Operation Seelöwe:- A Wolfenstein USB Tale

[Stormtrooper1990]

In the last of the WW2 set Wolfenstein stories, we join 18 year old Soldat Johanna Ritter, the sister of Obersturmbahnführer Hilde Ritter who led the raid to rescue Mussolini from the Gran Sasso 5 years ago. The resulting rescue rallied Italian forces and with their Nazi allies were able to push the allies out of Italy, leading to the reoccupation of North Africa by the Axis. By 1946, the Axis signed a separate peace with President Truman, leaving the British alone and vulnerable. She and her team, Squad Alfa of the Wehrmacht Special Forces regiment The Brandenburgers have been sent on a vital mission. During Operation Sea Lion, the invasion of Great Britain they have been tasked with securing a checkpoint between Dover and Canterbury, to divert British forces away from the landing sides so the invading German forces can secure a beachhead. While not the most exciting of assignments, it is no less vital. However, as Feldwebel Enid Hunter and her team are about to learn, it's best to be prepared for any eventuality…


Focke-Angelis 223 Drache Helicopter, Designation DM-SP, 5000 ft above the South of England, Wednesday 15th July 1948, 05:00am


“Alright Alfa squad, listen up!” Shouted Feldwebel Enid Hunter over the din of the twin rotor blades of the Drache to her four woman team. A volksdeutsche hailing from Somerset in the South-west of England, she was an attractive woman of 29 years with slightly squared freckled features, intelligent blue-green eyes and light auburn hair knotted into a bun under her bowl helmet, suppressed MP-44 looped over her shoulder. “As you may have already heard in the briefing, we have been given an important assignment by high command. We are to capture a checkpoint on the A2 road leading from Dover to Canterbury, and divert any British reinforcements away from the invasion beaches so our forces can secure a beachhead. Any questions?” A groan from further down the crew compartment drew their attention.


“Really? A false flag operation, boss? Why aren't we blowing up fuel dumps or railyards like the other paratroopers?” Sighed pretty brunette 19 year old Soldat Rachel Moseley, the younger cousin of the British Union of Fascists leader Oswald Moseley, her long raven coloured hair tied into her ponytail under her helmet, her suppressed MP-40 clutched in her hands. “Instead we're just standing around directing traffic in disguise.” Her pretty rounded features pulled into a sneer, big grey eyes pleading with her superior. But it wasn't Enid who answered. “Every little bit helps for the glory of the fatherland, Rachel. Now matter how unexciting it is.” Replied 18 year old Soldat Johanna Ritter, sat next to her best friend Obersoldat Mia Gottlieb. The epitome of a Germanic girl, bearing a strong resemblance to her illustrious sister, Johanna had smooth tapered features with high cheekbones, piercing blue eyes and long platinum hair braided into a ponytail draped over her left shoulder.


Rachel shook her head. “That's easy for you to say, Ritter. You have a famous family to live up to. Me? I joined the Brandenburgers because I’m a patriot but I’am sick of everybody treating me differently down to my illustrious cousin.” Ritter flashed her a smile. “You want to prove yourself and move out of your cousin's shadow? Believe me I get that, Rachel. Since I want exactly the same thing, to carve my own path independent of my uncle and sister.” Rachel seemed to relax, nodding to her. “It seems we've got more in common than we thought. That's comforting to know, thank you.


“But nevertheless hard boots to fill, right Ritts? I mean that Gran Sasso raid is legendary amongst us Brandenburgers.” said 22 year old Mia Gottlieb, a cute tomboyish German and the team's sniper, with short messy brown hair cut like a boys, rounded features and soft blue eyes, who was busy checking the scope of her prototype camouflaged Kar 47 bolt action dart rifle, a weapon with a large barrel and bore. The only other naturalised German on Alfa squad, Mia was born on a farm on the edge of the Black Forest to a German hunter father and British mother. In addition to being a remarkable shot, Mia spoke fluent English like a native. The two had met in basic training last year and soon became inseparable. Across from them, sat next to her best friend Enid was 28 year old Gefreiter Gloria Wyndham-Shumacher, an attractive woman with short chestnut hair braided into pigtails and green eyes, who was also Enid's right hand woman.


“You better pull your weight, Ritter. For the record I don't approve of your inclusion into this squad just on account of how famous your relatives happen to be.” The woman narrowed her eyes at the blonde who merely shifted the weight of her suppressed MP-34. “I assure you Gefreiter, I did not get on this team simply because of my family or through any form of nepotism. Let me prove myself and then you'll see.” Enid placed a hand on her friends. “Gloria. Ritter's scores in basic training are exemplary and I'm sure she will be a real asset to the team.” Gloria let out a sigh then she turned back to Ritter. “We'll see. Just don't screw this up, Ritter.” Before the blonde Soldat could reply, a Luftwaffe airman appeared from the cockpit.


“Fraulein Hunter?!” The young man shouted over the thrum of the Drache’s rotors. “We are over the drop zone, prepare to disembark!” Enid nodded, flashing the airman a salute as he turned to open the side doors. The Feldwebel then turned back to her squad. “Alright, ladies this is it! Hook up your lines and prepare to descend!” Feeling the caress of the cool morning air on her face, Ritter hooked on her line and prepared to descend. Next to her Mia grinned widely. “A one way express ticket to hell, going down!” The entire squad, except Gloria, laughed descending into the British countryside.


