This was such an amazing read! Sorry if my review is all around the place like last time, but I got really excited reading it. Firstly, I want to express how overjoyed I am looking at the current numbers, - and it was barely out - well-deserved for all your hard work. The lovers scene was expertly implemented, great to see love blooming between 2 people stranded on opposite sides of the war, though Hans' comment on the guards might not entirely be sincere. Not saying that his love for Valerie isn't genuine, but I doubt he would refuse a one-night stand with any of them... unless of course it's their leader Von Bülow, his description fits her all too well. The takedowns were absolutely phenomenal and I agree with Elizabeth, choking a nazi gal out is always a pleasant act. I also loved the incorporation of local sites, it added a lot to immersion. Overall, I just wanted to say that it was amazing and it will be a joy to visualize.Stormtrooper1990 wrote: Sun Nov 24, 2024 9:53 am In this second collaboration between myself and hshws, the year is 1943 and British SOE agent Elizabeth has been dispatched by Allied High Command to the channel islands following disturbing reports of a nazi occult excavation on the island of Jersey. They are seeking a powerful occult relic called the Eyeglass of Morpheus, an ancient device that could well turn the tide of the war in favour of Hitler and the Nazi's. To prevent this artifact from falling into the wrong hands, Elizabeth must infiltrate the nazi excavation, watched over by the alley female Elite Guards of the SS Paranormal Division and steal the relic for the Western Allies. What she is about to discover is that not everything is has it seems....
3km from the North Coast of Jersey, Wednesday 18th March 1943, 16:15pm
Elizabeth Burrows could hear the crashing of the waves below her as she was lowered into the channel in her small rowing boat from the Royal Navy patrol launch. Feeling the salt spray on her face she took out a photograph of her beloved, Flight Sergeant Susan Bellamy a beaming beautiful woman with auburn hair tied back into a bun under her hat, which appeared black in the monochrome portrait dressed in her WAAF uniform. Caressing the picture, Elizabeth flipped it over. "'To my darling Liz, give 'em hell but come back safety. Love S.' Love you too, Susie. I will be back before you know it." Kissing her fingers, she touched the picture before secreting it back into her battledress. "Ma'am!" She looked up to see the lieutenant leaning over the side railing. "You should be all ready to go, sergeant. Good hunting." The young man flashed her a quick naval salute which she returned with an army salute, has the tethering line was retracted. Taking a deep breath, Elizabeth rowed the boat around making towards the coast of Jersey fighting the choppy roiling waters. At 24, she was a looker with classical aquiline features, piercing blue eyes and framed by a jet black shoulder length hair. And according to Susie was the most beautiful woman in Britain. Smiling at the memory, she continued her rowing.
Plémont Beach, Northern Jersey Coast, 16:25pm
Coming ashore, Elizabeth leapt out of the boat pulling it under the pier considering her next move. I can't go into town dressed in British uniform, I will be arrested before you can say 'Heil Hitler!' I need a disguise. The sound of footsteps ringing off the wood above her, made her freeze. Creeping to the edge, using the cover of the rocks Elizabeth peered up to see the new arrivals. It was a man and woman, one a young blonde Wehrmacht heer still in uniform his Mauser Kar98k rifle looped over his shoulder while the other was a pretty local girl with gentle rounded features, slender cheekbones and bright hazel almond shaped eyes her long curly ash brown hair flowing around her shoulders. Hmm? She's quite the catch, not a patch on my Susie but I can see why he's head over heels for her They make a very cute couple. And her clothes, they look close to my size... The girl was dressed this evening in a ribbed open red cardigan, underneath which was a fashionable floral blouse with a red long skirt and brown buckled leather shoes. A little girly for my tastes but I have no choice. I just need to wait for them to part and then I can take her. Elizabeth grinned as the couple embraced.
