got ready to change gear for the sharp bend ahead. Heidi closed her eyes and felt the sweat sting her eyes again. The loud diesel engine of the truck sounded like a tank at this range. Her breathing became quicker, shorter. Adrenaline surged through her body. Her eyes locked on her rifle’s safety catch. One breath. Finger on the lip. Two breaths. Apply slight pressure. Three breaths. The sound of an engine slowing. Four breaths. The sound of rubber on pressed sand. Five breaths. The crunch of mechanical gears. Six breaths. The engine screamed under the strain. Seven breaths. The squeal of brakes. Eight breaths. The grinding and tearing of rubber on compacted sand.






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“ATACAR!! ATACAAARRRRRR!!!”

Heidi raised her head in response to the shout in Angolan Portuguese. As she did, the commandos below her were already on their feet, weapons raised in the shoulder, sprinting forward to the South African truck on the road. Heidi could just make out the face of a young tanned white female driver, mouth wide open, knuckles white with fear as she gripped the steering wheel of the vehicle. The first FAPLA commando leapt onto the driver’s footplate, wrenching open the driver’s door in one dynamic motion. One of his colleagues stood with a shotgun aimed at the front wheel of the truck, ready to put a solid slug through the wheel if it tried to move. Another commando hastily dragged a metal spike strip across the road behind the vehicle. A whirlwind of sand, dirt, metal and human adrenaline enveloped the truck. A growing dust cloud began to form, spiraling into the burning sky. Other commandos had reached the passenger side, and Heidi heard a creaky metallic groan and saw a glint of metal and glass as the passenger door was ripped open. A khaki brown object with a pair of flailing white arms and a flash of blonde hair was being forcibly dragged screaming from the cab The object disappeared from view behind the truck‘s engine. Heidi watched a commando with a raised AK47 as he aimed at the object as it fell from the cab onto the floor. He stood motionless, perfectly alert, finger on the trigger, aiming at the object on the floor. Heidi heard the truck’s engine gunning and the sound of raw human terror as the dark haired female driver fought with the commando trying to prise her from her vehicle. The driver was wearing her seat belt and was clawing and scratching at her adversary. Heidi saw a shimmer of reflective metal through the dirt filled air as a bayonet was produced by a commando.

The commando drew his right arm back and punched the driver square on her bony jaw, stunning her and sending her head snapping back, whilst he and a colleague hacked at the seat belt with the knife. The driver flopped lifelessly in her seat, stunned with the force of the blow. The commando reached across and hooked his right arm under the girl’s left armpit and dragged her from the vehicle. The driver, an attractive very slim brunette, was pulled and yanked by her uniform shirt. She was pulled out of the cab with such force that she fell face first into the hot sand. She began to regain her sense and tried to raise herself up on her elbows. A commando, his AK slung over his back and with a drawn Makarov pistol, knelt on the girl’s back and pinned her to the floor. The girl began to struggle and the commando placed his Makarov on the back of her neck. She struggled briefly and then lay still. As another commando stood covering her with a raised AK, more commandos pulled out some thick strips of cloth. A large piece of balled up cloth was forced into the girl’s wide mouth. She coughed and spluttered into her muzzle as another strip was then pulled tight over the ball protruding between her plump red lips and secured tightly behind her head. A thick strip of cloth was pulled tight across her eyes and tied behind her head. She tried to scream through her gag but to no avail. She persisted to scream until a commando struck her on the back of the head with the butt of his AK. From her concealed position, Heidi winced. The Angolans were professional, but considerably rougher and quicker to use violence than the Cubans. The brunette girl’s screams turned into low moans and filtered away into quiet grunts as her semi-conscious body was lifted by three commandos and carried away behind the ridge line, closely followed by her chubby young blond colleague who was being manhandled by more commandos. The blonde girl, gagged and blindfolded like the first, had surrendered to her fate and had not been beaten. Another commando jumped into the truck, crunched the gears, and drove it off the road behind the ridge line and out of sight behind a thick copse of trees 500 metres away.

The two South Africans were forcibly dragged and carried across the ground by the team until they reached the safety of hard cover behind an enormous rock formation about 400 metres from the road. The jagged rock formation served as the team’s lying up position where they had cached their rucksacks and supplies the night before. The girls were thrown to the floor and made to kneel with their hands on their heads facing several large boulders . Two commandos stood with AK’s aimed at the girls, who mewed and cried into their gags. Heidi raised herself onto her knees from her concealed position and immediately stumbled as her cramped muscles screamed to regain their strength. Both her and Karla began sprinting towards the boulders. Heidi’s legs burned and screamed with each step and her heart pounded as if threatening to leap out of her ribcage. Cracked lips, sore nipples and cramped muscles were subdued and pushed to the back of her mind as the mission took over. Other commandos cleared the tree trunk from the road and used tree branches to sweep the footprints and signs of the struggle from the sand. Then, they got rid of the tyre tracks of the truck leading off road into the bush. As the team retreated away from the road, it was like the desert had risen up and swallowed the truck and its occupants whole.



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Heidi and Karla stood out of sight behind a rock, watching the two commandos covering the two prisoners. Both South Africans appeared to be of roughly similar physical stature to the two Stasi officers. The blonde girl, clearly in a state of shock, had fully submitted to her captors and was breathing heavily, staring at the floor through the layers of rough, restrictive cloth over her eyes. She had bright, long natural blonde hair pulled very tightly back against her scalp and tied in a big knot on the crown of her head, with natural, pale skinned good looks and slightly chubby cheeks, tinged red through exertion and restricted breathing. Her enormous breasts were heaving up and down with each laboured breath and bulging out against the buttons on her tight khaki uniform combat shirt,. The buttons on her shirt were visibly strained and struggling to contain her assets. She wore the rank insignia of a Private Clerk in the South African Army Supply Corps. Heidi estimated that the girl was 18-19 years old, probably a conscript doing her national service, and a good few pounds overweight. Her waist curved out into a broad pair of hips and a wide, curvy pair of buttocks which were just about contained by the issue khaki combat trousers she wore. Her uniform would probably fit Karla best, Heidi thought, although what this girl’s body had in fat, Karla’s body more than made up for in toned muscle. The blonde clerk’s trousers were tucked into long thick green wool socks which she had folded down several times until they formed a wide, thick band over the top of her brown leather lace up combat boots. The boots, however, were clearly too small for Karla. Heidi looked at her own smaller feet and decided they would fit her best.

The brunette girl had clearly regained her senses and kept trying to look round at her captors. Each venture earned her a sharp prod from an AK barrel. She was slightly older than the blonde, probably in her mid twenties, Heidi estimated. She was clearly an experienced regular soldier and wore the rank stripes of a Sergeant. Her skin bore the sun kissed bronze shade of someone who had spent years in the bush toiling under the burning Angolan sun.. Strands of her long dark hair, knocked from the loose ponytail on the back of her head by her struggling, hung low over her high cheek bones and gaunt, skinny facial features. Heidi took the brunettes slender, toned body and long legs, and figured this girl’s uniform would fit her. This girl wore her uniform tight, to show off her perfect body. Her long socks were pulled up to her knees like pop socks, accentuating her long legs. Clearly a fashionista even when in the field, Heidi mused. The boots though, she would trade with Karla. Every time the brunette glanced around in Heidi’s direction, Heidi felt the hatred in the girl’s gaze, burning through the rough blindfold covering her eyes. Despite being beaten and concussed, she had rapidly regained her strength and Heidi felt the anger rising within the girl. Her breathing was quick and she was grunting through her gag, as if psyching herself up.

Heidi nodded to the two FAPLA commandos, who in turn nodded silently in reply and quietly slipped out of sight behind the rocks, but still within hearing range. Heidi raised her AK into a firing position and took several steps backwards, clicking the safety catch down two notches to semi-automatic fire. Heidi aimed at a central point between both girls. Karla placed her AK on the ground next to Heidi and advanced behind both girls. Karla maintained a 5 foot reactionary gap behind both girls and adopted a defensive stance. Speaking calmly and firmly, Karla blended her best Afrikaans accent with a hint of Angolan Portuguese for maximum deniability.

“We are The People’s Armed Forces for the Liberation of Angola. You are now prisoners of war. As long as you do as you are told, you will not be harmed.”

The blonde began to make subdued squealing noises through her gag and her pale face reddened a bright shade of crimson. She starting rocking back and forward. The brunette stared straight ahead and started to take slow, measured deep breaths.

“You will now be searched for concealed weapons. You will remove your shirts, trousers, boots and socks to permit this. You can keep your underwear and bra. You will get your clothing back afterwards……”

Heidi dry lips cracked into a smile at that last sentence. Karla, still in character, was in complete control of the situation and dominated both of the shrivelled creatures in front of her.

“Sergeant” Karla ordered. “You will remove your clothes first. Do not attempt to remove your blindfold or gag or you will be shot. Do not attempt to resist or you will be shot. Nod your head if you understand.”

The brunette stared straight ahead and did not reply. She seemed calm and composed. A smear of blood tainted her right cheek. The blonde stared at the floor, still making futile noises into her thick cloth muzzle. Sweat poured down the fat girl’s forehead.

Both girls nodded.

“Sergeant. Remove your clothes.” Karla repeated.

The brunette cautiously rose to her feet, one leg at a time, testing the stability of the ground around her. She slowly and deliberately lowered her skinny arms and moved them in towards her chest. Heidi noticed the girl’s veins bulging and pulsating as she rotated her arms and tensed up. She began to undo her top button. Heidi’s trigger finger rested lightly on the side of the trigger guard.

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Dust and sand blew through the middle of the scene. A vulture circled overhead.

Karla reacted instantly when the brunette lashed out with her right arm. The brunette swung her arm backwards behind her and started to spin round into a fighting stance, whilst ripping off her blindfold with her left hand. Karla lunged forward with her right hand wide open and locked onto the brunette’s right wrist and pulled downwards, whilst simultaneously reaching over the brunette’s left shoulder blade and pushing down and to the right with all the power in her left forearm. The brunette stumbled to the right and lost her balance, as Karla edged her left leg forward and stepped in between the girls legs, using her weight to force the girl’s right leg completely off balance and sending her down to the floor. The brunette crashed into the dirt face down and landed on her prominent nose, a loud groan stifled by the gag in her mouth. Karla landed on top of the girl and used her weight to pin her down. The brunette clawed forward into the earth trying to pull herself out from underneath the East German. Sweat and blood streaked down her face. The brunette cried out in pain as Karla raised her right arm back into the air and slammed a fist into the girl’s right kidney. Two more such blows and the brunette began to weaken through shock and pain. Her thin bony structure, devoid of body fat, gave her organs no protection against the onslaught. The brunette flailed her arms wildly backwards in uncontrolled attacks, desperately trying to scratch Karla. Karla made a double fist with both hands and planted a strong hammer blow on the base of the brunette’s skull. Stunned, the girl flopped into the earth like a puppet with her strings cut. Her loss of forward momentum cost her dearly as Karla climbed up her back, grabbing fistfuls of hair and cloth. As Karla slipped her right arm under the brunette’s chin and up around her long slender neck, the girl realised what was coming and went into a frenzy, shrieking through her gag. Taking hold of her own left shoulder with her right hand, Karla crossed her left forearm over her right arm and grabbed her own right bicep, trapping the the girl’s pencil thin neck in a wrestling sleeper hold. The brunette realised her predicament and fought wildly, but she possessed neither the energy nor the raw power to defeat Karla. The brunette’s muffled screams grew louder as the blood flow in her carotid arteries was cut off by Karla’s muscular arms.

Heidi stayed out of the fight and kept her rifle trained on the whimpering blonde, still cowering on the floor and by now openly crying as she heard her colleague being brutally beaten unconscious by Karla. Heidi knew she did not have to get involved in the brawl yet; Karla would not have appreciated her help, and besides, she clearly did not need it. A Cuban commando appeared from around the rock and locked eyes with Heidi. Still training her rifle on the blonde, Heidi rapidly moved her left palm back and forth over her head and pointed at the blonde. The commando understand the hand signal to cover the remaining prisoner and took aim at the weeping conscript as Heidi laid her AK on the ground and removed a small green syrette from her chest webbing. The brunette was making strange gurgling noises through her gag as her arms swung around wildly. Her legs kicked and thrashed up and down. Her thin tanned face went bright red and then the gurgling intensified as the blood drained from her brain. Karla kept the pressure locked in. Heidi, syrette in hand, moved in front of the two struggling girls. Karla’s face was a perfect picture of controlled aggression, but Heidi saw the animalistic hunter’s instinct to finish off the prey raging in her friend’s fiery green eyes. The brunette’s deep chocolate eyes were bulging from their sockets with fear and desperation as the pressure raged in her head. Gurgling and screaming into her gag, her bodily motions began to slow and became weaker. Her right hand slapped the earth next to Heidi’s foot, trying in vain to cause harm to one of her attackers, as her left hand pawed harmlessly against Karla‘s forearm. Her screams quietened and became moans as her brain began telling her body to shut down to save itself from destruction. The gurgling peaked and then the girl’s bulging eyes began to slowly roll back into her head as her eyelids fluttered. She had ceased all movement and lay still, eyes rolling, moaning quietly into her gag. Her right foot hung limply in the air. Her moans grew weaker and weaker. Her eye lids fluttered wildly. Her head drooped forward and tried to fall but was prevented by Karla’s bulging bicep. A couple of soft whimpers slipped out from under her gag. Then one final, long, faint mumbling whimper. A soft thud could be heard as the girl’s right foot hit the floor. Her left foot scraped softly into the sand and then lay still.

And then there was silence.

A small cloud of dust hung in the air over the girls. The blonde clerk wept.

Karla kept up the pressure in case the girl was feigning unconsciousness. Heidi uncapped the syrette, containing a Soviet drug known as “Peaceful Bliss”. It was a fast acting muscle relaxant and sedative designed to quickly render a person into a comatose, drunken-like state. The victim was still conscious and could breathe for themselves, but was too weak to resist whatever happened to them. One injection would send someone into a peaceful stupor for hours, with the appearance to the casual observer of just being heavily drunk.

Heidi, on her knees, leant forward, the sharp point of the needle inches from the brunette’s neck.

“Ready” Heidi prompted.

“Standby. In 3.……2.…….1.……now.” Karla realised her grip and let the brunette’s head fall lifelessly into the earth. Quickly rolling the girl onto her left side, Karla straddled the girl’s right side as she began to convulse with the blood flooding back into her brain. Karla held the girl’s right arm up vertically in an arm bar and locked the girl’s arm in the crux of her armpit.

Heidi moved in for the kill and knelt on the girl’s left arm, pinning it to the ground. The girl’s whole body was convulsing and her legs were shaking. Heidi leant on the girl’s head, pinning it to the floor, and expertly slid the needle into the girl’s right carotid artery. Seeing the flashback of blood in the bottom of the syrette, Heidi knew she had a good line in and in one fluid movement slowly depressed the plunger.

“In, in, in!” Heidi exclaimed.

The girl continued to convulse and both East Germans rode her like a wild stallion. The girl’s eyes were wide open and bulging with fear, her frenzied icy glaze burning up at Heidi as her blood-starved brain struggled to comprehend what was happening to her. The two Stasi officers wrestled the girl for another 30 seconds until her movements slowed and became sluggish. Her struggling and convulsing calmed and then ceased altogether. Her eyes, still staring skyward, glazed over with a milky film and all the fear and anger in them slowly ebbed away. Her eyes partially rolled back, consumed with euphoria, lost forever in Peaceful Bliss. Heidi slowly released her grip and the girl’s head flopped into the earth. Heidi grabbed a handful of the girl’s soft brunette hair and raised her head off the ground and let go. The girl’s head hit the ground and she lay still, drool oozing from under her gag and running down her chin into the soil. A low moaning was barely audible from behind her gag. Karla released the girl’s right arm and it fell with into the dirt with a smack, sending dust spraying into the air.

The overweight blonde clerk was hyperventilating into her gag. She knew she was next.

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Karla wasted no time in kneeling behind the brunette and unceremoniously dragging the the lifeless girl up into her lap. The brunette was comatose, her glazed eyes staring upward, arms flopping lifelessly at her side, legs splayed wide apart in front of her. Karla untied the brunette’s gag, then repacked the wet ball of cloth in her mouth, stuffing it in as far as it would go. She then re-tied the thick cloth strip through the middle of the ball protruding out of the girl’s mouth, and wrapped the cloth around her head twice before cinching it tight and tying it in a double knot on the back of the girl’s head. Heidi retrieved the girl’s discarded blindfold and silently bid the brunette goodnight as she wrapped the cloth strip twice over the her slumbering eyes and secured it tightly behind her head.

The brunette moaned but did not resist. Heidi released the brunette’s head and it flopped forward, her chin bobbing and coming to rest on her bosom. Loose strands of her silky dark hair blew softly in the breeze and came to rest on her cheek bones. Heidi noticed two small rivers of sweat trickling down either side of the girl’s neck and then meeting at the base of her throat, before running down in between her small but rounded breasts. Heidi moved down to the girl’s booted right foot, splayed out lifelessly at a 45 degree angle, and knelt down.

Grabbing a handful of trouser material, Heidi raised the foot up and dumped it into her lap. The girl had double tied her boot laces, and Heidi struggled to wedge her fingernails into the knot. The knot relented and the laces flopped open to reveal a perfect bow. Tugging one loose strand, the bow gave way and the laces fell open. Heidi slipped her fingers under the criss-cross lacing and started loosening them. The boots were calve height, brown leather regulation combat boots, Heidi noted. She took a second to check the size, printed on the sole. The boots were clearly too big for Heidi, but would should fit Karla fine. The girl was slender but had big feet. Heidi undid the top several laces from their holes and then loosened the rest. Grabbing the girl’s thin sock-covered calve with her left hand, Heidi gripped the sole of the boot with her right hand and pulled hard. The boot was loose but refused to come off. It was stuck on the girl’s heel. Heidi loosed the lower laces again and gave it another wiggle. The boot started to slide over the heel and with it came her long, thick green wool sock. The brunette had tucked her uniform trousers into her socks and pulled the socks up her towards her knees as far as they would go.

The boot finally came off with some more wiggling and Heidi rewarded with the smell of hot leather, thick, heavy wool socks treated with fragrant washing powder, and hot sweaty feet all baked at a high temperature in the oven of the African heat. The girl’s sock had been pulled several inches off the end of her foot and stood erect in the air, the heel of her sock now in the arch of her foot. Heidi reached up to the top of the sock at the girl’s calve and bunched it down towards her ankle. The bottom of the girl’s trouser leg unfurled and Heidi caught sight of a smooth, tanned leg underneath it. Discarding the boot on the floor, she moved onto the girls other foot and repeated her assault on a second knot.

Karla was struggling with the buttons on the girl’s shirt. Trying to lean over the moaning, floppy girl in her lap proved to be hard work. The girl’s head bobbed up and down as she tried, and failed, to find the strength to raise her head to protest her situation. Eventually, Karla wrenched the girl up and to the right, letting the girl’s head flop lifelessly backwards into the air under Karla’s right armpit. Rivulets of glistening sweat from the heat and the exertion of the fight ran down the girls chest. The girl had already undone her top button prior to the fight.

Karla made short work of the next two buttons and gently pulled the shirt open, exposing a small, pert pair of round breasts wrapped on a black silk and lace bra which was shiny and soaked with sweat. Reaching down to the girl’s waist, Karla unbuckled the wide brown leather trouser belt with ease, manipulating the brass fittings with her nimble fingers. The trouser button proved to be a tough challenge. This girl wore her uniform pressed tightly against her figure, complementing and showing off her slender, toned body. Karla swore under her breath as the button refused to give. Heidi, seeing her friend struggle, scrabbled up on her knees and helped Karla win the fight. Karla muttered her thanks and hooked her right forearm under the girl’s breasts and pulled, lifting the limp girl like a rag doll and raising her buttocks a couple of inches off the floor. Heidi unbuttoned the girl’s fly and caught a smell of the girl’s womanhood.

