A RIDDLE WRAPPED IN A MYSTERY INSIDE AN ENIGMA

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Now it was Thursday…..………..
Erika’s time for scheming was coming to an end……….so far it had been time well spent
Zero hour was approaching…………and Erika Kreuz was starting to feel a sense of excitement
Building deep within her thin stomach………..
Erika’s wicked and secretly perverse plan was taking shape…………she thought she could actually pull it off………
But for her at least time was moving slowly………..especially during the day
Late tonight, she had something to do, and that was all that mattered to Erika……….
She was focused on one thing now………..and that was intercepting the unfortunate Fraulein Schreiber

Nevertheless, Erika had spent her time well, at the library completing the expected assignment………..
She had found the task mediocre at best……….
Erika had not even begun to test her full mental and written ability ………she had easily skirted the various traps within the vague and open question……….

Today she was just one of the girls………..being pleasant and compliant……….
No one suspected anything………..no one would have an inkling that she was up to something………
She had even exchanged a few pleasantries with the hated Lina Aberbach………..that on Erika’s part had taken a lot of self-control………
The girl prancing around with her lithe body and big tits………..her lovely dark hair and cute face
Her voice loud……….
Too loud for Erika’s liking………
Aberbach herself could do with a visit to Erika’s newly refurbished Room 104………down in the basement…….
But Erika knew that was not to be……..
Only the visitor and unwary Paula Schreiber had a reservation for that room……

Erika anticipated that her clandestine efforts would be the answer to her unease and sheer terror on being passed over for entry into the State Security apparatus………..
She was getting close to her ultimate goal now………
Tomorrow she would meet Paula Schreiber at the main gate………as long as nothing prevented her travel plans………….
Erika could not influence that particular aspect of the plan………….if her luck held………..Schreiber would arrive as expected…………..

What Erika had planned may still spectacularly backfire ……….
And if it did………..
Then ‘Hello’ Ammunition Factory or digging up fields full of potatoes in some desolate part of Eastern Germany……..or Poland, perish the thought on that last one……….
Fucking Poland………....the view most Germans still held……………
She would end up spending her youth fending off the unwanted attention of some fat in bred farmer
Who would be married to his equally fat and peasant looking wife, who in reality was probably his sister………
She may even end up being incarcerated………..for a long time and doing hard labour

But Erika thought not……….
She would be rewarded……….and it was worth the risk………she was beyond being desperate………..she feared for her future…………
Without being in State Security, there would be no future………..

And making Fraulein Schreiber’s life uncomfortable for an hour was a small price to pay for the startling verve and dash that Erika had initiated………..
No girl student at the institute had ever dared such a bold attempt at passing an examination……..her dedication to Socialism would be complete………..and unswerving in its commitment and loyalty……….
They would see that…………

She hoped that the Frau Direktorin would take a similar same view……….the decision would start with her
If there was one aspect of the human character they respected most in the individual, then that trait was one having a cruel and uncompromising efficiency in the service of the state……….
Showing no compassion, ignoring personal risk to achieve one’s goal to succeed over anything else…………
What better as a test of her loyalty………….and future potential for them to use

Lina Aberbach would not take her place…………she had worked too hard………….she had lived too much of a lie on who she really was……… and for so long………..she was not to be denied………
All those false smiles……….liking people she had actually hated………..the chanting and the excessive displays of party fervour………..
Pretending to admire those ‘Bovine’ minded bitches that they had set above her
To arrogantly watch over and lecture her on the morales of a good socialist life………..
They were a bunch of lying whores anyway………
As soon as it was dark they were all off……………
Strutting around in their poncy black market Western underwear and stockings………layered in makeup………overly tight clothes………….boozed up and rutting like animals
What a bunch of pigs……….

Erika would not be denied her rightful place within the system…………she was better than them all

Erika followed the set and usual routine of the day, a routine now so familiar to them all…………..sharing the apprehension and excitement that Friday would bring………….but for Erika, the excitement was for a different reason…………
Soon, this daily schedule would be replaced by another…………and deep down all the girls where nervous on what lay ahead in life………...most of the class were looking forward to an early night……….
No early night for Erika Kreuz……….
She had other plans…………..and those plans involved the darkness when the others would and should be sound asleep……….

Erika had some final preparation to complete…………….she did not want the unsuspecting Paula Schrieber to make all the effort in providing what she needed…………

After the evening meal and the block roll call she retired to her room……….she had politely refused invitations by others to meet later in the common room………...
She had feigned tiredness and a headache……….
There had been a buzz in the atmosphere due to tomorrow’s paper submission
Erika had a unique and very intense sense of nervous excitement……….hers was down to the fact that tomorrow she would finally get to meet Fraulein Schreiber…………and she was planning a very special welcome indeed………..

Erika waited patiently in her room, and time went slowly……….just lying there in her long cotton nightdress………pretending to engrossed in a book……….another filtered history of the glorious Revolution of 1917 and the inevitable Fascist defeat in 1945………………

In fact, she was just thinking of what lay ahead………….

Eventually around 9pm there was a harsh knock at her door……..
Whoever was behind did not wait to be invited in…………

As expected it was Fraulein Ziegler……….the instructor on duty………checking on them before lights out at ten………..
She was in her late twenties…………a dirty blonde, her hair now waved………..today her hair was rather free to her shoulders………and not harshly twisted and bunned as she normally wore it when within the institute………her tight hair normally gave her face a strict and harsh look………….like one of a camp guard

She was pretty enough………but her face and figure looked rather too full………soft and fleshy
When Erika had first seen and spied on her she had not looked like that…………
No doubt after the post war deprivations she was making up for lost time………
She was over indulging in food and drink……..no doubt enjoying the moment……..
But Erika knew……..if the woman did not slow down she would turn to fat forever, unable to redeem her once trim figure……..