21 year barmaid Valerie Le Saux giggled as she pulled out of the passionate kiss her boyfriend Heer Hans Steiglitz give her, caressing his forearm. "Ah, Valerie my sweet little liebschen. How much I wish this stupid war would end so we can finally be together without having to skulk around in the shadows, and without getting dirty looks from your father." Valerie gently cupped his face with her right hand. "My dear handsome Hans. I'am sure that it's only a matter of time before the allies win and we can make the island our home. Maybe getting around to having lots of beautiful little children." The young soldier reached up, gently squeezing his lovers hand. "Nothing would please me more, than to say 'fuck Hitler' and spend the rest of my life with you, Valerie." Valerie giggled kissing her beau on his cheek. "I have to ask. Who are those raunchily dressed women in uniform outside town? All armed to the teeth?" Hans nodded still holding her hand. "They are a special case. SS Elite Guards and members of the SS Paranormal Division. Not a patch on you, my love. If you ask me they are all stuck up Nazi cows." Valerie bit her lip, eyes full of mischief. "Well, I think I would look good in one of their uniforms. Perhaps we could roleplay if you wish? Me the nazi slut and you the brave soldier teaching me a lesson?" She asked coyly as Hans laughed her off with a smile. "I wouldn't recommend trying to get one of their uniforms, they are very highly trained. And are looking for 'volunteers' with that excavation at the old Castle." He then moved his hands to her waist, cupping her pert bum through her skirt. "But I think you would look very...fetching in the uniform. It will definitely make me stand to attention." Valerie laughed pushing him away playfully. "You are such a pervert! But I love it." Hans laughed before glancing at his watch sighing.
"Scheisser. I have to report to the bunker now or I will get the switch for sure. Sorry meine liebschen, I love you so much." He lent in planting a kiss on her soft lips. Glancing to her bike, leaning against the post Valerie hugged him. "And i have to be at the Golden Lion to start my shift tonight. Will I see you later, love?" The young soldier shook his head. "I doubt it, I have the night watch and early morning. I don't know when I will see you next." Valerie gently pulled away smiling. "Well if you get lonely just picture me in that leather uniform." Laughing, Hans kissed her again before hurrying back up the path. Too distracted was she had looking at Hans' backside travelling, Valerie didn't register the hand clamping over her mouth but felt the brief stab of pain as she was chopped at the right hand side of her neck. Letting a brief muffled cry of surprise that Hans never heard, she slumped unconscious into the arms of Elizabeth Burrows who dragged her out of sight into the shadows under the pier.
"Trust me girl, you don't want to tie yourself down to some man. Not when there's so many single women out there, but far be for me to tell you who to love. You both look very happy." Elizabeth whispered into the unconscious girls ear, searching her pockets, finding her papers. "Valerie Le Saux, local girl from Plémont. Looks like I'am you for a spell. Let's get you out of those clothes, love." Stripping off her khaki battledress, Elizabeth got to work undressing the young barmaid. After slipping off the girls cardigan and shoes, the SOE agent unbuttoned Valerie's blouse revealing a hint of well formed youthful breasts covered by a long cheap white cotton slip, nipples peaking through the thin fabric. Thinking of Susie, Elizabeth rolled the girl onto her side unzipping the garment from the rear and whipping off the garment down her long legs in one smooth motion revealing a pair of high waisted white cotton panties covering her modesty. "Not the most flattering choice but I have seen worse." Elizabeth quipped as she pulled off Valerie's blouse before getting dressed in her clothes.
When she was finished, Elizabeth used her pocket knife to cut down some rope from the rowing boat to bind Valerie's wrists and ankles gagging her with a boat cloth then dragged her scantily clad bound body over to the boat by her ankles, laying her inside and concealing her with the discarded battledress. "Look on the bright side, Valerie. Hans might find all trussed up in your knickers and gets to play the hero. Hopefully not too soon. I have a mission to complete. Thanks for your help, cheerio love." She quipped to the bound girl before climbing out onto the pier. Climbing onto the girls bike, Elizabeth peddled onto the path following the signs to Plémont.
