Elizabeth Burrows and the Ark of the Covenant:- A Wolfenstein USB Tale (Based on an Original Idea by hshws)

[Stormtrooper1990]

We are back for SOE agent Elizabeth Burrows third outing retrieving occult artifacts from the clutches of the Third Reich. Here she is about to be dropped into Southern France on a mission to steal the Ark of the Covenant which is set to be transported from Marseille to Berlin via rail. Teaming up with the beautiful and resourceful Collete Dúvall of the French Resistance, can our heroine stop the fabled biblical relic from falling into the hands of the Nazis which could spell disaster for the allied war effort? This is her story...



Douglas DC-10 SkyTrain, 10, 000ft above the South of France, Saturday 15th June 1943, 19:00pm


"It makes a nice change, having a smooth run instead of being peppered by flak, Lizzie!" Shouted Susan Bellamy over the din of the twin Pratt and Whitney agents as she made her way gently down the aircraft, her trim figure hugged by the dark blue ATA uniform she wore auburn locks covered by the leather pilots cap and goggles she wore. "That would be because all of Hitlers forces are either concentrated to the east or to repelling our invasion of Italy, love. Hitler doesn't put much strategic value in this place and most of the Nazis here are either sunning themselves or enjoying the local french beauties. None of which compared to you, Susie my love!" Elizabeth Burrows shouted back seated and making last minute checks to her chute. Sitting next to her, Susan kissed her girlfriend on the lips before growing over the mission one last time." Flatterer." She teased opening up the dossier.


"Okay. We are dropping you on the outskirts of Marseille near a village called La Savine. Your contact on the ground is a local French Resistance member called Collete Dúvall, who by all accounts is a specialist in covert operations. She will meet you at the drop site...." She indicated a small field just outside of La Savine, then traced her finger south. "...and together the two of you will infiltrate the Saint-Joseph le Castellas marshalling yards just outside of Marseille, where the Nazis are loading the Ark for shipment to Berlin. Any questions, dear?" Elizabeth nodded. "What's the challenge and countersign?" Susie winked mischievously. "Oh you'll like this love. The challenge is 'Who won the Battle of Waterloo?" She stopped stifling a snigger. "With the counter being 'It definitely wasn't Napoleon." Elizabeth burst out laughing. "The Frenchie is just going to love that one." When the laughter died down, she leaned in to kiss her beloved Susie passionately.


"Come back home alive and into my arms in one piece, my love." The beautiful red headed Susie purred pulling out of the embrace before rising and making her way back to the cockpit. "Don't worry, sweetheart. We will be back in London curled up beneath the sheets in no time!" She yelled back feeling the warm breeze of Provence caress her face as she leaned out of the door. "I will hold you to that, Lizzie." Then came the flash of the green light in her periphery above the door. "Green light go!" Cried her sweet Susie as Elizabeth leapt from the plane into the warm french evening.


Tugging her chord, Elizabeth felt the familiar tug behind her navel as the white silk parachute deployed arresting her free fall and bringing her safely down towards the waiting French countryside. Seeing the ground rush up to greet her, she tucked her legs and rolled as she hit the ground landing with feline grace.


The French Countryside, 2km east of La Savine, 19:10pm


Unclipping the parachute from her back, Elizabeth looked up to see a light ahead of her coming from a small copse of trees flicking on and off a greeting in morse code. Returning her greetings she rolled up her parachute concealing it in the bushes before checking her welrod pistol, chambering a round she replaced her sidearm before heading towards the lights crouching low to avoid detection.


She arrived to see a young pretty brunette leaning against a motorcycle, taking a long drag from her cigarette. The girl was attractive with slightly tanned classical heart shaped features and high cheekbones with striking almond shaped blue eyes framed by her dark brown hair braided into pigtails under a leather flat peaked cap. Her trim athletic figure covered by a leather jacket the resistance armband above her right elbow, jeans and red flannel blouse with leather ankle heels boots. Elizabeth had to admit she exuded a certain sex appeal and looked like she knew how to use the silenced sten looped across her back. The brunette blew out a steady stream of smoke, looking her up and down with a suggestive eye.


"Who won the Battle of Waterloo?" Elizabeth asked with one hand on her welrod pistol as the brunette sighed dropping her cigarette and stubbing it with her boot. "It definitely wasn't Napoleon." She replied sardonically reaching across to shake Elizabeth's hand. "You rosbif's and your sense of humour. One day it will be the death of you. Collete Dúvall, French Resistance at your service mademoiselle..." Elizabeth took her hand in a firm to respectful grip. "Elizabeth Burrows, SOE. Apologies about the countersign, it wasn't by choice." Collete shrugged waving a dismissive hand. "Oh Ne vous faites pas. All water under the bridge, at least they sent me someone who looks like she can...handle herself and is blonde to boot." She gently flirted before reaching into a bag strapped to the rear fender of her bike. Despite herself, Liz found herself warming to the frenchwoman but detected an odd note of angst in her voice. "Here..." Collete said handing her a pile of plainclothes; another leather jacket, pair of jeans blue shirt and boots. "...it wouldn't do for us to get killed before we even get there. And you wearing..." she gestured lip curling at Liz's green battledress. "...whatever the hell that's supposed to be you're wearing. You can get dressed behind that tree. And bury that monstrosity you're wearing, I hate the colour green." She jerked her thumb behind her. "Promise I won't peak." She winked suggestively as Liz brushed past her. As she stripped, Liz could feel the frenchwoman's eyes all over her.


Once she was finished burying her battledress, Liz returned to Collete who was already straddling her bike. "Well don't you look a picture, my dear English. You remind me of someone I once knew..." She looked away wistfully for a second and for a moment Liz caught the glimmer of sadness in her bright blue eyes. "...ah, get on. We've got a long way to go yet and hopefully the Nazi haven't moved the ark yet. It's a short drive and that should give us plenty of time to get to know one another." Hopping on behind Collete, Liz wrapped her arms around Collete's slim waist. "Hmm, you have such a firm grip ma cherie. A little lower and anything could happen." The brunette purred before she throttled her bike driving onto the main road.


En route to the St Joseph le Castellas Marshalling Yards 19:27pm


So, Liz! May I call you Liz?!" Collete yelled over the loud roar of her Enfield bike, as Liz nodded. "What's your stance on the nazi!? Do you just kill them and steal their uniforms?! Or take them down gently with a sleeperhold and have a little fun with them first?!" Liz thought for a moment before answering. "I take them down gently and pose them in humiliating positions for their bosses to find. Public humiliation is better than death for these Nazi pricks, don't you agree?!" Collete nodded her head. "Sure it is..." The girl muttered under her breath just audible for Liz's ears. Clearing her throat the frenchwoman changed the subject.


"Are you single by any chance, Elizabeth?! Any man or woman back home to keep you warm?!" Yelled curiously over the dull throaty engine stressing the second word. Caught unawares by the suddenness of the question Liz breathed deeply, feeling the warm Mediterranean air caress her skin. "I have a girlfriend yes, my sweet Susie Bellamy. She's a pilot with the ATA and flies me to my missions. A beautiful auburn haired English rose. We've been dating for two years now and I love her dearly!" In front her Collete sighed wistfully. "Ah redheads. I have a weakness for redheads myself but I always preferred blondes. Well, Susie is a very lucky girl to land a looker like you and I can't say I'am not jealous. Hey maybe the next time in London we could all hook up..." Liz chuckled shaking her head. "Sorry to disappoint but I'am a one woman kind of woman." Collete sighed. "Spoilsport..." She cursed under her breath.


As they rounded a corner, Collete sighed. "You know I was in love once, before the war started." Unsure how to react to the sudden small talk from the resistance fighter, Liz decided to humour her. "Oh really? What was her name?" Collete paused for a moment taking another sharp bend, the memory clearly painful. "Yvétte Dubois, a blonde beauty with an impressive rack and tight perky ass, I made out with her in this very bike." Liz looked down between her legs at the seat, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. "We have...had...been dating since 1940 until the nazi invaded and my people lost their balls to form the Vichy to appease them. When I told her I was joining the resistance to fight back, the stupid girl goes and joins the Vichy regime. Calling it her patriotic duty!" The girl yelled angrily her voice getting more shriller and choked with tears. "Not only did she break my heart she tore it out! But at least she didn't sell me out!" Liz didn't quite now what to say, instead opting to let Collete continue. "Then I get a letter from her not six months ago. Saying that she joined the SS-Legionaires Français , and not to bother finding her! I couldn't believe it, the stupid girl joined the nazi just to spite me!" She sighed long and deeply. "I'am going to miss the feel of her ass in my hands and that roguish little laugh. Damn this this stupid war!" Collete yelled making Liz jump.


She gently squeezed the french woman's hips. "Collete. The war will be over soon, the allies are winning and very soon France will be liberated." The resistance fighter glanced at her over her shoulder. "But my sweet Yvétte will either be dead or in prison for being a collaborator. I would do anything to hold her in my hands again. Surely you understand?" The way that Collete stressed the word resonated within Liz, she felt a certain kinship with the lovesick french girl. "Oh it doesn't matter. We have arrived." She said with a frustrated voice as she switched off her motorcycle, nodding her head towards the brightly lit train hard across the road. Jumping off the bike, the two women hunkered down low crossing the road and evading the piercing beams of the search lights.