Erika had remembered her like that………and had secretly lusted on touching her body all over……..not so much now………..but she still would if allowed or given the opportunity ..………

Margaretta Ziegler was a woman that Erika would like to take with force………….
Erika’s recent proximity and the intimacy shared when hugging Monika Koch had made her imagination more acute and vivid when it came to visualizing and enjoying other female’s bodies……….and mouths

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Erika no longer resisted her constant lurid thoughts, which she once shamefully considered morally wrong and sinful
Now she reveled in the knowledge on what she would and could do to them all……..now she accepted those erotic visions as being quite normal…………and not something to hide and bury deep within herself……

It did not take much to get her loins going nowadays………
Just the sight of Ziegler aroused her………..
After all, her hands had been all over Fraulein Ziegler’s bras and panties……….there were no secrets between them, although Ziegler was totally unaware of the connection and the illicit intrusion into her very private affairs……………
Erika had noted over time that the woman’s clothes and underwear were getting larger in size as her waist and breasts expanded………

‘All is well Comrade Kreuz’ enquired the female instructor………her tone almost military………..very formal

Erika noted she was wearing a lot of makeup……….she reeked of sweet lavender perfume
And she had divested herself of her uniform……….she was supposed to be on duty tonight, right through until the early morning……….
She was wearing a tight red cotton and wool dress…………whose hemline was well over her knees
Her legs encased in rich and very dark black nylon………Ziegler’s legs shined
Erika was smitten by the look of her legs………..
Her heeled shoes open on the toes………revealing red painted toenails……….seamless stockings too
The shoes were open on the dark nyloned feet………..strapped at her ankles…………the heels thin and high…….
Erika thought that she looked like a whore………..or dressed as a whore as Erika perceived one to look like……..after all, she had never encountered a real lady of the night…….
Nice shoes though………and new, Erika had not seen those within the confines of her room on her last nocturnal and very uninvited visit………..

And Erika liked to keep herself regularly updated on the latest fashion choices indulged in by these so-called female guardians of the state………

Erika determined that Fraulein Ziegler was not going to bed tonight, not even indulging in a quick lie down on the small non regulation cot within the duty station……….as they were all prone to do…….
They all, in their complacency towards duty had made it easy for Erika to invade and desecrate their living quarters………and all their intimates………
They had made victims of themselves……….and were none the wiser in their perceived arrogance and superiority……….

Just look at this one before her………she was supposed to be an officer in the Armed Forces…..
The way she was dressed and her face made up like some Hamburg Tart………….Erika had not been to Hamburg, but the institute had warned them all on the perils of the Reeperbahn…….

She noticed again the woman’s bulging tits trapped under the halter of the dress………..the neckline was rather low, but not enough to display an overt and too suggestive cleavage……….
Erika thought of them as udders…………..like a cow would have………
And Erika speculated that Fraulein Zeigler had the urge to be thoroughly milked tonight……….

Black lingerie no doubt………..maybe one of those tight lacy panty girdles that she had taken to wearing lately, complete with suspender straps for those silk black nylons she was now wearing……………
Ziegler must be going out, leaving her post……….taking advantage of the lull in supervision before being assigned to a new and younger class………
For them it would start all over afresh…………

Technically Ziegler was deserting her post………..but there was no one in authority to check on and punish her……
Erika would have liked to punish her………
And in Erika’s opinion Margaretta Ziegler deserved to be punished……….

But for tonight, she thought differently………..
Good thought Erika………..go and enjoy yourself, you fat and disgusting cunt………go and rut like the pig you are, have your tits suckled and groped by some foul breathed, tobacco and beer reeking man…..……let him bang your arse hard with his groin or slap you hard like the livestock that you are……….
I hope you gag as he forces his cock down your throat………..
Go and eat and drink yourself to death………..piggy
Oh………how she despised them all………….

Instead, she cutely smiled back up at the instructor…………..lowering her book
‘Everything is fine Fraulein Ziegler………..just finishing the last chapter’

Ziegler did not smile as she towered over the young woman in her bed………..she stood close to the frame and mattress, too close……….her poise domineering…………

A thick gold chain hanging from around her Décolletage ………her earrings were large rings that looked to be made of pure gold………..
Where did you loot that thought Erika…………another woman had worn those once, not this low-class bitch
Erika was waiting……..waiting for something that always happened when Ziegler entered her room alone………
There it was……..the pig’s eyes were scooting over her shapely legs, then up her body………..trying to imagine how she looked underneath her nightshirt………
But Ziegler had enough common sense than to try anything untoward……….

‘Make sure you get some rest Comrade ……….you’ll need it and good luck tomorrow’

Yes I will………..on both counts thought Erika……….…lesbian pig
‘Thank you Fraulein……..and goodnight’ still beaming………she yawned for effect

‘Goodnight’ and with that Ziegler left the bedroom……….her arse too big and tight on her wine red dress as she walked out

Erika took a final peek at those black nyloned legs………..behind her back Erika gave Ziegler a suggestive lick of her lips……..her tongue licking both in an exaggerated and erotic fashion………….suggesting that she wished to lick Ziegler somewhere else a little more private……….

Ziegler played both sexes……….with luck she would be fully occupied tonight………..and into the wee hours of the morning too……….

Erika waited until midnight………..

She had heard throughout the late evening a few of the other girls’ doors opening and closing………..no doubt visiting the ablutions………..
Eventually that noise had become less and less as the evening wore on and became late……….
She had heard nothing for a long time now………by midnight all should be asleep or near enough
She was well attuned to the class routine……….even after hours

She switched on her bedside lamp………..
Erika pulled back her sheets and blanket…………throwing her legs out of bed……….briefly revealing her strong thighs and what lay between her legs………the white of her cotton panties…….…..and her shapely legs flashed over the side……….
Ziegler would have liked that…………
Erika quickly tied her hair into a ponytail using a rubber band……….
Then she had quickly donned her thin blue brushed cotton dressing gown…………and picked up a medium sized toiletries bag, more like a small muslin sack and a then small white towel……….