The Village of Plémont, Golden Lion Inn, 16:55pm
During her cycle to the village, Elizabeth had decided that it was best to head into the village and blend in. The lead provided by Hans sounds solid. If the Nazis are looking for local diggers then they would check at the pub, for any able bodied men or women. That could be my ticket onto the dig site. Finding the Golden Lion Inn, which appeared to be like any other typical country pub in England given away by the large brass lion hanging above the door, Elizabeth parked her stolen bike outside then headed inside.
She entered to find a bustling pub, filled with both locals and quite a few wehrmacht soldiers enjoying their downtime. Approaching the bar she caught the eye of the bar keep, a genial portly bald man who put down the glass he was cleaning. "Good evening, lass. You haven't seen Valerie on your travels? She was supposed to start five minutes ago." Elizabeth flashed him a warm smile. "I'am afraid she's come down with the flu and is quite bedridden. She asked me to fill in for her, my name's Liz." She said holding out her hand which the barman shook. "Well I'am sorry to hear that, send her my best wishes will you? So do you have any experience behind the bar, Liz?" As a matter of fact she had plenty of experience pulling pints during her university days in Oxford, in fact she had met one of her ex girlfriends over a pulled pint. "Yes, I worked on the mainland before I moved here. I don't have any references on me but you'll have to take my word for it." The barman held up one pudgy hand shaking his head. "Don't worry about it, love. I have a lot of thirsty customers as you can see." He jerked his thumb. " Get behind the bar and we'll see what you can do. And call me George." Grinning, Elizabeth walked around the bar and immediately began to serve patrons keeping her ear out for information.
1 Hour Later
"You really are a natural, Liz. A lot more attentive then Valerie and the customers seem to love you, the women especially. It's a shame I can't pay you." Before Liz could answer the tinkle of the bell above the door announced a new arrival, deathly silence filled the Golden Lion as an SS Obersturmbhanführer marched in flanked by two female elite guards, both corporals armed with MP40s. It seemed that Valerie wasn't overstating just how raunchy their uniforms were; they were wearing tight white blouses with the deaths head on their collars, black ties and the nazi eagle on the left breast, that were emphasised by black corsets laced at the waist with an iron cross belt buckle. Tight black leather trousers complimented their hips and long legs ending in black laced knee high jackboots. Elizabeth had caught the eye of the redheaded nazi to the right of the officer, who was mentally undressing her with her eyes. She was attractive with classical germanic features, high cheekbones and piercing emerald eyes her flame coloured hair tied into pigtails. She likes me and no mistake and that uniform could come in handy. I could use that to my advantage. Let's see how this plays out. The elderly officer adjusted his monocle with air of menace before clearing his throat.
It was George the Barman who broke the silence. "Good evening, Herr Kessler. Could I get or your...er...women anything?" Kessler chuckled taking off his peaked cap. "No thank you, barkeep. I wouldn't touch your englander swill even if it was the last thing to drink on Earth. Besides, I'am not here for pleasantries. I require at least 15 able bodied men and women for the excavation at Grosnez Castle. Guards! Round up all civilians in this bar and put them on the trucks." Putting his hat back on, he caught sight of Elizabeth. "And I will take the pretty barmaid too." The lips of the redheaded guard broke into a smirk. "Since she dared to look at me. Güten abend." With that he swept from the bar with a swish of his cape, as the blonde guard along with the wehrmacht soldiers rounded up the patrons matching them out at gunpoint. The flame haired nazi roughly took Elizabeth by the crook of her arm. "Come along pretty thing..." She whispered squeezing her arm looking down her blouse. "I'am all yours, fraulein." The agent replied huskily beginning her seduction feeling dirty at flirting with this nazi. Smiling the woman led her out of the bar, where a convoy of trucks stood idling. "Call me Greta, beautiful." She hissed brushing her hand against Elizabeth's buttocks as she clambered onto the truck, with the rest of the townsfolk. With the slamming down of the tailgate, the truck roared into life and Elizabeth could have sworn Greta blew her a kiss as she clambered into a kübelwagen.