The Saint Joseph le Castellas Marshalling Yards, 19:55pm


As they sneaked around the perimeter, coming to a yard stacked with crates Collete took out a pair of wire cutters snipping off a section large enough to fit the both of them. Opening the gap Liz rolled through first followed by Collete who tossed in her bag before. Taking cover behind a row of crates, they espied a single lone Female SS elite guard standing in front of them. She was clad in an allover leather body suit camouflaged in the mottled greens and browns reminiscent of panzer grenadiers, belted with a iron cross belt buckle, Nazi eagle flying proud on the right breast and black combat boots her face covered by a tactical facemask with red lenses, armed with a Kar98K rifle. The only slight difference was the french tricolour on her left soldier above the swastika armband. Collete made a low sigh.


"The SS-Legionaires Français ! Poor stupid misguided girls who have turned their backs on France and joined the nazi. Not to mention out of place, according to our intelligence they should be on the eastern front. What are they doing back home?" Liz had heard the same from her intelligence brief that very morning, it was unexpected news. The sound of Collete's voice shook her back to the present "But she has a cute little ass just like my Yvétte, that's what I like about those uniforms they really show off the figure." Smiling she turned to Liz. "Right, you hang back and keep watch while I put this one to bed and steal her uniform. She's just my size, hmm funny Yvétte was. She was always stealing my jackets." She said with a wistful air as she came around the boxes creeping up on the unsuspecting sentry.


Her eyes sparing the sentry's ass an appreciative glance taking in the pleasing plum shape, Collete sprang forward like a snake coiling her arm around the woman's throat her hand on the back of her head. "Hello, ma cherie. Greetings from the resistance!" She hissed into the woman's ear tightening her grip on the woman's slender neck. "Wha...? Coll..?" The guard choked as she fought desperately to pull Collete from her shoulder, her blood flow being cut by Collete's vice like arm. "Go to sleep, dear." She smiled pushing the struggling sentries head slightly forwards. Letting out a cute choked rattle of breath that made Collete's tits perk up the elite guard slumped unconscious into her, arms falling limply by her sides. Panting with barely contained arousal, the resistance fighter lowered the sleeping girl to the ground, propping her against the crates.


With the anticipation of a schoolgirl on Christmas morning, Collete stripped down to her underwear unbuckling the guards belt and looped the woman's Kar98K rifle over her shoulder before placing her hands on the neck line of the woman's mask, pulling it up. "Let's see if you have a sweet face under that mas-Oh! Mon dieu!" She cried in surprise seeing the peaceful beautiful sleeping heart shaped face of her true love, framed by shoulder length strawberry blonde hair. "My sweet Yvié! I should have known it was you ma cherie! No other woman has an ass quite like yours!" She leaned forwards kissing her ex lover on her slack full lips. "I'am so sorry my love! I didn't hurt you did I?" She said caressing her beautiful face, which hadn't changed in three years. "Don't worry, I will have you out of that awful uniform and we can have some fun. Just like old times, well almost like old times." Giggling she unlaced Yvette's boots pulling them off along with her socks then unzipped her bodysuit.


Peeling Yvétte out of her uniform, Collete leaned her half naked ex against her clad only in her white satin lace trim knickers, the Charlemagne symbol on the gusset and SS runes on her buttocks and began by fondling Yvette's buoyant and firm breasts with pink puffy areolas eliciting moans of muffled pleasure from her ex. "Mmm, yes that's it sweet Yvié. Remember my touch, it's been too long since I last played with these."' She let out her own low gasps as she tweaked the woman's nipples. Her right hand then travelled south underneath Yvette's panties, fingers entering the warm fleshy folds of her ex's labia. "Let's see if you remember this, ma cherie." Collete purred into Yvette's ear massaging the wet folds of her womanhood. As her ex-girlfriend quivered under her touch making aroused moans of desire, Collete had lost herself in Yvétte feeling only as if it was only yesterday since they were last together. "Mhmmm, oh yes! Yvétte come back to me!" The resistance fighter said licking her Yvette's sweet tasting juices from her fingers. She then heard a voice that sounded distant at first, something like a British accent. Followed by a hand clamping on her shoulder shaking her...


"Collete?! What are you doing?!" Liz hissed shaking the young frenchwoman back to her senses who looked up right at her face bright red. "We are on a mission behind enemy lines and you're fingering a nazi?!" Collete shrugged still holding the half naked body of the blonde sentry. "Sorry, that was my ex Yvétte..." As if on cue the blonde sentry begin to stir a contented look on her face. "C-collete? That was ama-mmmmph!" Collete suddenly planted her lips onto her ex-girlfriends passionately kissing her, and gently pinching her vagus nerve at the same time. The blonde let a long muffled sigh of arousal, returning the embrace before slumping unconscious into Collete's shoulder, lips parting with an audible smack. "Mon dieu! She may be a nazi but she's still a damn good kisser!"


Pinching her nose and shaking her head, Liz watched as the lovesick frenchwoman rolled her unconscious ex onto her side glancing at her with longing. "I hope you survive this war, ma cherie. No matter whether you're Vichy, Nazi or whatever my heart will always belong to you." Liz looked nervously around not quite knowing how to response, until the silence was broken by a sharp slapping sound and a soft moan of pleasure from the unconscious Yvétte. Collete rose to her feet. "After we're done with the Ark. I might just steal her away for myself and "convince" her to swap sides." Despite the situation Liz laughed shaking her head. "That's what I like about the French. Always the optimists. Seriously though, we can't go around carrying around naked Nazi girls on our shoulders. That will raise plenty of eyebrows." Sighing, Collete took some duct tape from her bag binding and gagging Yvétte. Spotting a nearby empty crate, Collete scooped the half naked girl into her arms.


Walking over towards the crate, Collete lowered her ex lover gently inside. "I'am not giving up on you, ma cherie. We will have a little 'discussion' later and everything will be just like it was. Love you." She purred sealing the crate shut, making a note of the packing number. "You frenchies really are crazy." Liz raised her arms incredously as Collete turned to face her. "You're in love, right?" She replied walked towards Yvétte's uniform, putting it on. "Would you abandon your beloved Susie to the Nazis?" She asked sitting on the boxes lacing up her stolen boots. Liz sighed casting her mind back to Paderborn, of Susie a prisoner of Nazis, she shuddered. "No I wouldn't. I would go to hell and back for Susie. But you're forgetting I need a uniform too. Since we have a mission to complete." Collete flashed her an apologetic smile before pulling on the face mask. "Right but of course, my apologies. Follow me, stick to the shadows and we'll see about getting you a change of clothes, mon amie." Looping the rifle over her shoulder, Collete headed into the machine shop with Liz right behind her melting into the darkness.


The Machine Shop, 20:10pm


Mechanic Lotte Bauer wiped the sweat from her brow before getting back to the train axle bolt she was tightening with her spanner. "Come on you little scheisser !" She said biting her tongue as the bolt stubbornly refused to tighten. At 23, Lotte had been a Wehrmacht mechanic for three years was an attractive tomboy with slightly tanned slender features thanks to the warm Mediterranean sun, piercing stone grey eyes and an unruly mop of short jet black hair. Her petite attractive form hidden by the black jumpsuit with the nazi DAF eagle in white clutching a cog printed large on back, zipped down to expose her vest with matching symbol flashed across her ample C-cup breasts and black laced work boots. As the bolt finally moved into place, she felt a pair of hands seize her waist. Gasping in shock she span around spanner raised high to see the laughing handsome face of her boyfriend Gunther, looking sharp in his wehrmacht uniform.


"Mein gött in himmel, Gunther! Don't sneak up on me like that! I thought you were some infiltrator!" She said laughing pushing her boyfriend away playfully. Gunther chuckled drawing her closer. "You've got to have better reflexes than that if you want to be an Elite Guard, meine liebschen." Lotte sighed relaxing as she put her spanner down before putting her arms around Gunther's waist. "No chance of that here. All of the elite guards here are frenchies and I can't get a word in edgeways. You, I and your squad are the only Germans here." Gunther gently caressed her cheek. "Why haven't you joined the elite guards yet, Lotte? You've got all the necessary qualities they're looking for and already submitted your application, they would be crazy not to accept you." Lotte grinned mischievously, hands gripping his tight ass. "Well unless I have to go on maternity leave, my application should be accepted soon." Realisation crossed Gunther's chiseled features as he leaned in to kiss. "Those damn silly rules about abstaining. Well I have five minutes let's have some fun, liebschen before the elite guards swoop in and take you. Giggling Lotte met his lips in a passionate embrace. Out of the corner of her eye, Lotte saw a french SS elite guard approach them. She tapped Gunther on the shoulder.


