The Ambush ( Pt 1 )

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The Ambush Pt I
by Lord-Storm,




1943 French-Dutch border.

The Dark Mercedes staff car with the SS pennants stood unmoving. On the back seat motionless and staring impassively ahead was Kapitan Ilsa von Sturm, a beautiful blue eyed Blonde,hair pulled into a tidy ponytail held by a silken ribbon beneath her Uniform peaked cap,her Black leather gloved hands rested in her lap, as she sat stoic and still a feminine hand resting on her black skirted thigh, which unconsciously stroked the suspender strap beneath. The owner of the hand held a silenced pistol against Ilsa's soft pretty neck, just above her collar of her black uniform tunic. In the front of the car in the late afternoon sun Corporal Anna Klein, the Kapitans bodyguard, a 27 year old attractive brunette, her dark hair in a plaited bun beneath her forage cap sat in her webbing and dark SS uniform grey eyes staring ahead, gloved hands raised, the cold metal of the sub machine gun against her cheek through the open passenger window, beside her the equally hot looking Private Helga Fischer, her wavy flame Red hair touching the collar of her form fitting tunic, sat gloved hands raised looking at the events unfolding before her soft Brown eyes. The Small Army truck which had been ahead and which stopped for the vehicle blocking its path, was now being emptied of its occupants 8 pretty Luftwaffe girls in their blue uniforms, forage caps, dress heels and grey stockings, who were ordered to jump down, then ushered to the edge of the wooded road at gunpoint by the fierce looking group of resistance fighters and several women who looked out of place to the SS Kapitan. As the cars occupants watched the Luftwaffe girls were joined by the female sergeant and driver of the truck.

Ilsa and her girls could not hear what was going but it soon became apparent as the abrupt movement of the weapons trained on the Uniformed women up and down indicated that they were being ordered to take off their clothes and the SS girls watched with a mixture of contempt, fascination and a tinge of excitement as the rapid, methodical strip of the German girls took place leather gloves and forage caps removed and gathered up quickly as were the smart form fitting tunics as they were unbuttoned from the curvy forms of the aray of blondes, brunettes and mousy brown haired and red heads their hair in various neat styles, Soon the crisp tight pale blue cotton shirts hugging figures, pulled taut across bust with black ties were exposed. A reluctant slowing of the uniform removal resulted in shouting and the indication with the guns that the knee length skirts would be next. The Luftwaffe girls reached around unfastening the clasp at the waist of their skirts then drawing down the zippers, the n either shimmying the garments over shapely hips or dropping them to the ground, those few wearing full or half slips made to remove them so suddenly their were 9 nubile, leggy Luftwaffe privates and a dark haired a sergeant all standing in white bullet brassieres or longline bras along with long leg girdles stockings held by suspender tabs inside the legs or panty girdles with suspender straps anchoring their grey nylon stockings, most of the underwear with powder blue or lemon coloured panels or floral print with matching patterns on the bras, only the sergeant in a black conical bra, girdle and waist cinching suspender belt, stood out. With the resistance girls now dressing in the recently purloined uniforms, the Luftwaffe girls were forced to put their hands on heads, as wading was packed to full in mouths, before cleave gags were pulled tightly between moist lips. Now moaning through gags the girls were turned towards the woods , whereupon their arms were pulled from atop of heads and wrist quickly crossed then bound securely behind backs. Turned back face their captors the German girls were forced to sit, then each was tied across bra straps and chest with turns below bust, pinning upper arms to torso's. The girls court shoes and the sergeant and drivers black mid calf boots were removed before stocking clad legs were secured at the ankles, below and above the knees, whilst the real Luftwaffe girls and the SS women watched the impostors stripped to their underwear, rolled grey stockings up legs clipping suspenders before dressing in the stolen uniforms, gloves, boots and shoes.
As this took place more armed women began to lift the bound , gagged stocking and underwear clad Luftwaffe girls underarms and around silky ankles then throw them none to gently onto the trucks floor some landing on top of each other until the road was clear and only the muffled mewling of the real military girls was barely audible.

"Don't Worry" smirked the woman holding Ilsa hostage said in perfect German "it will be your turn soon" said as she clamped an ether soaked cloth over the blonde officers mouth and nose, the German Kapitans futile struggles subsiding as she rapidly lost consciousness.

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