The Grosnez Castle Excavation Site 18:45pm
Wiping the sweat from her brow, Elizabeth shoveled a large pile of dirt onto another larger pile of dirt along with five other islanders in a pit in a distant corner of the castle ruins, a ways from the main excavation. From what little she had seen since the Nazis had split them up and herded them like cattle to the various excavation sites, Elizabeth could see that the SS had already dug under the keep into a large network of chambers. She had also seen many of the higher ranking Elite Guards, lithe and sexy women garbed in black leather catsuits with matching jack boots, gloves, the swastika arm band on the left arm and nazi eagles on the left breasts and right sleeves, and an equipment belt with an iron cross belt buckle. Some had their heads covered with gas masks with eerie red eye lenses and coal scuttle helmets, while others wore berets. Armed with repurposed British sten guns. I'am running out of time, I need to move. Now. " Why hello again, fraulein." Elizabeth looked up to see Greta the redhead looking down on her. "I saw the looks you returned to me, girl. Tell me do you like what you see of the master race?" Elizabeth grinned climbing out of the trench. It's time to get a disguise...
"Well, I just have a weakness for redheads and that accent..." The young spy replied coyly as Greta smiled leaning in to caress Elizabeth's cheek. "I happen to like you englander women myself, you're so brave and bold like we Germans. Do you want to go somewhere more...private? I want you all to myself, fraulein." Elizabeth caressed the Nazis forearm eliciting a purr from the redhead. "I thought you never ask, beautiful. Lead the way." Ignoring the dirty looks from the locals, Greta led Elizabeth towards the ruins of the west barbican wall. The waves of the channel lapped in the distance.
Pinning Elizabeth to the wall with her left hand, Greta lent in to plant a kiss on her lips but Elizabeth placed a finger on her lips. "No so fast, Greta. You know what gets me horny? A nice neck massage. Maybe I could do the same for you? Ease some of that tension." Greta shrugged smiling. "Goodness, I haven't had a good massage since I was stationed in Tunisia but those girls they weren't...hehe..anything like you. Go ahead then we fuck after." The redheaded corporal turned bearing her lovely neck, Elizabeth smiled as she gently caressed the woman's vagus nerve. Stupid little nazi bitch. Too horny for her own good, well she's all mine. Greta let out low purrs of arousal, melting under Elizabeth's touches. "Mmm, uh. That feels so good, you are an angel-ugh!" She let a cute little aroused squeak as Elizabeth pinched the horny Nazi in her vagus nerve just enough to paralyse her. "W-what is this? What have you d-done to me...?" Greta dribbled from the corner of her mouth, as Elizabeth caught her falling backwards hand grasping the Nazis throat like a vice.
"That's none of your concern right now Greta. What you should be focused on is answering my questions. You tell me what I want to know about the excavation, then I will leave you alive but in your knickers. Don't then I will crush your little nazi throat and leave you here stripped for your friends to find, clear?" Greta panicked as Elizabeth unlaced her corset and belt, letting them drop to the grass. "Y-you're taking my clothes? N-no please..argh!" She choked as Elizabeth gently squeezed her windpipe for emphasis. "Focus! Now how many Elite Guards and Wehrmacht are deployed here? Speak." Greta whimpered squirming in her grasp. "At least ten of us and platoon strength of troops, n-no more.." Elizabeth nodded. "Who is allowed access to the site under the keep? Have you found the Eyeglass yet?" Tears were beginning to stream down her cheeks. "Only Elite Guards of sergeant or above and no w-we haven't found this eyeglass. T-thats all I know, please just end it..."
Elizabeth chuckled as she began to gently choke the nazi, leaning into the girls ear she hissed. "For what it's worth, I did enjoy our time together fraulein. But I'am already spoken for." Elizabeth squeezed harder lowering the struggling Nazi to the earth, the redhead letting out low moans of arousal as she was slowly asphyxiated into unconsciousness. Clamping a hand over the woman's mouth to muffle her cries, Elizabeth heard a final high muffled squeal from Greta slumping unconscious into her grip with a low aroused rattle. "My, my. Looks like someone had a mini orgasm. You naughty girl, Greta.