"Oh please don't report us, mademoiselle! W-we were just...um...talking." Lotte stammered in her functional french as she and Gunther went bright red with embarrassment. The camouflaged woman merely waved a lazy hand as she stormed up to them. "Oh you don't need to worry your pretty little head about that, ma cherie. My friend here needs your clothes." Lotte blinked in surprise at the woman's reply, muffled by her facemask. "W-what the-mmpph?!" Suddenly she felt a hand clamp over her mouth to muffle her screams then an arm snake around her throat pulling her back. Lotte barely had enough time to see the elite guard bash her beloved Gunther in his face with her rifle, sending him crashing to the ground unconscious with a grunt. "Mmmph!" She screamed in terror.


"Shh! Don't fret dear, you'll join your lover boy soon." Liz hissed in the girls ears as she gently squeezed her arm around the mechanics throat, cutting the blood flow to her brain. Strangely, the pretty tomboy had begun to make soft moans of muffled arousal. Looking down she rolled her eyes to see Collete with her hands in the brunettes panties, gently massaging her clitoris with her mask off. "What are you you doing Collete? Did you all of a sudden forget about Yvétte?" Looking up, Collete shrugged licking her fingers as the mechanic let out a low muffled aroused rattle going limp in Liz's grip. "Sorry, I'am just a little bit horny after touching Yvétte so I wanted to taste this nazis pussy. You know for fun." She said pulling on her mask back on. Rolling her eyes, Liz lowered the unconscious brunette to the concrete floor and began to strip off her clothes. "Tie up the boyfriend while I strip the mechanic, then I will show you how I blow off some steam on a mission." Nodding Collete went to fetch some duct tape while Liz unlaced the girls boots.


After pulling off the mechanics boots and socks, Liz loosening the jumpsuit from the girl's shoulders peeling the garment down her petite athletic body before leaning the woman's body against her own. Holding up her arms, Liz pulled her DAF vest up over her head. "Hmm? Not bad..." Collete remarked approvingly as she looked up from taping up the boyfriend, regarding the mechanics pert well rounded breasts with perky rose petal dark pink areolas. "...but not a patch on my sweet Yvétte." Nodding Liz let the half naked unconscious brunette flop back onto the concrete, wearing only a white pair of low cut panties the nazi DAF eagle flying cheekily above her modesty on the right hip. "Nor my sweet English rose. Pass me that tape and I'll show you something I think you're going to like." She winked as she pulled on the mechanics outfit including the vest.


With the two Germans taped and bound, Vera pulled down the mechanics panties getting a good glimpse of a small cute trimmed vagina crowned with a strip of dark brown hair. Collete nodded. "She wasn't bad tasting, completely wasted on this idiot." She nudged the unconscious man with her boot. "Unfasten his trousers and pull them down with his pants then bring him over to me." Vera gestured with her head dragging the half naked unconscious mechanic by her ankles over to an empty crate. Collete knelt reluctantly by the soldier, doing as she was told. "Ew. I'am already feeling dirty doing this. Are you sure about this, Liz?" Nodding without looking at her Liz placed the brunette slumped in the crate her legs spread wide open. "Yeah trust me. Now put him on top of her, make sure their organs are touching." Averting her eyes from the half naked man's member, Collete laid him on top of his girlfriend then gasped.


"Mon dieu! Liz you were right, this is art!" She said impressed looking at the sight of the half naked lovebirds on top of each other. Liz nodded. "The way I see it, we've done them a favour. They probably wouldn't want to found for awhile to avoid embarrassment and thanks to us they might have a 'happy little accident' after having this much quality time together." Collete smirked catching the train of thought. "Plus their superiors are going to be so pissed. I see your point about humiliation being better than death. You really have a gift mon amie." Liz winked in response as she tossed her clothes along with the man's rifle over the happy couple before sealing up the crate. "Come on, we've wasted enough time here. The ark isn't going to steal itself." Nodding in agreement, Collete fell into step at Liz's shoulder as they made their way towards the central platform.


The Central Platform, The Marshalling Yards 20:20pm


"Damn it. It looks like they are already loading it onto the train and preparing for departure we need to be quick and get on that train, before it leaves the station." Said Liz as they stood opposite the armoured train, watching the crate being loaded into a cargo boxcar as more French Legion elite guards stood watching along with additional Wehrmacht troops. "And it looks like they are only letting sergeants or over board the train." Collete gestured at the officers wearing two very different uniforms; one a leather low cut leather halter top that emphasised the bust zippered at the front, with matching tight leather zipped trousers held up by a belt with a nazi eagle belt buckle and black laced boots. While the other was a zippered low cut one piece with a black totenkopf beret. They were both detailed with Panzer grenadier camouflage. "Then we need those uniforms and I think where about to get our chance." Victoria grinned as two female french SS officers emerged from the train, headed towards the ladies bathroom.


One was a striking athletic leutnant with shoulder length flame red hair framing a square freckled face and almond shaped blue eyes, an iron cross on a red ribbon gracing her neck wearing the two piece uniform. While her partner, a well endowed raven haired sergeant with her hair tied black into a bun under her beret and pale green eyes was wearing the zippered low cut one piece who also had an iron cross around her neck. The redhead was armed with the prototype MP43 assault rifle while the brunette had an MP40 looped over her shoulders. Smiling Liz turned to Collete. "Well it looks like the redhead is my size, Collete. You can take the brunette." As she made to walk across the platform, the french resistance fighter put a hand on her shoulder. "But if I take this uniform off then I will lose my Yvette's scent. It's all I have of her." Sighing Elizabeth put a consoling hand on the lovesick woman's shoulder. "Collete. After this mission, you will have the woman herself and won't be needing it anyway." Collete thought for a moment. "You have a point, mon amie. Besides she would prefer in that sergeants uniform. Lead the way." Flashing her an encouraging smile, Liz lead Collete across the tracks following the elite guards into the bathroom.


The Ladies Bathroom 20:25pm


Giggling Leutnant Nathalie Deschamps took her lovers, Sergeant Phoebe Chapúis hands and playfully kissed her on the lips leaning on the sink. "So I believe you had a surprise for me, Phoebe ma cherie." The red head purred with delight as Phoebe nuzzled her neck before pulling out. "Indeed, I do darling Nathalie..." Removing her belt she enticingly pulled down down on the zipper of her uniform. "Remember when we were on leave in Paris we toured the hosiery stores? And you fell in love with this particular sexy red lace one piece...violá!" She cried opening it out to reveal a sexy crimson lace one piece with built in bustier. Nathalie squealed in delight. "You've only gone and brought it! That's my girl!" She passionately kissed her lover before looking suggestively to her hips. "Well if you take a look down south I have a little surprise for you..." Gasping she unzipped Nathalie's pants pulling them off her hips to reveal a pair of expensive black french lace low waist panties. Kneeling Phoebe caressed her lovers vagina through the gusset making the leutnant moan with pleasure. "I-i knew you'd like them, ma cherieee..." She gently squealed her dark haired lover looking up at her smiling.


"Do you think we have time for me to properly...thank you for this gift, Nathalie?" Glancing at the door she sighed. "Well the train departs in ten minutes, Phoebe. I'am not sure if we have time." Phoebe giggled pulling down her knickers to expose her full clean shaven pink vagina. "We've done it with a lot less, ma cherie." Smiling Nathalie shrugged. "What the hell! Let's do itttt. Ah oh my..." She moaned feeling her lovers tongue probe the fleshy folds on for labia, her back arched in pleasure as she fought to keep her sounds of pleasure quiet and closing her eyes. "Yes, Phoebe, yes..." . Suddenly, she felt Phoebe's face go fully in between her legs then muffled cries from below. "Whoa? Steady on ma cherie..." Nathalie opened her eyes "...we are in a rush but there's..." Her voice trailing off as she saw a fully uniformed Elite Guard choking out her girlfriend, muffling her cries with Nathalie's own sex. "What's happening...oh oh...?" She said close to orgasm as a gorgeous blonde dressed in a mechanics overalls grasped a hand around her throat, then another around her mouth muffling her cries of arousal. Feeling a hard pinch on her vagus nerve, a nerve that she knew only too well in she and Phoebe's love making, Nathalie let out long muffled squeal of pain mixed with pleasure before slumping unconscious having achieved a full orgasm in her lovers face.


"Why is it that I'am always running into lovers?" Asked Liz as she and Collete dragged the unconscious women into separate cubicles. "It's France, mon amie. The nation of lovers, what did you expect? We're not prudes like the nazi." Answered Collete from next door as Liz stripped off her mechanics before getting to work stripping the rest of the leutnant's toned athletic body. "At least you did half my work for me, dear." She quipped pulling off the woman's boots and pants, before yanking off her iron cross. Putting on the medal, pants and boots Liz unzipped Nathalie's top. "And why am I not surprised you're not wearing any support. At least Susie will like me in this get up." She said opening out the garment to reveal firm well rounded freckled breasts with puffy slightly pointed pink areolas. After quickly putting on the leutnant's uniform, Liz saw the last of the duct tape being shoved under the cubicle. "So what do you have in mind for these lovebirds, Liz?" Asked Collete as Liz tore off strips of tape binding the naked nazi's limbs and mouth. "If you liked what I did to the other two. Then you'll love this, bring the brunette round." She laughed patting the cheek of the sleeping redhead.