She quietly left her room, checking first that all was clear………..and then closing the bedroom door very slowly and quietly behind her
She did not lock it……….in fact, they had never been given any keys to do so………
She padded softly up the corridor in her white issued slippers………..…making no noise
The corridor like the building was on low lighting………..very similar to being on emergency power……….
There was a lot of gloom and shadow……….places where she could blend in…………her normally white night dress looking rather grey……….
Erika felt very comfortable traversing these darkened corridors………..it was a route that she knew very well……..
Especially at this hour………..

She had done this late and nocturnal journey many times before……….pretending to go to the bathroom………..if she had ever been challenged………..
She never had been………….
The instructor’s night station office or booth was downstairs on the ground floor………….and fat Ziegler she already knew would not be there….……….

Hopefully, the plump and secret dyke was lying down somewhere, still in her garter belt and stockings………braless, her fleshy breasts wildly bouncing around………her eyes tightly closed, her mouth open and hopefully drooling, her legs and knees hitched up high…………with some man between them pumping her hard…………….or yet again, she may have been enjoying some woman’s head entrenched between her legs, tongue working deep and furiously………..

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Erika did not really care as long as she had omitted her duty for tonight……….but Erika did have a lurid imagination

She was already adept at sneaking past that station even if it was occupied………they were normally already asleep or dozing by now…………either that or reading a book or magazine………..or frigging themselves off, nothing would surprise her concerning that lot………

The fat one would be back before Silke Voigt came on duty………that was to be sure
All of them were careful to do that………..none had failed to be late for a changeover……..
Erika would be long gone by then………

Erika eventually made her way to the ablution room assigned to this floor……….the instructors had their own private bathroom………..smaller yes………but at least it had been equipped with a bath….……….
Erika could not remember when she had indulged in a bath………she was not quite sure that she had even experienced one……….
She had only known a shower………

She looked left and right………..all was silent as the grave

As per usual she did not go into the ablutions………..she had kept walking
She was heading for the staff living quarters……….
She finally came to another wing of the floor…………a set of double doors just ahead
Beyond these doors were four rooms………..
Below on the ground floor were another four…………

She almost slid along the polished wooden floor, and like a wraith through the swing doors……….she was well practiced with the maneuver…………practice had made perfect
If someone had caught a quick glance they would have been sure that they had just witnessed seeing a ghost……………
She knew exactly where she was going………………made easier with the knowledge that all the mature females that should be sleeping inside were all away on leave…………and not due back until Monday morning
This morning was her easiest trip yet……….
Ziegler and Voigt lived on the floor below………….

But Erika was leaving nothing to chance………….she was being as stealthy as if they were all snoring their heads off behind those closed doors………as was generally the case
Erika was well aware that those rooms were vacant and open to her type of investigation………..bedrooms full of their personal things that made them women……….soft feminine items that she could feel and touch……..…apparel that served the same purpose, but all different and in the taste and style of the individual woman who had obtained them…………..
Erika’s to violate……….intrude upon………..invade…….

The small annex was dark……….she was used to operating in such light, the illuminating and advertising ceiling lights were kept off…………..

As she passed each room she resisted the urge to invade them all…………
She was looking for one room in particular………….one she had entered many times before
The door appeared to look the same as the others………..on the outside at least………..and of course it was……..
But inside, there were items of a womanly nature that were rather special to Erika’s immediate needs……….

Then, in the gloom and shadow she made out what she looking for………….a room marked with the number four………..a black metal number on the white door helped………..
On the right was a wooden name plate with just a surname………..light wood with black lettering

She knew that this room was occupied by Fraulein Lorena Richter…………twenty-six years old
Another female Leutnant seconded from the Volks Army………
Who was probably right at this moment enjoying her time at home, which was the city of Magdeburg in Brandenburg……….
Totally unaware that right now a girl was breaking into her quarters with the intention of stealing some of her rather intimate wears …….

Right now, there was no chance that Lorena Richter would be standing there in one of those short and seductive black rayon night dresses with the spaghetti shoulder straps, opening her door and demanding to know what Erika was doing outside her bedroom door at this hour in the morning………..
Erika visualized the scenario anyway………..
Richter’s sleepy eyes angry……..her face strict and demanding respect……..…her hair loose and skewwhiff
Erika experienced the vivid image of herself clamping her hand over Richters mouth………at the same time pushing her backwards into the bedroom towards the bed……….
Richters eyes going wide in shock…………...her bare arms flailing………..…

But Erika’s lovely thought was just a mere fantasy………
Erika always became moist between her legs during these visits………sometimes more

Erika reached inside her toiletry bag………….she rummaged around, looking back at the swing doors…….. until she finally produced what she needed to use on the white door’s lock……..

She had in her hand what looked like various sized Allen or Hex keys………..she had made them herself during her metal work classes……….
The various keys opened all the door locks of the lady instructors’ bedrooms………..she could confirm that fact as she had already done so on many a private excursion………….
She had become a skilled metal worker………..
If her unorthodox and unauthorised clandestine operation failed then she would at least be an asset on the workshop floor of that dreaded ‘Ammunition’ factory threatened by that skinny shit Hauptmann Hedwig Feldhof……….

She smiled at that thought………….she had always been cool under pressure

She selected the key needed………inserted it into the lock………..inserting being the right word as she was about to violate the woman’s very intimate space……….
She delicately turned and twisted the key until finally she heard that familiar click……….
She was in………

She opened the door and was quickly inside……….and closed the door quietly behind herself
The door made a soft click as the catch caught…………
Erika was once more inside a woman’s sleeping quarters……….uninvited of course
She did not switch on the light………..she knew where the switch was, even in the dark……..
And the room was dark…………pitch black
The curtains were drawn; no natural nightlight entered the room casting shadow………the drapes were made of a thick double lined material……….leftovers from the war and ideal to enforce blackout regulations………..