Each loosened button revealed more shiny black silk and lace. Karla heard the constant clinking of the girl’s metal trouser belt and the rubbing of rough material against soft skin as Heidi started to shimmy the girls trousers down over her firm, tanned buttocks. Karla unceremoniously released her victim and the girl flopped back into the dirt, grunting mutely in protest through her thick cloth muzzle. Karla felt the hot bare skin of the girl’s thighs against her own. Looking down, Karla saw the girl was wearing a matching pair of shiny black silk and lace panties. Karla smiled to herself as she realised that girl was clearly the “camp bicycle“ and no doubt many a young male soldier had enjoyed a good ride in the saddle. Heidi had shimmed the girl’s trousers down to her ankles and was pulling off the girl’s left boot. Karla made short work of the rest of the shirt buttons and exposed the girl’s perfectly toned, rock solid abdomen. Her shirt hung open and flapped gently in the breeze.

As Heidi was consumed in her efforts to work the left trouser leg out of the constraints of another woollen sock, Karla took the opportunity to explore herself and nonchalantly ran her left hand down over the girl’s rounded breasts, marvelling at the smooth, soft silky material enveloping them. The girl, her limp head flopping upside down in the air below Karla’s armpit, mewed soft protests into her gag, fully aware of what was happening. The girl was intrigued, confused and frightened, but powerless to resist to Karla’s advances. Karla ran the back of her hand over the girl’s rock solid abdomen and then gently rotated her hand and softly ran the tip of her forefinger in between the girl’s firm muscles, making small, tight circles on the girl’s glistening tanned skin. Karla’s finger ran lower and lower until it gently caressed the top of the lace on the girl’s panties. Her finger ran in bigger and bigger circles until her tip of her fingernail was running under the rim of the panties, nestling the edge of the girl’s womanhood. The girl’s bobbed up and down frantically as she moaned into her gag. Slowing and pausing in it’s rotational pattern, Karla’s finger slid under the girl’s panties, taking one smooth, soft stroke of the girl’s clitoris, causing the girl to shudder and emit a barely audible moan in subdued ecstasy.



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Heidi briefly looked up as she slid the left sock off the girl’s smooth, soft pink foot and balled it up, stuffing it into the girl’s discarded left boot, lying on its side in the dust. Out of the corner of her eye, Heidi saw Karla quickly sitting up with a sheepish look on her face, as if she had been disturbed doing something she should not have been doing. Heidi shuffled over and picked up the girl’s right foot, gripping the top of her sock and bunching it down to the girl’s heel. Sliding the thick sock off the girl’s foot, Heidi once again found herself confused by her friend’s behaviour. Intrigued, Heidi opened her dry, broken lips to silently mouth a question to her partner, but stopped at the first word, unable to bring herself to ask the question now. Karla stared back at Heidi nonchalantly with a blank face, as if wondering what was wrong. Heidi had often wondered about her team mate’s desires and always wanted to ask Karla, but could never find the right moment or the words to ask her outright. Karla’s bright green eyes radiated innocence but Heidi detected the raging fire which burned under the surface.

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Excelling in sports in school had earnt Karla a place in the GST, the Society for Sports and Technology, the East German paramilitary youth organisation which prepared teenagers for military service. Karla excelled in martial arts and was an expert in submission wrestling, as the South African brunette had found out to her cost. Her strong Amazonian physique, peak fitness and attractive looks had brought Karla to the attention of the Stasi, who recruited her into it’s own elite Felix Dzerzhinsky Guards Regiment. Whilst Heidi came from an affluent Stasi family background, Karla had come from a working class upbringing and had entered the Stasi as a teenage enlisted soldier, tasked with guarding the Communist party leadership’s residential compound in Wandlitz, near Berlin. She had hated every minute of her time there. Bored to the point of exhaustion, Karla patrolled the dull compound for two years without a single day off, standing on the front gate in all weathers and being visually undressed by the dirty eyes of the grey old men of the Politburo and her male guard colleagues alike. An avid, proud Communist, Karla suppressed the confusion and disillusionment that gnawed at her conscience as she witnessed the ruling Party elite enjoying the so-called “evil capitalist Western luxuries” sold in the private Intershop stores in the compound. Her only relief had been her sports, sponsored and funded by the the Stasi. They had pushed both Karla’s wrestling attributes and her golden blonde beauty, earning her a place in the East German 1976 Olympic Team in Montreal. Her skills honed to perfection through suppressed rage and Stasi money, Karla won a Gold Medal in the Women‘s Wrestling. As a reward, she had been given the pick of her assignments and had opted to escape from the boredom and sexual harassment of Wandlitz. Karla was given a commission from the ranks and became an Officer in the HVA branch of the Stasi. Now, four years after the Olympics, she was a Lieutenant and Heidi’s understudy.

The faint sound of sobbing brought Heidi and Karla back to their hot, burning reality.

Karla let the brunette slide forward, carefully edging the girl’s lifeless head under her armpit and sliding the girl down her own knees until she was slumped on the floor in Karla’s lap. The girl slumped forward, her head swaying slowly lifelessly from side to side as she fought to regain the strength to raise it upwards. Strands of her thick dark hair stuck to the dried blood and sweat on the girl’s face. Heidi knelt between the girl’s splayed legs, her foot tucked into the girl’s crotch in case the girl should resist. The girl’s forehead rested against Heidi’s knee and the East German could see the dust and dirt from the struggle matted in the girl’s hair. Karla reached around the girl’s chest and grabbed a fistful of shirt material, yanking the right collar of the shirt back over the girl’s right shoulder exposing her glistening, tanned flesh. Repeating her motion with the girl’s left collar, Karla shimmied the shirt over the girl’s shoulders. Heidi shuffled backwards and let the semi-conscious girl fall forwards towards her. With one hand, Karla grabbed the girl’s wrists and pinned them together, as she started to pull the girl’s shirt down her arms with her other hand. The shirt slid from it’s former owner with ease and Heidi balled up the garment and placed it with the others.

Heidi motioned to the commando, who was stood perfectly still, weapon aimed at the blonde clerk. The commando waited until Heidi had retrieved her own AK and once again took up a cover position over her next victim. The commando shouldered his weapon and disappeared from view behind the rocks. Seconds later, he re-emerged with a second commando, also with his weapon secured. Karla pushed the brunette upright and twisted the girl’s floppy body to the right, offering her to the two men. One commando hooked a burly black hand under each of the girl’s armpits and easily lifted the lifeless brunette from the floor without breaking a sweat. The second commando stood in between the girl’s legs and scooped up a knee with each powerful hand. Both men hoisted the limp, comatose brunette off the floor and carried her away out of sight behind the rocks. Karla noticed for the first time the perfect, smooth white soles of the girl’s long feet , in contrast the to the bronzed brown of her long slender legs. The girl mewed and mumbled incoherently into her tight gag as she was manhandled away to her fate. Karla took one last wistful look at the glistening, tanned silk and lace accentuated skin of her toy as it shuffled out of sight behind the rocks.




DIONYSUS: Prairie Fire, Chapter 2

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Regaining her composure, Karla stood and resumed her fighting stance behind the chubby blonde clerk. The blonde had calmed and knelt still, her fingers firmly locked in place on the back of her head, knuckles and joints white with a combination of fear and strain. Sweat dripped from the tip of her nose. A temporary, pulsating silence hung in the air as the searing Angolan sun began to burn the skin of the young women exposed to it’s wrath. The silence and expectation of the unknown began to feed the fear of the blonde. She began to tremble. Heidi felt the sun burning the back of her own neck, despite the jungle hat and neck scarf she wore.

“Private……….” Karla’s voice boomed with the deep bass of parade-square honed authority. “Remove your clothes. Do not attempt to resist or you will be shot. Your colleague has paid the price for resisting. Now strip!”

The chubby blonde girl paused slightly, huffing and puffing through her muzzle. Her fingers stayed rigidly locked together behind her head, pale white arms starting to turn pink through exposure to the sun. Shuffling her chunky left leg out in front of her, the girl wobbled as she shifted her weight onto her left foot and slowly started to stand up, struggling to control her balance. Her movements stretched her rough khaki uniform tight against her curvy body, with the seam down the centre of the back of her trousers visibly strained by the exertion. Karla noticed the visible bulge through the trouser fabric at the top of the girl’s thighs as her panties cut into her beefy thighs. As the girl staggered to her full height, Karla noted that the girl was several inches shorter than her. Her buttocks were wide and rounded. She stood trembling, hands still behind her head, as she shook her legs to regain her circulation. Fear encased the girl and she froze, unsure how to proceed. A confused mewing could be heard coming under the coarse layers of cloth silencing her. The girl’s gag was packed so tightly that her bright red cheeks bulged over the edges of the material and her throat had been contracted giving her a double chin. Karla sensed this girl would need controlled direction. The girl’s sense of panic seemed to have complete control of her actions.

“Private…….you may release your hands. Unbutton your shirt.” cooed Karla softly..

Slowly unlocking her fingers, the girl lowered her arms to her chest and began to fumble with the top button on her khaki combat shirt. The button refused to come undone, as if mounting a passive resistance against the cruel intentions of the Communists. The girl became visibly distressed and began to cry again.

Heidi felt her friend’s patience starting to ebb away. They were on a tight time schedule and the sun was rising, sending the temperature and their collective nerves soaring skywards.

Karla stepped forward, approaching the girl from behind and to her right. Keeping a couple of paces behind the girl, Karla leaned forward and placed her left hand gently on the girl’s right shoulder. The girl winced in fear and squealed.

Karla whispered into the girl’s right ear, her Afrikaans and Portuguese accent still perfectly in character.

“Calm down, I will help you. But do not resist me. Understand, china?” Karla placed special emphasis on the South African term of endearment for dramatic effect.

Sensing the meek girl was no threat, Karla decided to take the initiative. She was confident that if this out-of-shape supply clerk decided to fight, she could subdue her and render her unconscious far quicker than she had done to the stronger and fitter brunette.

The girl nodded and grunted an acknowledgement through her gag. Sweat ran down her forehead. She stood still and let her arms hang loosely at her sides. She had submitted to the powerful East German.

Karla sidestepped to her right, so she was stood slightly in front of and to the right of the girl. It was only at this angle that Karla was able to comprehend the size of the girl’s enormous breasts which stuck out of her chest in front of her, straining the buttons on her shirt and rippling the fabric. The gap in between each button was opened up by the strain, exposing soft, pale white flesh through the thick khaki material. Her trousers were noticeably tight around the waist and pulled tight around the seat and thighs . Karla mused that this innocent girl, unlike her “experienced” friend, clearly frequented the base mess hall instead of burning off the calories inside a supply cupboard or behind the rifle range.

Eyeing the girl up and down, Karla shuffled forward, still in defensive stance, her eyes darting back and forth between the blonde’s face and her hands, watching for the slightest movement or change in body language that might signal an impending attack. The girl stood perfectly still, taking slow, measured deep breaths through her nose, her nostrils flaring and her chest heaving with each restricted respiration. Karla reached out with her left hand and pinched the girl’s top button and began to slide it through it’s loop. Her right hand remained drawn back and balled into a fist in case the girl was lulling her into a false sense of security. Karla felt the sun burning through the material covering the back of her neck and smirked as she realised that over the next few hours this pale skinned South African would either get a really good tan or a really bad case of sun burn that would require medical treatment.

The first two buttons easily submitted to Karla’s expert fingers and parted to reveal a mottled pale white chest tinged pink in the middle from exposure to the sun. Sweat ran down the girl’s chest and soaked into her plain white cotton bra. The third button, struggling to contain the girl’s ample chest, was pulled at an angle and strained to bursting point, refusing to yield it‘s secrets. Karla relaxed her right hand and moved in further until her lips were within inches of touching the girl’s cloth muzzle. At this intimate distance Karla could fully take in the girl’s natural, innocent beauty, which shone through her pudgy features and the layers of tough material layered over her face. The girl was making soft panting noises into her gag and staring straight ahead, afraid to allow her gaze to even deviate by an inch.

“Don’t be scared, I will protect you. Surrender to me and I will reward you………..” whispered the East German, barely moving her lips. “Don’t fight it……..”

The girl whimpered quietly and shuddered and Karla noticed goose bumps rising on the blonde’s arms as her arm hair stood on end in defiance of the searing temperature. The third button finally yielded and the girl’s shirt parted like the Red Sea to reveal her bulbous breasts, which flopped and bounced as they finally lost the fight against the Communist-backed forces of gravity. The girl was wearing a plain white vest-style bra which stopped just above her stomach and was mottled grey with patches of sweat. Karla made short work of the remaining buttons and tugged the girl’s shirt tails out of her trousers to reveal a white, soft, spongy stomach which protruded slightly over the top of her waist. The girl, clearly self conscious about her body, hung her head, huffing and puffing into her gag, and turned her feet inwards. Her sudden movements brought Karla to attention and the East German drew her right fist back in preparation. The girl sensed the rapid movement of her attacker and mewed an apology, shaking her head slowly. Karla paused, leaned forward and slid her left hand inside the girl’s shirt to push it back, slowly brushing the girl’s left nipple with the back of her hand as she did. The shirt hung limply from the girl’s breasts like a flag lowered in the horizontal position. Knowing Heidi was watching, Karla slowly withdrew her hand and ran her flat palm back over the girl’s pert left nipple, allowing herself the briefest of squeezes of the girl’s enormous breast.

“Remove your shirt” Karla ordered.

The girl slowly peeled the cloth from her shoulders and removed her shirt. She held it pressed tightly against her chest like a security blanket, reluctant to surrender this symbol of her dignity.

“Give it to me.” barked Karla.

The girl mewed and cried and handed the shirt to her attacker. She stood stooped forward with her arms folded tightly across her chest, the shock and embarrassment causing her to retreat into herself. She winced as the molten sun’s rays started to prick and boil every tiny pore on her exposed bare pale skin.

“Make this quick and you will not suffer. Now hurry and strip. I need your uniform.”

Still stooped forward, the girl slowly moved her trembling hands steadily down her protruding flabby stomach and bent over, her outstretched fingers running down her legs until she found her folded over sock at the top of her right boot. She awkwardly unfolded one layer of thick woollen sock to reveal her laces, and started to untie her boot. She undid her laces and loosed her boot, and then trod on the heel with her other foot as she attempted to prise off her footwear. She lost her balance and stumbled slightly. Karla moved forward and caught the girl’s right arm and let the girl hold onto her for support. The girl mumbled her thanks into her gag. “Don’t thank me, sweetheart…..you won’t like what’s going to happen to you next………” Karla mused to herself.


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The girl’s efforts were successful, and she stepped out of her right boot, kicking it to the side.

“I want your socks too…………..” reminded the Stasi officer.

Shifting all her weight onto her left foot, the girl hobbled awkwardly as she fought to maintain her balance and remove her long thick sock from her right foot. Fighting with the heavy woollen and elastic material despite her lack of vision and balance, the blonde finally won the fight and eased the sock from her foot to reveal yet more pale white skin. The girl put her bare right foot back on the floor and squealed as the red hot sand burnt her soft unprotected soles and toes.

Karla sought to maximize the opportunity given by the girl’s discomfort.

“Hurry and remove the rest of your clothes. Then I will get you out of the sun.” She whispered softly.

The girl quickly repeated the motion and soon a pair of discarded socks and boots lay at Karla’s feet. She unbuckled her belt and Karla noted the button at the top of the girl’s waistband was visibly strained. The girl undid her trousers in double quick time and slid the khaki material down over her broad buttocks and wide thighs until her trousers were around her ankles. Sweat ran down her chest and shoulders and soaked her bra. She had her arms folded tight across her stomach. Karla allowed her eyes to run over the girl’s curved ass, barely contained by a pair of crisp, thick white comfort fit panties.

Heidi maintained a perfect line of sight on the clearly uncomfortable blonde girl, resting the sight post of her assault rifle squarely between the girl’s shoulder blades. “Yes, that uniform is definitely Karla’s size” Heidi smirked to herself.

Karla took the girl’s right hand and gave it a squeeze.

“Well done. Good girl. Now, let’s get you out of this sun. Come with me. You look like you need to relax.”

Gently grasping the girl’s right hand, Karla playfully raised it slightly in the air as if she was leading the girl in a ballroom dance. The girl stepped out of her discarded trousers as if in a trance, clearly scared of following the East German but equally powerless to resist her advances. Each foot step burnt the girl’s feet and she winced and grimaced with the pain. “There there, not far now…….“ Karla led the stumbling young girl like a dancer until she was under the shade of a palm tree, and instantly both women felt the soothing temporary coolness as the sun was subdued and filtered by the wide, heavy green leaves. The blonde raised her chin into the air as if the cool shade itself were a cold shower, cleansing her glistening sweaty form.

Heidi moved forward, weapon raised, until she found a decent cover position over her victim.

Karla unbuttoned the pouch on her left hip and pulled out her Soviet issue metal water bottle. Unscrewing the cap, she took a swig of water to demonstrate that it was safe to drink. “Keep your head back, I will help you cool down” She purred. The girl tilted her head back and swayed slightly as she regained her balance. Karla put her right palm behind the girl’s back to steady her, and then gently rested her palm on the girl’s very wide, curved right buttock, feeling the soft cotton beneath her fingers. Karla held her water bottle over the girl’s forehead and let the warm water run down the girl’s face, soaking her hair, cleansing her skin and soaking her blindfold and gag. Despite her muffled predicament the girl sucked on the wet cloth ball stuffed into her mouth, extracting whatever moisture she could get from it. Karla kept up the shower until water cascaded down the blonde’s shoulders and chest, soaking her white bra and turning the material a transparent grey, forcing the girl’s nipples to become rigid and stand to attention through the material. Her thick blonde hair, pulled closely to her scalp and knotted tightly on the crown of her head, now glistened with the water which flowed over her. Karla grabbed the girl’s ass and pinched her flesh through her cotton panties. The girl flinched but moaned her thanks as she continued to suck on her gag. Water ran in streams and rivers over her stomach, soaking her panties, and running down her chunky legs until a dark puddle formed in the sand beneath her pudgy feet.

“As you are a prisoner of war, I must tie you up for your protection and mine. Those are the rules. I will not hurt you. Understand?” Karla had the girl eating out of her hand. She had fully submitted and would do anything the East German demanded.

Karla produced a coil of thick, coarse climbing rope and unravelled it. She did not have to restrain the girl’s arms behind her back - the South African silently and obediently crossed her wrists and rested them on top of her huge buttocks. She stood with her legs wide apart and her head raised in the air. Karla expertly bound the girl’s wrists, wrapping the rope over, around and through her wrists, cinching it tightly through the middle several times, causing the girl to wince and tense up. The girl’s wrists were securely bound and a triple knot ensured she could never get free. Pleased with her work, Karla knelt in the wet sand and tied the girl’s ankles tightly together, the multiple layers of thick rope cutting into her pasty chunky ankles and calves. Karla reached in between the girl’s legs and cinched the ropes tight. Standing back, Karla admired her handiwork. The girl stood perfectly still trying to maintain her balance, as if any significant motion would send her crashing to the burning hot earth.

Heidi lowered her AK47 and flicked the safety catch two notches upwards into the On position. She slung her weapon behind her back with her right hand whilst simultaneously using her left to claw the restrictive neck scarf from her face. Karla was still admiring her catch as Heidi rapidly advanced towards the two women with a purpose, eyes locked onto the blonde as she fished out a small syrette from her chest webbing. The girl stood still, breathing softly into her gag, still trying to drink the warm water through the material. Karla nodded at her friend and mentor, as Heidi carefully eased the plastic cap from the end of the needle. The blonde, unaware of her impending fate, stood rolling her head down, up and back in small circles, as if relaxing the muscles in her neck. Karla approached the girl and started to massage her chubby shoulders, rubbing her fingers up and over the indentations in the girl’s shoulders caused by the straps of her bra. The girl moaned in ecstasy. Karla kept up the massage and moved her left hand over the girl’s left shoulder, running her nimble fingers down the girl’s chest and grabbing the girl‘s left breast. The blonde was fully lost in the moment and did not resist as Karla slowly ran her right fingers up the right side of the girl’s neck, stroking her soft flesh, and gently tugged back on the big knot of blonde hair tied on the crown of the girl’s head. The girl’s head bobbed backwards and she stared skywards, exposing her smooth, pale neck.