Now dressed in the uniform of the brunette, Collete dragged the bound brunette around to the cubicle as Liz sat the redheaded leutnant on the toilet bowl panties down around her ankles. "Now place the brunette in-between our redheads legs so they can have some private ladies time." Collete sniggered as she placed the woman's head in-between her lovers legs. "I would love to see the look on the face of nazi that finds them." Vera closed the door on the bound unconscious women before clapping a hand on Collete's shoulder. "Come on. We have a train to catch and an ark to save." Snatching up the Elite Guards weapons, the two women swept from the bathroom.


The Train Platform 20:33pm


Hearing the sound of the trains whistle, Liz and Collete quickly rushed onto the train blending in with the other elite guards and Wehrmacht troops who boarded the train. Finding a small cabin the two agents sat down feeling the tug behind their navel as the train shunted forward with a grinding of wheels beginning to pick up speed. "Right phase 2. I have members of my cell waiting at an abandoned train station just beyond the town of Manosque, ready to meet us." Collete grinned "We need to make our way to the rear of the train and uncouple the car with the ark when we reach them. They pick us up and the ark then we're home free." Liz nodded as the two rose. "Then lead the way, mon amie." She winked as the two left the compartment.


The Supply Train, Provence 20:46pm


Using their disguises to move through the train exchanging a few nods with some elite guards, Liz and Collete found their way to the end cargo boxcar the wind rippling through their hair as they jumped from the supply car. "Alright the in next couple of stops is Manosque!" Collete yelled over the rushing air. "We'll need to begin uncoupling the car now or we'll never make it! Remember when we arrive at the station, we cry libertie! so we don't get shot. Understood!?" Liz nodded mouthing a "Yes!" As the two women began to uncouple the cars.


The Women's Bathroom, The Marshalling Yards, The Same Moment


Pretty blonde mechanic Trudl Zimmerman entered the womens bathroom finding the need to void her bladder and for safety. It didn't help the fact that the train yard was on high alert after both the discovery of her best friend Lotte and her boyfriend Gunther in a compromising position in a crate but also of an half naked SS elite guard who was found in the same manner. The weird thing being that both their uniforms were missing. Now it seems that their were two suspected female allied infiltrators in the station. Trudl couldn't help but wonder at the thought of what it would be like to be assaulted by a strong woman and being stripped. I must admit, I'am rather aroused by the whole idea...What was that? She froze as she heard what sounded like the muffled aroused cries of women from one of the cubicles ahead.


Starting cautiously forward, Trudl approached the cubicle door, slightly ajar and pushed it open. She gasped as she saw two taped up women, clad only in expensive lace underwear. One a brunette wearing a crimson one piece had her head in the redheads crotch both women screamed through their gags indignantly as Trudl took time in admiring the arousing spectacle that perked up her tits and set her loins a flame, before running from the bathroom.


"Hey watch you're going grease monkey! Don't you know there's infiltrators about!" Yelled the first of two French Legion SS elite guards in poorly accented German through her gasmask as Trudl ran right into them outside the bathroom. "T-there's two naked women tied up in there! You must help!" She said breathlessly pointing into the bathroom. The second woman also covered head to foot in camouflaged leather sighed. "This better not be a joke, mademoiselle." Her voice spoke with a hint of menace through her facemask. "We've already caught enough stick from Herr Kessler tonight." Trudl shook her head leading the guards inside.

As she showed them the struggling women gasmask knelt by them cutting off their binds. "Merde! That's Lieutenant Deschamps and Sergeant Chapuis! Their supposed to be on the train!" The second guard swore loudly. "Damn it! I will radio the train and tell them they have imposters aboard!" Quickly she turned on her heels and out of the room.


The Supply Train, near Manosque Station 20:54pm


Cupping her hand, Collete flicked her torch twice at the approaching station smiling as she received a signal back. "Right, our rides here. That's get this done and we're home free!" Looking up, Liz's face turned grave as she noticed the train becoming a hive of activity ahead of them. "Shit. I don't like the look of that. There's a lot of pissed off Nazis heading right for us." She said gesturing with her head, following her glance Collete sighed. "Damn it! I still need to uncouple the car from that side! We won't make it unless..." A look of resignation coming over her face, the french resistance agent suddenly kissed Liz on her lips then hopped over the dividing support. "Wait?! Collete what are you doing!?" Collete shook her head as she uncoupled the cars. "We both won't make it unless the cars are uncoupled from both sides, I'am sorry mon amie but this is your stop." Suddenly the sharp clanking of the cars uncoupling tore the car from the rest of the train. "No Collete jump! You can still make it!" Liz shouted as the distance between them grew. Collete smiled and shouted back. "You have a lady love to go back home to, Liz! You get home, hold her close and give her kiss from me! Say "Collete Dúvall sends her love! Libertie! Egalitie! Fraternite!" Liz found tears welling from her eyes as Collete became a small blip from the horizon, the last thing she saw of her were nazi hands pulling her back inside the train. Then the box car squealed to a halt at the station.


Manosque Station 21:00pm


Wiping her eyes Liz hopped from the train car, only to be surrounded by at least five beams of torches from the resistance fighters all female and all had their sten guns raised. Raising her hands up, Liz took a deep breath. "Liberty!" She cried the challenge word. The women relaxed as their leader, an attractive middle aged woman with long slightly greying hair, emerged from behind her torch. "Equality. Fraternity. Trust my countrymen to overlook liberty is female." She signalled two of her girls to unload the boxcar, Liz lowered her hand shaking the woman's. "Well met, English. My name is Dreyfus, Collete's cell leader. Were is she? I don't see her with you." Liz breath shuddered slightly a lump in her throat. " Elizabeth Burrows. I'am sorry but she didn't make it. The Nazis captured her on the train after she sacrificed herself for me." Dreyfus sighed. "Merde! She will be missed, Collete was our best covert exchange. Even if she wouldn't shut up about that ex-girlfriend of hers." Liz laughed at the memory as Dreyfus led her to the idling truck, it's high beams piercing the gloom. "We have a change of clothes in the back, so you can freshen up and get out of that nazi...whatever it's supposed to be. It will be a long drive to Switzerland after all. Now if you'd excuse me I have supervise my girls with that holy relic before they call the wrath of God on our heads." Dreyfus said walking away to the struggling resistance girls as Liz clambered into the back of the truck stripping off her stolen uniform.



10 minutes Later


With the Ark loaded into the back of the truck, unnerving the resistance fighters with the strange divine humming coming from the crate, Liz clambered into the passenger seat looking back down the darkened track sighing. Sensing her discomfort, Dreyfus placed a hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry, mon amie. Knowing Collete she's already working on a plan to escape." She smiled before putting the truck into gear. Grinning despite herself, Liz began to sing "We'll Meet Again..." her and Susie's favourite song as the truck drove away into the darkness. I sure hope sure and Yvétte make it. They deserve to be happy... She thought closing her eyes and leaning into the seat singing that song.

[meditions142]

Outstanding story!

As Liz noted with her question "Why is it that I'am always running into lovers?" it was an interesting touch that basically everyone was a lover. Starting with Collete actually unknowingly knocking out Yvette. Or Lotte and her boyfriend or Nathalie and Phoebe. Love was in the air!

And great stuff. Love the Collete knew the Vagus Nerve Pinch. Also interesting that Nathalie knew about the Vague nerve because she and Phoebe obviously used it to stipulate each other. As you say, "feeling a hard pinch on her vagus nerve, a nerve that she knew only too well in she and Phoebe's love making". And love to imaging Nathalie orgasming right into Phoebe's face.

I also really like the idea that as Liz was knocking Lotte out she hears moans of arousal and looks down to see Collete pleasuring Lotte. Very sexy and funny at the same time.

Great story!

[Stormtrooper1990]

Outstanding story!

As Liz noted with her question "Why is it that I'am always running into lovers?" it was an interesting touch that basically everyone was a lover. Starting with Collete actually unknowingly knocking out Yvette. Or Lotte and her boyfriend or Nathalie and Phoebe. Love was in the air!

And great stuff. Love the Collete knew the Vagus Nerve Pinch. Also interesting that Nathalie knew about the Vague nerve because she and Phoebe obviously used it to stipulate each other. As you say, "feeling a hard pinch on her vagus nerve, a nerve that she knew only too well in she and Phoebe's love making". And love to imaging Nathalie orgasming right into Phoebe's face.

I also really like the idea that as Liz was knocking Lotte out she hears moans of arousal and looks down to see Collete pleasuring Lotte. Very sexy and funny at the same time.

Great story!

Thanks my friend, glad you enjoyed the story!

Indeed, I only just noticed that today is Valentine's Day and by a curious twist of fate I posted the story today of all days, despite the story being two weeks in the making. Also Liz's comment echoed the theme throughout the series that Liz ( and whoever she's partnered with) happena to come across lovesick nazis whereever they travel. And it's most fitting given it IS Valentine's Day.