Erika removed the towel from around her neck and placed it at the base of the door……..bending over and making sure the towel was tight and flush with the unusually wide gapped threshold…………..she did not want any white light escaping from under the door………advertising that someone was in the room……..

This was her normal procedure……….so far
It was a healthy precaution…………all the instructors were supposed to be away………..but still.
Someone other than them may all of a sudden become overly keen in their duties………
Not all the female staff at the institute were bovine brained sloths………….and sluts to boot

With her masking task complete she stood up and on switched on the light………
Once more It was a low wattage bulb………
The room when lit was not overly bright……….

She breathed in deeply……….her large chest expanding under the loose-fitting gown and nightshirt…………..her shoulders arched back………..her legs apart
She was within the inner sanctum of Lorena Richter………..
The room smelled of woman……….…it smelled particularly of the woman herself……….….of who she was
Musty sweet perfume………....used bedclothes…………..the ash in the cigarette tray……….
As per usual Erika loved being there……….

So why Fraulein Richter’s room tonight……….why her
It was quite simple really……….
She needed a few items from Fraulein Richter that would aid Erika in her nefarious plan………

Lorena Richter was Erika’s size in all departments……..
The other three females were good in some areas…………..very wanting in others…………but Fraulein Richter was a perfect size in every respect………
Even though she had never actually tried on any of the absent woman’s clothes……….the various labels stored away did not lie……….

Even though the woman’s clothing would fit Erika like a glove..……….there would be no comparison in the looks department………
Whereas Erika Kreuz had been born a beauty………….
Sadly, for Lorena Richter…………she had not

The instructor’s brown fawnlike eyes were too large, almost bulbous, her brow heavy set………her lips too wet and thick………her fleshy facial cheeks tended to hang from her face
Her neck thick………..her chin was rounded and her brown hair rather thin and wispy, always badly cut and looked a little grimy……….and her ears were hardly petite

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And sometime during her life she had broken her nose…………..

But nature, in its twisted and perverse way of putting a wrong to right had provided the woman with the means of somehow being desirable to the opposite sex………..or her own if she desired……..
Although denying Lorena Richter good looks………….nature had compensated in providing the woman with one hell of a well-proportioned and shapely body………….
This Erika knew………..they matched in size…….…in all measurements

And she was a good socialist……….and committed…………if that counted for anything in the normal world
But within this regime……….it was all Leutnant Richter had going for her…………and that’s all she would probably ever really have………
Her faith and her uniform………..

But in Erika’s eyes she was a good catch…………especially as fate had decided that their bodies were the same in proportion……….
Her tits were the same size, the labels on her bras had confirmed that…………
Erika had been tempted before to try one or two on…………...for just that reason
The instructor’s waist and hips were the same shape and girth, her thighs and backside………her rump was also tight………
Her height and weight………..identical

In short, put a bag over Lorena Richter’s head and one could have a good time there……….

Fraulein Richter excised regularly……….she dieted and rarely drank alcohol……..
Her only vice being her cigarette consumption…………the half full ashtray was evidence of that………
She was a heavy smoker, insecure maybe………..her looks did not help and the uniform could only take one so far……….at some point in the day Lorena Richter would have to take it off……….and look at her reflection in the mirror……….and stare at the real woman looking back at her………..
She was a shouter too…………always loud and overbearing

Erika when thinking of the woman’s uniform noted that the field grey tunic was hanging from a hook on the outside of the small wardrobe……….
Her skirt draped over a nearby plain wooden, full backed chair…………..on top of the skirt was a slinky beige full slip…………..slack and deliciously flimsy looking…………..

Erika could not resist……..
She moved over and picked up the slip, her fingers being careful…………she tenderly stroked the lace trimmed cups, then fingered the little bow set between them………..totally immersed in the thought that another woman’s breasts had been in harmony within them……….
Erika’s hand then delicately caressed the clammed shaped floral trimmed hemline………then the thin shoulder straps that would slide over the absent woman’s complementing bra……………
She lifted the silky soft garment to her nose………..
She breathed in deeply………..
She smiled, almost a leer……..…instantly she knew that the item of underwear had been recently worn………….the sweet fragrance of the woman’s perfume still permeated the soft fabric……….

Reluctantly Erika placed the underwear back on top of the field grey skirt……….
Laying the garment the same way as she had found it…………
She took in more of her surroundings …………

There was no obvious sign of an equally used brassiere……….
Or of her panties either………..
None of these typical undergarments were to be seen just abandoned or draped off furniture or a door handle…………
But the wicker basket placed in a corner, with a loose looking lid suggested where they may lie………
The basket was near the heavy blackout curtains…………..set into a corner

But she did see something lying on Richters bed that did catch her interest………….

The bed and its frame were identical to those issued to the students..………and those stored in Room 104 down in the basement…………white and iron framed, a spring bedstead………..except the woman’s mattress was thick and comfortable…………the pillows looked extra fluffy as well come to think of it…………
But it was not the bed that had caught Erika’s roving eye………..
But what was lying on the made-up blankets and white sheets had………….

There were two of them…………just lying there, discarded
They appeared more translucent and softer looking after Richter must have peeled them off her legs…………they were beige in colour
Erika recognised them for what they were……….
They were a pair of the woman’s stockings………….
The same stockings Richter must have worn with the uniform………….
Erika had already recognised them as the type and shade worn to compliment the uniform………they all wore the same shaded nylons over their legs………..
When in class, Erika had stared at this shade of stocking on different legs for years…………yearning to wear them
A heavy denier………
Erika assumed the hosiery must be regulation…………
Many times, she had slid her hands and sniffed identical pairs belonging to them all………..