After stripping off the clothes she had stolen from Valerie Elizabeth loosened Greta's tie before unbuttoning her uniform blouse, getting a glimpse of well formed breasts covered by a sexy black lace bullet bra. "Well, well lucky bitch. This is french lace if I'am not much mistaken, plundered from Paris no doubt. You know I have been looking for something like this for my Susie but with rationing and all... " She sighed deeply."Shame I don't have a satchel or I would be liberating them from you." Smiling she unlaced Greta's boots pulling them off her delightful calves then unfastened the leather trousers working them off her slender hips, whipping them her long legs, revealing a matching pair of lace shorts covering her modesty. "And you have matching shorts too. These knickers are way too good for you Greta." Once she had pulled off the blouse leaving Greta sprawled sleeping in her sexy underwear, Elizabeth quickly dressed in Greta's uniform.
"Well at least I won't be wearing this damn corset for long. Honestly, I don't know how you cope Greta." Breathed Elizabeth she strained under the corset while binding the limbs and gagging the scantily clad Greta with torn strips from Valerie's cardigan. Taking the Nazi by her ankles, Elizabeth dragged the woman over to a culvert under the wall concealing her in the shadows. "It was fun, Greta. Enjoy your break. When you wake up, you may find yourself somewhere colder, cheerio love." Smirking she collected Greta's MP40, which had been leaning against the wall, looping the weapon over her shoulder them made her way through the excavation. Okay phase two. I need a sergeants black catsuit.
South Barbican Wall, 19:01pm
Despite the discomfort she felt fighting Greta's corset, Elizabeth made her way through the dig site scanning for likely candidates. She had been able to bluff her way past many clueless wehrmacht soldiers, even exchanging a few "sieg heils" down to both her uniform, which had only served to distract the men and her fluent german. But she had kept her distance from the Elite Guards, who would surely recognise each other. Walking along the south wall, Elizabeth spotted two Elite Guard officers standing near a bush by the ruined wall in deep conversation, one was a typical if attractive german blonde with heart shaped features, pronounced cheekbones and big blue eyes framed by long curly honey blonde hair under her beret. While the other was wearing a full face gas mask and helmet that concealed her features. Curiously she had the luftwaffe eagle on her breast and left arm with leutnant's epaulettes on her shoulder but Elizabeth could tell she was toned and athletic under her suit. Hmm? I preferably would have her uniform since it covers my face but I would need to wait until they part ways. Taking them both on would raise the alarm. Hunkering in the bushes behind them, Elizabeth bided her time.
"So fraulein Leutnant you were telling about your time in Crete?" Asked sergeant Helga Müller as the two women stood watch. Leutnant Madga Lutz nodded her voice muffled by her respirator. "Ah yes. Well I joined the fallschirmjägers late '42 after the shitshow drops in '41. Heh, the hardest part wasn't the voice but binding my breasts to keep them hidden." She laughed cupping her ample c-cup breasts as the blonde nodded admiring them. "So how did you wind up here Magda..uh..Leutnant? They must have found you out." The woman shrugged. "Well, there was one asshole Corporal Steiner who didn't like me and had his suspicions. We were on patrol and I snuck away for a piss but he followed me and later reported me. But instead of getting chewed out, I got the promotion and sent to the Elite Guard. Happy ending." Helga grinned a curious glint in her eye that looked like admiration. "And what happened to Steiner? Did he get his comeuppance the prick?" Madga chuckled. "Yes he did. I gave him my boot to his member on my way out." The two women burst out laughing, a strange sinister sound from Madga's respirator. "Its not all bad, sergeant. I got a very nice Mediterranean tan and they let me keep the underwear. Would you like to see Helga, you know the next time we're off duty?" The blonde blushed slightly stammering for nerves. "I...I would like that, fraulein Leutnant." Madga cocked her head glancing at her watch. "Well we better get back on duty sergeant, before Kessler catches us chatting again. See you later..." Patting the blonde on her shoulder, Madga jogged back up the path. Leaving a blushing Helga fumbling for her cigarettes.