That was Heidi’s cue.

[esercito sconfitto]

The East German Captain moved forward and in one fluid motion slapped her left palm over the right side of the girl’s face, pressing her fingers into the girl’s eyes, and pushed her head back and to the left, exposing her carotid artery. The girl squealed as her imposed blackness turned to bright lights and stars as Heidi’s fingers pressed her right eye deep into it’s socket. The bound and gagged South African tried to react but was too slow and clumsy, her defences rendered useless by layers of thick cloth and rope.. Heidi broke the perfect white skin of the girl’s neck with the cold metal tip of the needle and was rewarded with a flash of crimson blood in the glass ampule at the bottom of the syrette.



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“In, in, in!”

Heidi swiftly administered the full dose of Peaceful Bliss into the chubby girl’s neck and withdrew the needle. The girl tried to struggle and shrieked hysterically into her gag. Her bound feet kicked and shuffled in the dirt as she twisted and wrenched her limbs against her bonds. Her weight and lack of coordination got the better of her and she started to fall over. Karla looped a muscular left arm under the girl’s stomach and stopped her from falling forwards. Both East Germans fought to keep the girl upright as the blonde screamed into her gag and tried to wriggle out of the East German’s grip. Karla got the girl in a bear hug from behind and bent over backwards, lifting the girl off the floor, restricting her breathing and stretching her tummy tight, causing her enormous breasts to rise up into the air. The girl heaved and wretched as the air was forced from her lungs. Heidi scooped up the girl’s bound feet and both Stasi officers held the struggling girl in mid-air as the drug took effect. The girl’s breasts bounced and flopped wildly as she wriggled and fought the powerful sedative surging through her circulatory system. Eventually she calmed and her movements slowed. She began to let our a series of long, drawn out sighs and whimpers. Her resistance ceased and she became still. Heidi lowered the girl’s bound feet to the floor, sensing her muscles loosing their rigidity and becoming limp. The two East Germans had not expected the girl to succumb so quickly. Karla held the girl suspended in mid-air as the blonde’s head lolled and sagged from side to side and finally flopped down, her chin resting on her huge breasts. This girl was truly a weakling, Heidi decided. Karla released the girl and caught her before she hit the floor, sweeping up the comatose blonde and heaving the girl onto her shoulders, until the girl’s head was bobbing lifelessly in the air behind Karla’s back.

“Good girl.” said Karla, patting the girl’s buttocks balanced on her shoulder. She received a muted grunt in reply.

Heidi began to assemble the collection of discarded military uniform garments which were strewn over the desert floor and place them in two piles under the shade of the palm tree where the chubby blonde had just been disposed of.

Karla adjusted the weight of the heavy, semi-conscious girl on her shoulder. The top-heavy girl had started to slide backwards off the East German’s powerful shoulders. Karla could feel the girl’s breasts bobbing and cushioning against her back like a pair of balloons as she walked. Moving around the rock formation, Karla caught sight of an Angolan commando laid prone on the floor, weapon aimed in her direction. Karla gave a “thumbs up” with her right hand. The commando nodded but stayed in position. Stepping over him, Karla entered the middle of the communist encampment. Commandos laid in, on or around the rocks in a wide circle, covering every possible arc of fire. Their Cuban leader, his second in command and their radio operator knelt in the middle next to two unfolded collapsible field stretchers, one of which was shrouded in a plain green poncho and partially wrapped in climbing rope. Karla knelt down next to the empty stretcher and unceremoniously dumped the drugged bound blonde into it. Glancing across at the unrecognisable mass of material on the stretcher next to her, the East German could just make out the subdued sounds of laboured breathing coming from underneath the thick fabric. The commandos had already taken care of the brunette clerk. She had been bound hand and foot and placed in the stretcher. A poncho had then been wrapped over and around the stretcher, mummifying the girl. Thick climbing rope had then been tied over the poncho, binding both it and it’s female contents to the stretcher. An empty sandbag had been secured over the brunette’s head, and held in place by more lengths of rope tied over her eyes, mouth and neck. Yet more rope was tied around the stretcher and over the girl’s face so she could not move her head. She moaned and panted into her gag and stared skywards, unable to move a muscle or limb. Two commandoes started to position the blonde in the second stretcher whilst more of their colleagues unravelled rope and prepared a poncho.

Heidi stood in the shade of the palm tree and took a long drink from her water bottle, taking small, steady sips of the warm metallic water. The heat was starting to affect her. She removed her broad rimmed cotton jungle hat and ran her fingers through her thick dark hair, pressed tightly against her scalp and pulled tight into a knot on the back of her head. She unpeeled the sweat-soaked scarf from her skin and instinctively rubbed the back of her neck. The pain from the sun burn on her neck made Heidi wince, her face creased in shock and she let out a subdued yelp with the pain. Despite her best precautions, she had suffered once again. Cursing her luck, she rolled her damp scarf into a ball and placed it inside her hat on the floor. She could not wait to take off her chest webbing any longer. The heavy canvas webbing, laiden with six 30-round AK47 magazines and four grenades with it’s underside damp with sweat, soon joined the hat and scarf on the floor. Next came her webbing belt containing two water bottles, a bayonet, a Makarov 6P9 silenced pistol with a spare magazine in a brown leather holster, and a small pouch containing emergency rations and first aid equipment. Heidi quickly stripped off her damp camouflage shirt and vest and dumped them on the floor. The stifling hot breeze felt strangely calming against her bare breasts and sore nipples. Rubbing her shoulders, she could feel the sore, reddened marks where the webbing straps had cut deep into her skin. Inspecting her nipples, she noticed the entire top layer of skin had been rubbed away by her shirt and webbing, accounting for the immense pain and discomfort she suffered. Leaving her trousers and boots on in case of an attack, she scooped up her water bottle and took an impromptu shower. The water flowed over her face and Heidi immersed herself in it’s cleanliness, rubbing her face, neck and rounded breasts, removing the day’s grime and toil. She felt rivulets of water running down her shoulders and down her back, soaking the back of her trousers. Snapping herself back to reality, she discarded her water bottle and removed her black leather boots and green socks. Unbuckling her belt she slid her trousers down over her smooth, long legs. Now clad just in her panties, she stepped out of her trousers and turned, noticing Karla stood silently behind her.

Heidi ignored her friend’s eyes and pointed at a pile of clothes on the floor, consisting of the blonde clerk‘s shirt and trousers and the brunette‘s socks and boots. No words were needed. Karla laid her weapon and their rucksacks on the floor and began to strip.


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Heidi picked up the brunette’s shirt. It was dusty and parts of the white sergeant’s stripes were tinged orange with dirt from the struggle. Brushing down the material, the East German managed to make it look reasonably acceptable. At least it would make their excuse for being delayed fairly believable. Slipping her right arm into the shirt, Heidi felt the heat of the khaki material burn against her skin. Heidi slipped her left arm into the shirt and pulled it up around her shoulders. She detected a faint smell of perfume on the collar. The shirt would be a tight fit indeed. The brunette had small rounded breasts and Heidi was definitely more well endowed. Heidi noticed a blood stain on the right shirt pocket and cursed silently. “Oh well, more fuel for the story” she mused. She pulled the top button towards it’s loop and cursed. The shirt was too tight. “And this is without a bra…“ Heidi thought to herself. She pulled again and just managed to fasten the button, which sat at an angle. Stretch marks rippled across the front of the shirt, squashing her breasts and sore nipples against her chest. Manipulating the second and third buttons made the material feel as if it would pop open. Heidi breathed in and quickly buttoned up the rest of the shirt. Pulling the shirt down made the material ripple and the gaps in between each button stretched and exposed the edge of her ample breasts. The smallest movement set Heidi’s nipples ablaze.

Bending down and taking great care not to rip her shirt, Heidi picked up the brunette’s discarded trousers and eased her right leg into the khaki material which was thick and rough but definitely softer than the standard FAPLA uniform. The trousers were baking hot from their former owner’s body heat and being left out in the sun and were covered in dust. The coarse material burned Heidi’s legs, and she tensed up as she smoothed the material up against her skin and dusted herself down. The brunette’s trousers were almost a skin tight fit and hugged Heidi’s slender legs. Heidi figured that the brunette had deliberately worn a uniform that was a size smaller, and that she herself had misjudged whether this uniform would fit her. Stepping into the left leg, she gripped the waistband and pulled the trousers all the way up to her crotch, feeling the hot material burning against her womanhood. Sliding the trousers up her slim thighs and over her firm ass, Heidi felt the material tense up, pull tight and go taut and got that sick feeling in her stomach as she realised this would be a very tight fit, if they fit at all. The front of the trousers were pulled very tight across Heidi’s crotch and stretch marks creased the fabric around the tops of her thighs. Heidi suddenly felt insulted and slightly embarrassed. “I’m at the peak of my physical fitness and still have my perfect teenage ballerina’s body, and I find the only South African in Angola who has a better body than I do……….” Heidi thought. She jumped up and pulled the trousers higher up to her waist. The trousers were skin tight and the crotch seams cut into her soft skin. Heidi breathed in, tucked in her shirt and managed to secure the top button on the trousers. She estimated that the trousers were one to two sizes too small for her. Buttoning the fly proved equally problematic, and the buttons were visibly strained.

Slowly bending down, Heidi scooped up one of the blonde girl’s long thick woollen socks, still folded over at the top in the style she had worn them. Heidi extended her leg and put her ballerina’s foot on point. She eased the sock onto her smooth, slender foot and felt her soft skin itch and boil as it came into contact with the hot, thick itchy material. The sock was slightly damp with sweat from their former owner’s feet and Heidi was repulsed slightly, but chased the thoughts from her mind as the necessity of the mission took over. Heidi stretched the sock over her trousers and unfolded it to it‘s full length, pulling it up to her knees in the same style as the brunette had worn. She wiggled her foot and smoothed out the trouser fabric under the woolly sock covering her ankles. Heidi donned the second sock in the same way look down at the skin tight wool and cloth material encasing her legs. She grabbed one of the blonde’s boots. She loosened the laces as far as they would go and gently eased her foot into the boot. The boots, like the rest of her uniform, were a size too small. Heidi struggled and tugged on the top of the boot and forced her foot into the boot. The heel of her sock slipped up her heel and bunched around her ankle. Heidi cursed that she had to wear these thick, hot, sweaty socks, but they were part of the uniform. Sweating profusely, Heidi felt the material of her tight uniform constricting her efforts. Heidi’s foot eventually squeezed into the boot. Her big toe pressed up against the front of the boots. They were uncomfortable but bearable, Heidi decided. Slowly raising her foot and placing it against the tree, she held her breath so as not to rip her shirt and laced up her boot, having to stop several times to get her breath.

Several minutes later and Heidi was pulling up her heavy socks for the last time and checking her dress. She looked herself up and down and winced. The creased, dirty, stretched uniform made her look more like a whore than the uniform’s previous owner had ever done. Heidi sighed and decided to go the extra mile to fit her new image. She undid the knot on the back of her head and let her long, thick dark hair unravel itself and fall around her shoulders. Heidi ran her fingers through her hair until it straightened, and then set about quickly tying her hair into schoolgirl bunches.



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Karla grinned and found great amusement at her friend’s bad luck and obvious discomfort. The former Olympic wrestler had stripped down to a pair of green army issue panties and was buttoning up the blonde’s shirt. The shirt was slightly too big for Karla, even with her powerful athletic muscular build. The blonde had possessed considerably larger breasts than Karla, and thus the shirt fit well in the chest area with room to spare. The shoulders were slightly tight and pulled against her broad, toned muscles, but it was nothing compared to the pain that Heidi was suffering, Karla noted. She enjoyed the fact that she always felt at home in the field and was willing to get her hands dirty, whilst that posh little ballerina girl Heidi with her perfect pale milky complexion always looked uncomfortable and did not function as well when she was covered in dirt and muck. Karla was proud of her physique and viewed her strength and resilience as a badge of honour, a tribute to her hard working class upbringing and military service in the ranks. Heidi often looked down her nose at her friend and sometimes remarked she was rough and unrefined, not exactly traditional Stasi officer material.

The shirt proved no problem for Karla and she quickly moved onto the trousers. Stepping into the garment, Karla sized up the width and guessed they would fit fine. She started to pull the rough material up her perfectly tanned legs. The hot material scorched her skin but Karla ignored the pain and carried on regardless. The trousers were a perfect fit around the waist but too big in the seat and thighs. The material had been stretched to capacity by the chubby thickness of their former owner. Looking down, Karla swore under her breath. The blonde had been several inches shorter than Karla and had obviously had the length of her trousers adjusted to fit. The trousers were clearly too short and lightly brushed Karla‘s lower calves just above her ankles. Karla shimmied the waist of her trousers down as far as they would go, but only gained a couple of inches grace. Heidi smiled as she bunched her hair and stuck out her tongue at her friend, happy that Karla would also have to endure the discomfort of an ill fitting uniform. Karla pulled a face in reply. Picking up one of the brunette’s discarded socks, Heidi decided to improvise. Balling up the sock, she eased it onto her foot and didn’t flinch as her skin came into contact with the sweat-soaked itchy material. It means nothing to me, Karla mused. She wrapped the loose trouser material around her calve and stretched her socks over her trousers until they reached her knees, easily solving her problem. Heidi was clearly displeased. The working classes had triumphed again. Karla beamed at her friend and wiggled her foot. Heidi looked away in disgust.

The brunette’s boots were one size too big for Karla and she had them laced and looking respectable in no time. Karla untied her long, golden blonde hair and began tying it into a smart, formal ponytail. She looked every part the smart professional soldier. Snapping to attention, Karla mockingly saluted her senior colleague. Heidi tried to jokingly return the salute but had to stop halfway as the tightness across her chest and the sound of a strand of cotton snapping prevented her from raising her arm all the way up. Heidi looked like a tramp and she knew it. Karla laughed at her friend’s predicament. Heidi’s electric blue eyes burned with anger and discomfort.

Both girls packed their former uniforms and equipment into their respective rucksacks and picked up their assault rifles. They swept the floor for any trace of their presence, no matter how small or trivial, that could assist a skilled tracker in locating their presence. Heidi accounted for both plastic caps from the used syrettes and replaced them on the needles, clicking them into place and stowing them securely in her rucksack. Checking the ground for a third and final time, both girls shouldered their rucksacks and walked away from the scene. Karla took one last look at the hot, burning sand where she had finally realised her sexuality. The memory would stay with her forever.

The commandos were on their feet and ready to move. Faint, barely audible mewing came from the two subdued South Africans bound to the stretchers and sheathed in layers of canvas and rope. Each stretcher was supported by two strong Angolan commandos. A commando was dispatched to fetch the truck for the two East Germans. Heidi approached the Cuban team leader and nodded in silent appreciation for his team‘s efforts. The dark skinned Cuban officer nodded back and touched the brim of his jungle hat. Neither officer spoke. The Cubans, like the East Germans and the Soviets who trained them, worked in silence. Hot air blew through the rock formation and ran over the skin of the Communists seeking refuge behind it. The solitary vulture still circled overhead, trying to determine if one of these glistening forms below would serve as it’s dinner tonight. The sound of a tired diesel engine straining to summon up it’s strength broke the air behind the trees 100 metres away. The commando was clearly having trouble with the gears. Heidi looked at Karla and mouthed the words “You’re driving”. Karla smirked and silently nodded in acknowledgement.

Heidi felt the tension building in her gut as the noisy, smoke belching green vehicle bounded it’s way across the desert towards them. If there was going to be a time when they would be compromised, it would be now. The other commandos were arranged in an all round defence, weapons ready. The Cuban team leader whispered into his radio’s throat microphone and spoke to his sniper, still in position on the ridge overlooking the road. Heidi heard the soft crackle of static in the Cuban’s earpiece as his soldier gave him a situation report. The Cuban turned to Heidi and smiled, raising a thumb to signal the all clear, and then making an “O” with his thumb and forefinger to confirm that no other vehicles had been along the road in the interim.




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The truck pulled up in front of the team. The commando opened the driver’s door and jumped down, approaching Heidi as the ranking officer present and offering her a hand in getting into the driver’s seat of the vehicle. Heidi declined and pointed to Karla. The commando approached Karla, who smiled and waved him off. The commando offered his hand in protest but Karla brushed him aside and easily hoisted herself into the driver’s seat, muscles rippling. Heidi was not looking forward to climbing into the vehicle. Handing her rucksack and rifle to a commando, she moved around to the passenger side and raised a long, slender leg onto the footplate. Karla smiled from the driver’s seat. Heidi grabbed the door and hoisted herself up, her uniform threatening to tear from her slender figure. Struggling to raise her arms high enough, Heidi felt the tight material digging into her biceps. She let out a splutter in discomfort. The ever helpful commando appeared and grabbed Heidi’s slim calves and lifted her into the cab. Clawing her way into the vehicle, Heidi came to rest on her side on the long passenger seat. Karla could barely contain her laughter. Sweat ran down Heidi’s forehead sticking loose strands of hair to her face. Heidi brought her legs into the vehicle and lay still, breathing heavily. Karla gunned the engine and diesel fumes belched into the clear blue sky. Making short work of the wide steering wheel, Karla negotiated the rock formation and headed for the main road, bidding their comrades and their prisoners a silent goodbye. Heidi bounced and struggled to right herself in her seat. Hauling herself up, she noticed a big plastic bottle of mineral water lodged in the dashboard. She snatched the bottle, wrenched off the cap and sipped the cool, clean, tasteless water. She passed the bottle across to Karla who took her share. Both girls were thrown around in their seats as the truck bounced over the desert floor. As the truck approached the rocky ridgeline which had been their home for the last 24 hours, both girls glanced up at where the sniper laid, silently covering the road. A flash of brilliant reflected sunshine from his signal mirror signalled the final all clear.

He would stay in position until the truck was on the road and safely en route to it’s destination. Then the sniper would rejoin his colleagues at the rock formation, where they faced a 30 mile march on foot, alternating roles between clearing the route ahead, carrying the two prisoners on their stretchers and sharing the extra weight of carrying the East German’s rucksacks and weapons.

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Karla negotiated the slight dip of the ditch and heaved the truck onto the road. Gunning the engine, she turned eastwards and joined the main road. Heidi checked her watch. The entire snatch operation had taken just over 30 minutes. They were just within their allotted time frame. Ample time for two female soldiers to clear a downed tree from the carriageway by themselves. Heidi looked down at the stretch marks on her uniform and wondered about the fate that awaited it’s former owner. The two South African girls were in for at least several days of harsh, brutal interrogation and torture at the hands of Cuban Intelligence. If they survived their ordeal, they would spend the rest of the war in a Communist Angolan prisoner of war camp. It would no doubt be years before they saw their homeland again. The diesel engine roared. Heidi was suddenly overcome with an immense feeling of tiredness, guilt and sadness that hit her hard and washed over her, consuming her and choking her in her seat. She glanced across at Karla, wrestling with the steering wheel, concentrating on her driving and the mission. Heidi flopped back in her seat, drained, her head cushioned by the head rest. Her neck, nipples and lips burned with immense pain. She tried to steel her nerves and told herself to set an example in front of her junior ranking friend. She was a Captain and in charge of this operation. But in her mind, she kept seeing the brunette’s eyes bulging from her sockets as Karla choked the life from her body. The girl never stood a chance. She ran her hand over the girl’s dried blood on her shirt pocket. The sounds of the fight replayed in her mind like a record, and she heard the brunette gurgling and the sobbing of the blonde girl as she cried hysterically, awaiting her equally brutal fate. What had she done? She had condemned two innocent girls like herself to a life of hardship if not certain death. Heidi turned her head away from Karla and looked out of the passenger window, just in time for the first tear to roll down her cheek. "But I am not an innocent. I am a murderer. I kill and I hear the screams of innocents and bare their blood on my hands." The voice of Heidi’s conscience boomed inside her head. The desert flashed by, a mix of orange, yellow, red, brown and green. Heidi suppressed the urge to weep uncontrollably. She closed her eyes and feigned sleep, hoping Karla would not notice, but her friend was too absorbed in controlling the truck to notice Heidi’s situation.