1km from the Checkpoint, near the Aldersham Road, Kent, 05:10am


Briefly seeing the bright flashes on the horizon at Dover and the distant blooms of descending parachutes, flashes of flak rising up to meet them Ritter rappelled down feeling the reassuring feel of the ground. Around her, the rest of the squad had landed safely and began to disconnect their lines. Enid waved up to the crew of Drache as they hoisted up the rappel lines before the machine turned back to the direction of the coast. “Okay, the checkpoint is a klick to the west. Let's move out.” With a wave of the Feldwebel's arm, the team moved into the treeline towards the road.


The A2 Road Checkpoint Between Canterbury and Dover, 05:20am



As Alfa squad hid nestled in the bushes, Enid took out her field glasses scanning the 5 women who manned the checkpoint. To her surprise the Feldwebel saw young women dressed in woodland camouflage battle dresses with green ammo webbing, black leather boots and red berets with a distinctive winged parachute badge. A unit patch of a blue pegasus on a crimson field on their right shoulders, all but confirmed their identities. “Paratroopers of the 1st Parachute Brigade?” She handed the binoculars to Gloria. “This wasn't in the intelligence reports, Gloria. We were told to expect members of the South Kent Yeomanry or the Local Defence Volunteers. What are elite troops doing manning a checkpoint?” Gloria sighed. “I don't have the faintest idea Enid, but this doesn't change anything. We still have our orders.”


Next to Ritter, Mia scoped the checkpoint with her rifle. “Well at least it will be a challenge. And here I thought this mission would be a dull affair.” That earned her a chuckle from both Ritter and Rachel and looks of admonishment from the older women. “This isn't a game, Gottlieb! Those are British paras, a step up from a standard Tommy girl.” Gloria hissed at her, curtailing her laughter. Enid laid a hand on her shoulder. “Take it easy, Gloria. Mia is the best shot in the Brandenburgers and she's just trying to ease the tension. Speaking of which…” She then turned to the young sniper. “...Mia, do you see the sniper in the watchtower just beyond the guard house?” The young sniper grinned as she trained her rifle on its single lone occupant.


“You mean the very dishy brunette, boss? Yep, she's my size.” She smirked noticing the pretty heart shaped Lance Corporal that yawned widely, with big blue eyes and high cheekbones framed by shoulder length jet black hair, clutching her scoped Lee Enfield Mark V rifle. Despite herself, Enid grinned. “She is quite pretty, yes. But what I meant is can you get her from here with a neck shot?” Mia shook her head, training her scope on an equally attractive redheaded para with freckled rounded features, gentle cheekbones, bright emerald green eyes and short ginger hair styled into bunches. “I could circle around to the rear and outflank her. But you see that redhead patrolling the perimeter? She needs to go first.” It wasn't Enid who answered her but Gloria. “I can take her out for you Gottlieb. Besides, Red's my size anyway.”


Enid nodded training her binoculars to the two blonde paratroopers on either side of the road, one a looker with shoulder length curly strawberry blonde hair, shallow cheekbones and pale green eyes stood with her back to the treeline. While the other was an attractive girl with long honey blonde hair, doe shaped blue-green eyes and rounded cheekbones leaning against a wall closest to them. “Next up are the two blondies. Ritter, Moseley? Would you care to give those two a hearty German good morning and relieve them of their uniforms?” The two women both winked. “Yes, Boss.” Ritter spoke up first. “I will take the furthest one by the tree line, she's my size.” Next to her Rachel nodded. “And I will take the one leaning against the wall. I have something planned for her.” The Feldwebel smiled at them. “Excellent. They are within line of sight of the pretty corporal, I will distract her with a rock so when she looks away you both strike at the same time. The two women saluted. Enid then took a good look at her target.


“And that leaves the pretty corporal all for me.” She said glancing at the pretty brunette with pale white skin, heart shaped features and big brown almond shaped her long sleek brown hair under her beret braided into a ponytail dangling over her right shoulder. She then turned back to her team. “Right ladies. Remember, let's keep things clean. We need their uniforms unbloodied so keep things non lethal and give High Command some prisoners to interrogate.” She then held up a syringe. “Once you've put them to sleep, use your sodium amytal, all except you Gottlieb. This should keep those British girls fast asleep for all of 8 hours.” The four women nodded. “We have the honour of being the first of the Reich's soldiers to set foot on British soil, let's make the fatherland proud. Good luck and godspeed.” The team shook each other's hands before heading out, with Mia and Gloria making their way to the watchtower.


South Perimeter of the Checkpoint, 05:27am


Trooper Monica Green, an attractive redheaded para stifled a yawn as she stopped with her back to the bushes. In the shadow of the sniper tower, where L/Cpl Esther Stone stood watching the road. Taking out her cigarettes she sighed. Sure don't appreciate being woken up at three in the morning to guard a bloody road. Not when the Germans are invading. I mean all they told us was to keep the A2 open for escaping VIPs. Well, the only one I can think of is the Pr- “Mmmmph!” She squeaked in muffled surprise, dropping her cigarettes as a hand clamped over her mouth, followed by an arm snaking around her neck to cut off her blood supply to her brain. “Shh, love. Your war is over…” hissed a British accent in her ears dragging her struggling form into the bushes.