Nevertheless, she never tired of playing with nylons…………other women’s nylons
Erika moved over to the bed and picked one up…………
She ran her hand over the soft material; Erika could see that they had been used…………imagining Fraulein Richter’s leg and thigh which had been the last to grace the inside of this particular stocking………..
She slid her hand further inside……………..she knew just by the touch that they were not real silk……….probably nylon

Her breathing became a little tighter as her hand travelled past the thicker and dark welt, then the shadow welt………….were Richters thick and soft thigh had once been……….
All hidden under her clothes…………until now
The welts of any stocking were highly provocative………darker than the stocking themselves………..erotic, sexy………..and Lorena Richter, despite her features had fantastic legs……….
The same as her own………..
Lorena Richters stockings would look good on her………

She detected a little blemish on the top of the welt………..and another one…………….and two more
To any normal woman it would been insignificant…………a matter of daily routine and normality……..
But to Erika it created a sense of intense arousal………..
It was where Fraulein Richter had clipped her suspender straps onto the stocking top………….
The woman must have done so when putting them on……………and had repeated the process when taking them off at the end of her working day……..

By the look of it………Richter had been eager to go on leave………
Hardly bothering to put her used garment’s away………except for her bra and panties, soiled or stained probably

Erika imagined Richter standing where she was now………her leg hitched up………her foot resting on the bed………..removing her clothes in the privacy and sanctity of this same place where Erika now stood………unfastening and easing the stockings from her legs……….just in a bra and panties……….
Erika slid her hand further inside the nylon down to the reinforced toe seam…………..
Erika saw her fingers………her unvarnished fingernails………..obscured and turned a darker beige by the nylon weave……….looking the same as what the toe nails belonging to Richter must have looked like under the reinforced seam………….
There was no doubt that Richter’s toe nails must be varnished in some colour or another…………..

She brought her stocking layered hand up to her nose……….
Again, she beathed in heavily……….
She was not repulsed………….she detected a hint of leather
All she could perceive was the fragrance of a woman………she closed her eyes

But now was not the time to get carried away……….she needed to be disciplined
She removed the stocking and placed it carefully next to the other one…………exactly how Richter had left them

Erika breathed out………..then in…………attempting to regulate her ached chest
She was so excited………
There must be an accompanying garter belt somewhere………..but Erika did not see it…………and now was not the time to go off delving randomly……..
Her illicit search tonight was precise……….she knew what she wanted from Fraulein Richter

She moved over to the small chest of drawers…………a dark and heavy wooden affair, again hardly brand new……….also very plain in design………..
Just a heavily varnished box really with cheap brass handles………..another example of very reusable military equipment……..
Erika was very familiar in handling these drawers………

She knew exactly how Lorena Richter had organised her underwear..………..
Erika, due to her previous visits knew exactly what drawer held what

With her back slightly bent over she pulled on a selected brass handle………..
As she suspected, the inside was bereft of booty………….inside was just the other two pairs of beige stockings that Fraulein Richter’s wore when in uniform…………
Her quality nylons were not there………… two tan pairs, two black and one pair that was a dark yet sheer light coffee brown……….if she had remembered correctly………..
No sign of the garter belts either……….she only had four………..ivory, black and white……….they were sturdy belts designed to sit high on equally waste high panties………..
Erika surmised that when Lorena Richter had left this room she had still been wearing the garter belt that she had worn under her uniform……..
Erika paused……..
That must be it……..
A quick change of dress and she was off……….
She would be wearing the same bra and panties too………….
Richter had just changed the slip and her stockings…………
Erika loved this part of her intrusions……….it was like playing at being detective……..only she was committing the crime………
Erika would not be borrowing a garter belt and stockings……….that was now obvious

She closed the drawer………..she made no noise in doing so………….the movement was nice and slow………
She ignored the other drawers except for two more……….she was being focused
Inside both was what she had really come for……..

She pulled softly on the handle……….
She licked her lips in anticipation…………
Her dark and inquisitive eyes were rewarded with the sight of a few brassieres……….
Not as many as per usual though, that was plainly obvious………..

Richter had packed away her more sassy and racy bras………the ones with the floral laced designs, the cups and bands a little daring and sheer…………
Her black and ivory ones were gone……….maybe two of the white ones……..
What was left………

Her hands shook slightly as she went to pick up one of the remaining and folded over bras……….
All were white…………they looked well used
Erika knew these remaining lingerie items to be the woman’s work bras…………..
But still, they were of good quality………….
Enticing to Erika, somehow more so than Richter’s more flashy pieces………
Maybe because these not so glamourous and audacious
They were everyday pieces of lingerie were more erotic to Erika in that they were what real women wore under their shirts, sweaters and blouses when they had no need to impress………..

Erika did not just rummage around…………she delicately lifted and inspected the four bras that had remained………
Her fingers felt for thickness and the look of the shoulder straps………..lifted a cup looking at its design and decoration……………imagining how would the band would appear and feel on her own back………..and not Lorena Richters………
Afterall, they would all fit nicely over Erika’s hefty tits…………

Erika finally saw a white bra that took her fancy………..
She eased the garment from under two others……….

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Being careful to leave the two bras on top as nicely folded as when Richter’s own hands had done so………..
Once the selected bra was lifted clear of the others she stood straight and let the brassiere fall free………..

She inspected her intended choice…………..
Not bad she thought……….in fact she was thrilled
The bra in her hand was her first choice in selecting a real women’s underclothes……….to wear herself that is………………..
The fact that the garment belonged to another woman made it even more appealing……….
Erika felt no remorse or shame in the fact that she was stealing it……….

The bra had been well used……………now probably relegated to the status of a week day work bra………but the garment still held a feminine allure
A deep plunge bra with nylon laced bust cups, ideal for dipping neckline fashions……….
Erika guessed that Richter at one time, probably when the bra was new wore it under a nice thin dress………and not as now with her starched and heavy white uniform shirt…….