Heidi closed her eyes and felt the wetness of the tears against her eyelashes. Opening her eyes briefly, she brushed at them with the back of her hand, hoping to wipe any tears from view. The tears stopped but the sense of shock and horror remained. Heidi blinked again. The last thing she saw before sleep consumed her was a brilliant white sign passing by her window. Her eyes fluttered and began to close as her brain struggled to comprehend the maroon writing.

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DIONYSUS: Prairie Fire, Chapter 3 - One Down

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The bright sunshine reflected off the barrel of the FN MAG machine gun and threatened to blind Heidi’s vision. Shielding her eyes with her left hand, she squinted and tried to block out the blinding light as she concentrated on dealing with the South African soldier stood at the passenger side window of the truck. In her peripheral vision, she could see a second soldier with his FN FAL rifle partially raised in the shoulder, stood back from the truck and providing cover for his colleague. The glinting machine gun barrel was levelled directly at Karla’s head. It’s operator was crouched over the weapon inside a sandbagged bunker next to the entrance to the barracks. A heavy red and white striped wooden barrier blocked the route into Lancer Barracks. A large South African flag fluttered wildy in the breeze overhead.

“But I thought Francine……err, Sergeant Koch, would be making this run today. She told me herself last night”.

The young blonde haired soldier continued to argue with Heidi. He had refused the two East Germans access to the base and had pulled their truck into an inspection layby alongside the main road into the gate. Orange sand blew lightly at waist height, occasionally thickening and forming clouds as other vehicles came and went from the gateway. Beyond the gateway, the large military barracks lay shimmering in the heat rising up from the desert. The base was sprawled across a large expanse of barren land, stretching out across the flat terrain and up the side of a large sloping hill.

Heidi bit her tongue inside her mouth as she stifled her growing temper and tried to remain in character. Continuing to shield her eyes from the sun’s rays, she twisted in her seat towards the window. From behind her, bangs and shouts eminated from the other South African soldiers searching through the cargo in the back of the truck. The stolen uniform shirt she wore was so restrictive that it had started to make her overheat and sweat. Heidi had undone the top button on the journey to the barracks, partially exposing her glistening cleavage, which the young South African soldier was now noticing.

“Sweetheart………..” Heidi purred, pushing her breasts out so they bulged towards the young man. “Franny told me she couldn’t make it today. I was taking an ice cold shower alone in the washroom this morning after a hot sweaty night in the bush, when she came in to join me and desperately begged me to take her place………….”

The young soldier gulped, struggling to maintain his serious composure. Beads of sweat began to form on his top lip.

“But….but she said…….her name is on the list…..” he protested, raising his clipboard.

Heidi cut him off before he could finish his sentence, her right finger twirling one of the bunches in her hair suggestively.

“I was naked, covered in foamy soap, trying to wash myself….. Heidi winked. “When she practically begged me to do her run today. She was soooooooo ill……!” she ****ed her head to the side and smiled sweetly at the young soldier.

The soldier’s eyes were bulging and Heidi noticed bulges beginning to form in other areas too. The second soldier had slightly lowered his rifle and had moved a couple of steps closer, as if trying to eavesdrop on the conversation. These two were clearly “customers” of the feisty brunette supply sergeant, Heidi mused.

“And poooooor Franny just begged me to take her place on the supply run as she was feeling so poorly…..she made me promise not to tell anyone as she knew she would be in trouble…..she had a, err, sudden embarrassing lady problem……and she didn‘t want anyone to know……..”

Heidi had partially leaned out of the cab, her breasts squeezed together, barely contained by the tight shirt she wore. The young soldier ‘s horny gaze was lost in Heidi’s large, round electric blue eyes.

“She said she’d come down with the most terrible itch…..you know…..down below…..” Heidi coughed for dramatic effect and glanced down at the soldier’s bulging crotch, before looking him in the eye, pursing her lips and winking again. “She didn’t want anyone to know as she knew she‘d be in trouble……it came on very suddenly, you see……” Heidi let her voice tail off suggestively.

The soldier paused and the look in his bulging eyes started to change from ecstasy to a mix of embarrassment and fear. The colour began to drain from his face. He quickly wiped the sweat from his top lip.

“Franny won’t be around for a while so you’d better get used to seeing me, honey. I’m sure we’ll be seeing a lot of each other in the future……….but get yourself to the medical centre first, sweetheart.“ Heidi cooed softly in her best Afrikaans.

“Well…….I’m….I’m sure I will…” stammered the soldier, who was clearly agitated and by now sweating heavily through his uniform shirt. “Sign here…at the bottom…do you know where you’re going??”

The soldier hurriedly passed Heidi a clipboard and returned the two forged South African military identification cards that had been provided by Cuban Intelligence. Heidi smirked at her own pristine picture on the identity card, bearing the name Sergeant Anna Van de Merwe. Karla had been given the alias of Private Gerty Vermaak, and hated it accordingly. Heidi feigned flipping the first sheet of the paper back by mistake, so she could glance at the names on the next page. The soldier quickly corrected her and she fumbled an apology, quickly scrawling her alias and Karla’s alias on the signing in sheet and handing it back to the soldier. Banging on the side of the truck, he ordered his men to get out. The loud sound of scuffling and boots hitting the earth came from the rear of the truck as the search team exited the vehicle. The soldier motioned to the guard on the gate, who raised the barrier.

“Well sweetheart……looks like I’ll be seeing you around…….and please don‘t tell anyone about poor Franny calling in sick……I‘ll tell her you were super nice and I‘m sure she‘ll reward you for covering for her…..as will I…..” Heidi winked seductively at the soldier. She tapped Karla’s left thigh with her right hand, which was the prearranged signal. Karla started the truck’s engine and the whole vehicle shuddered and vibrated as the air filled with acrid diesel smoke.

“Where will you be staying on the base?? Tell me your unit’s address so I can write to you….please” he protested.

Heidi quickly glanced around to see if any officers were present. Seeing none, she leaned out of the cab window and placed one hand softly on the side of the soldier’s rough, unshaven face. Pausing for romantic effect, she eased his face forward until it was inches for her own, and then passionately and deeply kissed him several times, pulling back just as he started to grunt with pleasure.

“Don’t worry about me…….I’ll find you.” Heidi purred and blew the soldier a kiss.

Karla gunned the engine and the truck shuddered forward, sending a cloud of dust into the air as she swung the wide steering wheel to the right and guided the truck through the gate. Heidi glanced in the rear view mirror at her soldier boy as he stared longingly at the departing truck, struggling to comprehend what had just happened to him. Heidi took a swig of water to cleanse her lips. Karla grimaced and mounted a silent protest in disapproval of her friend’s classless, but necessary, actions. “And she is supposed to be the refined, prim, respectable Stasi officer…….” Karla sighed to herself.



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Heidi sat back in the seat and rubbed the sunburn on the back of her neck. The emotionally draining journey combined with the stress and fear of being detained at the base’s entrance had left her in need of some light relief, and now her spirits soared as a result. Sensing Karla’s stony looks, Heidi patted her friend on the thigh and smiled. Karla ignored her and concentrated on her driving. The truck negotiated the numerous khaki-clad soldiers and the narrow dusty roads of the base as the two East Germans headed towards the supply depot on the far side of the barracks.

Heidi pulled down the rim of her khaki jungle hat for the tenth time as the blazing sunlight threatened to blind her yet again. Leaving the truck at the supply depot to be unloaded, both girls had made an excuse about needing breakfast and had set off in search of the mess hall. There was a queue at the supply depot and as a result they now had a four hour window before they were due back to collect their truck. The girls had found two discarded jungle hats in the truck’s cab, which had belonged to the two South African supply clerks. Heidi felt the crotch seam of her trousers digging tightly into her flesh, and was suitably suffering with every step and every breath she took. The two girls walked past numerous identical rows of burnt orange single story wooden huts, housing the hundreds, if not thousands, of soldiers stationed at Lancer Barracks. Both girls hurriedly saluted a passing male officer, who stared disapprovingly down his nose at the state of Heidi’s shrivelled and creased uniform. Heidi shielded her eyes from the sun and and wiped the sweat from her forehead as she kept the large white water tower in sight. The enormous white cylindrical structure clawed skywards, towering over the squat buildings of the base and the dusty expanse of the desert around it.

As they headed down the main road, the girls came to a crossroads with a large wooden street sign on it, arms branching out in all directions. Both girl’s stood in faux conversation, as if lost and trying to figure out their location. Staring up at the sign, both girls noticed the short, deep horizontal notch cut in the wood of the sign, joining the bottom of the letters “M” and “E” in the word MESS HALL. The notch was a pre-arranged “dead drop” signal and had been made in the early hours of the morning by one of the many Cuban Intelligence agents working undercover as janitorial staff at the base. The notch ensured they were in the right place, and a second pre-arranged signal would be found nearby. Heidi, hand raised flat across her forehead as if shielding her eyes and looking into the distance, slowly turned round and glanced back the way they had came, her eyes nonchalantly sweeping the base of the building closest to them, several feet from where they stood. Heidi’s gut twisted itself in knots and she started to feel sick as her eyes noticed the two pieces of discarded orange peel on the floor next to the building’s water pipe. The ill feeling began to rise in stomach, mixed with anger and frustration. She struggled to mask her disgust and keep up her casual poker face. Two pieces of discarded orange peel meant that the Cuban agents working in the base’s laundry section had been unsuccessful in amassing enough stolen pieces of uniform for the two Stasi operatives to disguise themselves as South African military officers. One or two discarded apple cores would have signalled one or two complete uniforms, the various components accidentally “lost“ by the cleaners whilst in the process of being washed.

Prior to the operation, Cuban Intelligence had tasked their agents in the laundry section with amassing a database of the clothing sizes of all the female officers serving on the base. Once this had been accomplished, Cuban Intelligence compared the sizes of these women against those of Heidi and Karla. Once a shortlist of potential suspects with perfect fitting uniforms had been established, the undercover Cuban agents had been tasked with discovering the duties and shift rosters of these women and where they lived and worked at the base. As the women brought their laundry into the base laundry section to be washed, the Cuban agents had tried to accidentally lose various bits of uniform over time to build up a complete set for Heidi and Karla. This operation had failed as several of the victims mounted angry protests to the base management who searched high and low for the missing articles, until the Cuban agents decided this venture risked them exposing their cover and managed to “find” the majority of the missing items. The day before Heidi and Karla‘s arrival, a last ditch attempt had been made by a Cuban agent to round up the missing pieces. Working as a cleaner, she had access to the master keys which opened all of the accommodation blocks and all the rooms contained within them across the sprawling base. She had already provided Cuban Intelligence with rubber imprints of the master keys so that copies could be cut and supplied to Heidi and Karla. The cleaner had used her master key to enter a female officer’s room and steal a pair of the officer’s shoes, but had been discovered in the process. The agent had made an excuse about being poor and wanting to try on a pair of real shoes, and begged the kind hearted, naïve young South African officer not to turn her in. The South African had relented and had not reported the incident, but had taken her shoes back.

A young, attractive black Cuban agent had started a romantic relationship with a soldier on the main gate of the base, and had paid him a secret visit during his lonely night shift, hours before the East German’s arrival. Whilst he was entertaining her, she had managed to distract him long enough to quickly sign two forged signatures and a vehicle registration number onto the signing in sheet. She had perfected the art of forging the false signatures of Captain Rebekah Louw and Captain Yvette Korff, the fake cover identities of the two South African Military Officers that Heidi and Karla would use to gain access to the high security inner compound. The agents had also secured a spare double room in one of the accommodation blocks in the names of the two “visitors”, together with a spare jeep from the base motor pool whose registration number had been written on the signing in sheet, to complete the illusion and provide the perfect cover story. There had since been a change of guard shifts at the barracks at 0600hrs and all soldiers with knowledge of the night’s security activities were now sleeping soundly in their beds. As far as the daytime guard shift were aware, two female officers had arrived just after midnight to hand deliver top secret paperwork the next day. They had signed in at the main gate and gone to sleep in the visitor accommodation barracks for the night. Heidi had checked the signing in sheet at the gate during her encounter with the young soldier and had noted that the two cover names had been signed in on the previous page. The South Africans remained oblivious to the deep penetration of Lancer Barracks by Cuban Intelligence.



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Karla stepped into the low, L-shaped wooden building serving as the base’s janitorial services headquarters. A large ceiling fan hummed and whirred above her head, complemented by more fans mounted on desks, whirring back and forth in a never ending patrol cycle. The cool breeze lapped against Karla’s glistening tanned skin. To the East German, it felt like pure ecstasy. She enjoyed warm weather, but this was a temporary reprieve from the stifling desert heat, and a little reminder of the cooler climate back home in East Berlin. She paused for several seconds, savouring the coolness, and suppressed a smile as she thought of Heidi, who had volunteered to remain outside on watch, in the mistaken belief that the building would be roasting hot inside. Karla smirked at the continuing misfortune of her pale skinned, hot blooded friend, who hardly felt the deep penetrating cold of winter but who suffered and burned terribly in the slightest heat. She was clearly built for the drab grey weather of East Germany, Karla mused.

The building was seemingly deserted. Karla walked past the empty receptionist’s station and called out twice in her best Afrikaans as she crept down the corridor. A rotund, black male face peered around a door halfway down the corridor. Karla steeled herself as she prepared to put their contingency plan into action.

“I have a problem with the plumbing of the radiator in my room!” Karla announced to the man as she walked down the corridor towards him. “It has leaked all over my spare uniform. It’s ruined and I need it cleaned for a parade later! Can you fix it please? It‘s block 212, room 4.”

The man stepped out of the doorway to confront Karla. He was a short, fat, dark black skinned man in his forties, according to Karla’s best estimates. He had a round, friendly face and wore the brown denim overalls of a maintenance worker. He listened intently to every word as Karla spoke, making sure every word of her code phrase matched the exact wording that he was expecting. He eyed Karla up and down carefully.

“I can’t do it right now, I have a serious leak to deal with in block 316. The other plumber is on the night shift and will not arrive until 1900hrs. If you return then, you will find him in the janitor’s cupboard, third door on the right down that corridor” the man pointed down an adjacent corridor stretching away to the right from where he stood.

“Thank you, I will leave him a note.” Karla said quietly, smiling happily at the man in confirmation that she had received his correctly worded reply. “You’ve been very helpful.”

“I’m going on my rounds soon. I’ll be some time. When you come back later, use the back door. There won‘t be anyone in the building for the rest of the day. If anyone turns up in the meantime, please tell them we‘re closed.” The man replied. Karla smiled in acknowledgement. He gave Karla another look over and retreated into his office, shutting the door behind him.

Karla walked past the office, turned right into the second corridor and found the janitor’s cupboard. Knocking on the thick wooden door, she opened it and peered cautiously around it’s edges, just in case. The small cupboard was crammed full of cleaning equipment and stank of furniture polish and chemical cleaning disinfectant. Karla glided around a dirty old mop and bucket and approached a rusty old metal locker in the corner. Using her strong arms, she edged the locker away from the wall with ease and knelt down. Removing part of a floorboard under where the locker had stood, Karla retrieved a sandbag from under the floor and unravelled it. Reaching inside, she found two olive green South African Army emergency morphine syrettes and four clickable metal ball point pens, two of which were all silver in colour, whilst the other two were coloured silver and black. Also in the bag were a pair of South African issue black framed glasses, a pair of Aviator sunglasses, two leather wallets containing fake identity papers, four silver master door keys, a small brown bottle and two large wads of cotton wool. Stuffing a pair of glasses, a wad of cotton wool and a syrette into each of the two side cargo pockets on her trousers, Karla followed up by slipping the pens and keys into her shirt pockets. She unscrewed the cap of the bottle and hesitantly sniffed the plain, colourless liquid within. She immediately withdrew as her nose repulsed at the familiar sweet, sickly smell of chloroform. The chloroform had gradually been siphoned from large medical bottles in the base pharmacy over the last month in small, unnoticeable quantities by Cuban agents working on their cleaning rounds. Karla tucked the bottle and identity wallets into her hip pockets. The syrettes and silver coloured ball point pens had been specially developed by Stasi scientists and contained both large and small doses of the Peaceful Bliss sedative respectively. The black and silver pens contained lethal doses of the poison ricin. They had been passed to the agents by their Cuban handlers and then smuggled onto the base. As she walked past the man’s office, Karla heard broken glimpses of a telephone conversation coming from within.

“…….package for you Ma‘am………it says urgent………collect……..closed rest of the day”

[esercito sconfitto]

Heidi leant up against the wall outside, pressing her slender body tightly across the hot wooden surface of the building, trying in vain to stay under the thin strip of shade provided by the overhanging edge of the building. This had definitely been a good idea, she decided. It would be baking hot inside the building. However her perfectly toned body and her ill fitting, skin tight uniform meant she was attracting far too much attention from every single male soldier who walked past her. Her shirt was at bursting point, and she had undone another button, exposing more tempting, ample milky cleavage to the male population of the base. She had already been propositioned twice in the short time she had been stood there. Dust swirled and formed choking clouds every time a truck or jeep drove by forcing Heidi to turn and cough loudly. She hated the desert and hated the heat, she decided. An East Berlin autumn was definitely her favoured climate. The door to her right burst open and Heidi lept up. Karla peered around the door, smiling broadly from ear to ear.


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“Hello me old china!” Karla beamed in a deep Afrikaans accent, as she opened the door to the building as far as it would go. “You’re just missing a red light above your head and you’ll be ready to open for business!“

Heidi’s brow furrowed in confusion and annoyance as she raised her right eyebrow sharply and stared daggers at her friend‘s unusually happy demeanour. Then the cool air conditioned breeze hit her square in the face. Heidi felt the ice cold air soothing her burnt skin and cooling her cheeks. She opened her mouth and felt the luscious cool air on her dry cracked lips as it’s calming waves ran into her mouth and over her tongue. For second, Heidi was lost in peaceful bliss. She was in ice cold heaven.

Karla deliberately slammed the door shut forcing Heidi to snap out of her dream. Heidi glared in anger at her understudy, her blue eyes burning with hatred from within her narrowed eyelids. Karla could barely contain her laughter at tormenting her friend and mentor but kept up her game face and stayed in character.

“They can’t fix it until later on……he said come back at 1900hrs.” she said, running the fingers of her right hand through her hair and tugging on her ponytail.

Heidi nodded in acknowledgement of the pre-determined signal that the dead drop pickup had gone to plan. Both girls turned and walked away, heading to a water drinking station a couple of buildings down.

Karla gulped down the ice cold water from the water fountain. She looked up from the metal basin to see Heidi fending off the advances of yet another sex-starved South African soldier. Her friend was stood leant against a wall with her feet and legs crossed, twirling her bunches again, Karla noted wearily. She clearly loves the attention, Karla thought to herself. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the black maintenance man shuffling slowly towards them, hunched over, weighed down by a heavy metal toolbox on the end of each arm.

“Private Vermaak” the man said cheerfully. “I have called out the emergency plumber to help you. He will be here in ten minutes. Please tell him I have left him a package on my desk and that there are additional supplies in the locker”.