Before she could try to shake the woman off, Monica felt her attacker coil her arm tighter around her slender neck. Her struggles going more feeble by the second, Monica let out a low muffled sigh passing out into Gefreiter Gloria Wyndham-Shumacher’s arms. “There's a good little Tommy girl.” She quipped, lowering the unconscious Monica to the grass, taking out her syringe and jabbing it into the trooper's neck. The girl shuddered slightly before letting out a relaxed gasp. At the same moment she signalled Gottlieb to move forward and take the shot on the sniper in the tower. Gloria then glanced at the sleeping red headed paratrooper. “Shall we get you out of that uniform, sweetheart?”



After swapping her field cap for the redheads beret, Gloria stripped out of her Wehrmacht uniform then got work undressing the unconscious Monica. First she unlaced the woman's boots, pulling them off along with her white ankle socks before unclipping her ammo webbing and looping it over the redhead's head. Unfastening the woman's field tunic, Gloria slipped the garment from the paratroopers soldiers one arm at a time then unbuttoned her dark green undershirt, revealing small but buoyant B-cup breasts covered by a cotton cream with white lace trim slip. Unzipping the girl's trousers, Gloria worked them off her slender hips whipping them down her long legs in one smooth motion. “You are made up so well, my dear. I happen to have a weakness for redheads.” Gloria smiled as she got dressed in Monica's uniform, standing over her scantily clad body.


Once she was finished, the Gefreiter yanked off the redhead's identity disk then rolled her sleeping body deeper into the bushes, looping the trooper's Lee Enfield rifle over her shoulder. Emerging from the bushes she resumed the paratroopers patrol as if nothing had happened.


05:35am


Behind Gloria, Mia took a knee shouldering her dart rifle and aiming up at the pretty snipers neck. “Hmm? From behind you don't look bad either…” she mused glancing at the brunette's tight ass through her trousers before angling the crosshairs of her scope just above the sweet spot at the back of her neck. As her father had taught her, if you were aiming at a target from below you had to aim just a little above the target to allow for the curvature of the earth. Mia then breathed deeply, steading the sway of her rifle before she twitched her trigger finger…


Sniper Lance Corporal Esther Stones, yawned widely a mixture of tiredness, boredom and concern as she the flashes from the invasion beaches, the drone of German planes above her in the early morning light grating at her nerves. Why did they have us set up this checkpoint for VIPs? It will be busy soon, packed with our counter attacking forces. Besides, we would be better served repelling the Germans, not wasting our time with this bullshit guarding a road. I said as much to Fanny but she told me to stop bellyaching…what the? Suddenly she felt a prick in the nape of her neck, reaching around she felt a dart sticking out of the back of her neck. “What the he..uhhh..?” she slurred passing out and collapsing like a stone in the watchtower, the sodium amytal reaching her brain. Below, her squad had barely registered her sudden disappearance.



“Damn, I'm good.” Mia quipped, looping her Kar 47 dart rifle over her shoulders, as she climbed up the ladder crouching over the curled up form of Lance Corporal Esther Stones. “Right, meine liebschen…” she winked pulling out the dart from the brunette snipers neck “...let's see what you look like out of your clothes.” Rubbing her hands in anticipation, Mia set her rifle down and stripped off her uniform then grabbing her opposite number by her webbing, she propped the limp unconscious body against the watchtower and started to undress her.


“Well, well, well. You Tommy girls are so cute, both in and out of your uniforms.” Mia chuckled as she set Esther’s beret on her head, glancing down at the young athletic scantily clad brunette, dressed only in matching a white satin lace trim bra and matching high waisted briefs, slumped against the interior of the watchtower out of sight. Reaching down, Mia gently groped the unconscious woman's lush C-cups through her bra, the brunette snipers moaned gently in response. “Sorry, liebschen but I couldn't resist.” Scooping up the snipers Lee Enfield sniper rifle, Mia glanced down seeing both her friend, Ritter and Moseley move into position behind the blonde paratroopers. In the dawn light, the twin paratroopers and their NCO easily mistook Mia for their sniper, unaware of the swap that had happened right under their noses.


05:41am


Flashing a nod to her friend, Mia in the watchtower Soldat Johanna Ritter unlooped her suppressed MP34 from around her shoulders as she approached the unsuspecting blonde paratrooper, from the bushes behind her. Across the road, she could also see the woman standing opposite knowing that behind her Rachel lay in wait. Ritter could also make out the pretty brunette corporal standing by the guardhouse, her eyes fixed on the road ahead and her two remaining troopers. Alright, boss, just waiting on your go. The young soldier tensed, gripping her weapon in anticipation.


Picking up a small rock from the treeline, Feldwebel Enid Hunter took aim at the bushes over to the Corporal's right shoulder, away from the road and hurled the rock. The woman quickly swung out her sten gun and approached the bush with an irritable sigh. Using the distraction, Enid hung low creeping forward carefully towards the low wall the corporal had been leaning over.