Damn, I'am left with the blonde. Well there's nothing else for it, she's my size and I'am running out of time. Striking fast, Elizabeth uncoiled like an adder clamping an hand around the blonde nazis mouth to muffle her cries pulling her into the bushes. She snaked her left arm around the sergeants neck cutting off the blood flow to her brain, the woman bucked squirming in her grip trying to pull her arm from around her throat " Need a light fraulein? Well I don't smoke it's a filthy habit." She hissed into the blonde's ears, tightening her grip as she felt the Nazis struggles getting weaker and weaker until she let out a muffled strangled rattle eyes rolling back into her pretty head. Elizabeth felt the blonde nazi slump into her body arms falling limply to her sides. Elizabeth panted with the exhilaration of choking the woman unconscious. "The only thing that comes close to sex with my girl is choking a nazi out." She said with relish rolling the sleeping woman off her body, Elizabeth quickly stripped out of Greta's uniform breathing a sigh of relief as she tossed the corset.
Removing the sergeants beret, gloves, boots and belt Elizabeth smiled her hands poised over the zipper of the sergeants suit eyes scanning the woman's generous breasts, nipples peaking through the leather. "Looks like someone's a brave girl, fraulein. Let's see what you've got..." Delicately unzipping the sergeants catsuit, Elizabeth folded it open to expose her pert perky C-cup breasts with full puffy light pink areolas. "Mmm, not bad not bad. But you're not a patch on my darling Susie, she's all the woman I need." Pulling up the woman's limp body, Elizabeth peeled the pretty sergeant out of her catsuit revealing a lush petite body with zero muscle definition and a surprise covering her womanhood. "Well, well. Either your looking to make babies or hoping to get laid. Perhaps with the fraulein Leutnant?" She let out a low whistle seeing the blondes knickers; a high waisted white number with a nazi eagle clutching a fertility symbol on the front gusset and SS runes on the behind, an S on each well rounded cheek. Chuckling, she stepped into the stolen catsuit zipping it up before putting on the rest.
After tying up and gagging the half naked blonde with strips of Greta's uniform, Elizabeth rolled the woman's body into the bushes looping the sten gun over her shoulder. Suddenly, the sound of crouching leaves caused her to turn around sharply. "I'am so sorry, Helga. I forgot to give you back your lighter..." The voice of Leutnant Magda Lutz died away as she noticed Elizabeth crouching by the bush, with the bare foot of Helga poking out. "I assure you fraulein this isn't what it looks like." The spy said rising to the Nazi woman's height, who reached for her sten gun. "Your not Helga! You've stolen her uniform you dirty Tommy spy!" The woman lunged with the butt of her weapon but Elizabeth ducked the clumsy blow, countering with a blow to the leutnant's solar plexus that caused her to grunt in pain doubling up and falling to the floor stunning her.
Not resting on her laurels, Elizabeth straddled the stricken nazi sitting on her back as she took hold of the woman's arms with either hand bringing them to her neck and pulling tightly. Madga began to choke under her respirator as she was choked with her own arms trying desperately to buck Elizabeth off. "You are a fighter all right. A real scrapper unlike your colleagues who are just glorified pinups. Not that it will do you any good fraulein, it will be all over soon." Madga then let out a choked low rattle as her weight suddenly went limp under Elizabeth's grip. Holding the pose a minute longer to check that the Nazi wasn't feigning, Elizabeth then let her drop onto the earth like a sack of potatoes before placing her fingers to the woman's neck feeling a weak pulse. "Hmm? For all your training Magda, you really were a lightweight. Well time for my promotion." She quipped taking the unconscious nazi by her wrists and dragging her into the bushes next to the sleeping half naked Helga.