The words resonated through Karla’s consciousness. Heidi was twirling her hair and flirting with a soldier. She paused mid-twirl as she, too, heard the coded signal. As soon as Karla had arrived at the maintenance block and verified herself, the man had begun telephoning numbers on a list of potential victims whose uniforms would fit the Stasi officers. None of the victims would be working their shifts and so would be able to attend at short notice. They would also not be missed for the rest of the day. As soon as he had one suitable victim en route to the maintenance building, he had locked up the premises and left.

“Thank you so much!!” Karla beamed. “Please can we wait in your office until he arrives?”

“Of course, make yourselves at home. Just don’t make a mess. There isn’t a cleaner on for the rest of the day.” he said in a serious tone, wagging his finger at Karla like an overbearing father. He gazed at Karla and the East German felt the genuine kindness radiating from his large, friendly eyes. He shuffled off into the dust, sweating heavily, lugging his heavy toolboxes in the choking heat.

Heidi excused herself from the young male soldier trying to court her attention, making yet another promise of a follow up date that she would not keep. Both girls crossed the road and walked around the back of the maintenance building. Trying to act as nonchalantly as possible, Karla slipped her hand into her shirt pocket and removed a master key. The key was a perfect fit and the door swung open. Both girls entered the building and Heidi was immediately overwhelmed as the cool air conditioning did it’s job. She stood perfectly still, head raised back, eyes closed, letting the cool breeze run over her. Karla looked at her friend and for a second saw her friend at her most vulnerable, as a normal human being, affected by her environment and basic human needs. Heidi’s eyes were closed tight and her mouth was open, savouring the soothing air. Then, she slowly lowered her head and her eyelids sprang open, exposing the burning blue electricity in her eyes. Her expression changed to stone as she transformed back into a cold, calculating automaton, perfectly focused on the mission. Karla always found this trait of Heidi’s to be very admirable, but also very worrying. Karla had always wondered what would happen if, one day, Heidi was stuck in one mode, be it human or robot and unable to transform at will into the other side of her personality. Karla had observed Heidi’s subdued tears in the truck during the drive to the base, and was genuinely concerned for her friend and mentor’s emotional state. But she could not bring herself to question her friend now, during the middle of a mission. The mission always came first. It would have to wait.

Both girls fanned out, checking every room in the building. The building was empty. Heidi found a deserted storage room full of metal racking and supply boxes at the far end of the corridor. Karla returned to the janitor’s closet. She searched the rusty metal locker and found numerous coils of nylon washing line cord inside, together with packs of wash clothes and dish rags. Retrieving several coils of nylon cord and two packs of rags, Karla took them down to the storage room and hid them amongst some boxes. Glancing at the clock on the wall in the corridor, both girls estimated they had only 4 minutes to go until their victim arrived.

Heidi sat at the receptionists desk in the entrance to the building, basking in the relief provided by the big ceiling fan above her head. This was absolute bliss, she thought to herself. She had stopped sweating and her clothing had dried out. Leaning back on the comfortable soft office chair, she took a sip of ice cold drinking water and read through some memos which had been left unread on the desk. It appeared Warrant Officer Prendergaust had expressed displeasure at a recent repair to his en suite bathroom and wished to complain about the janitor‘s allegedly sloppy work. Heidi chuckled to herself. The Warrant Officer would be lucky to have an en suite bathroom at all in the National People’s Army of East Germany. Such extravagant pleasures made the bloated soldiers of western nations soft and dependent on luxuries, Heidi thought to herself. That is why we will ultimately triumph over the fascist western capitalists.




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A shuffling noise and a shadow blacking out the bright sunlight piercing through the wire mesh on the door frame grabbed Heidi’s attention. She straightened up in her seat, composed herself and tried to look the efficient, professional receptionist. Through the wire mesh covering the plexiglass in the door frame, Heidi could make out a cap, a woman’s face and a long, flowing uniform. The door started to swing open and a Heidi looked down at the floor to see a shiny, well polished brown lace up shoe edge through the widening gap. Heidi’s eyes followed the slender leg of it’s owner, who she surmised was clearly wearing soft, flesh coloured stockings. The woman had perfectly toned, long legs, very similar to Heidi’s own. The hem of her flowing uniform dress started just below her knees. Heidi took in the woman’s slim, slender physique, narrow waist and gentle, sloped shoulders and guessed that this woman’s uniform was intended for her. The woman was wearing a one piece, light tan coloured summer uniform dress with short sleeves. The dress fastened up at the front. Shiny brass buttons ran up the length of the dress, stopping just below the woman’s throat. The dress was a perfect fit and complemented it’s owner’s slim, long body perfectly. A dark green stable belt fastened with a silver metal clasp buckle pulled the dress in at the waist, accentuating the woman’s narrow waistline and slender hips. Heidi noted that the buckle bore the symbol of the Military Intelligence Corps. The woman clearly had small breasts but the belt cinched her dress in just enough to make them look slightly bigger than they really were, Heidi mused. Her lapels bore the brass insignia of the Intelligence Corps and her shoulder epaulettes displayed the rank of Captain. The woman approached the receptionist’s desk and Heidi looked up at her face. She had a soft, natural tanned complexion and a elongated, thin neck. Her face was long, slender and tanned with small, thin lips and an elongated nose with large nostrils. She wore round spectacles which concealed her piercing green and grey eyes. She had long, natural, mousey brown hair and wore it pulled back into a bun on the back of her head, under a brown officer’s cap bearing the Intelligence Corps cap badge. She wore an icy air of authority and seriousness which offset her natural beauty. She appeared to be in her twenties or early thirties. Heidi mused that if the air conditioning had not been working, this woman would still have lowered the temperature in the room by a few degrees.

The woman approached the reception desk and stared at Heidi impatiently. An awkward silence hung in the air.

“Can I help you Ma‘am?” Heidi beamed happily, the image of a model receptionist.

The Captain leaned forward, her upper lip curling in revulsion as her eyes scanned over Heidi’s non-regulation bunches, her open, ill-fitting shirt and exposed cleavage. Heidi kept up her friendly smile, beaming perfect, white teeth at the South African officer scrutinising her appearance.

“STAND UP AND SALUTE!” barked the officer, the arteries on the side of her neck pulsating with anger.

Heidi shot up out of her seat and snapped to attention. She raised her right arm to salute and felt the tightness of her uniform pinch and bite into her flesh. Heidi tried to hold the salute as long as she could, but she could not hide her visible discomfort. Her shirt was at bursting point and the cold air of the air conditioning ensured that her nipples were visibly standing at attention too.

“Hold that position!” ordered the Captain. She circled around the receptionists desk and slowly circled behind Heidi , taking in the appalling state of her uniform.

“You are disgusting, the worst example of a sergeant I have ever seen! You are a disgrace to the South African Army!” The woman hissed, leaning close to Heidi’s left ear as she unleashed her venomous attack. “Do I even need to remind you how many uniform infractions you are committing round now? You look like a cheap whore” she sneered at Heidi.

Heidi struggled to keep up the salute and was sure she could feel the tight seam of her shirt sleeve cutting off the circulation to her right arm. She tottered unsteadily on her feet.


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“Your hair is disgusting. None-regulation hair style, one infraction. Having your top two buttons undone. Another two infractions. Dirty uniform. One infraction per garment. Dirty rank insignia, one infraction per badge.”

Heidi winced and cowered as she struggled to keep at attention. She could feel pins and needles in her right arm and both of her feet.

“Jesus Sergeant, what are you thinking of with those socks? THEY ARE NOT STOCKINGS! Socks are to be worn UNDER the uniform not over it. Another two infractions.”

The Captain leaned closer and sniffed the air, her large nostrils flaring.

“And you really need to take a shower!” Another infraction. What is your name? Who is your commanding officer? I want his name!” she barked.

“Yes Ma’am! My name is Sergeant Anna Van de Merwe. 52nd Supply Regiment. My CO is Warrant Officer Gaston!” Anna replied curtly, barely able to control her temper and remain in character.

“Rest assured he will hear about the despicable excuse for a sergeant that he has under his command. You have not heard the last of this! She shouted. “And just WHAT are you doing here today? This is not a duty for a supply sergeant. What are your orders? The Captain ordered.

“Ma’am I was asked to fill in due to short staffing by my personnel officer, Ma’am. Lieutenant Schimdt ordered me.”

The officer stood back, her face contorted in anger from her abusive tirade. She pulled down her dress slightly and adjusted her stable belt.

“The last thing I needed on my one rest day was to be disturbed and asked to collect a package from here because your incompetent Supply Corps can’t deliver things properly!” she hissed, poking Heidi in the chest with a bony finger, her lips inches from Heidi’s own. Heidi felt the tip of the woman’s perfectly manicured nail prick her soft cleavage. Heidi could see the rage burning in the woman’s eyes and even the pores of her skin at this distance. “Now where is my package? She barked.

Heidi lowered her arm and felt the blood surging back into it. “Can I take your name please Ma’am?”

“Captain Amanda Nethercott.” the woman spat. Heidi detected a hint of educated British or Rhodesian ancestry in the woman‘s accent.

“Right this way Ma’am” Heidi replied cheerfully.

Leading the officer down the corridor to the maintenance man’s office, Heidi could hear the clip-clopping of the woman’s heeled shoes on the lino of the floor behind her. Heidi peered around the door into the office.

“Hmmm it’s not here. Perhaps Andre put it in the storage room” Heidi mused out loud, acting confused. “It’s just down here Ma’am” she said playfully, and walked down the corridor towards the storage room at the end.

Heidi reached the door and put one hand on the door handle. Turning round, she saw the Captain had not followed her. The Captain stood outside the office with her hands on her narrow hips.

“Can you help me please, Ma’am? It’ll be quicker if we both look. I don’t want to delay you any further but I don’t know where Andre’s put it……” she pleaded.

The Captain sighed and rolled her eyes. She marched down the corridor, the quick steps of her heeled shoes sounding like machine gun fire on the polished floor.

“Follow me” Heidi said out loud. The Captain looked down her hose and flashed Heidi a quizzical look. Heidi smiled back.

Heidi opened the door inwards and to the right and stepped inside the windowless room, moving past the racking in the centre of the room. The door stayed open. The Captain stood in the doorway, looking around.

“I’ll check down this side. Can you check the row to your left? Heidi asked politely.

The Captain sighed, entered the room and turned to her left.

Karla extended her left arm and gave the door a soft push with the back of her hand, ensuring it gained just enough momentum to close under its own steam. Emerging from her cover in the corner of the room, Karla placed her left heel softly on the floor and put all her weight down onto it, and then shifted the weight onto the ball of her foot. The Captain stood several feet in front of her, hands on her hips, scanning the supply racks. Karla repeated the motion with right foot as she crept up behind the woman. Karla could see the woman’s curvy, slender ass and narrow waist and her long, thin neck with the enormous bun of hair on the back of her head. She locked her eyes on the woman’s head. Karla planted her left foot down again and stooped down low behind the woman, taking small, soft breaths so the woman would not near her. Karla was inches behind the woman now, and could smell her soft, clean scent.

Karla raised herself to her full height and turned to her right, raising her right leg, arching it at the knee. She slammed her right foot down hard with all her strength and planted it squarely into the back of the woman’s leg. The woman yelped in pain and lost her balance, stumbling down and to the right. Karla levelled her right forearm at waist height and made a fist. Drawing her arm back, she rotated her fist until it was palm-upwards. Summoning forth all the power in her body, she slammed her fist up and into the Captain’s right kidney in a brutal uppercut. Simultaneously, she swung her left arm forward in a single powerful motion and struck the side of the Captain’s long neck with her left forearm, directly on the woman‘s carotid artery. Both blows were delivered at the same precise second and the result was devastating. The Captain grunted and started to crumple to the floor, her right leg giving way and her head swaying atop her long neck like a flag in the breeze. Her cap remained in place on her head.

In one fluid motion, Karla drew her left arm back and clamped the large, thick pad of chloroformed-soaked cotton wool in her left hand over the woman’s mouth and nose, whilst slipping her right forearm up under the woman’s armpit and over her shoulder, trapping the Captain’s right arm in between Karla’s bulging bicep and forearm. The woman squealed loudly and flailed her bony arms but was almost semi-conscious from the two rapid, powerful blows she had sustained to her neck and kidneys. She started to scream, her shrill cries for help muffled by the thick cotton wool pad held over her face. Karla had the pad clamped down tight, her powerful hand stretched out across the woman’s thin face. Karla pinched the woman’s big nose between her thumb and forefinger, preventing any air from getting in over the top of the pad. The woman was losing her balance and tried to stagger forward. Karla snaked the tip of her left forefinger over the top of the woman’s glasses and jammed it into the woman’s right eye. The Captain shrieked as her world exploded in pain and her vision cascaded into a series of bright lights and wild, colourful shapes which danced before her eyes. Her vision was now fully blocked by the rim of her cap and the top of the large square pad which completely covered her face. Unable to see, she thrashed around blindly with long arms outstretched, bony fingers clawing desperately outwards, trying to grab the racking and regain her strength to fight off her attacker.

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“MMMMMPPPPPPHHHHHHHHH!!!! MMMMMPPPPPPPHHHHHHHH!!!! The woman squealed and moaned loudly as the drug started to take effect.

Heidi dashed back around the corner of the racking to see Karla bent over backwards, trying to restrain the mass of spidery limbs wriggling in her arms. Karla had her head turned far over her right shoulder, trying to suck in clean air and avoid the noxious fumes filling the air in front of her. Heidi charged forward. The Captain was making a muted, high pitched squealing. Heidi could not see any of the Captain’s sharp facial features. Her head was pressed back against Karla’s chest and her cap had tilted forward, the brim of it’s visor working with the large chloroform pad to send the woman’s world plunging into darkness. Heidi reached out and clamped her left hand onto the woman’s right forearm and quickly took it under control. The woman kicked out with right foot and connected with one of Heidi’s shins. Heidi repulsed slightly in pain, and moved her left leg forward between the woman’s legs, forcing the Captain to widen her stance and lose her balance, rending her right leg harmless.

Summoning up all her pent up anger and hatred of this vile woman, Heidi swung her right arm back and brought it forward with all the strength she could muster, planting her right fist squarely into the woman’s solar plexus above her glistening belt buckle. Driving her fist home, Heidi felt the edge of the woman’s breastbone against the top of her fist as she drove it deep into the woman’s body. The blow was so strong that it caught Karla off guard and knocked her backwards.

“ MMMMPPPPHHHOOOOOOOFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!!!“The woman wretched and gasped as all the air was forced out of her lungs. Her legs buckled and started to give way.

Heidi felt sheer, uncontrolled rage surging deep from within her. Twisting her body at her waist and raising her right fist back at shoulder height, she drew on all her combined strength and launched a devastating punch at her victim. Karla saw her friend attacking at a high level and clamped her left hand down harder, stretching the woman’s head back at full tilt and exposing her soft neck.

The woman emitted a shrill scream that was cut off halfway as Heidi’s fist impacted squarely on the centre of her slender, exposed windpipe. Heidi drove the punch home with all the strength in her body, as she if was trying to reach through the woman’s long, thin neck and rip out her spinal column. The woman wretched hard as she fought for breath against the onslaught. The woman began to make a series of short, panting cries as she struggled to regain her breath and sucked in the nauseous toxic fumes deep into her lungs. Heidi withdrew and followed up with two more rapid strikes to the woman’s soft stomach. The woman made short, rapid, rasping breaths as each gasp of air she took filled her lungs with chloroform. Taking a step backwards, Heidi twisted her body to the left and swung her long left leg sideways at waist height, her left shin connecting squarely with the femoral artery running down the outside of the woman’s right thigh.

The woman squealed mutely in pain as lost all of the strength in her body and collapsed. Karla crouched slightly with her legs pressed together and caught the woman’s back on the tops of her thighs. The woman’s right leg had lost all of it’s strength and started to fold underneath her body. Karla lowered the woman to the floor, keeping the chloroform soaked cotton wool pad clamped firmly over the woman’s face in a rigid anaesthetists grip. The woman’s left leg splayed out a forty five degree angle, as she kicked her heel in the floor, trying in vain to regain some strength to stand up. She had sat down on her right leg, which had folded beneath her. The woman’s right arm was raised up in the air at a sharp angle, but her wrist hung limply towards the floor. Karla knelt down, supporting the woman’s body. Her left arm flopped around, trying to claw at Karla’s forearm. Heidi noticed bright red scratch marks running down Karla’s left forearm and marvelled at her friend’s toughness.

The woman was now sat on the floor in Karla’s lap, making muted moans and squeals as she succumbed to the chloroform. Her head swayed from side to side, bobbing atop her long neck. She was still wearing her cap and Heidi decided to leave it in place, blinding the woman. Heidi grabbed both of the woman’s wrists and pressed them together tightly into the woman’s chest as she tried to restrain both the Captain’s limbs and the woman’s breathing. Heidi turned her head to the side as she realised she had inhaled too much of the chloroform herself and had started to feel slightly nauseous.

“Maybe this will help you calm down” Heidi hissed through gritted teeth. Her insult was met with quiet, muted moans. The woman’s head swayed left and right but began to slow. Karla kept up the pressure and tightened her grip even further , the thick cotton wool bulging from between her fingers.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM………………” moaned the woman. Her left leg, bent at the knee, fumbled as she tried to place her left foot flat on the floor. She tried several more times and her foot gave way. Her left leg landed flat on the floor and her foot swayed from side to side.

“MMMMMMPPPPPPHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM…..” She stopped twisting and her torso became still. Her chest heaved up and down as she sucked in the heavy, sickly fumes, enticing her to sleep.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmhhhhhh……………………………” her head became still and started to flop forward. Both East Germans kept up the pressure.


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“mmmmmmmmmhh……mmmmmmmphh………….mmmmmm……….mmmm……” the woman’s soft moaning tailed off into soft, short breaths. She lay still, breathing in the chloroform fumes. Karla peered over the top of the woman’s head and looked at Heidi. Heidi shook her head. Karla clamped down harder on the pad. Heidi felt the resistance in the woman’s wrists starting to ebb away. The woman’s left wrist went limp. Heidi loosened her grip on the woman’s left wrist and it fell loosely against her palm. Heidi let go and the woman’s left wrist landed in her lap with a soft thud. Reaching up, Karla lifted the woman’s visor and took off her cap, placing it on the floor next to it‘s former owner. She could see that the woman’s glasses had slipped down her nose. Her eyelids and long eyelashes were fluttering wildly. Karla looked at Heidi again. Heidi shook her head. Heidi released the woman’s right wrist and it dropped to the floor. Peeking over the top of the cotton wool pad, Heidi saw the woman’s green grey eyes slowly rolling all the way back into her head. Intermittent soft whimpers and mews slipped from under the pad. The woman’s eyes had glazed over. She let out a long sigh and went quiet as she faded away into unconsciousness. Karla kept the pad firmly applied to the woman’s face. The woman’s long lashes stopped fluttering and her eyelids started to lower. Heidi saw the Captain’s eyes roll all the way back into her head. Her eyelids hung halfway over her eyes, a glimmer of her pure white eyeballs just visible from within the gap. Heidi raised one of the woman’s hands to shoulder height and let go. The arm slapped onto the lino floor. Heidi repeated the motion and was rewarded with another sound of skin hitting lino. Karla glanced at Heidi again. Heidi nodded. Karla slowly released her left hand from the woman’s face, keeping the pad close in case she was feigning sleep. The woman did not move. Karla withdrew her hand further and both East Germans caught a sharp whiff of the noxious fumes. Heidi coughed. Karla folded the pad over in her hand. The woman’s breathing was slow and laboured. Her glasses were set at a diagonal angle across her face, barely held in place by the tip of her nose. Her head was resting back against Karla’s cleavage, her enormous bun cushioning the back of her head. As Karla withdrew her left arm, the woman’s head flopped down to the side and nestled against Karla’s left breast. The woman started to snore. She was completely unconscious.