Seeing the British corporal desert her post, Ritter chose the moment to strike, hoping that the other celebrity in the team was on the same page. Moving low and fast, Ritter struck, looping her weapon over the sentries head and pulled her into the bushes…


20 year old Trooper Kathy Huntingdon, panicked as she felt the cold steel of a weapon pressed up against her throat pulling her into the bushes. Dropping her rifle uselessly in the struggle, Kathy could do nothing except choke and flail as she desperately tried to pull her attacker over her shoulder. But it was to no avail, as Ritter pulled her up off the ground. Then letting out a low gurgle, Kathy slumped limply, her booted feet dangling off the ground. Lowering the fallen soldier to the ground with her submachine gun, Ritter checked the woman's pulse finding a weak but steady rhythm before taking out her syringe of sodium amytal and injecting it into Kathy's carotid artery. “Time to join the British army…” she chuckled, stripping off her German uniform.


At the same moment, Trooper Tilly Wainwright gasped in shock at seeing her friend Kathy get dragged into the bushes, but before she could react she felt two legs wrap around her slender throat, cutting off the blood supply to her brain. Tilly choked and struggled unaware of just how to respond to an attack, she wasn't trained to repel. Instead her training left her and she panicked, dropping her sten gun from her fingers. Behind her, laying on her back Rachel checked her nails as the struggles of the paratrooper got weaker and weaker until she heard a strangled rattle of breath, the blonde Tommy passing out hanging limply from the brunette’s legs. Unfurling her legs, Rachel let the woman start to drop onto the ground before picking her up under her shoulders and yanking her body over the wall. Taking out her syringe and propping Tilly's body against the wall, Rachel made sure that the pretty blonde would be out for a long time then stripped off her Wehrmacht uniform.


Within a couple of minutes, Rachel, now dressed in Tilly's uniform, hopped over the low wall leaving the honey blonde slumped against the wall, wearing only her cropped green vest, the nipples of her B-cup breasts peeking through the thin fabric and black cotton panties, that showcased. Picking up the fallen sten gun, she looked up to see Ritter emerge from the bushes dressed in Kathy's uniform. Behind the German hidden by the foliage, lay on her side a scantily clad Kathy Huntingdon wearing only her blue cotton padded bra and matching shorts. Flashing a wink to Rachel, Ritter picked up Kathy's fallen rifle and took her position opposite Rachel.


05:47am


“ Must have been a couple of squirrels having it off in the bushes, dirty little bastards. Definitely not worth my time.” Corporal Fanny Nicholls sighed as she trudged back to her lost, leaning up against the wall with her arms crossed under her C-cup breasts. It's bad enough that we've been up since three in the morning securing this road when the battle of all time is right down the road. And we are turning away war traffic because the Prime Minister wants his own priv- Her musings were interrupted as a pair of strong hands pulled her over the wall and threw her against the concrete stunning her.


Fanny barely had time to register a redheaded woman in German uniform grasping her throat. “Don't worry corporal.” The woman spoke much to Fanny's surprise in a west country accent. “I’ll be relieving you of both your post and your uniform, nighty night.” With that Feldwebel Enid Hunter, using her thumb and forefinger pinched Fanny's Vagus Nerve, eliciting a short squeak of aroused pain as she slumped unconscious in Enid's grip. Smiling, the redheaded Feldwebel let the sleeping Fanny slump against the wall before taking out her syringe. Tilting the girl's head up to access her lovely neck, Enid administered the sodium amytal into the Corporal's bloodstream watching as the brunette briefly shook, then relaxed with a low sigh into a deeper sleep. Tapping the girl's pretty face, the leader of Alfa squad started to remove her uniform.


With practised hands it took Enid only a couple of minutes to strip Corporal Fanny Nicholls of her uniform and to slip into it, leaving the pretty brunette propped behind the wall clad only in her black lace slip, matching bra and low cut knickers underneath. Belting on the woman's holstered Webley service revolver and taking up her sten gun, Enid leapt the low wall just in time to see a column of trucks carrying British troops approach the checkpoint from the north. Straightening her stolen beret, the Feldwebel walked out to the middle of the road holding up a hand as behind her Ritter and Moseley made a show of manning the barriers while Gloria walked the length of the idling trucks.



Approaching the cab of the lead truck, Enid made out two soldiers; one male officer, a lieutenant and the other a cute auburn haired yeoman with big green eyes, her hair knotted underneath her saucer helmet. “Good morning chaps.” She quickly saluted the officer.“ I know that there is an invasion on but I’m afraid I have to ask you to turn around and divert along the M20.” The officer's eyes widened in surprise. “Bloody hell, corporal! That road is already chock-a-block with traffic heading down to the beaches. And this is the most direct route to Dover!” Enid shook her head. “Apologies sir, but I have my orders. This road is for VIPs only and not for military use. So please turn around and divert along the M20.” She lied. The man’s face went red with anger. “But don't you see the battle on the horizon! The Nazis are getting ever closer!” He then sighed in resignation glancing at the female driver. “Where the hell Churchill gets off on having his own escape I’ll never know. Come on, Yeoman. If we're going to war, we might as well get there later than not at all.”



As the woman saluted, putting the truck in reverse the young lieutenant leant out the cab making a circling gesture with his hand to the other drivers, who began the long laborious task of turning the convoy around.