Yep, just like Nathalie Collete knew all about the vagus nerve pinch from her relationship with Yvétte and administered it slowly to get the most out of her time with her ex and to ensure she didn't hurt her too much. After all, she's still in love with Yvétte despite her current career path. But such knowledge is beneficial when your a master infiltrator. For Nathalie I thought it would be a fun variation for the victim to know exactly what was happening to her, since I think this only heightened the woman's sex drive making her easy prey for Liz's pinch. Glad you did, that was a fun scene to write. I hope that Phoebe got to experience her girlfriend orgasming into her face before she slumped unconscious, it's a very arousing thought.


Thanks, Collete was just a little bit horny after being reunited with her lost love so I thought it would be a nice touch for her to pleasure Lotte and make her experience of being choked unconscious a little more pleasurable. Plus, she's putting into practice her method of playfully exploring the nazi girl like Morgan did during the Steakhouse story. In fact Collete was partly inspired by Morgan but not to the same extent as her.


Thanks again for the kind words and compliments my friend, it's much appreciated!

[hshws]

We are back for SOE agent Elizabeth Burrows third outing retrieving occult artifacts from the clutches of the Third Reich. Here she is about to be dropped into Southern France on a mission to steal the Ark of the Covenant which is set to be transported from Marseille to Berlin via rail. Teaming up with the beautiful and resourceful Collete Dúvall of the French Resistance, can our heroine stop the fabled biblical relic from falling into the hands of the Nazis which could spell disaster for the allied war effort? This is her story...



Douglas DC-10 SkyTrain, 10, 000ft above the South of France, Saturday 15th June 1943, 19:00pm


"It makes a nice change, having a smooth run instead of being peppered by flak, Lizzie!" Shouted Susan Bellamy over the din of the twin Pratt and Whitney agents as she made her way gently down the aircraft, her trim figure hugged by the dark blue ATA uniform she wore auburn locks covered by the leather pilots cap and goggles she wore. "That would be because all of Hitlers forces are either concentrated to the east or to repelling our invasion of Italy, love. Hitler doesn't put much strategic value in this place and most of the Nazis here are either sunning themselves or enjoying the local french beauties. None of which compared to you, Susie my love!" Elizabeth Burrows shouted back seated and making last minute checks to her chute. Sitting next to her, Susan kissed her girlfriend on the lips before growing over the mission one last time." Flatterer." She teased opening up the dossier.


"Okay. We are dropping you on the outskirts of Marseille near a village called La Savine. Your contact on the ground is a local French Resistance member called Collete Dúvall, who by all accounts is a specialist in covert operations. She will meet you at the drop site...." She indicated a small field just outside of La Savine, then traced her finger south. "...and together the two of you will infiltrate the Saint-Joseph le Castellas marshalling yards just outside of Marseille, where the Nazis are loading the Ark for shipment to Berlin. Any questions, dear?" Elizabeth nodded. "What's the challenge and countersign?" Susie winked mischievously. "Oh you'll like this love. The challenge is 'Who won the Battle of Waterloo?" She stopped stifling a snigger. "With the counter being 'It definitely wasn't Napoleon." Elizabeth burst out laughing. "The Frenchie is just going to love that one." When the laughter died down, she leaned in to kiss her beloved Susie passionately.


"Come back home alive and into my arms in one piece, my love." The beautiful red headed Susie purred pulling out of the embrace before rising and making her way back to the cockpit. "Don't worry, sweetheart. We will be back in London curled up beneath the sheets in no time!" She yelled back feeling the warm breeze of Provence caress her face as she leaned out of the door. "I will hold you to that, Lizzie." Then came the flash of the green light in her periphery above the door. "Green light go!" Cried her sweet Susie as Elizabeth leapt from the plane into the warm french evening.


Tugging her chord, Elizabeth felt the familiar tug behind her navel as the white silk parachute deployed arresting her free fall and bringing her safely down towards the waiting French countryside. Seeing the ground rush up to greet her, she tucked her legs and rolled as she hit the ground landing with feline grace.


The French Countryside, 2km east of La Savine, 19:10pm


Unclipping the parachute from her back, Elizabeth looked up to see a light ahead of her coming from a small copse of trees flicking on and off a greeting in morse code. Returning her greetings she rolled up her parachute concealing it in the bushes before checking her welrod pistol, chambering a round she replaced her sidearm before heading towards the lights crouching low to avoid detection.


She arrived to see a young pretty brunette leaning against a motorcycle, taking a long drag from her cigarette. The girl was attractive with slightly tanned classical heart shaped features and high cheekbones with striking almond shaped blue eyes framed by her dark brown hair braided into pigtails under a leather flat peaked cap. Her trim athletic figure covered by a leather jacket the resistance armband above her right elbow, jeans and red flannel blouse with leather ankle heels boots. Elizabeth had to admit she exuded a certain sex appeal and looked like she knew how to use the silenced sten looped across her back. The brunette blew out a steady stream of smoke, looking her up and down with a suggestive eye.


"Who won the Battle of Waterloo?" Elizabeth asked with one hand on her welrod pistol as the brunette sighed dropping her cigarette and stubbing it with her boot. "It definitely wasn't Napoleon." She replied sardonically reaching across to shake Elizabeth's hand. "You rosbif's and your sense of humour. One day it will be the death of you. Collete Dúvall, French Resistance at your service mademoiselle..." Elizabeth took her hand in a firm to respectful grip. "Elizabeth Burrows, SOE. Apologies about the countersign, it wasn't by choice." Collete shrugged waving a dismissive hand. "Oh Ne vous faites pas. All water under the bridge, at least they sent me someone who looks like she can...handle herself and is blonde to boot." She gently flirted before reaching into a bag strapped to the rear fender of her bike. Despite herself, Liz found herself warming to the frenchwoman but detected an odd note of angst in her voice. "Here..." Collete said handing her a pile of plainclothes; another leather jacket, pair of jeans blue shirt and boots. "...it wouldn't do for us to get killed before we even get there. And you wearing..." she gestured lip curling at Liz's green battledress. "...whatever the hell that's supposed to be you're wearing. You can get dressed behind that tree. And bury that monstrosity you're wearing, I hate the colour green." She jerked her thumb behind her. "Promise I won't peak." She winked suggestively as Liz brushed past her. As she stripped, Liz could feel the frenchwoman's eyes all over her.


Once she was finished burying her battledress, Liz returned to Collete who was already straddling her bike. "Well don't you look a picture, my dear English. You remind me of someone I once knew..." She looked away wistfully for a second and for a moment Liz caught the glimmer of sadness in her bright blue eyes. "...ah, get on. We've got a long way to go yet and hopefully the Nazi haven't moved the ark yet. It's a short drive and that should give us plenty of time to get to know one another." Hopping on behind Collete, Liz wrapped her arms around Collete's slim waist. "Hmm, you have such a firm grip ma cherie. A little lower and anything could happen." The brunette purred before she throttled her bike driving onto the main road.


En route to the St Joseph le Castellas Marshalling Yards 19:27pm


So, Liz! May I call you Liz?!" Collete yelled over the loud roar of her Enfield bike, as Liz nodded. "What's your stance on the nazi!? Do you just kill them and steal their uniforms?! Or take them down gently with a sleeperhold and have a little fun with them first?!" Liz thought for a moment before answering. "I take them down gently and pose them in humiliating positions for their bosses to find. Public humiliation is better than death for these Nazi pricks, don't you agree?!" Collete nodded her head. "Sure it is..." The girl muttered under her breath just audible for Liz's ears. Clearing her throat the frenchwoman changed the subject.


"Are you single by any chance, Elizabeth?! Any man or woman back home to keep you warm?!" Yelled curiously over the dull throaty engine stressing the second word. Caught unawares by the suddenness of the question Liz breathed deeply, feeling the warm Mediterranean air caress her skin. "I have a girlfriend yes, my sweet Susie Bellamy. She's a pilot with the ATA and flies me to my missions. A beautiful auburn haired English rose. We've been dating for two years now and I love her dearly!" In front her Collete sighed wistfully. "Ah redheads. I have a weakness for redheads myself but I always preferred blondes. Well, Susie is a very lucky girl to land a looker like you and I can't say I'am not jealous. Hey maybe the next time in London we could all hook up..." Liz chuckled shaking her head. "Sorry to disappoint but I'am a one woman kind of woman." Collete sighed. "Spoilsport..." She cursed under her breath.