Erika’s hands slid inside the cups…………
Her mind immersed……….
Richters hefty tits had once been inside these, her fingers touched were the woman’s nipples and teats would have been………rubbing and nestled up against the cups
Erika had long wanted to this when the woman was wearing it…………imagining the act……..stalking the woman with her eyes instead………
Richter at some point must have worn this same bra when Erika was watching her…….many times………...hidden under her clothes

What was that material lining the cups……..her fingers explored……..they appeared to be lined with marquisette………...a sheer weaved material………….allowing a floral design to be stitched on the outside………..rubber lifts and underwiring had been inserted under the cups to provide extra support and lift for the breasts
All to create a good cleavage……….moulding the breasts into a lovely contour……….the band was not sheer, a thick U Band in design……..stretchable and elastic in fit……..a two-way hook at the rear……….the shoulder straps were wide set and adjustable…….

Erika stroked the torso band………….white polyester she guessed and rightly so she was…………and still white, there was no sign of any discolouration or wear and tear……..
She held the bra up………
One of Richter’s bras for Fraulein Richters exclusive use………….
But not any more……..later this morning the bras exclusivity was no more
Erika was going to wear the bra……….she was breaking her rule for the success of her mission

She checked herself……….she looked at the small alarm clock sitting on a small bedside cabinet………..
Yes……..it was Friday already……….
The day that would cement or destroy her destiny……….maybe her future

She placed Richter’s ex bra on the bed……….
She was happy in her choice……….
She actually spoke, which went against her rule……….very low, almost a whisper
‘Thank you Lorena’

She needed panties too………real woman’s briefs as well
She turned on her slipper shod feet………

She closed Fraulein Richters bra drawer………again very slowly………
Her hand opened the drawer that she knew held the woman’s panties……….
She was not disappointed………again the intimate undies were folded over neatly…………..
Richter was a very methodical and precise girl………..
Erika wanted a white pair………..that would compliment the bra she was stealing
Erika noted again that the rather more daring and sheer pairs were missing……….those ones tended to be lower on the hip……..
After all, when a girl travelled she tended to pack and wear her best choice in undies………..and Lorena Richter, not being blessed in the looks department was no different than any other young woman……….
And still, she had a great body, legs and arse and ripe tits…………so what assets she did have she sported and flaunted to their best………
Maybe she was hoping to get lucky on leave………..

Therefore, and naturally, all her sexy undies had disappeared…………
Only Richter’s everyday work panties remained………..
But that was good enough for Erika’s needs……….to her it was like Christmas………

Most were white………she spotted a black, a grey material………a nude colour……….
Erika tilted her head to get a better look without touching………there were some plain cotton briefs there………….also shiny satin or polyester numbers………..

She slowly lifted a stack of about four pairs of panties………like she was removing a mine………….which she had done a few times during defence training……….

She placed them down on the top of the chest of drawers……..
A white pair remained on top of the remaining briefs…..………the pile of about six on the right looked like gym panties………
She saw something else too…………there a black shiny one-piece swimsuit there………
It looked lovely and tight……..like a leotard………..
She had a big urge to strip off her nightwear and try it on…….
Again, she reminded herself that now was not the time to get distracted………

Back to the white panties……….there was a shine to them………a satin and polyester mix……….no doubt they would be springy and tight when worn…..………..
She removed them and let them fall free………..
She had made a good choice……….
Women then tended to wear panties that either ended high up on the waist or they sat on the hips…………more than likely on the waist if they wore a garter belt………but not always
Erika had done her research………..….thoroughly

Erika had selected a pair of Fraulein Richters panties that would snap high around her waist…………and Erika was very pleased with them…………..
Still brilliant white…………a sassy looking bow stitched into the centre of the waistband…………
Erika held the panties across her own waist……….even in her nightdress and gown they looked tantalising…………stretching them across her hips………..
They were plain and seamless in design………only the small feminine bow adorned them………..they were stretchy and elastic in touch………
She saw the reinforced gusset………designed to be hidden when worn…….
She lifted the white panty gusset to her nose………..and breathed in…………her lungs expanding………..they smelt clean………..laundered……….

She closed her eyes…………..and slid the white panties along the cheeks of her face
Remembering in watching Richters arse as she paraded around the classroom……….or when she strutted in her heels and stockings along a corridor……….her peach shaped arse probably inside these same panties that Erika now held in her hands and to her face……….
Richters pubis……….the slit of her vagina caressing this same gusset was now instead caressing her face………….
The violation felt wonderful………….exciting………….erotic

She shuddered slightly………….she was aware of a fresh moistness between her legs

She reluctantly opened her eyes…………..and removed the panties from her face……….
She was going to wear these too………….her vagina would soon replace that of Lorena Richter
Her first choice in real woman’s pants……….another woman’s
The absent Richter did not know………..but she was Erikas’s first………….
Erika placed the woman’s panties next to her new bra………..
Lorena Richter would never see or wear them again………..

So, Erika had her new grownups underwear………it was what she had mostly come for, but not quite all
She required a little more from the absent woman’s boudoir….………..there was something else Erika needed, more important even than the woman’s underwear………..

Erika lightly picked up the stack of panties on top of the dresser, careful not upset the careful creases made by the hands of the woman herself…..
She then delicately placed them all back on top of the others within the drawer…………
Lorena Richter would be none the wiser that someone had outrageously touched up her undies……..
Erika hoped that it would take some time for her to notice that a pair of her briefs were missing………likewise one of her brassieres…………
Erika slowly slid the drawer forward………..
And backed away………

More importantly to Erika it was her feet that worried her most……….
Would the visiting Paula Schrieber have the same sized feet……….shoes were difficult to squeeze into and walk in if they did not fit correctly…………or not fit at all
That’s was one item belonging to all the ‘Bovine’ ladies’ that Erika had actually tried on………..
She had read somewhere early on that high heeled footwear took a lot practice to walk in safely……….
At first, for Erika it was like walking on stilts……….
So, Erika had become highly proficient in their use, like a real woman should……….when she walked in them she would look as natural as they did…………..
It was a skill that Erika had gladly not overlooked………and know would be ideal in accomplishing her first real test……….
And there was a plus in dishonestly wearing another woman’s shoes………….the true owners would never know one hundred percent that another female’s foot had been inside them………..