An Hour Later


In the course of an hour, with the dawn twilight giving way to sunlight, the Alfa squad had successfully diverted another troop convoy, a column of British Cromwell tanks from Thirtieth Corps and an ambulance. It was soon after the ambulance had departed that Mia signalled them from the watchtower. “Guys! I see some traffic coming from Dover!” Enid craned her neck, glancing up at the sniper. “Are they friend or foe, Gottlieb?”


Using the high power scope, Mia focused on the vehicles. “Foe, I think. One army outrider on a motorcycle, a young woman. And a black civilian Rolls Royce. Wait a second? It can't be?” The German sniper blinked as she noticed two men on the back seat, with a pretty blonde female driver dressed in a green military uniform, leather driving gloves and cap. One of the men was short, bald and wearing a bowler hat. He was chomping on a cigar while the other was tall and lean, with a hawk-like visage. “Well don't keep us in suspense, Mia.” The Feldwebel called back impatiently.


“You'll never believe this, but it's Churchill in that car boss.” The four Brandenburgers glanced at each other. “Churchill? Here? Then that explains why there were elite troopers here guarding this checkpoint…” Gloria nodded, smiling wide. “ It's an escape route for Churchill back to London should our invasion succeed. His presence here confirms the landings were a success.” Next to them Ritter massaged her chin. “Boss, he's a high profile target. We cannot let this opportunity stand. With respect we should capture him and end this war right here, right now.” To the right, Rachel grinned. “I concur with Ritter, Feldwebel. Capturing Churchill will save a lot of lives, British as well as German.” Gloria said nothing but nodded once to Ritter, out of respect. “Hey! If it means we get to go home and celebrate, I'm all for it!” Shouted Gottlieb from the tower.


Turning back to the rest of her team, Enid flashed them a smile. “Good call Ritter! Everyone, get back in position. Once we get back to Germany, I’m buying the first round. After all, we'll all be getting Iron Crosses for this.” As her team scrambled back, she pulled Rachel gently aside. “Looks like you'll be getting some action after all, Moseley.” The girl laughed as she took position opposite Ritter. Getting back into character, Enid walked into the front of the outrider bringing her to a halt.


“What is the meaning of this, ma’am?” Shouted the woman, a pretty girl who was wearing a brown leather driving cap and goggles with matching boots that complimented her green army fatigues. “This is the prime minister and we have German tanks right up our arse! You must let us pass!” Enid simply smiled at the woman. “I'm afraid I can't let you do that soldier.” With that a dart whistled over Enid's shoulder, hitting the woman in her carotid artery sending her flying off her bike and onto the ground unconscious. Her team then drew their weapons pointing them at the occupants.


“Get your hands in the air, toss out your weapons and come out slowly!” The redheaded Feldwebel snarled seeing the blonde driver panic shooting her hands in the air and coming out gently, to be met by Ritter. From the back seat, she noticed a M1911 being tossed out followed by a tall man who she took to be Churchill's bodyguard who was secured by Gloria. Which left the small portly figure of Winston Churchill, who had refused to budge. Sighing, Enid drew her stolen Webley revolver and walked around to the passenger side, banging the glass with the cross right in front of the prime minister.


“I demand to know what's the meaning of this?! Who are you and why did you attack us? You are in a British uniform!” Winston Churchill shouted, winding the window down, his face flush with embarrassment and anger. Enid smiled, gesturing at the outfit. “That's because we borrowed them from their previous owners.” Seeing the shock on the Prime Minister’s face she winked. “Don't worry, they are fast asleep and out of sight. If a little underdressed…” The whole team, including Mia, laughed at the joke. Enid then got serious, clicking the hammer back and pointing it right between the Prime Minister’s eyes. “Prime Minister Churchill. You are all now prisoners of the Third Reich, so would you please get out of the bloody car.” Churchill sighed in resignation. “I understand, miss. It seems that I'm in no position to fight you, so I’m coming out.”



Standing back and securing Churchill as he emerged from the car, Enid signalled to Ritter and Gloria. “Put them to sleep, we don't need them, only Churchill.” Nodding in reply, the two women followed her orders. Gloria bashed the bodyguard on the back of his head with her rifle, sending him crashing unconscious to the ground with a grunt. While Ritter gently snaked an arm around the blonde driver's neck, cutting off the blood supply to her brain. The young woman briefly kicked her stocking covered legs in resistance, but quickly passed out into Ritter's arms with a cute rattle of breath. After lowering the girl to the ground, the blonde German injected her with sodium amytal, followed shortly after by Gloria using the last on the bodyguard.



“You damned traitors! Have you Nazis no decency?!” Ignoring Churchill's complaints as she led him away, Enid addressed her troops. “Strip the women. More British uniforms might come in handy later.” Ritter and Moseley saluted, taking the two unconscious women by their ankles and dragging them over to the wall to where Corporal Fanny Nicholls still lay. “For the record, Herr Churchill we are not Nazis but Brandenburgers, pride of the Wehrmacht. We fight for Germany not Hitler, now shut up and get comfortable.” By her shoulder, Gloria glanced at the pair. “Enid. Shall I get on the comms and yet our approaching tanks know we are friendly?” The Feldwebel nodded as she led Churchill inside the guard house. “That would be for the best. After all, we don't want to be shot by our own side for winning the war. And while you're at it, order the girls to get changed.” Flashing her friend a salute, Gloria sat by the radio set in the corner of the room as Enid sat Churchill down, snapping a pair of cuffs on his wrists and sitting him forcibly into a chair.