Heidi was on her feet, darting to the door. She bolted down the corridor past the office and receptionist’s desk. She hurriedly reached the front door and fumbled with the CLOSED sign pinned to the back. She opened the front door and felt the heat surge in. Ignoring it, she hooked the sign on the wire mesh on the outside of the door. Slamming the door shut, she locked it with a master key, leaving the key in the lock to prevent anyone getting in. Sprinting back down the corridor, she quickly searched every room, ensuring there had been no intruders in the interim. Satisfied all was clear, she returned to the supply room, stopping off on the way to check that there was key in the lock of the back door.

She found Karla outside in the corridor, leaning up against the wall, taking deep breaths. Approaching her friend, Heidi placed her hand lightly on Karla’s shoulder. Karla looked at Heidi and nodded.

“That stuff is awful!” Karla said between breaths. “I feel sick. Just give me a minute”

The Captain was laid spread eagled on her back on the storage room floor, he arms and legs outstretched like a star. Her chest was slowly rising and falling. She was staring up at the ceiling. Karla had left the cotton wool pad resting over the woman’s mouth and nose to ensure a lengthy nap for the South African. Removing the pad from the woman’s face, Heidi brushed off loose strands of damp cotton wool that had stuck to the woman’s skin. The Captain’s mouth was wide open and her eyelids were partially open, yet her eyes had fully rolled back. She was taking slow, measured breaths and snoring lightly. Heidi smelt the thick chloroform fumes on the woman’s breath. Removing the woman’s glasses, Heidi folded them up and placed them on a shelf. She knelt next to the woman’s shoulders and began undoing her top button. The big metallic button easily slid through the cotton fabric and popped open. Heidi carried on until she reached the woman’s stable belt. It took her several attempts to manipulate the big metal buckle but finally it slid open with a loud metallic click. Tossing the ends of the belt over the unconscious woman’s slim waist, Heidi heard the clank of metal on lino as both ends hit the floor. The fabric of the woman’s dress was cinched and creased around the waist. Heidi carried on unbuttoning until she reached the last button, just over the woman’s navel. She lifted the right side of the woman’s dress and flipped it over away from her. Shuffling back on the floor, Heidi peeled back the left side of the woman’s dress, weighed down by the heavy metal buttons glinting along its length, until the woman‘s body was exposed. The Captain’s head flopped to the right and turned over with the sudden movement. Heidi looked up, but the woman did not move again. Opening up the officer’s clothing, Heidi was rewarded with the clean, soft scent of soap and deodorant. She took a second to glance up and down the unconscious Captain’s body. The woman had soft, lightly tanned skin and a healthy even complexion. She had small breasts and was wearing a crisp, white cotton bra with soft lace edging and little pink silk bow over each nipple. Her ribcage heaved with each breath. The woman’s stomach was soft and flat but was not toned and her pelvic bones were visible under her skin. She was wearing a matching pair of white cotton panties with similar lace and pink silk bow accents to the bra, under a plain white cotton suspender belt. The suspenders held up a pair of soft, flesh coloured stockings which encased a pair of smooth, slender thighs.

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“Oh, nice of you to start without me!“ Karla re-entered the room having regained her composure. She tried to appear nonchalant as her eyes locked onto the unconscious officer’s assets.

“You can have the feet this time…..” grinned Heidi, shuffling around until she was knelt directly behind the woman’s head. She slipped her right hand down the woman’s dress until she had a grip on the woman’s shoulder. Reaching over with her other hand, she partially rolled the woman onto her left side. The woman’s right arm flopped limply across her face. Heidi lifted the arm and started to slide it out of the dress. The woman’s arm got stuck halfway around the elbow and Heidi grunted with frustration. Finally, the woman’s bare arm slipped out of the fabric and fell across her chest. Heidi dropped the dress and let the officer’s shoulder fall back onto the floor until she was staring at the ceiling again. Repeating the action with the woman’s left arm until it too was free of the uniform, Heidi lifted the unconscious officer’s torso several inches off the floor. The woman’s head flopped back and her mouth hung all the way open, her plain white eyes staring blankly up at the East German. Her large, round bun rested on Heidi’s knees. Karla moved forward and pulled the woman’s dress down towards her. Heidi lowered the woman’s chest and the sleeping officer’s head flopped sideways and came to rest on the floor. Karla snatched up the dress and passed it to Heidi, who stood up and held the dress pressed tightly against her body, as if trying it on at an Alexanderplatz fashion boutique.

“Suits you” laughed Karla, as Heidi struck a pose and pouted her lips in an impromptu fashion show.

“It’ll be a perfect fit!” said Heidi, inspecting the size on the label. “Thank god.”

Karla had started to unlace the woman’s left shoe. She wore standard South African military issue brown leather shoes which had been highly polished and had somehow managed to remain untainted by the sandy dust. They had a small, rounded toe area with four eyelets and a raised heel. The soles had a thick layer of rubber and rivets around the heel. Karla unlaced the bow with ease and the thin material flopped open. The woman had followed uniform guidelines and had set her laces in horizontal bars. Karla quickly loosened the laces and the slipped the shoe off with ease. The woman’s foot was encased in a smooth, soft nylon stocking with a wrinkled, thicker toe and reinforced heel. Only a slight scent of fabric softener was visible over the strong smell of warm leather. The shoes were lined in soft supple tanned leather. Raising the shoe up to her face, the East German inspected the size label, embossed into the sole in gold print.

“Just your size, princess!” she held up the shoe and beamed at Heidi.

“I want all her clothes. Underwear too. I want this stupid cow to wake up naked and humiliated.” Heidi ordered.

Shuffling up the woman’s leg, Karla knelt with the leg in between her crotch started to unhook the clips on the woman’s suspenders, freeing them from the nylon stocking they held in place. Once all of the clips had been undone, she started to turn over the top hem of the stocking and rolled it the woman’s firm, slim thighs. Retreating back to the woman’s foot, she raised the woman’s leg into the air and tugged, rolled and pulled the stocking until it slid from the woman’s fragrant foot. The woman smelt clean and fresh. She obviously had a high standard of cleanliness, Karla mused. She had clearly never held a rifle or spent a night in the bush in her life. Karla moved onto the woman’s other foot.

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Heidi had raised the woman up into her lap and was struggling to unclasp the woman’s bra. The officer’s head bobbed forward and her chin was resting on her chest, swaying gently with every movement that Heidi made. Her arms hung loosely at her sides. The East German could smell the clean, fresh perfumed scent of the woman’s recently washed hair, piled up in the bun on the back of her head. The dead weight of the woman’s body forced Heidi to use her left hand to hold the officer steady. Finally the clasp of the bra gave way and the straps flapped out to the side. Heidi lowered the woman back into her lap. The woman’s arms flopped to the side and her body slid down Heidi’ thighs until only her head was still in propped up in Heidi’s lap. Reaching forward, she grabbed both cups of the woman’s bra and pulled them back over her small, rounded breasts. The soft cotton material slid smoothly over the tanned skin to reveal two large dark pink nipples. Heidi ran her a hand over each breast and gave them a little playful slap. As she did, she heard the woman grunt in response. She paused and tilted the woman’s head back slightly. The woman’s eyelids were flickering. Heidi opened up the woman’s right eye and checked her pupil. The South African moaned. Karla heard the moan and looked up.

“Pass me the chloroform!” Heidi hissed.

Karla shuffled across the floor, clawing for the small brown bottle and the cotton wool pad. She passed them to Heidi. The Stasi Captain held the bottle at arm’s length and unscrewed the cap. Placing the thick cotton wool pad over the top of the bottle, she tipped the bottle and pad upside down and shook it twice. Karla took the bottle from Heidi’s hand and hurriedly replaced the cap. Heidi shuffled forward, bringing the woman’s head halfway up her thighs. The woman was moaning and her head swayed softly from side to side. Heidi clamped the pad down over the woman’s face, with the wet spot between the woman’s mouth and prominent nose. The woman emitted several barely audible squeals. She tried to raise her left hand in protest but barely succeeded in getting it more than a couple of inches off the floor. Heidi held the pad in place for another minute. The woman’s head started to rise up but Heidi kept the pressure on, forcing it back downwards. A string of muted protests could be heard coming from under the cotton wool pad. Eventually the woman’s head sagged to the side and her breathing quietened. Heidi kept the pad pressed down. The woman’s bra was now under her chin, the cups hanging loosely around her neck.

“Oh no you don’t…..back to sleep you go……” Heidi purred.

Karla straddled the woman’s legs. She reached out with her right hand turned upside down and gently placed it on the women’s crotch, fingers facing towards the floor. Feeling the soft fabric of the gusset under her fingers, she positioned the heel of her palm until it was over the officer‘s womanhood, and gave the woman’s clitoris a quick rub several times through her panties to see if she would stir. The officer briefly moaned in delight but soon quietened as she kept sucking in the sweet, incapacitating fumes. Karla gripped the waistband of the woman’s panties and her suspender belt together. She pulled the top waistband of the panties over and tugged the material until it was peeling from the woman’s tanned skin. The waistband of the panties and the suspender belt easily slipped down their owner’s thighs, turning themselves inside out and exposing the soft cotton inner. Karla smelt fabric softener again and marvelled at the woman’s shaven womanhood. She pulled the garments down the woman’s legs and placed them with her discarded stockings and shoes.

Heidi removed the chloroform pad from the woman’s face and checked her eyelids. The woman’s eyelids had now completely closed and she appeared as if asleep. Light snoring came from her mouth and nose. Lifting an eyelid with her forefinger, Heidi saw that the woman’s eyeball was fully rolled back into her head. She lowered the woman to the floor and removed her bra. Standing up, she began to gather up the woman’s uniform.

Heidi carried the uniform over to some supply racking and placed it on a shelf. The material was soft, warm and smelt of it’s former owners scent of fabric softener, deodorant and perfume. As Karla set about preparing to tie the woman up, Heidi started to strip. She could not wait to get out of the restrictive, coarse uniform. For the first time she noticed that her shirt had ripped approximately 3 inches up it’s right side seam during the struggle. She had finally had enough of this shirt. Gripping both front seams between the buttons, she ripped the shirt open, sending the last several buttons flying in numerous directions. Her large breasts flopped and bobbed on her pale milky chest, free at last. The cool air felt fantastic against her sore nipples and hot skin. She quickly slipped out of the shirt and felt the cold air conditioned air caressing her body. Heidi unbuckled the trouser belt and let out a huge sigh of relief as she undid the waist button and the buttons on the fly. She stood still for a second and savoured the moment. Sitting down on the floor, she swiftly unlaced both of her borrowed combat boots and slid them off. The thick, sweaty woollen socks soon followed and Heidi was overjoyed to be rid of the horrible itchy garments. She sat there on the floor and wiggled her long, pale pink toes, letting the cool breeze flow between them. Gazing across at Karla, she could see her friend had rolled the Captain onto her stomach and her bound her wrists behind her back in a criss-cross style with the nylon washing line cord. Karla had used more than enough and was moving down towards the woman’s soft, pale feet to bind her ankles. Heidi stepped out of the hated khaki combat trousers and slid her green panties to the floor.

Heidi picked up the woman’s crisp white panties and slid her long legs into them. The fabric was soft and felt warmly comforting against her skin. They fit her perfectly. Marvelling at the quality of the fabric, she ran her hands over her curvaceous buttocks and adjusted the waistline. The panties had lace around the edges and a little pink bow at the front, in the centre of the waistband. Fingering the little pink silk bow, Heidi giggled to herself at the Captain’s innocent, girly choice of underwear in contrast to her toxic, obnoxious personality. Retrieving the bra from the shelf, Heidi knew it would be a tight fit. From her estimates, she guessed the bra size would fit her perfectly, but the cup size would be another story. Slipping into the garment, Heidi struggled to get the smaller cups over her large breasts. She managed to get the clasp hooked together easily enough. The bra was still warm from it’s former owner‘s body heat. Heidi’s breasts were spilling out over the tops and sides of the bra cups. They were squashed back against her chest. Still, Heidi mused, this is heaven compared to that damn shirt. Each cup was annotated with a little pink silk bow where the nipple would be. It was bearable, she decided. Anything was better than the uniform she had just worn for the past several hours.

The suspender belt easily slid into place and sat atop her panties comfortably. Adopting a ballet pose, she stretched out her long, slender right leg and rested her heel on top of the shelf like it was a ballet studio bar. Easing the tip of the rolled up stocking onto her toes, she adjusted it in place, pinching the fabric around the big toe until the seam was perfectly set. The stockings were dry. Heidi mused that their former owner was so icy and cold hearted that she must never break a sweat. She slowly rolled the stocking back onto her foot and over her heel, adjusting the heel area so the seams did not slip round. Leaning back, she rolled the smooth, soft nylon stocking over her ankle and up her calf, adjusting it carefully, until she had fitted all the clips of the suspender belt in place around the top of her thigh. Heidi bent over and reached down to her toes. The stockings were warm and very soft. She ran both of her hands up the length of her long legs, smoothing out the material.



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Heidi soon stood inside the rolled up dress and pulled it up around her waist. Finding the right sleeve amongst the folds of cloth, she let the rest of the material drop and threaded her arm through the hole. The material felt good against her skin and was clearly of far higher quality than the combat uniform the junior ranking soldiers were. The left sleeve soon followed suite and Heidi began to button up the garment. The big, round metal buttons were very easy to slide through the loops and fasten up. Heidi reached the area just below her breasts and steeled herself for more disappointment and discomfort. She breathed in and fastened up the button below her breasts with room to spare. The next button fastened with ease. Heidi breathed out and found there was still plenty of room to spare in the dress. She fastened the remaining button and picked up the stable belt. The belt was a perfect fit and clicked into place around Heidi’s narrow waist. She silently thanked the efforts of the Cuban Intelligence agents for their meticulous intelligence on the uniform size. It was as if the uniform had been tailor made for her.

Picking up the woman’s right shoe, Heidi eased her foot into the supple leather. The shoes were exactly her size and fit like slippers. They resembled the formal East German officer’s shoes back home, Heidi noticed. But the quality of the materials and the level of comfort were far superior to the Communist design. Heidi fastened the laces and stepped into the second shoe.

She realised she had to do something about her hair, still in it’s original bunches and definitely non-regulation, as the unconscious Captain had told her when she was still awake. She slid off the elastic bands around her bunches and let her long, flowing hair cascade down over her shoulders. She would have loved to have taken a shower and washed her hair before donning clean clothes, but there just wasn’t the time. Heidi pulled and scraped her hair over and back against her scalp as tightly as it would go. She gripped her long hair together closely against the back of her head applied an elastic band to make a long, flowing ponytail. She twirled the ponytail around and made a big knot of hair, holding it in place with the second elastic band. Leaving her discarded, torn Sergeant’s uniform on the floor where it had fallen, Heidi strode over to Karla and the unconscious woman and retrieved the officer’s cap. She placed it carefully onto her head, testing the rim against the knot of hair on the back of her head. The cap was also a perfect fit. Heidi pulled the brim of the visor down and stood back.

“Well……how I do look?” she said with girlish glee and spun round in a little pirouette. She was smiling from ear to ear, her perfect white teeth gleaming.

Karla eyed her friend up and down. Heidi looked delicious in the uniform, she thought to herself. It was a perfect fit. Karla gave a thumbs up and smiled. For the first time in the last few days, her friend looked genuinely happy. “You look fantastic!” she replied.

The same could not be said for the uniform’s former owner. Captain Amanda Nethercott lay completely naked face down on the storage room floor. Her wrists had been crossed over each other behind her back and bound in place with a whole length of nylon washing line cord. The cord had been wrapped around her wrists numerous times until it covered her wrists and lower forearms and then cinched tightly through the middle. Her ankles had been tightly bound together with another full length of nylon cord cinched tight through the middle. Her knees had been tied in a similar fashion. Karla had then tied another length of rope around the woman’s ankles and pulled the woman’s feet behind her until they hung in the air over her buttocks. She had looped the loose end of the cord tight around the woman’s long neck until it formed a noose, and tied it to her wrists and back to her ankles, immobilising her in a tight hogtie. If she tried to struggle or get free, she would slowly choke herself. Heidi marvelled at her friend’s brutal yet impressive work. Karla knelt down with a washcloth to gag the woman.

“Wait…………” Heidi smirked.

“No! That’s wrong. It’s disgusting!” Karla protested. She had read her friend’s mind and knew what Heidi was thinking.

“It is disgusting…….but then again, so is she!” Heidi sneered at the bound unconscious woman on the floor.

Heidi walked over and retrieved her green army issue panties and the blonde clerk‘s socks. She balled them the panties up into a tight ball and stepped over to the unconscious South African.

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Heidi knelt down next to the slumbering officer. The woman’s chin rested lightly on the floor and her eyelids were still closed. With the balled up panties in her right hand, Heidi hooked the tips of her left forefinger and middle finger in the woman’s large nostrils and lifted upwards. Her mouth dropped open and Heidi slipped the thick ball of cloth into the woman’s mouth, poking and prodding it in as far as it would go until the woman’s cheeks bulged out. A small piece of green fabric stuck out between her lips. Heidi retrieved one of the thick woollen socks and stretched it out. She placed the middle of the sock over the woman’s mouth and pulled it tight behind the woman’s head. She stretched the fabric and wrapped it around the woman’s head and over her mouth a second time. There was just enough material left for Heidi to tie a double knot at the base of the woman’s skull under her bun. Retrieving a wash towel, Heidi tied it over the sock, holding it in place.

The woman started to stir. She made soft, barely audible grunts into her thick muzzle. She started to slowly turn her head and flex her fingers as she realised something was preventing her from moving freely. Her eyes flickered and slowly started to open, exposing her white eyeballs and then her dopey, glazed green and grey eyes. Her eyelids were clearly heavy and she struggled to open them all the way. Eventually she opened her eyes halfway and her pupils began to focus. She raised her head and looked up at Heidi with slow, clumsy eyes. She began to test her bonds, fingers clawing and prodding the coils of tight nylon wrapped around her wrists. She tried to swing her legs down. The nylon thread wrapped around her pencil thin neck constricted. The Captain gasped as she realised she her breathing had been restricted.

“Now now…..you feel that? That’s a noose around that long ostrich neck of yours. Make sure you keep perfectly still like a good girl…..or you’ll strangle yourself.” Heidi cooed into the woman’s ear.

The woman froze, head tilted at an angle, looking up at Heidi. She saw the woman’s eyes focusing on her face and then her uniform. The woman’s eyes suddenly began to regain their fire as she realised that the dirty, disgusting Sergeant from the reception desk was wearing HER uniform. She locked eyes with Heidi. The East German smiled and waved playfully. The Captain went into a wild rage, trying to scream into her gag. The multiple layers of thick heavy wool and cloth ensured that no matter how hard she screamed, only barely audible squeals slipped out from behind her gag. She tried to move and felt the nylon around her neck tense up again. She lay still, panting into her gag and sucking in cool air through her large nostrils. The Captain made a quiet mewing noise.

“And by the way, those are my dirty panties you can taste in your mouth. And my socks are holding them in. I’ve marched miles in them………….” Heidi smiled, revelling in the woman’s humiliation.

The Captain squealed and started to cry. Tears rolled down her cheeks and soaked into her gag. Her head bobbed up and down. She stopped moving as she felt the nylon cord tensing up again. She was completely helpless and felt totally ashamed and humiliated at the hands of this girl. She kept her head still and sobbed. Barely any sound escaped her gag.

Heidi stood up and retrieved the chloroform bottle and the cotton wool pad. Karla turned round, a disapproving look on her face.

“It’s ok, the horrible part’s over now!” Heidi exclaimed, uncapping the bottle. She placed the cotton wool pad over the cap and tipped the bottle upside down several times. Replacing the cap, she handed the bottle to Karla who slipped it back into her trouser pocket.

Heidi knelt down next to the thoroughly shamed and broken woman lying bound and gagged on the floor. The woman sobbed uncontrollably into her gag.

“Well, this has been fun. But now my friend and I need to go. And as for you…………Amanda, you look like you need some relaxation. Let me relax you down …..”