As they rounded a corner, Collete sighed. "You know I was in love once, before the war started." Unsure how to react to the sudden small talk from the resistance fighter, Liz decided to humour her. "Oh really? What was her name?" Collete paused for a moment taking another sharp bend, the memory clearly painful. "Yvétte Dubois, a blonde beauty with an impressive rack and tight perky ass, I made out with her in this very bike." Liz looked down between her legs at the seat, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. "We have...had...been dating since 1940 until the nazi invaded and my people lost their balls to form the Vichy to appease them. When I told her I was joining the resistance to fight back, the stupid girl goes and joins the Vichy regime. Calling it her patriotic duty!" The girl yelled angrily her voice getting more shriller and choked with tears. "Not only did she break my heart she tore it out! But at least she didn't sell me out!" Liz didn't quite now what to say, instead opting to let Collete continue. "Then I get a letter from her not six months ago. Saying that she joined the SS-Legionaires Français , and not to bother finding her! I couldn't believe it, the stupid girl joined the nazi just to spite me!" She sighed long and deeply. "I'am going to miss the feel of her ass in my hands and that roguish little laugh. Damn this this stupid war!" Collete yelled making Liz jump.


She gently squeezed the french woman's hips. "Collete. The war will be over soon, the allies are winning and very soon France will be liberated." The resistance fighter glanced at her over her shoulder. "But my sweet Yvétte will either be dead or in prison for being a collaborator. I would do anything to hold her in my hands again. Surely you understand?" The way that Collete stressed the word resonated within Liz, she felt a certain kinship with the lovesick french girl. "Oh it doesn't matter. We have arrived." She said with a frustrated voice as she switched off her motorcycle, nodding her head towards the brightly lit train hard across the road. Jumping off the bike, the two women hunkered down low crossing the road and evading the piercing beams of the search lights.


The Saint Joseph le Castellas Marshalling Yards, 19:55pm


As they sneaked around the perimeter, coming to a yard stacked with crates Collete took out a pair of wire cutters snipping off a section large enough to fit the both of them. Opening the gap Liz rolled through first followed by Collete who tossed in her bag before. Taking cover behind a row of crates, they espied a single lone Female SS elite guard standing in front of them. She was clad in an allover leather body suit camouflaged in the mottled greens and browns reminiscent of panzer grenadiers, belted with a iron cross belt buckle, Nazi eagle flying proud on the right breast and black combat boots her face covered by a tactical facemask with red lenses, armed with a Kar98K rifle. The only slight difference was the french tricolour on her left soldier above the swastika armband. Collete made a low sigh.


"The SS-Legionaires Français ! Poor stupid misguided girls who have turned their backs on France and joined the nazi. Not to mention out of place, according to our intelligence they should be on the eastern front. What are they doing back home?" Liz had heard the same from her intelligence brief that very morning, it was unexpected news. The sound of Collete's voice shook her back to the present "But she has a cute little ass just like my Yvétte, that's what I like about those uniforms they really show off the figure." Smiling she turned to Liz. "Right, you hang back and keep watch while I put this one to bed and steal her uniform. She's just my size, hmm funny Yvétte was. She was always stealing my jackets." She said with a wistful air as she came around the boxes creeping up on the unsuspecting sentry.


Her eyes sparing the sentry's ass an appreciative glance taking in the pleasing plum shape, Collete sprang forward like a snake coiling her arm around the woman's throat her hand on the back of her head. "Hello, ma cherie. Greetings from the resistance!" She hissed into the woman's ear tightening her grip on the woman's slender neck. "Wha...? Coll..?" The guard choked as she fought desperately to pull Collete from her shoulder, her blood flow being cut by Collete's vice like arm. "Go to sleep, dear." She smiled pushing the struggling sentries head slightly forwards. Letting out a cute choked rattle of breath that made Collete's tits perk up the elite guard slumped unconscious into her, arms falling limply by her sides. Panting with barely contained arousal, the resistance fighter lowered the sleeping girl to the ground, propping her against the crates.


With the anticipation of a schoolgirl on Christmas morning, Collete stripped down to her underwear unbuckling the guards belt and looped the woman's Kar98K rifle over her shoulder before placing her hands on the neck line of the woman's mask, pulling it up. "Let's see if you have a sweet face under that mas-Oh! Mon dieu!" She cried in surprise seeing the peaceful beautiful sleeping heart shaped face of her true love, framed by shoulder length strawberry blonde hair. "My sweet Yvié! I should have known it was you ma cherie! No other woman has an ass quite like yours!" She leaned forwards kissing her ex lover on her slack full lips. "I'am so sorry my love! I didn't hurt you did I?" She said caressing her beautiful face, which hadn't changed in three years. "Don't worry, I will have you out of that awful uniform and we can have some fun. Just like old times, well almost like old times." Giggling she unlaced Yvette's boots pulling them off along with her socks then unzipped her bodysuit.


Peeling Yvétte out of her uniform, Collete leaned her half naked ex against her clad only in her white satin lace trim knickers, the Charlemagne symbol on the gusset and SS runes on her buttocks and began by fondling Yvette's buoyant and firm breasts with pink puffy areolas eliciting moans of muffled pleasure from her ex. "Mmm, yes that's it sweet Yvié. Remember my touch, it's been too long since I last played with these."' She let out her own low gasps as she tweaked the woman's nipples. Her right hand then travelled south underneath Yvette's panties, fingers entering the warm fleshy folds of her ex's labia. "Let's see if you remember this, ma cherie." Collete purred into Yvette's ear massaging the wet folds of her womanhood. As her ex-girlfriend quivered under her touch making aroused moans of desire, Collete had lost herself in Yvétte feeling only as if it was only yesterday since they were last together. "Mhmmm, oh yes! Yvétte come back to me!" The resistance fighter said licking her Yvette's sweet tasting juices from her fingers. She then heard a voice that sounded distant at first, something like a British accent. Followed by a hand clamping on her shoulder shaking her...


"Collete?! What are you doing?!" Liz hissed shaking the young frenchwoman back to her senses who looked up right at her face bright red. "We are on a mission behind enemy lines and you're fingering a nazi?!" Collete shrugged still holding the half naked body of the blonde sentry. "Sorry, that was my ex Yvétte..." As if on cue the blonde sentry begin to stir a contented look on her face. "C-collete? That was ama-mmmmph!" Collete suddenly planted her lips onto her ex-girlfriends passionately kissing her, and gently pinching her vagus nerve at the same time. The blonde let a long muffled sigh of arousal, returning the embrace before slumping unconscious into Collete's shoulder, lips parting with an audible smack. "Mon dieu! She may be a nazi but she's still a damn good kisser!"


Pinching her nose and shaking her head, Liz watched as the lovesick frenchwoman rolled her unconscious ex onto her side glancing at her with longing. "I hope you survive this war, ma cherie. No matter whether you're Vichy, Nazi or whatever my heart will always belong to you." Liz looked nervously around not quite knowing how to response, until the silence was broken by a sharp slapping sound and a soft moan of pleasure from the unconscious Yvétte. Collete rose to her feet. "After we're done with the Ark. I might just steal her away for myself and "convince" her to swap sides." Despite the situation Liz laughed shaking her head. "That's what I like about the French. Always the optimists. Seriously though, we can't go around carrying around naked Nazi girls on our shoulders. That will raise plenty of eyebrows." Sighing, Collete took some duct tape from her bag binding and gagging Yvétte. Spotting a nearby empty crate, Collete scooped the half naked girl into her arms.


Walking over towards the crate, Collete lowered her ex lover gently inside. "I'am not giving up on you, ma cherie. We will have a little 'discussion' later and everything will be just like it was. Love you." She purred sealing the crate shut, making a note of the packing number. "You frenchies really are crazy." Liz raised her arms incredously as Collete turned to face her. "You're in love, right?" She replied walked towards Yvétte's uniform, putting it on. "Would you abandon your beloved Susie to the Nazis?" She asked sitting on the boxes lacing up her stolen boots. Liz sighed casting her mind back to Paderborn, of Susie a prisoner of Nazis, she shuddered. "No I wouldn't. I would go to hell and back for Susie. But you're forgetting I need a uniform too. Since we have a mission to complete." Collete flashed her an apologetic smile before pulling on the face mask. "Right but of course, my apologies. Follow me, stick to the shadows and we'll see about getting you a change of clothes, mon amie." Looping the rifle over her shoulder, Collete headed into the machine shop with Liz right behind her melting into the darkness.


The Machine Shop, 20:10pm


Mechanic Lotte Bauer wiped the sweat from her brow before getting back to the train axle bolt she was tightening with her spanner. "Come on you little scheisser !" She said biting her tongue as the bolt stubbornly refused to tighten. At 23, Lotte had been a Wehrmacht mechanic for three years was an attractive tomboy with slightly tanned slender features thanks to the warm Mediterranean sun, piercing stone grey eyes and an unruly mop of short jet black hair. Her petite attractive form hidden by the black jumpsuit with the nazi DAF eagle in white clutching a cog printed large on back, zipped down to expose her vest with matching symbol flashed across her ample C-cup breasts and black laced work boots. As the bolt finally moved into place, she felt a pair of hands seize her waist. Gasping in shock she span around spanner raised high to see the laughing handsome face of her boyfriend Gunther, looking sharp in his wehrmacht uniform.