07:00am


With both Churchill's driver and pretty brunette motorcycle outrider, unconscious and stripped down to their underwear; a cream coloured slip for the brunette, who had short shoulder length brown hair and black cotton bra, matching panties and suspenders with stockings for the blonde. Slumped against the body of Corporal Nicholls, heads resting on her shoulders, the team had redressed into their German uniforms and awaited their relief.



A call from Mia from the watchtower announced the appearance of a column of King Tiger tanks coming from the Dover road towards the checkpoint. The lead tank was flying a nazi swastika flag from it's turret, the crest of the 10th SS Panzer Regiment stamped on the front sloping armour, it's commander a beautiful blonde with shoulder length platinum blonde hair and deep blue eyes stood from the turret, resplendent in the all black uniform of an SS tanker. The collar tabs indicating she was a SS-Untersturmführer. The woman commanded her column to stop as Enid walked into the centre of the road, surrounded by her squad. She flashed the tanker a quick salute.


“Feldwebel Enid Hunter, Bergmann battalion of the Brandenburg division. This is my team, squad Alfa.” The tanker returned their salutes with a parade crisp party salute. “Heil Hitler! I'm SS-Untersturmführer Brina Schwartzkopf of the 10th SS Panzer. I must say Feldwebel, that it was a pleasant surprise to hear that you've made it so far inland.” Enid smiled. “How goes the invasion, fräulein?” The blonde paused to jump down from her tank. “We have them on the run, soldier. The Tommies were no match for our superior firepower. But Churchill it seems feld before we could storm Dover Castle.” The team flashed the tanker a wink. “Well it's funny you should say that, fräulein. Ritter…” The young Soldat clicked her heels before entering the gatehouse and emerging with a tied and gagged Winston Churchill.


Brina blinked doing a double take as the bound British Prime Minister was led by Ritter towards them. “Mein gött! Is that who I think it is? Herr Churchill?!” Enid smirked. “Yes, yes it is. Turns out this checkpoint we captured was on his escape route, the foolish man drove right into our trap and didn't know it.” The young tanker let out a bark of laughter. “Of all the dumb luck! Then this war is finally over!” The blonde then turned to Churchill. “So much for ‘we’ll fight them on the beaches…’ eh? Herr Churchill.” She said mocking the captive Churchill who could only scream indignity into his gag. Brina then turned to two approaching Panzer Grenadiers. “Take him away. The Führer will have words for him when we get his fat ass to Berlin.” The two watched as the soldiers dragged him away. “As for you and the rest of your team, Feldwebel Hunter, a job well done…” she held out her hand, which Enid shook. “...you are all heroes of the Third Reich. Expect there to be medals in your immediate future.” The redheaded Feldwebel squeezed the tanker's hand. “Thank you, Fräulein.” With the rest of the Panzer Grenadiers securing the checkpoint, she turned to Alfa Squad. “Alfa Squad! Fall out! And don't forget the enemy uniforms.”


07:15am


“So what do you think, Ritts?” Asked Mia as she clambered onto the back of the tank, with Ritter's help. “A nice shiny gold medal or a cross of iron?” Ritter chuckled, taking out her cigarettes and offering them to both Mia and Rachel. “My sister told me once that they made her sit through a whole hour of Hitler's speech recounting her feats when she got her Knights Cross. By the time he had finished, her bum had gone numb.” They broke out in laughter, lighting up their cigarettes. “It doesn't matter to me, as long as they are crosses of iron.” Said Rachel blowing out a steady stream of blue smoke. “We've bloody well earned it.”


Ritter took a long drag of her cigarette. “So can you tell us about that manoeuvre you did on that paratrooper? The thing with your legs? They never taught us that in basic training.” Rachel blushed, taking a long drag with her cigarette before tapping off the ash. “I was top in my class in gymnastics and bored girls in private school often find various ways of self amusement.” She replied coyly, flashing Mia a wink. The sniper raised her eyebrows, blowing out a smoke ring “Uh-huh? Well from where I was standing, it looked damned sexy. What do you think, Ritts?” Before Ritts could answer, she glanced down to see Gefreiter Gloria Wyndham-Shumacher standing looking up at her.


“Good work out there today, girls. Especially you Ritter, you kept a cool head and followed orders. Perhaps I was wrong about you from the start and that you do have a bright future ahead of you.” Ritter and the other two flashed her salutes. “Thank you, Gefreiter.” The woman returned the salute before she turned to walk away before she turned back around. “Just don't let it go to your head, the war is not over yet. Carry on.” The three watched the brunette as she mounted the lead tank with Enid. “And here I thought she managed to work that stick out of her ass.” Said Mia as she slapped Ritter on her shoulder.



Sharing another laugh with her friends and squadmates, Johanna Ritter felt the lurch of the tank beneath her as the steel beast roared into life. She glanced at the sun hanging low over the horizon, wondering at what the future held in store for her. The Reich had just won the war, it now had to rule the peace.