So having the correct shoe size was essential for her plan to succeed……….
It was different with women’s clothes……….
A dress, a skirt or a blouse……..even if they were not a perfect fit……….one could usually get away with a small difference in size………….
A bra, slip and panties the same…….
Stockings could and would stretch……….
But not shoes……..

Lorena Richter had the same size feet as Erika……….
Satisfied in her choice in another woman’s undies Erika moved over to the small wardrobe………

For the first time she noticed the obviously used and wrinkled white uniform shirt hanging behind the previously seen field grey tunic………complete with its stitched Army insignia and rank epaulettes……..
She moved the tunic with her hand………
The black service tie was on the hanger inside the shirt………

She opened the wardrobe door that was free from hung up uniform items………
The inside of the wardrobe was slim pickings indeed……….
It was quite obvious that Richter had packed away the choicer items of her wardrobe……..
Erika, on her last visit to this room had run her hands gratifyingly along a rail full of women’s apparel………
Richter’s civilian frocks and dresses and skirts………her transparent blouses and tight sweaters……..at times bringing them close to her nose and mouth, deeply breathing them in……..
All were currently missing ………………….they were probably in Brandenburg………..

A unique piece of female dress caught her eye………
A piece that Erika had always found rather sexy………whoever wore it
On the top shelf above was Richters service hat, a pillbox design like they had all worn when in uniform………the silver Army badge facing centre………
She let it be…………..her instant reaction had been to place it on her own head………….
But Erika could not trust herself……………
If she had tried on the rather suggestive and provocative small hat who knows were that would have led……….probably with Erika trying on the whole uniform……..and everything else that was meant to be worn underneath it……….
Right now, that option was beyond her remit……….and time frame

She had always been careful not to overstay her invitation…………

Nevertheless,
Erika loved them all to be in those small and sexy hats……….
Even the stick like specimen Hedwig Feldhof had managed to carry off the effect very well
The woman had looked different in wearing it………...almost sexually desirable………..…fuckable, her skinny body naked, just wearing this hat……..

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Even Richter looked better wearing her hat………of course, her tight, curved and good-looking body had helped……….

Stop torturing yourself Erika she thought……….

Erika forcibly shifted her gaze………..
Only Fraulein Richter’s work wear remained within the closet……….a few heavier wool and tweed skirts, dark brown or grey with matching suit jackets……….one in plaid, the other looked to be in a Glen Check
The other two suits and skirts were plain and dark in design, one being taupe and Richter did have taupe shaded stockings ………these skirts being shorter than the tweeds……..

Erika had seen Richter daily in these outfits..………..the woman spouting her usual repertoire of socialist wisdom
Erika, outwardly at least, always looked engrossed in what was being said…………..
In reality, she was always trying to work out what they wearing underneath those tight suites and soft blouses……….
Sometime it was not hard to work out………..
Erika ran her hands over a rather translucent blouse………she had seen that one before as well……….
These were the blouses that normally complimented the skirt and suits hung from the rail…………

On the shelf that held her service cap Erika saw the belts, gloves and scarfs………..also other accruements that women used when getting dressed and completing their look of the day……….or night

All Richters social attire, her quality and stylish clothes………..the garments that she thought made her attractive were missing…………..she remembered a few frocks and dresses in there………..quite nice too
With Richter’s body and tits, she would look rather good wearing them…………
So would Erika too…….……given the opportunity
Though Erika would look ten times better in them………after all, she had the face to match any outfit
Richter did not………..

She tried to concentrate………
Time was moving on……….
She had been in the bedroom longer than intended……..

She had not finished in filching Richters personal possessions………………..
She closed the door to the wardrobe……….
She perused what was on the small vanity table, with its rectangular wood framed mirror…….….the place were Fraulein Richter applied her make up, combed, brushed and made up her hair………..maybe spraying perfume on her neck and upper chest……..…under her arms

Erika imagined the woman sitting there………..
Sitting on the small stool, looking at herself in the mirror……….
Maybe completely topless, sedentary, lazily brushing her hair and being half awake, gazing at the reflection of herself early in the morning, her busty breasts hanging loose and parted, fleshy white and full, the brown circle of her nipples reflected back at her in small mirror……………
Then she would start the laborious task of applying her makeup……….trying to enhance what nature and her parents had denied her……..

Erika noted that all the cosmetics had been removed………no doubt taken and packed for her leave, after all, they were hard to obtain on the open and legal market……….and very expensive…….
Erika had also just noticed that the woman’s civilian purse, handbag and shoulder bag were also missing………..
Only her black leather Army shoulder bag remained…………

So……….no makeup to borrow
All the girls in the class were not allowed any……….she thought of one or two might have a secret lipstick squirreled away somewhere………..after all, they were all females……….
But asking any of them to borrow one would raise too many questions……….

What to do……….
Erika was quick……..
She had been through all these ladies’ handbags at one time, including the occupant of this bedroom…….
They all had one thing in common……..
When they were all out and about they all carried a small selection of cosmetics with them……….to touch up and repair their makeup during the day……….or night
Such is female vanity……..
Fraulein Schreiber would be no different………….
Monika Koch had said she would be young……….why would she be any different………

Once more Erika redirected her head and gaze……….
She wanted her last items…….
The woman’s bed was neatly laid out………..the bedding square and tight……..the pillows plush and fluffed out……..
Erika walked over and picked up one of the white pillows………..
She brought the pillow to her mouth and nose……….
She breathed in……..
The pillow smelled of female hair…………Richters hair
She shook out the pillow and placed it back in place……….her hand smoothing out the white cotton

The last items she needed……
Erika knew where they were already……….
She suddenly dropped to her bare knees………lifting up her gown and nightdress in the process………..
Erika then bent over low to look under Lorena Richters bed…………………

As expected, the small service issue suitcase was not there………….
But there were other items stashed away under those bed springs………….a little dust too
And there they were, some of them at least…………….
Richters shoes…………….
But not her heels and platform shoes………they were all gone, being used right now she guessed
Erika knew that Richter favoured high heels with ankle straps, black and shiny leather…………complimenting those tan nylons that she liked to smother over her legs………
In one of those short black frocks………..

There were her uniform shoes…………but Erika did not want those

Erika was after a pair of her work shoes…………
She knew they would fit her feet………
Paula Schreiber’s shoes may not………
Erika could and would not take the chance……….
Whatever Schreiber's dress size was she was sure she could squeeze into it……..supposing she was wearing a dress……
Schreiber’s underwear size was now irrelevant…………
Erika had just helped herself to a set that would fit her perfectly………..

Time would tell……..on Schreiber's clothes………..but so far Erika’s luck had held

Thinking of time………..she had better get a move on………
The work shoes were there……..…three pairs
She saw a black low heeled leather pair very open on the foot, well used and polished………the other two pairs were again well used, dark brown leather………

There was also a pair of white running shoes there…….
Plus, a pair of rubber soled gym shoes……..or Daps as the English called them

The two brown pairs were ladies lace up shoes, with a low heel………..the type of footwear that you would expect a mature female teacher to wear…………
These were supposed to be her working shoes……….to match with tweed suites……….
Yet the woman had rarely worn them to class………..

In work, Richter favoured eye catching and stimulating heels………...the two black pairs with a pointed toe………..with no ankle straps and very open on her foot, revealing the mouthwatering nylon that encased her feet………..
They were not there……….
Richter had taken her good shoes………some of those heels Erika had seen and had wanted……..
Erika had tried a pair on once………and they had fitted perfectly
Damn………she was left with a poor choice here………..

Maybe Fraulein Schreiber's shoes would fit……………
But if they did not…………
Erika was left with only one choice……….
Erika reached out under the bed and retrieved the black pair of low heeled and open shoes……….
At least she had a backup pair that would fit her……..

Erika stood up…………it was time to leave
She picked up her medium sized muslin toiletries sack, which was empty…………and proceeded to stuff the now stolen shoes inside……………
She likewise tightly refolded the bra and panties that she intended to don later that morning……….

She was careful with the soft polyester…………..making a small bundle……….
Erika made sure the stolen underwear was placed carefully within the soft bag……….she did not want to stain the white material……….

Her homemade hex keys were placed on the bed……….

Satisfied that her purloined spoils were secure and safe she looked around the bedroom………
All appeared exactly the same as when she had entered………….
But it was not……..a bra, a pair of panties and a pair of ladies’ shoes were now missing………..

With her loot in one hand……….her homemade keys in the other……….Erika made to leave
Erika carefully turned off the light…………….
She waited briefly, letting her vision adjust to the darkness…………..
Still holding her bag, with the hex keys now in the same hand, she bent down and retrieved her towel from the wide gapped threshold………..
She slowly opened the door and peeked outside……….the hallway was still dark………….and very silent

She looked left and right…………..still all clear………
She entered the corridor………
Using her homemade hex key she relocked the door…………
Then silently, Erika left the small dark annex like the wraith she had become……….heading towards her own unviolated sanctuary…………back to her refuge, tightly holding her muslin bag filled full of goodies

It was finally Friday………

And Erika Kreuz would never visit Fraulein Lorena Richter’s living quarters ever again………..
Neither would she see her again, or any of the other lady instructors…………

All of them had suspected nothing……….
All were ignorant of Erika’s increasing and nocturnal visits……….
The mere thought that another female, let alone a young immature trainee, would ever become infatuated with their clothes, not to mention a bizarre and unhealthy fixation regarding their underwear……….
They would have found the idea unbelievable, even laughable………..and equally morally disgusting at the same time
All had been unknowing victims……..
They were lucky that they themselves had not been accosted…………and it was just their clothes and possessions that had been violated……… and a violation it had been

When they all returned on Sunday or Monday, they would be none the wiser……
They would return wary and tired from their journey………..
Unlikely to feel fresh from the packed trains and trolly buses…….…eager to bathe or shower
Entering their supposedly private quarters, nothing would have changed on the surface, appearing exactly as they had left them………
Each of them throwing their cases onto metal springe beds, slipping off uncomfortable shoes, the feet sweaty and damp under the clinging nylon…………….
All would be stripping off sullied clothes after a long journey……….silky slips falling to the floor……… garter belts or girdles may follow………..stockings too………….each divesting their bodies of bras and panties that had never really been their own………..

All these women being oblivious to the fact that they had been sharing their clothes with another……..someone who had taken a very unhealthy and corrupt interest in them all………..

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Little did they know, and if they did they would have been frightened to death……….that a young sociopath that had been among them all along, stalking them, waiting……….and watching them……..…secretly wanting to act and look like them…………

And that abnormal watcher’s voyeurism and her constant eroticism of these quite normal women was becoming something more than pent up frustration………….
The visions were becoming more vivid, almost real in her sick mind………more intense and had constantly surged through her loins at all hours of the day and night

It would have been only a matter of time before their clothes were not enough………there was coming a time when she would have had one of them………or possibly two………….or maybe all of them
Her twisted fetish and desires had become that powerful and deep…………
She……..the watcher……..had already imagined a room down below in the basement………a room full of gagged and bound women……….
All of them forcibly silenced……….squirming and twisting their restrained bodies……….
The once overly confident women, once loud and arrogant, overbearing and intrusive were rendered helpless and naked and all at the mercy of the watcher’s varied, very inventive and very sordid molestations……….

They had been very fortunate indeed……….and not one of them had suspected a thing

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