"Mein gött in himmel, Gunther! Don't sneak up on me like that! I thought you were some infiltrator!" She said laughing pushing her boyfriend away playfully. Gunther chuckled drawing her closer. "You've got to have better reflexes than that if you want to be an Elite Guard, meine liebschen." Lotte sighed relaxing as she put her spanner down before putting her arms around Gunther's waist. "No chance of that here. All of the elite guards here are frenchies and I can't get a word in edgeways. You, I and your squad are the only Germans here." Gunther gently caressed her cheek. "Why haven't you joined the elite guards yet, Lotte? You've got all the necessary qualities they're looking for and already submitted your application, they would be crazy not to accept you." Lotte grinned mischievously, hands gripping his tight ass. "Well unless I have to go on maternity leave, my application should be accepted soon." Realisation crossed Gunther's chiseled features as he leaned in to kiss. "Those damn silly rules about abstaining. Well I have five minutes let's have some fun, liebschen before the elite guards swoop in and take you. Giggling Lotte met his lips in a passionate embrace. Out of the corner of her eye, Lotte saw a french SS elite guard approach them. She tapped Gunther on the shoulder.


"Oh please don't report us, mademoiselle! W-we were just...um...talking." Lotte stammered in her functional french as she and Gunther went bright red with embarrassment. The camouflaged woman merely waved a lazy hand as she stormed up to them. "Oh you don't need to worry your pretty little head about that, ma cherie. My friend here needs your clothes." Lotte blinked in surprise at the woman's reply, muffled by her facemask. "W-what the-mmpph?!" Suddenly she felt a hand clamp over her mouth to muffle her screams then an arm snake around her throat pulling her back. Lotte barely had enough time to see the elite guard bash her beloved Gunther in his face with her rifle, sending him crashing to the ground unconscious with a grunt. "Mmmph!" She screamed in terror.


"Shh! Don't fret dear, you'll join your lover boy soon." Liz hissed in the girls ears as she gently squeezed her arm around the mechanics throat, cutting the blood flow to her brain. Strangely, the pretty tomboy had begun to make soft moans of muffled arousal. Looking down she rolled her eyes to see Collete with her hands in the brunettes panties, gently massaging her clitoris with her mask off. "What are you you doing Collete? Did you all of a sudden forget about Yvétte?" Looking up, Collete shrugged licking her fingers as the mechanic let out a low muffled aroused rattle going limp in Liz's grip. "Sorry, I'am just a little bit horny after touching Yvétte so I wanted to taste this nazis pussy. You know for fun." She said pulling on her mask back on. Rolling her eyes, Liz lowered the unconscious brunette to the concrete floor and began to strip off her clothes. "Tie up the boyfriend while I strip the mechanic, then I will show you how I blow off some steam on a mission." Nodding Collete went to fetch some duct tape while Liz unlaced the girls boots.


After pulling off the mechanics boots and socks, Liz loosening the jumpsuit from the girl's shoulders peeling the garment down her petite athletic body before leaning the woman's body against her own. Holding up her arms, Liz pulled her DAF vest up over her head. "Hmm? Not bad..." Collete remarked approvingly as she looked up from taping up the boyfriend, regarding the mechanics pert well rounded breasts with perky rose petal dark pink areolas. "...but not a patch on my sweet Yvétte." Nodding Liz let the half naked unconscious brunette flop back onto the concrete, wearing only a white pair of low cut panties the nazi DAF eagle flying cheekily above her modesty on the right hip. "Nor my sweet English rose. Pass me that tape and I'll show you something I think you're going to like." She winked as she pulled on the mechanics outfit including the vest.


With the two Germans taped and bound, Vera pulled down the mechanics panties getting a good glimpse of a small cute trimmed vagina crowned with a strip of dark brown hair. Collete nodded. "She wasn't bad tasting, completely wasted on this idiot." She nudged the unconscious man with her boot. "Unfasten his trousers and pull them down with his pants then bring him over to me." Vera gestured with her head dragging the half naked unconscious mechanic by her ankles over to an empty crate. Collete knelt reluctantly by the soldier, doing as she was told. "Ew. I'am already feeling dirty doing this. Are you sure about this, Liz?" Nodding without looking at her Liz placed the brunette slumped in the crate her legs spread wide open. "Yeah trust me. Now put him on top of her, make sure their organs are touching." Averting her eyes from the half naked man's member, Collete laid him on top of his girlfriend then gasped.


"Mon dieu! Liz you were right, this is art!" She said impressed looking at the sight of the half naked lovebirds on top of each other. Liz nodded. "The way I see it, we've done them a favour. They probably wouldn't want to found for awhile to avoid embarrassment and thanks to us they might have a 'happy little accident' after having this much quality time together." Collete smirked catching the train of thought. "Plus their superiors are going to be so pissed. I see your point about humiliation being better than death. You really have a gift mon amie." Liz winked in response as she tossed her clothes along with the man's rifle over the happy couple before sealing up the crate. "Come on, we've wasted enough time here. The ark isn't going to steal itself." Nodding in agreement, Collete fell into step at Liz's shoulder as they made their way towards the central platform.


The Central Platform, The Marshalling Yards 20:20pm


"Damn it. It looks like they are already loading it onto the train and preparing for departure we need to be quick and get on that train, before it leaves the station." Said Liz as they stood opposite the armoured train, watching the crate being loaded into a cargo boxcar as more French Legion elite guards stood watching along with additional Wehrmacht troops. "And it looks like they are only letting sergeants or over board the train." Collete gestured at the officers wearing two very different uniforms; one a leather low cut leather halter top that emphasised the bust zippered at the front, with matching tight leather zipped trousers held up by a belt with a nazi eagle belt buckle and black laced boots. While the other was a zippered low cut one piece with a black totenkopf beret. They were both detailed with Panzer grenadier camouflage. "Then we need those uniforms and I think where about to get our chance." Victoria grinned as two female french SS officers emerged from the train, headed towards the ladies bathroom.


One was a striking athletic leutnant with shoulder length flame red hair framing a square freckled face and almond shaped blue eyes, an iron cross on a red ribbon gracing her neck wearing the two piece uniform. While her partner, a well endowed raven haired sergeant with her hair tied black into a bun under her beret and pale green eyes was wearing the zippered low cut one piece who also had an iron cross around her neck. The redhead was armed with the prototype MP43 assault rifle while the brunette had an MP40 looped over her shoulders. Smiling Liz turned to Collete. "Well it looks like the redhead is my size, Collete. You can take the brunette." As she made to walk across the platform, the french resistance fighter put a hand on her shoulder. "But if I take this uniform off then I will lose my Yvette's scent. It's all I have of her." Sighing Elizabeth put a consoling hand on the lovesick woman's shoulder. "Collete. After this mission, you will have the woman herself and won't be needing it anyway." Collete thought for a moment. "You have a point, mon amie. Besides she would prefer in that sergeants uniform. Lead the way." Flashing her an encouraging smile, Liz lead Collete across the tracks following the elite guards into the bathroom.


The Ladies Bathroom 20:25pm


Giggling Leutnant Nathalie Deschamps took her lovers, Sergeant Phoebe Chapúis hands and playfully kissed her on the lips leaning on the sink. "So I believe you had a surprise for me, Phoebe ma cherie." The red head purred with delight as Phoebe nuzzled her neck before pulling out. "Indeed, I do darling Nathalie..." Removing her belt she enticingly pulled down down on the zipper of her uniform. "Remember when we were on leave in Paris we toured the hosiery stores? And you fell in love with this particular sexy red lace one piece...violá!" She cried opening it out to reveal a sexy crimson lace one piece with built in bustier. Nathalie squealed in delight. "You've only gone and brought it! That's my girl!" She passionately kissed her lover before looking suggestively to her hips. "Well if you take a look down south I have a little surprise for you..." Gasping she unzipped Nathalie's pants pulling them off her hips to reveal a pair of expensive black french lace low waist panties. Kneeling Phoebe caressed her lovers vagina through the gusset making the leutnant moan with pleasure. "I-i knew you'd like them, ma cherieee..." She gently squealed her dark haired lover looking up at her smiling.


"Do you think we have time for me to properly...thank you for this gift, Nathalie?" Glancing at the door she sighed. "Well the train departs in ten minutes, Phoebe. I'am not sure if we have time." Phoebe giggled pulling down her knickers to expose her full clean shaven pink vagina. "We've done it with a lot less, ma cherie." Smiling Nathalie shrugged. "What the hell! Let's do itttt. Ah oh my..." She moaned feeling her lovers tongue probe the fleshy folds on for labia, her back arched in pleasure as she fought to keep her sounds of pleasure quiet and closing her eyes. "Yes, Phoebe, yes..." . Suddenly, she felt Phoebe's face go fully in between her legs then muffled cries from below. "Whoa? Steady on ma cherie..." Nathalie opened her eyes "...we are in a rush but there's..." Her voice trailing off as she saw a fully uniformed Elite Guard choking out her girlfriend, muffling her cries with Nathalie's own sex. "What's happening...oh oh...?" She said close to orgasm as a gorgeous blonde dressed in a mechanics overalls grasped a hand around her throat, then another around her mouth muffling her cries of arousal. Feeling a hard pinch on her vagus nerve, a nerve that she knew only too well in she and Phoebe's love making, Nathalie let out long muffled squeal of pain mixed with pleasure before slumping unconscious having achieved a full orgasm in her lovers face.