[meditions142]

There is something very cool about the checkpoint takeout concept. A group of guards all taken out by skilled infiltrators.

Plus we get a Vagus Nerve Pinch!

I also really liked the dart scene with Esther. Something really cool about taking out the guard in the watchtower scene. And love that she had time to find the dart but then just passes out. And of course love that Mia took the time to massage her breasts and get her aroused in her sleep!

[Stormtrooper1990]

There is something very cool about the checkpoint takeout concept. A group of guards all taken out by skilled infiltrators.

Plus we get a Vagus Nerve Pinch!

I also really liked the dart scene with Esther. Something really cool about taking out the guard in the watchtower scene. And love that she had time to find the dart but then just passes out. And of course love that Mia took the time to massage her breasts and get her aroused in her sleep!

Thanks my friend, I'am glad you liked the concept of the checkpoint takedown. It's a concept that I've explored before in my Valkyria Chronicles story False Flag , but where that was a lethal story, I made this one with a non lethal twist. Plus, false flag operations have precedent in history and gave me much inspiration. In this case, you have a squad of elite troops being taken completely by surprise by more skilled infiltrators, the Brandenburgers. Who were based off am actual WW2 German Special Forces regiment, that did exactly these sorts of operations I just added a touch of USB magic.


No worries my friend, no non-lethal story would be complete without at least one Vagus Nerve pinch and Fanny was the lucky girl!


Thanks, the scene with Mia and Esther was the one I had the most fun writing. Particularly the buildup and with Esther actually finding the dart but then collapses before she can do anything about it. Of course, out of the group I would say Mia enjoys her work the most and just couldn't resist touching Esther's boobs when she was out of uniform. Besides, Mia was attracted to Esther through her scope so she just had to show Esther her appreciation for being a fit little brunette!

[meditions142]

Particularly the buildup and with Esther actually finding the dart but then collapses before she can do anything about it.

That kind of thing is my I love dart scenes involving sentries. You can picture a sentry walking her patrol route or as her at her post in the tower. The woman feels the dart hit her. She may have time to reach for it and find it. However, before she can do anything or even comprehend what has happened the drug finishes its work and she is out. She slumps to the ground deeply asleep.

[Stormtrooper1990]

Particularly the buildup and with Esther actually finding the dart but then collapses before she can do anything about it.

That kind of thing is my I love dart scenes involving sentries. You can picture a sentry walking her patrol route or as her at her post in the tower. The woman feels the dart hit her. She may have time to reach for it and find it. However, before she can do anything or even comprehend what has happened the drug finishes its work and she is out. She slumps to the ground deeply asleep.

I know what you mean, its such a sexy scene to picture. In this instance with Mia and Esther, I was discussing with a friend how best to take out a sentry in a guard tower but keep things non-lethal. That's when the idea of the Kar 47 dart rifle came to me since I remembered the excellent Commando Elite scene, where two pretty brunette latin sentries are darted and stripped more or less onscreen by the Commando team, such wonderful inspiration I had to emulate it in some way.

[meditions142]

I know what you mean, its such a sexy scene to picture. In this instance with Mia and Esther, I was discussing with a friend how best to take out a sentry in a guard tower but keep things non-lethal. That's when the idea of the Kar 47 dart rifle came to me since I remembered the excellent Commando Elite scene, where two pretty brunette latin sentries are darted and stripped more or less onscreen by the Commando team, such wonderful inspiration I had to emulate it in some way.

That Comando Elite scene is spectacular. I really like the second woman when she gets hit we get a close up of the dart in her neck and her reaching for it but then slumping to the ground unconscious.

Thought no uniform steal, I also really like the scene where the team needs to get past two female guards guarding a room and dart them. So sexy the way both women fall back against the wall and then slide down the wall to the floor. And we even get to see their unconscious bodies dragged out of sight. Here it is: https://www.deviantart.com/sipahilancer ... -798000575

[Stormtrooper1990]

I know what you mean, its such a sexy scene to picture. In this instance with Mia and Esther, I was discussing with a friend how best to take out a sentry in a guard tower but keep things non-lethal. That's when the idea of the Kar 47 dart rifle came to me since I remembered the excellent Commando Elite scene, where two pretty brunette latin sentries are darted and stripped more or less onscreen by the Commando team, such wonderful inspiration I had to emulate it in some way.

That Comando Elite scene is spectacular. I really like the second woman when she gets hit we get a close up of the dart in her neck and her reaching for it but then slumping to the ground unconscious.

Thought no uniform steal, I also really like the scene where the team needs to get past two female guards guarding a room and dart them. So sexy the way both women fall back against the wall and then slide down the wall to the floor. And we even get to see their unconscious bodies dragged out of sight. Here it is: https://www.deviantart.com/sipahilancer ... -798000575

I definitely agree, it also helped as well that she was cute but athletic little brunette as well, who had just enough time to realise she had been darted before slumping so gracefully to the ground. You sadly don't get to see a mainstream scene like that which has such an incredible level of detail, it literally as everything we want in a USB scene; cute victims, nice uniforms, the darts and then the stripping along with an aftermath. You could call it an holy grail scene for us sentry girl enthusiasts.