Heidi clamped the chloroform soaked cotton wool pad over the woman’s long nose, placing the wet spot directly underneath her large nostrils. She went into a frenzy and tried to raise her head away from the fumes, but was forced to stop as the nylon cut into her throat. Muted squeals of protest slipped out from under her gag as she was forced to breath in the noxious fumes. Heidi placed her free hand over the back of the woman’s head just above her bun and pushed down hard, whilst simultaneously clamping her other hand and the pad firmly over the woman’s face and pulling upwards. The Captain’s head was trapped in the vice like grip and she was unable to move. She sobbed and wailed but her cries could not escape her muzzle. Her large nostrils flared wide under the cotton wool pad as she sucked the thick toxic fumes deep into her lungs, breathing in the only air that was available to her. The woman’s bony fingers harmlessly clawed the air above her back in defiance. It was the only free movement left available to her. Heidi removed the cotton wool pad and glanced at the woman’s face. Her tanned face was now bright red and her eyeballs were tinged pink from tears and the fumes. Her eyeballs had started to roll back and her eyelashes were fluttering.



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“Have you had enough yet, dear? How do my panties taste?” Heidi cooed.

The woman emitted a barely audible string of squeaks and moans. She started sucking in clean air through her nostrils.

“Oh no, I don’t think so sweetheart. I don’t think you’re relaxed enough just yet. I still think you need to calm down……..”

Heidi clamped the pad back in place over the woman’s nose. The Captain squealed and moaned. The East German held the pad in place until the woman’s moaning and mewing subsided. She removed the pad again. The woman’s eyelashes were fluttering wildly and her eyes rolled back. The Captain's eyelids started to close until a slight glimpse of pink eyeball was visible. The Stasi officer clamped the pad down again. The woman mewed and then went silent, breathing in the chloroform. Removing the pad again, Heidi watched the woman’s eyelids lower and close.

“There there, it’s all a bad dream. And I hope you have many, many more bad dreams about me…….” Heidi whispered.

She clamped the pad down again over the woman’s nose and held it in place until her chin hit the floor and she started to snore. Slowly removing the pad, Heidi checked the woman’s eyes and pinched the woman’s earlobe tightly to see if she would react. The woman lay still and snored into her gag, once again completely out cold.

“Have you quite finished?” Karla demanded.

“Nearly.” Heidi answered curtly.

She stepped over to the shelf and retrieved one of the mock South African morphine syrettes, containing a large dose of the Peaceful Bliss sedative. These syrettes were designed to be placed over the outside of clothing and could inject through layers of clothing and muscle. When the button was depressed, a spring loaded large bore needle shot out of the end of the syrette and injected directly into the femoral artery in the thigh. Heidi knelt down next to the unconscious woman and lined up the syrette over the woman’s thigh. When she was certain she had the syrette in place, she hit the button on the cap and felt the needle surge forward into the Captain’s flesh. The woman did not make a sound or move a muscle. Heidi depressed the plunger until the full large dose had been administered and then withdrew the needle, leaving a small drop of blood on the exterior of the woman’s thigh. The chloroform and the Peaceful Bliss would ensure that Captain Amanda Nethercott would be of no use to anyone for the next 8 hours. More importantly, she could not hinder the East German’s mission or reveal what had happened to her.

Heidi picked up her other discarded sock and tied it over the Captain’s eyes, blindfolding her. The woman continued to snore.

Karla had collected up their belongings and was ready to move. She handed Heidi her leather officer’s ID wallet. Heidi opened it and started back at her own reflection. Except it was not her reflection. It now belonged to Captain Rebekah Louw, Liaison Officer, South African Military Intelligence Corps. Heidi pocketed the wallet, along with one of each of the metal drug-laden pens. Karla handed Heidi the black-rimmed Army issue glasses. Heidi frowned.

“I’m sick of looking like dirt. Give me the sunglasses!” she ordered.

Karla handed her the mirrored Aviator sunglasses. Heidi slipped them on and looked up. Karla saw her own reflection in the tinted mirrored glass covering her friend’s eyes.

“Now this is what I am talking about!” laughed Heidi in mock Afrikaans. Karla smiled.

Both girls left the unconscious South African bound and gagged in the middle of the storage room floor. Karla locked the door with a master key. She then withdrew the key and coated it in superglue from a tube she had found in the storage room. She emptied the rest of the tube’s contents into the door lock and then placed the key back in the lock, turning it slightly. Pressing her ear to the door, Karla could just make out the woman’s snoring, masked by the whirr of the fans and the air conditioning.

Both women checked the building was still secure and left via the back door. They knew they had a seven hour window before the next janitor arrived. That was more than enough time to carry out their mission.

Heidi stepped out into the red hot heat and winced. It felt like stepping into a blast furnace, or even into hell itself. She straightened up, pulled down her newly acquired stable belt and strode confidently towards the road like she owned the entire base. Karla followed dutifully behind her. Heidi stood with her hands on her hips, surveying the road and the soldiers walking by. Two passing male clerks snapped to attention and saluted. Heidi clicked her heels together, her back as straight as a ruler, and threw up a perfect salute in return.

“Carry on, men.” She retorted, smiling. Karla winced in embarrassment.

Both women turned and walked towards the centre of the camp, slowly disappearing from view into the swirling, dusty mass of khaki and tan which slowly swallowed them whole.








DIONYSUS: Prairie Fire, Chapter 4

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“…….and ANOTHER THING Private. I am SICK AND TIRED of my toilet blocking. I have reported this three times now. THREE TIMES! Do you have that on your list? THREE DAMN TIMES!! GET IT FIXED!!”

Karla sighed and tried to look suitably chastised one more time. She slowly scribbled a sentence on the piece of paper attached to the clipboard in her left hand. She read the text back to herself in her head, desperate for any kind of distraction. “Shower not working. Three times now. Yes, three times. Really? Three times. My Captain is an annoying attention-seeking whore.” Karla suppressed a smirk. She was not only referring to Captain Rebekah Louw of the South African Army Military Intelligence Corps, but also the person playing that fictional character in this little act, Captain Heidi Adler of the Stasi’s HVA. She was sick of this charade now. Heidi was enjoying the role a little too much for Karla’s liking. She had been insufferable during the walk to the women’s Officer’s Mess.

Two female Lieutenants in battle dress walked down the corridor towards Heidi and Karla. Their eyes widened at the sight of the sideshow approaching them.

“And what about air conditioning? I WANT AIR CONDITIONING DAMMNIT!! I am an important person!! They had air conditioning at my headquarters in Pretoria, I transfer here and it‘s like the Third bloody World!!”

Both female Lieutenants pressed themselves flat against the wall and stood to attention, willing the demonic she-devil of a Captain to pass them by and spare them her wrath. Heidi stomped past the two women. Karla followed behind, writing more anti-Heidi obscenities on her clipboard.

Heidi continued her rant as they walked down yet another identical white-painted corridor. The corridor stank of a musty concoction comprised of wood, paint, sweat and female deodorant. The East German Captain was fully immersed in playing her role as the newly arrived, bossy, arrogant South African Army officer. Her borrowed heels clip-clopped on the lino floor with every thunderous step she took as she deliberately slammed her heel into the floor with each step. The muscle’s in Heidi’s slender calves were bulging and the veins in her temples were clearly visible under the rim of her cap. A butch-looking brunette 2nd Lieutenant stuck her head out of her door to see what all the noise was about.

“AND ANOTHER THING……….” Heidi raised her right forefinger in the air and clenched her teeth.

The brunette Lieutenant’s head quickly disappeared from view, quickly followed by the sound of a door hastily being slammed shut.

Heidi turned a corridor, ranting about the lack of decent quality Chardonnay wine in the Mess. Karla, whilst keeping up the act as the Private from the Building Facilities Section dealing with the officer‘s complaint, was also navigating their route to the room of their next target.

“What did the steward mean that they don’t keep Chardonnay in stock? REALLY?? SAVAGES!!” Heidi sneered, looking over her shoulder at Karla.

For a second Karla was lost in her own reflection glaring back at her from Heidi’s mirrored Aviator sunglasses. She wiggled her pencil to the right, tapped the top of her clipboard two times and held her pencil poised with the tip pointing the left. Heidi coughed in acknowledgement. Their target was on the next corridor on the right, second room on the left.

“Well I want to speak to some other officers here to get their opinion. And god help me Private Vermaak, they better not have any complaints!” she boomed.

Karla rolled her eyes and looked at the light fixture in the ceiling. The filament burned white hot inside it‘s plastic shell. Karla stared at it until vivid, wild shapes danced in front of her eyes. She stared down at Heidi. A big purple and red blob covered Heidi’s face. Karla blinked until her vision began to clear. They turned into the little corridor at the end of the building, located in it’s own separate wing. It was dark and short, consisting of two rooms on the left and two rooms on the right. Heidi approached the first door on the right and knocked repeatedly. She paused and knocked again. No reply. She huffed in anger and tried the second room down. No reply again. Skipping the target’s room, she went back to the first room on the left. Still no reply. Karla looked at Heidi and smiled. Heidi did not acknowledge her and remained stony faced.


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“I don’t know what you’re smiling about Private! THIS IS NOT FUNNY! You’ve gotten lucky so far!” she screamed at Karla.

Heidi hammered on the door of the second room on the left. No reply. She stood with her hands on her hips. She rapped on the door with her knuckles, the echo reverberating down the short gloomy corridor. An awkward silence hung in the air. Still no reply. Karla began to get butterflies in her stomach.

“JUST A MINUTE!! JUST A MINUTE!!” came a squeaky, high pitched female voice from within.

Heidi smiled and straightened up, ready for her starring role. She adjusted her stable belt and pulled down her dress. Karla sighed. “I don’t have to prepare for my role as the down trodden Private.” she thought glumly.

The sound of metal clicking against wood came from the door, followed by a little creak. The door opened and the strong smell of an overpowering deodorant filled the corridor. Karla saw a flash of red hair and pale skin in the crack in the doorjamb.

Heidi was stood there with her hands on her hips, feet apart.

In front of her stood a young 2nd Lieutenant, cautiously peering around the door. Karla could see her face and left shoulder. She had bright, vibrant red hair of a shade that Karla had never seen before. She had a round face with pale skin and freckles covered her reddened cheeks. The girl appeared out of breath and Karla decided either the girl had been engaged in physical activity, or the two East Germans had just disturbed the girl’s “personal time”. She had large, round green eyes that radiated innocence. Her left hand held nervously onto the door, as if scared to relinquish it’s protective properties. She couldn’t have been over 21 years old, Karla decided. The girl’s eyes widened as she took in Heidi’s rank badges, her looming authority and ice cold, mirrored eyes. Heidi narrowed her lips.

“Y…Yes Ma’am…?” she answered. Her voice was high pitched, nervous and tinged with the uncertainty of youth and inexperience.

“Lieutenant!” barked Heidi. “I have just been transferred here. The accommodation is DISGRACEFUL. Absolutely DISGRACEFUL. I want to know if this is the accepted norm here or if I am a special case!“ she sneered sideways at Karla, engrossed in her clipboard. “Do you have any complaints about your accommodation that you want to raise?”

“Arrogant obnoxious snotty stuck up tramp…..” Karla jotted on her clipboard.

The young Lieutenant bit her lip and looked to the left, as if reading something that was written on the wall out of the East German’s sight.

“Erm…..no…..not really……I can’t think of anything?” she squeaked pensively. Her eyes flickered around to the left.

“Well I’m sure you won’t object if I come in and check your room? I want to make sure I’m not missing out on anything. None of your neighbours appear to be in.” Heidi ordered, keeping up her officious air.

“Well….I’ve just got out of the shower Ma’am….” the girl answered, as if begging rather than stating a fact.
“……prima-donna wannabe, daddy‘s little rich girl” Karla scribbled.

“Well that’s perfect then isn’t it young lady? That’s precisely one of the things I want to check!” Heidi boomed with a smile, lunging forward and wedging her right foot into the crack in the door. The drastic move worked and the girl jumped back. The door swung open. Heidi was through the door and into the girl’s room before she could react. The ever-obedient Karla followed, clipboard at the ready.

The girl backed into her room, facing the two East Germans. Heidi and Karla both coughed at the choking, overpowering smell of deodorant which hung in the air like a gas chamber. Karla looked the girl up and down. Her uniform would be a perfect fit. She was stocky, with wide shoulders and a curved figure. She had average sized, natural breasts which just protruded slightly under her uniform. She appeared toned and must be a sportswoman, Karla decided. Her bright hair was worn in a loose short ponytail, with a side parting and a sweeping fringe that swept down across her cherry-red face. Her hair was wet and slicked and had clearly just been washed. She was wearing the same one-piece tan summer dress that Heidi now wore, except she did not have a stable belt on. The top buttons of her dress were undone. She was not wearing any shoes. A thick rolled-up stocking sat on her right foot, the broad round tube of material looking like the girl had stepped into a spare tyre. Her leg was pale white and she had broad calves. Her other foot was already wearing a soft flesh coloured stocking. The East Germans had clearly caught the girl getting dressed after a shower.

Heidi surveyed the small, messy room. Civilian clothes and various pieces of uniform were strewn everywhere. The girl stood there awkwardly, her bright red face gleaming. She huffed and puffed, clearly hot from her shower and embarrassed about the state of her room. Heidi looked down at the mass of clothing on the floor and saw a pair of brown leather officer’s shoes identical to the ones she now wore, and a pair of grey Adidas running shoes, with blue stripes and a thick dark yellow sole. Heidi negotiated her highly polished shoes around two rolled up thick white sports socks with dirty grey soles and two long woollen burgundy legwarmers which had been discarded on the floor. A pair of royal blue polyester sports shorts, a sweat-soaked grey t-shirt and a white headband lay on the bed.

“Well, Lieutenant……..? Show me your amenities!” barked Heidi.

The girl turned her back and started to lead Heidi into the small en suite bathroom. Neither the young officer, nor Karla, saw Heidi quickly scoop up the heavy glass paperweight from the book cabinet next to the bathroom door and hold it behind her right leg.

Karla had put the clipboard down and had reached into the side pocket of her combat trousers. She withdraw a thick pad of cotton wool and the small bottle of chloroform. The thick nauseous smell of deodorant hung in the air and for a second Karla realised their good fortune. At least it would mask the stench of the chloroform, she mused. Karla started to open the cap. In her blurred peripheral vision, she thought saw Heidi raising her right hand high over her head. Confused, Karla followed the discipline that was ingrained into her and uncapped the bottle. She placed the pad over the open top.

THWACKKK! “UUUHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…………uhhhhhhhh……..”

Karla looked up in time to see the girl plummeting face down towards the floor, arms outstretched in front of her, head snapped backwards, looking straight up at the ceiling. Her wet, shiny ponytail was outstretched behind her. Her feet turned inwards as her knees buckled and Karla heard a loud squeak as her smooth, nylon coat feet lost their traction and slipped out from her. She crumpled to the bathroom floor. A sickening, solid thud resonated around the smooth tiled walls of the small bathroom as the ginger girl’s large forehead struck the wash basin with great force. Her head snapped to the side and she started to fall sideways between the basin and the bathtub. Her head crashed downwards, striking the tiled floor with a loud smack. She lay on her right arm, moaning quietly in pain. Her left arm lay sprawled across her lifeless body. Her legs were splayed wide open, feet scratching at the floor, trying to find the traction to get up. The girl’s eyelids were squeezed together tightly and her crimson freckled face was creased and contorted in immense pain. She groaned incoherently and tried to lift her head but failed to get it more than a couple of inches off the floor. Her eyelids began to flicker. She opened her mouth wide to cry out in agony as she clawed clumsily with her left hand, trying to find the edge of the bath behind her. Heidi stepped forward, the paperweight nestled in her right hand, ready to finish the young girl off.

Karla darted forwards and cut across Heidi’s path. Sliding onto her knees, Karla came to a halt in a huddled crouch over the girl, shielding her body from Heidi’s coupe de grace. Karla hooked her right leg around the girl’s left calf and knelt down on the girl’s other leg, trapping both of the girl’s legs in one fluid motion. The girl tried to kick her left leg outwards, but it was held in a vice like grip between Karla’s thigh and calf. Leaning forward, the East German put all the weight of her left knee in the girl’s chest and pushed her back against the bath. The girl was pinned, unable to move. Karla grabbed both of the girl’s wrists with her powerful left hand, locking them together and pushing them down into the floor. The ginger girl could only moan and grunt and try to twist her head from side to side. Eyelids fluttering wildy, she opened her eyes in time for everything to go black as Karla pressed the thick, chloroform soaked cotton wool pad over her mouth and nose. The girl wretched and gagged as the sickly, choking fumes filled her nostrils and mouth, clawing their way down into her lungs. She squealed, sounds of panic, fear and confusion slipping loosely from under the thick, intoxicating pad.


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“Breath it in and you’ll feel better…..nice, deep breaths” soothed Karla

Heidi stood looming over the two struggling young women on the floor and suddenly felt redundant. She gently sat on the edge of the bath and crossed her long legs, admiring the soft scuffing sound her slender, nylon coated legs made as her calves crossed. She sat there for a moment, legs out in front of her with her feet pointed and crossed and uncrossed her legs several times, mimicking ballet exercises. The sound of subdued squealing and scuffling eminated from below her. The thick, cloying clean smell of deodorant, shampoo and soap in the air began to add a sickly, nauseous new aroma to it’s unique blend. Heidi looked down at the doomed South African girl with a cold air of indifference. She turned her attention to the paperweight in her hand, rotating the heavy glass egg-shaped object over and over in her lap. The wild combination of bright and dark green swirls in the glass captured Heidi’s imagination and she became lost in it’s calming aura.

“MMMMMMPPHHHHHHH!!!! HELLPPPP!! AARRGGGHHHHHH!!! MMMMMMHHH!!!“

The girl squealed. The tight, awkward angle made it hard for Karla to get a firm anaesthetists grip over the girl’s face. She kept trying to turn her face into the floor. Karla slipped her fingers under the girl’s cheek and pressed down with the pad. The girl’s large round eyes had already begun to glass over, but she was able to suck in clean air to dilute the incapacitating fumes. Karla persisted, grunting and sighing with the exertion as she too fought the noxious fumes. Heidi noted the cold, determined look on her friend’s face as she struggled with the girl, but once again saw the fire burning in her friend’s bright green eyes. Heidi went back to playing with the paperweight and was once again lost in it’s swirls. I shouldn’t be struggling with the girl, she mused. I might damage my newly acquired uniform.

“NEEDLE!! NEEDLE!!” hissed Karla angrily.

Heidi sprang up and looked around for the remaining auto-syrette. A jolt of fear ran through her body as she realised it was in Karla’s leg pocket, and she could not inject the girl without getting blood on the girl’s uniform. Cursing under her breath, Heidi swung her long legs into the bath and crouched over the edge, looking down on the struggling girl as the stench of chloroform wafted up towards her. The South African’s head was twisting from side to side and her wet hair glinted in the artificial light as Karla tried in vain to get a strong grip over her face. Clawing for her left breast pocket, Heidi slipped a smooth, silver metal pen out from the material. She clicked the spring-loaded button twice and then gripped the bottom half of the pen, turning it twice to the right and once to the left, breaking the internal seal. The clicking button shot upwards, forming a makeshift plunger. Quickly unscrewing the bottom half of the pen, she withdrew the fake roller ball cap to reveal a small syrette built into the pen.

“Give me her arm…….left arm!!”

Karla released the girl’s left arm from her grip. Heidi was ready and scooped the girl’s arm up and yanked it backwards until it was extending in the air. The girl was weak but still tried in vain to claw and scratch the East German. Heidi gently placed the syrette in the bath and scrunched the sleeve of the girl’s uniform back up into her shoulder. The girl’s pale white skin made it easy to see her veins, the purple and blue colours clearly visible like roads on a map. Heidi suddenly squealed in pain as the girl dug her nails into her left arm and pinched. Instinctively, Heidi drew back her first and punched the girl three times on her bicep against the metal of the bathtub, deadening her arm. Scooping up the syrette, she levered the girl’s arm over the rim of the tub until it was pulled tight. She easily located a bulging purple vein in the girl’s forearm just below the fold in her elbow and slid the cold metal needle into the freckled white flesh. The skin depressed and then swallowed the tip of the needle as blood filled the tiny ampule at the bottom of the syrette. Their victim yelped into the cotton wool pad clamped over her face. Heidi depressed the plunger.