"Why is it that I'am always running into lovers?" Asked Liz as she and Collete dragged the unconscious women into separate cubicles. "It's France, mon amie. The nation of lovers, what did you expect? We're not prudes like the nazi." Answered Collete from next door as Liz stripped off her mechanics before getting to work stripping the rest of the leutnant's toned athletic body. "At least you did half my work for me, dear." She quipped pulling off the woman's boots and pants, before yanking off her iron cross. Putting on the medal, pants and boots Liz unzipped Nathalie's top. "And why am I not surprised you're not wearing any support. At least Susie will like me in this get up." She said opening out the garment to reveal firm well rounded freckled breasts with puffy slightly pointed pink areolas. After quickly putting on the leutnant's uniform, Liz saw the last of the duct tape being shoved under the cubicle. "So what do you have in mind for these lovebirds, Liz?" Asked Collete as Liz tore off strips of tape binding the naked nazi's limbs and mouth. "If you liked what I did to the other two. Then you'll love this, bring the brunette round." She laughed patting the cheek of the sleeping redhead.


Now dressed in the uniform of the brunette, Collete dragged the bound brunette around to the cubicle as Liz sat the redheaded leutnant on the toilet bowl panties down around her ankles. "Now place the brunette in-between our redheads legs so they can have some private ladies time." Collete sniggered as she placed the woman's head in-between her lovers legs. "I would love to see the look on the face of nazi that finds them." Vera closed the door on the bound unconscious women before clapping a hand on Collete's shoulder. "Come on. We have a train to catch and an ark to save." Snatching up the Elite Guards weapons, the two women swept from the bathroom.


The Train Platform 20:33pm


Hearing the sound of the trains whistle, Liz and Collete quickly rushed onto the train blending in with the other elite guards and Wehrmacht troops who boarded the train. Finding a small cabin the two agents sat down feeling the tug behind their navel as the train shunted forward with a grinding of wheels beginning to pick up speed. "Right phase 2. I have members of my cell waiting at an abandoned train station just beyond the town of Manosque, ready to meet us." Collete grinned "We need to make our way to the rear of the train and uncouple the car with the ark when we reach them. They pick us up and the ark then we're home free." Liz nodded as the two rose. "Then lead the way, mon amie." She winked as the two left the compartment.


The Supply Train, Provence 20:46pm


Using their disguises to move through the train exchanging a few nods with some elite guards, Liz and Collete found their way to the end cargo boxcar the wind rippling through their hair as they jumped from the supply car. "Alright the in next couple of stops is Manosque!" Collete yelled over the rushing air. "We'll need to begin uncoupling the car now or we'll never make it! Remember when we arrive at the station, we cry libertie! so we don't get shot. Understood!?" Liz nodded mouthing a "Yes!" As the two women began to uncouple the cars.


The Women's Bathroom, The Marshalling Yards, The Same Moment


Pretty blonde mechanic Trudl Zimmerman entered the womens bathroom finding the need to void her bladder and for safety. It didn't help the fact that the train yard was on high alert after both the discovery of her best friend Lotte and her boyfriend Gunther in a compromising position in a crate but also of an half naked SS elite guard who was found in the same manner. The weird thing being that both their uniforms were missing. Now it seems that their were two suspected female allied infiltrators in the station. Trudl couldn't help but wonder at the thought of what it would be like to be assaulted by a strong woman and being stripped. I must admit, I'am rather aroused by the whole idea...What was that? She froze as she heard what sounded like the muffled aroused cries of women from one of the cubicles ahead.


Starting cautiously forward, Trudl approached the cubicle door, slightly ajar and pushed it open. She gasped as she saw two taped up women, clad only in expensive lace underwear. One a brunette wearing a crimson one piece had her head in the redheads crotch both women screamed through their gags indignantly as Trudl took time in admiring the arousing spectacle that perked up her tits and set her loins a flame, before running from the bathroom.


"Hey watch you're going grease monkey! Don't you know there's infiltrators about!" Yelled the first of two French Legion SS elite guards in poorly accented German through her gasmask as Trudl ran right into them outside the bathroom. "T-there's two naked women tied up in there! You must help!" She said breathlessly pointing into the bathroom. The second woman also covered head to foot in camouflaged leather sighed. "This better not be a joke, mademoiselle." Her voice spoke with a hint of menace through her facemask. "We've already caught enough stick from Herr Kessler tonight." Trudl shook her head leading the guards inside.

As she showed them the struggling women gasmask knelt by them cutting off their binds. "Merde! That's Lieutenant Deschamps and Sergeant Chapuis! Their supposed to be on the train!" The second guard swore loudly. "Damn it! I will radio the train and tell them they have imposters aboard!" Quickly she turned on her heels and out of the room.


The Supply Train, near Manosque Station 20:54pm


Cupping her hand, Collete flicked her torch twice at the approaching station smiling as she received a signal back. "Right, our rides here. That's get this done and we're home free!" Looking up, Liz's face turned grave as she noticed the train becoming a hive of activity ahead of them. "Shit. I don't like the look of that. There's a lot of pissed off Nazis heading right for us." She said gesturing with her head, following her glance Collete sighed. "Damn it! I still need to uncouple the car from that side! We won't make it unless..." A look of resignation coming over her face, the french resistance agent suddenly kissed Liz on her lips then hopped over the dividing support. "Wait?! Collete what are you doing!?" Collete shook her head as she uncoupled the cars. "We both won't make it unless the cars are uncoupled from both sides, I'am sorry mon amie but this is your stop." Suddenly the sharp clanking of the cars uncoupling tore the car from the rest of the train. "No Collete jump! You can still make it!" Liz shouted as the distance between them grew. Collete smiled and shouted back. "You have a lady love to go back home to, Liz! You get home, hold her close and give her kiss from me! Say "Collete Dúvall sends her love! Libertie! Egalitie! Fraternite!" Liz found tears welling from her eyes as Collete became a small blip from the horizon, the last thing she saw of her were nazi hands pulling her back inside the train. Then the box car squealed to a halt at the station.


Manosque Station 21:00pm


Wiping her eyes Liz hopped from the train car, only to be surrounded by at least five beams of torches from the resistance fighters all female and all had their sten guns raised. Raising her hands up, Liz took a deep breath. "Liberty!" She cried the challenge word. The women relaxed as their leader, an attractive middle aged woman with long slightly greying hair, emerged from behind her torch. "Equality. Fraternity. Trust my countrymen to overlook liberty is female." She signalled two of her girls to unload the boxcar, Liz lowered her hand shaking the woman's. "Well met, English. My name is Dreyfus, Collete's cell leader. Were is she? I don't see her with you." Liz breath shuddered slightly a lump in her throat. " Elizabeth Burrows. I'am sorry but she didn't make it. The Nazis captured her on the train after she sacrificed herself for me." Dreyfus sighed. "Merde! She will be missed, Collete was our best covert exchange. Even if she wouldn't shut up about that ex-girlfriend of hers." Liz laughed at the memory as Dreyfus led her to the idling truck, it's high beams piercing the gloom. "We have a change of clothes in the back, so you can freshen up and get out of that nazi...whatever it's supposed to be. It will be a long drive to Switzerland after all. Now if you'd excuse me I have supervise my girls with that holy relic before they call the wrath of God on our heads." Dreyfus said walking away to the struggling resistance girls as Liz clambered into the back of the truck stripping off her stolen uniform.



10 minutes Later


With the Ark loaded into the back of the truck, unnerving the resistance fighters with the strange divine humming coming from the crate, Liz clambered into the passenger seat looking back down the darkened track sighing. Sensing her discomfort, Dreyfus placed a hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry, mon amie. Knowing Collete she's already working on a plan to escape." She smiled before putting the truck into gear. Grinning despite herself, Liz began to sing "We'll Meet Again..." her and Susie's favourite song as the truck drove away into the darkness. I sure hope sure and Yvétte make it. They deserve to be happy... She thought closing her eyes and leaning into the seat singing that song.

Another good one! I'll keep it brief, since there isn't a whole lot new I can say.

I loved that "No matter whether you're Vichy, Nazi or whatever my heart will always belong to you." Really underscores her obsession with her!

All of the takedowns were excellent, even if a bit different than what I originally imagined them, but certainly not bad in any way!

Enough said, here are the victims (Lotte was literally just the nazi version of catwoman so I trust everyone can imagine her): https://imgur.com/a/wynvFka

[Stormtrooper1990]

Thanks mate! Glad you enjoyed it!


Indeed, you could accurately describe Collete as a lovesick girl who is clearly obsessed with her ex-girlfriend Yvétte but in a good way and completely not in a creepy sort of way. Hopefully, she can break out and maybe Yvétte will take her back.

Thanks, if I had a personal favourite then it would be the twin takeout of Nathalie and Phoebe whole the two were making out. There is something sexy about two girls getting knocked out while they are too...distracted with each other.


Thanks for the victim references my friend, good work as always!