Tossing Helga's uniform next to it's former bound owner, Elizabeth got to work first removing Madga's boots, gloves and belt before pulling off her helmet. "Let's see if your a looker under that mask, love." She said placing her hand on the filter of the mask and pulling up. What greeted her was the face of pretty young girl with a cute tomboyish look to her; sharp tapered attractive features that really did have a light Mediterranean tan with dark brown hair cut short in a very boyish style that enhanced the Nazis beauty. A cursory check revealed stone grey eyes. "Looking good, Madga. The Mediterranean really did agree with you but like your friend Helga, you fall short of my Susie. But, I'am just dying to know what the rest of you is like under there." With the anticipation of a kid in a sweet shop, Elizabeth unzipped Madga's catsuit whipping it down a lush tanned body that had clearly defined abs on her trim tummy and limbs emphasised by the cropped fallschirmjäger camo cropped vest she wore with a large white luftwaffe eagle flying proudly over her well formed large breasts, nipples peaking through the fabric and green shorts with the totënkopf printed above her womanhood. Elizabeth let out a low whistle of appreciation. "You have beautiful tight body, Madga. I like a girl with a little muscle. Military life definitely as agreed with you. Well, time to get dressed." She smiled as she pulled on Madga's uniform, admiring her smooth musculature.
As she bound the sleeping half naked form of Madga with strips of Greta's shirt, fully dressed in the leutnant's uniform, Elizabeth stared at Helga still unconscious a wicked but sexy idea came into her mind. "Tell you what, ladies? I'am going to do you both a huge favour because I'am never one to get in the way of true love..." Walking over to the half naked blonde she yanked down the woman's knickers to her knees exposing a full pink vagina crowned by a trimmed triangle of golden blonde hair. "Mmm, very nice my dear Helga. I think Madga is going to enjoy this or maybe you both will." Grinning under her stolen respirator, Elizabeth dragged the bound gagged Madga over to Helga's crotch putting the tomboys face into her waiting pussy. "Ha! Don't you two make a lovely couple. Well I must be off, frauleins." She rose clapping her hands together. "Bon appetite, Madga. You'll both thank me later." She laughed looping the sten gun over her shoulder leaving the two women to the pleasure of their own company.
Nazi Excavation underneath Grosnez Castle Keep, 19:35pm
Thanks to her full face disguise and the privilege of rank, Elizabeth was able to access the main excavation which was guarded over by two Elite Guards, both sergeants who flashed her both party salutes with quintessential Germanic precision. Flashing them one back, the SOE agents passed a row of locals who were busy working a line shifting rubble from the tunnel entrance. Among them was a pretty young woman with supple heart shaped features, slender cheekbones and big blue eyes her short chestnut coloured hair tied with a blue polka dot cloth. She was wearing a set of blue denim dungarees, laced work boots and white shirt underneath. She's easily my size but and quite pretty. I might use her only in an emergency The girl averted Elizabeth's gaze as the agent made her way down the tunnel.
Following the dark passageway lit by the electric lighting, Elizabeth could see the light casting shadows on the glyphs and murals that lined the walls and supporting columns giving a sense of awe and mystery to this place. She had been briefed on the nazi interest in this bizarre precursor civilization but hadn't fully understood where it all fitted in. Honestly all the supernatural hocus pocus was all above her pay grade but Elizabeth knew that the nazis couldn't be allowed to turn the tide of the war with occult relics that they were whistling in the dark with. Ignoring the strange icons on the walls that made her head pound, she pressed on hearing the sound of arguing voices in the chamber ahead. Cocking her weapon she pressed forward.
Elizabeth came to a large stone circular chamber ringed by four electric lights surrounding a raised dias with a stone plinth in the centre, where four men stood. Two were wehrmacht soldiers armed with rifles who flanked the dias, one was the Obersturmbhanführer from the pub, Kessler while the other was a little bespectacled nazi wearing an SS uniform under a white lab coat. She caught the back end of their argument, Kessler was brandishing a small emerald stone at him. "You're telling me Herr Doctor Brandt, that this is the weapon that could win us the war?! The eye glass that's supposed to be an artifact of untold occult power, is nothing more than a useless lump of rock?!" Brandt held up his hands placating. " Um sir, the texts were very clear this is the fabled Eyeglass of Morpheus. I don't know what else to say." Kessler let out a roar of frustration his monocle falling from his cheek. "Bah! I can't go to the Fürher with this! I will be a laughing stock!" Elizabeth cleared her throat through her gasmask, pointing her sten gun right at the group. "Then you wouldn't mind if the allies took it off your hands, herr Kessler?"