The small dose was swiftly administered into the redhead‘s veins. Withdrawing the needle, Heidi let the girl’s arm flop down so it could regain it’s circulation and pump the paralysing chemical around her body. The chloroform had already incapacitated the girl to the extent that she was now struggling to co-ordinate her resistance . Karla continued to wrestle with her prey, occasionally getting a perfect grip over the young officer’s face and replacing the air in her lungs with chloroform. The East German Lieutenant had breathed in a large quantity of the chemical herself and was struggling to keep her strength up. The Peaceful Bliss rapidly began to take effect, the small concentrated dose flowing freely through the South African‘s body. The specially concentrated formula ensured a speedy sedation, but at the expense of the length of time the victim would stay sedated for. Karla did not need to restrain the girl’s loose arm. The drug was already numbing it’s victim’s brain, enticing her to submit. Her free arm flopped lifelessly against Karla’s body. Realising her arm was free, the South African tried to raise it to defend herself but her limp muscles repeatedly failed her. Her squirming and wriggling began to subside.


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The girl’s movements became sluggish. She felt her head become numb and heavy as if full of sand, as the soft lining of her lungs and throat burned red raw from the poisonous fumes. She mounted a half-hearted defence with her one free arm, but it felt as if it was stuck in cement and she was unable to pull it free. The thick, choking chemical fumes made it hard to breath and burned her tender skin. Looking up over the top of the soft material covering her face, she could see two deep green eyes staring down at her, consumed with anger and malice. The eyes were set in a face that was as cold as stone. It’s owner wore an expression that was as emotionless as a statue, yet the girl could feel the raw hatred boiling under it’s owner’s skin. As she stared into her attacker’s eyes and tried to defend herself, she felt a warm, inviting feeling of calm and euphoria growing from deep within her. All of a sudden, the instinct to fight and protect herself began to feel less important. The urge to rest and sleep began to grow. She could hear her own heartbeat slowing down and her breaths becoming slower and deeper. Her eyelids began to close and she felt everything starting to turn grey. The grey before her eyes became mottled with patches of black as her breathing slowed. The floor seemed to open up and swallow her whole. She clawed to find something, anything to grab onto, but her arms were too tired to save her and she began to slip through the tiles. She felt herself falling through the floor and slipping into a deep, black abyss. The face of her attacker grew smaller and smaller as the blackness enveloped her and she fell downwards into the night. She was terrified, yet she no longer cared. The blackness swallowed her.

Karla slowly removed the cotton wool pad from the girl’s face. The South African’s eyelids had closed and she lay still, breathing slow, shallow breaths. The Peaceful Bliss had sedated the girl sufficiently enough to prevent her fighting. She had then succumbed to the chloroform which had rendered her unconscious. The small, concentrated dose of Peaceful bliss would keep her out sedated for 2-3 hours.

“Why did you hit her on the head?? That wasn‘t the plan!!“ spat Karla angrily, the venom in her voice barely restrained by her clenched teeth. She held her head in pain, suffering from the effects of the chloroform. There was no ventilation in the cramped bathroom and both East Germans had suffered as a result.

“I thought I could knock her out!“ retorted Heidi quietly “And save you from this!!” she pointed at the cotton wool pad.

Karla glared at her friend and senior officer, her face red with anger. “The plan was about the big syrette. Now she’ll wake up in 2 hours. She could raise the alarm even if she’s tied and gagged! These walls are paper thin!” she seethed. Her eyes were wide with anger, her pupils burning into Heidi.

Heidi went quiet. It had been a gamble, and she had gambled and lost. Her impulsiveness had gotten the better of her once again. Her friend was right, and she had no defence to Karla’s argument. She had been shocked by the ferocity of Karla’s outburst. Now her training and authority took over. She needed to switch from being chastised to being in control again. Karla gave her the opportunity as she suddenly stood up. The chloroform in her system and the sudden rush of blood caused her to stumble backwards into the sink. She tried to regain her balance but began to fall and started wretching. Heidi grabbed her friend by her muscular arm and led her into the bedroom. Opening a window, Heidi sat Karla on the edge of the bed next to it. Karla sat with her head in her hands, looking at the floor, taking deep breaths to clear her lungs.

The Stasi Captain glided around the edge of the bed, kicking the girl’s discarded training shoes and socks out of the way. She walked back into the bathroom and walked into a wall of nauseous, choking air. Instinctively coughing, she knelt down and grabbed the girl’s chunky ankles. One hand grabbed a silky, smooth nylon clad leg, whilst the other grabbed soft, freckled skin atop the girl’s rolled up stocking on her foot.The girl was still laid on her side, deeply unconscious. Heidi raised the girl’s legs off the floor and dug her own heels in. Leaning back, she dragged the heavy ginger South African out of the gap she had fallen into. The girl’s right moved up over her head and she rolled onto her back as Heidi grunted and pulled her free. Heidi dragged the girl across the smooth tiles, her wet ponytail and both of her arms trailing on the floor above her head. The East German dragged her victim into the bedroom until she was laid next to the bed.

“I need your help” Heidi asked politely.

Karla looked over her left shoulder. She slowly stood up, her hands pressed on her knees. Steadying herself, she walked round to the South African’s shoulders.

“Get her on the bed” Heidi ordered.

Karla hooked a powerful hand under each of the slumbering girl’s armpits and lifted. Heidi lifted the girl’s ankles and they swung the girl on the bed. The unconscious South African landed with a soft thud and sank into the thick duvet. Her right arm hung limply from the edge of the bed, her fingers outstretched towards the floor. Apart from the odd angle she was laid in, she appeared as if she had fallen asleep.

“Start stripping!” Heidi whispered. Karla lent over the girl. “No, YOU start stripping. I’ll take care of her.” Heidi corrected herself. Clearly Karla had not fully recovered her senses yet, Heidi decided.

Karla moved towards the window again and began to undo her shirt. Heidi stood over the unconscious girl, looking down on her from the side. She decided to go for an easy start and rolled the rest of the unclipped stocking down over the girl’s heel. She slid the smooth material over the girl’s foot. The stocking was clean and smelt fresh. The girl’s foot was bright red from the struggle and she had cracked heels and rough skin on her feet. She moved up to the girl’s dress and hitched it up to the girl’s crotch, exposing the top of her other thigh. The top and side stocking clips surrendered with ease but the one on the underside put up a last ditch struggle. Heidi could not manipulate the clip under the weight of the girl’s beefy thighs which were pressed into the duvet. It took her several attempts to work the clip between her thumb and forefinger. Feeling her patience evaporating into the choking air, Heidi felt her cheeks starting to burn. Finally the clip snapped open. Wasting no time, Heidi grabbed the top band of the stocking and starting tugging and shimmying. She struggled to get the stocking over it’s owner’s thigh. As soon as it was clear, it slid down her calves and over her feet. Heidi placed the stocking with it’s partner and moved onto the dress.



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Karla had already removed her shirt and was in the process of unlacing her left boot. Her golden tanned skin glistened in the sunlight filtering through the mesh-covered window. The same sunlight caught Karla’s bright blonde hair and made it gleam pure white. Heidi admired her friend’s powerful, toned Amazonian physique. She might not be as intellectual or as discreet as the average HVA officer, but she more than made up for it in strength, courage and loyalty, Heidi thought to herself. She snapped out of her thoughts and turned her attention to the young officer’s dress. The top two metal buttons were already unbuttoned and shone in the sunlight, hanging loosely from the dress. Heidi made short work of the remaining buttons, her delicate nimble fingers slipping the metal from it’s cotton bonds. Heidi unpeeled the dress from it’s sleeping owner. The girl was wearing a pair of standard army issue olive green cotton underpants and a matching bra vest top. A plain black cotton suspender belt sat on her hips. Her skin radiated an overpowering clean smell of soap, shampoo, conditioner and deodorant.

Heidi heard a soft thud as Karla’s other boot hit the floor. Her friend stood completely naked in front of her. Heidi looked around and caught an accidental glimpse of her friend’s breasts and blonde womanhood. Her friend clearly preferred the natural look, Heidi noticed. She looked away, focusing instead on stripping their victim. Karla edged past Heidi, her womanhood close to the faces of both her friend and their victim. She slipped into the bathroom. Heidi heard the hissing of an aerosol deodorant and the sound of running water coming from the bathroom.

The girl’s limp arm easily slipped through the sleeve of her dress. She must be double jointed, Heidi mused. She let the arm hang limply from the edge of the bed again and left the dress where it lay. The second arm surrendered as easily as the first and Heidi tugged the dress out from under it’s former owner. She made short work of the suspender belt. The girl lay there in her olive green underwear, her breasts sticking into the air, her broad stomach slowly rising and falling with each shallow breath.

“At least I smell clean, even if I’m not!” Karla smiled. She stood naked in front of Heidi, drying her face with a towel. “I recommend you do the same whilst we’re here” she said.

“That’s the second time someone’s said something like that to me today!” Heidi retorted. “She’s stripped, you’ve just got to get dressed. Take her underwear if you want. I’m going for a quick wash.” Heidi ignored her friend’s brazen nakedness and stomped into the bathroom. Her temper had subsided but her stress levels needed calming. She plugged the sink and ran the tap. Cold water poured into the basin. Heidi slipped her hand under the torrent. The water felt so cool, so pure. She stared at her fingers shimmering through the clear liquid cascading over her skin. She was lost in her thoughts for a brief second. The basin filled and Heidi plunged her face into the cold water until it swamped over her forehead and wet her hair. Holding her breath, she let the icy liquid penetrate the pores of her sun ravaged skin until her face threatened to turn numb. The sudden urge to breath took over but Heidi pushed it away. She began to shake and tremble as her body clamoured for air. “Let it end now, I just want to be at peace……I‘m so tired…….” The sound of water slapping against tiling filled the room as Heidi wrenched her head out of the bowl. She stood bent over the bowl gasping for breath, her chest heaving. She looked up at herself in the mirror. Water trickled down her face and dripped from her nose. Her shirt now bore large, dark patches across the chest. Her mouth hung open, sucking in the precious air it desperately craved. She stared at her reflection. Her large round eyes burned brightly back at her, probing her inner consciousness. “What have I become?” she silently asked her reflection. She received no reply.

Karla rummaged through the girl’s underwear drawer. She was searching for another pair of olive green issue panties and vest, but could find none. The girl had plenty of pink underwear and colourful striped socks. A teddy bear clutching a red heart sat on top of the drawer, surrounded by other cutesy items. The trappings of youth and a sign of their owner’s immaturity, she thought. Karla’s lip curled at the sight of a pale pink pair of panties with bright red love hearts on them. Her hand felt something hard and long buried underneath the layers of cloth. She retrieved the item and held up a smooth, plastic vibrator. The single girl’s best ally in the trenches, Karla thought. She flicked the switch and the device buzzed satisfyingly in her hand. She turned and looked at the unconscious girl, and her mind filled with images and thoughts of what fun she could have with her compliant victim. The sound of gasping from the bathroom shocked her back to reality and she replaced the vibrator in the drawer.

“You ok?” she whispered.

“Fine….just give me a minute” Heidi replied, struggling to find the words through gasped breaths.

Karla decided she could not tolerate the girl’s terrible taste in pink underwear. She grabbed the bottom of the girl’s olive green vest and yanked it backwards over head. The material was pliable and easily slid over the South African’s chest. Her round breasts wobbled and her nipples shook as she was divested of her underwear. Karla raised the girl’s arms over head and slid the vest from the girl’s broad shoulders. She examined the garment, and then slipped it over head and worked her arms through the holes. The garment was warm, clean and fitted like a glove. Karla adjusted the shoulder straps and cupped her own breasts. She felt her nipples standing rigidly at attention through the material. Rubbing her nipples with the palm of her hand sent electric shocks through Karla’s powerful body. Her breasts firmed and she began to become aroused. Silently praying that Heidi would take her time, Karla started to peel the girl’s underpants from her crotch, folding the waistband over and working the material down the girl’s muscular thighs. The girl was clearly a fitness fanatic and trained regularly. Her body was on the stocky side but was toned and firm, not like the flabby blonde supply clerk. “Perhaps we would’ve been good friends had we served together…..” Karla thought. “Very good friends…..” Removing the girl’s underpants exposed a slight tuft of hair covering the girl’s womanhood and Karla reached out and stroked the sleeping girl’s crotch. The girl smelt so clean and fresh that Karla found it intoxicating and became lost in the girl’s body. She moved in towards the girl’s crotch at mouth level, anticipation and sexual desire surging through her body. The tip of her tongue was inches from the girl’s womanhood. Reaching down with her right hand, she began to silently pleasure herself as she cupped her breasts with her other hand and began squeezing and rubbing. She began to pant silently as she hurriedly worked herself up towards the point of no return.

[esercito sconfitto]

The sound of rubber soles against ceramic tiling snapped Karla out of her trance and she panicked. Standing up, she scrambled for the panties and slipped her legs into the holes and clumsily yanked the material up around her waist. Heidi re-entered the room, having cleaned her face. She had also sprayed herself with the girl’s deodorant and applied far too much of the girl’s make up for Karla’s liking. Heidi had applied a soft base tone but had found some bright red lipstick and applied it liberally, soothing her dry lips. The front of her dress was wet in places.

“Hurry up!” Heidi whispered, pointing at her wrist.

Adjusting the suspender belt in place, Karla retrieved the rolled up stocking and slid it onto her right foot. The material was so soft and she took a brief moment of pleasure in adjust the garment and sliding it smoothly up her legs. Clipping it into place, she found the second stocking and swiftly put it on. She realised she had spent too long indulging her personal desires to the detriment of the clock. Standing to her full height, Karla adjusted her newly acquired underwear. She slipped into the dress and began fastening the shiny metal buttons. The whole uniform fit perfectly. The dress bore the lapel badges of the Military Intelligence Corps but the rank badges of a 2nd Lieutenant. This would pose a problem, Karla mused. Her cover identity was supposedly a Captain. She retrieved a stable belt from the back of a chair in the corner of the room and snapped it into place. The belt was slightly too loose, it’s owner having a slightly thicker waist than Karla. She adjusted the belt until it was passable. Looking around amongst the mess of dirty clothing on the bedroom floor, she found the girl’s shoes. They were polished brown leather lace up shoes identical to the ones which Heidi had liberated from Captain Nethercott. Inspecting the size label, Karla smiled and slipped the first shoe on her foot. The leather felt cool and comfortable against her skin, unlike the rough knee high boots that Karla favoured with her Stasi dress uniform. She hurriedly laced the shoes and stood up, heading to the bathroom to sort out her hair.

Heidi rolled the unconscious South African onto her stomach. Grabbing the girl’s left arm, she strained and pulled the girl until her wrist reached the top corner of the headboard of the metal framed bed. She bent down and retrieved one of Karla’s discarded boots. Heidi began working the laces from the holes. She took the long, thick lace and began tying the girl’s wrist tightly to the corner of the metal frame, looping ample amounts of the lace around the girl’s wrist and the framework. Standing back to admire her work, her tried to work her fingers into the knots and the coil around the girl’s wrists but failed to do so. Smiling at her skill, she retrieved the lace from the other boot and moved around to the other side of the bed to repeat her efforts on the girl’s other arm. Heidi stood back looked at the unconscious girl. She was bound face down, her head laying on the pillow. Her arms rose upwards at a slight angle, tied to the top corner of the bed frame.

Searching the room, Heidi found the girl’s own issue combat boots and stripped the long laces from them. The girl’s ankles were soon bound like her wrists, one ankle tied to each corner of the bed’s footboard. The naked girl lay face down, the combination of powerful drugs in her system keeping her in a deep slumber. Her wet ponytail hung loosely down her back. Heidi scooped up the girl’s dirty white sports socks and her long, thick burgundy legwarmers from the floor. The socks were thick and made out of a cotton towling material with a ribbed top. The soles were dirty grey from her training shoes. Heidi eased herself onto the bed until she was straddling the girl’s back. She balled up a sock and leant over the girl’s head, turning it to the side until she could work open the girl’s jaw. The ginger girl’s jaw opened wide as Heidi stuck her fingers in and jammed the sock deep into the girl’s mouth. Taking the second sock, she wedged it in and worked it back until it was far as it could go. The girl’s lips were splayed wide open, her cheeks bulged outwards and half of the second sock stuck out of her mouth. Heidi picked up one of the heavy woollen legwarmers and stretched it out. It was nearly the length of her arm. “Why would you want to feel hotter in this heat?” Heidi shook her head. “Perhaps these things will become popular one day……just not in East Germany……” she mused. She stretched the garment over the girl’s head and stretched it over her mouth, moving it clear of the girl’s nostrils so she could breath. Stretching the legwarmer around behind the girl’s head, Heidi managed to loop it three times over the girl’s mouth before tying it tight in a triple bow under the girl’s ponytail. The second legwarmer was used as a blindfold. Heidi retrieved the girl’s headband and secured it over her blindfold, locking it in position, She carefully twisted the girl’s face to the side so she could breath through her nose. The naked girl did not make a sound.

Karla returned to the room, her hair tied back into a smart ponytail, with some loose strands sweeping across her face. She had added some subtle make up to even out her skin tone. Moving to the girl’s dressing table, she picked up the girl’s cap and put it on. Heidi stood over the unconscious South African, checking her bonds one last time.

“Check these for me” she instructed.

Karla moved forward and quickly checked her friend’s rope work. She tried to work her fingers under each knot but failed to do so. Checking the girl’s gag and blindfold, she noted that her friend had done an exceptional job. She retrieved the remaining syrette pens from her discarded combat uniform and passed them to Heidi, who pocketed them in her own dress. She snatched up the chloroform and the thick cotton pads she had used on both of their victims. Moving to the mirror, Karla put on the pair of spectacles that had been left for her to wear as a disguise.

“We’ve got a couple of hours before she comes round.” Heidi thought out loud. “Not ideal, but we should be gone by then” She approached a radio cassette player sat on a bedside table and turned it on. The radio was tuned to the South African military radio station and blared out a catchy disco tune by Boney M. Heidi hated the music and sneered. She turned the radio up just loud enough to mask any muted cries for help the girl might make through her thick gag.

Both East Germans swept the room several times to ensure they had not left any equipment or other sign of their presence behind. Karla left her discarded stolen combat uniform buried at the bottom of the girl’s laundry basket, where she hoped it would go undiscovered for at least a couple of days. Heidi opened the door into the corridor and peeked through the crack. Silence. She motioned to Karla, who glided over and stepped into the corridor. Karla walked to the end of the short corridor and checked both ways. She disappeared from Heidi’s view as she headed for the exit. Heidi glanced at the girl’s bedside clock and waited until 2 minutes had passed. The ginger South African officer lay perfectly still on the bed, her slumbering gaze staring blankly at Heidi through the woollen legwarmer and headband tied over her eyes. The radio played a song by Siouxsie & The Banshees. Heidi found herself tapping her foot to the beat as she watched the clock. She knew she had make a critical mistake in trying to knock the girl out with the paperweight. It had been a stupid, impulsive move which could compromise their operation should the girl awake before they completed their task. She became lost in her thoughts as she watched the second hand ticking around on the clock. The silent ticking noise competed with the steady beat of the music in an attempt to captivate Heidi and distract her from the task at hand. When enough time had elapsed, she snapped out of her trance as suddenly as if someone had flicked a switch deep within her. She slipped through the door and locked it with the girl’s key. She could just hear the music out in the corridor. Perfect, she thought. Quickening her pace, she left the building and their unconscious victim behind.

There remained one objective left to achieve.



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