I remember that scene from the TV series Chuck. It really was so cool and sexy how those two gorgeous girls, just slid down the wall after being darted and the dragging was just sexy. Now if only there were two female infiltrators who darted the girls and stripped down to their sexy black cropped vests and matching hipster shorts, that would have been perfect!,

[meditions142]

I definitely agree, it also helped as well that she was cute but athletic little brunette as well, who had just enough time to realise she had been darted before slumping so gracefully to the ground. You sadly don't get to see a mainstream scene like that which has such an incredible level of detail, it literally as everything we want in a USB scene; cute victims, nice uniforms, the darts and then the stripping along with an aftermath. You could call it an holy grail scene for us sentry girl enthusiasts.

It really was an amazing scene. There is also a fantastic scene where one of the heroes releases knockout gas into the the camera room and puts the guard on duty there to sleep. One of my favorite scenarios. Gassing the camera room.

I definitely love the knockout dart concept. It is just so great. It is so perfect. The instant the dart hits woman you know it is over, even if she doesn't get put to sleep instantly. She may stumble around a bit, or try and raise the alarm. However, we all know in the end she will be going to sleep.

[Stormtrooper1990]

I definitely agree, it also helped as well that she was cute but athletic little brunette as well, who had just enough time to realise she had been darted before slumping so gracefully to the ground. You sadly don't get to see a mainstream scene like that which has such an incredible level of detail, it literally as everything we want in a USB scene; cute victims, nice uniforms, the darts and then the stripping along with an aftermath. You could call it an holy grail scene for us sentry girl enthusiasts.

It really was an amazing scene. There is also a fantastic scene where one of the heroes releases knockout gas into the the camera room and puts the guard on duty there to sleep. One of my favorite scenarios. Gassing the camera room.

I definitely love the knockout dart concept. It is just so great. It is so perfect. The instant the dart hits woman you know it is over, even if she doesn't get put to sleep instantly. She may stumble around a bit, or try and raise the alarm. However, we all know in the end she will be going to sleep.

Another great concept for us to consider, reminds of the Gran Sasso raid story where the gas was used to put those 20 Italian soldiers into an even deeper sleep. For the camera room, it's easy to picture a cute brunette sentry watching the cameras. She's a little bit nervous since she's not heard or seen any of her fellow guards so she's intensely looking through the cameras, and trying to raise. However, she's to distracted to notice the door opening ever so slightly behind her. The intruder pulls the pin on a sleeping gas grenade and gently rolls it inside before closing the door.

The girl begins to cough and feel slightly woozy, her pretty blue eyes drooping slightly. She looks down and too late notices the grenade at her feet. "What the...?" She slurs before succumbing to the gas, slumping over her control console, with a low sigh fast asleep.

In slips the infiltrator who pulls the girl back into her seat, and keys her eye, while she begins to unbutton her shirt, revealing small little b-cups envelopes by a cropped white camisole. "Sierra Actual? This is Sierra 3. I have neutralised the guard in the camera room and securing her uniform now. Once I lockdown the control room, the facility is all ours."


Indeed, that's my favourite thing about the sleeper dart concept, we know that once the drug is in her system and hits the brain it's all over for her. And if she ends up sliding down a wall, draped over a crate or desk or slumped in her chair, all the more sexier. Not to mention convenient for the infiltrator when it comes to stripping her!

[meditions142]

Another great concept for us to consider, reminds of the Gran Sasso raid story where the gas was used to put those 20 Italian soldiers into an even deeper sleep. For the camera room, it's easy to picture a cute brunette sentry watching the cameras. She's a little bit nervous since she's not heard or seen any of her fellow guards so she's intensely looking through the cameras, and trying to raise. However, she's to distracted to notice the door opening ever so slightly behind her. The intruder pulls the pin on a sleeping gas grenade and gently rolls it inside before closing the door.

The girl begins to cough and feel slightly woozy, her pretty blue eyes drooping slightly. She looks down and too late notices the grenade at her feet. "What the...?" She slurs before succumbing to the gas, slumping over her control console, with a low sigh fast asleep.

In slips the infiltrator who pulls the girl back into her seat, and keys her eye, while she begins to unbutton her shirt, revealing small little b-cups envelopes by a cropped white camisole. "Sierra Actual? This is Sierra 3. I have neutralised the guard in the camera room and securing her uniform now. Once I lockdown the control room, the facility is all ours."


Indeed, that's my favourite thing about the sleeper dart concept, we know that once the drug is in her system and hits the brain it's all over for her. And if she ends up sliding down a wall, draped over a crate or desk or slumped in her chair, all the more sexier. Not to mention convenient for the infiltrator when it comes to stripping her!

Love the gassing idea. And you can't beat a blued eyed brunette.

Perhaps this is her: https://www.shutterstock.com/image-phot ... -355218137

Love the idea of her getting out a "What the . . . " before the gas puts her to sleep.

And you add the great comment: "I have neutralized the guard in the camera room and securing her uniform now." That great matter of fact comment about a woman the infiltrator has just put to sleep.

And regarding the dart idea I agree it really great when you see a pass out draped over something. One image I like to imagine is where a sentry is patrolling on a catwalk. She is hit with a dart and slumps over the railing so her upper body is dangling over. The intruder then needs to run up and pull her off the railing to both begin the uniform steal and keep the woman's body out of sight.