"Tell your men to disarm now Kessler, or I will start shooting." The sound of weapons clattering to the ground answered her as all but Kessler held up their hands. "Good now toss the Eyeglass and no funny business." Kessler sneered as he lobbed over the glowing green gem which Elizabeth deftly caught which felt strangely cool to the touch. "You want it that badly British spy? Then go ahead and take it but you won't make it out alive!" Elizabeth smiled under her mask. "Don't worry about me Fritz, I'am quite resourceful." Suddenly the little green orb began to throb just a little bit faster, Kessler's eyes widened in shock. "What is it doing? Is this the power we seek!?" Instinctively, Elizabeth closed her eyes as the Eyeglass emitted a green pulse of energy.
Blinking her eyes open, Elizabeth looked at the little green rock in her hand which had gone inert nothing more than a lump of quartz. Lowering the rock she glanced over to see the four Nazis crumpled to the ground all fast asleep. She sighed. "Powerful occult object my arse. More like a joke shop toy. Well I think I have over stayed my welcome." Snatching up a satchel from a fallen soldier, Elizabeth pocketed the tiny rock looped the bag over her head then backtracked to the exit leaving Kessler and his goons in deep slumber.
The Surface, 19:50pm
The situation was no better on the surface as Elizabeth discovered that not only had the pulse from the Eyeglass put those in the chamber to sleep, but on the surface as well. Her brow furrowed as she came to the unconscious local girl she had passed earlier who was slumped unconscious over a pile of rubble. How come these people were effected and were not in eye contact? Yet I was unaffected? Shrugging her shoulders, she knelt by the girls body caressing the lapel of her blouse. "Sorry girl but I need your clothes. I'am not going back to blighty dressed like this. Besides, I can't breath in this thing." After stripping off Madga's uniform, Elizabeth worked quickly to undress the pretty girl unlacing her boots and untying her head scarf before peeling off the dungarees and shirt. Standing over the scantily clad local now dressed only in her pale blue slip and matching low cut panties, Elizabeth slipped on the outfit which all things considered was a decent fit. Without saying a word, she approached an idling German motorcycle with a soldier slumped over the handlebars. Pushing the man over the handlebars, Elizabeth straddled the bike and revved up the bike. Grinning a thought entered her mind. I think it's time to get a souvenir.
West Barbican Wall, 5 minutes Later
She found Greta exactly where she had left her, slumped sleeping against the wall in the shadows clad only in her racy lace french knickers. "Good evening, Greta. I'am afraid that I'am going to need a little bit more from you. You see, my girl Susie would really love knickers like yours and quite frankly they are far too good for the likes of you little nazi." Humming to herself, Elizabeth took out her pocket knife cutting Greta's binds loose but leaving her gagged. Reaching around the Nazis back unhooking her bra to reveal well rounded freckled C-cup breasts with little rose petal pink areolas. "Mhm, just Susie's size she will love this. And now the pláce de la resistánce..." Shoving the bra into her bag, Elizabeth whipped off Greta's shorts in one quick motion, exposing a small trimmed vagina crowned with a trimmed strip of flame red hair. "Thanks, sweet Greta. I know that I would want to be the one that finds you." Chuckling she tapped the naked redheaded nazi on the cheek, packed away the shorts then walked back to the idling bike.
Straddling the bike once more, Elizabeth glanced down at the useless Eyeglass in the bag over her shoulder sighing. "All this for a useless lump of rock? Who knows maybe you'll make a nice paperweight for Churchill's desk?" Shaking her head, she revved up the bike driving with all haste out of the dig site and back home to her darling Susie.
Btw here are some of the uniforms Elizabeth "liberated" from her enemies:
