WW2 Spy Stories:- Operation Foxley Epilogue:- Escape to Switzerland
Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2024 9:23 pm
Due to the popularity of Operation Foxley, I have decided to write this epilogue as a thank you to my fans. Fresh from her successful assassination of Adolf Hitler, Martin Bohrmann and Hermann Göering on board Hitlers personal train, young SOE agent Ella Rosenberg is wounded and fleeing for her life. With her mission complete Ella must now flee from Germany through Switzerland if she is to see her fiancé again. But first, she needs to mend her shoulder wound and find a change of clothes. This is the conclusion of her story...
6km from Adler Süd, Southern Germany 10:36am, Thursday 26th October 1942
Panting heavily clutching her shoulder, Ella Rosenberg ran through the trees putting as much distance as she could between herself and the pursuing SS bodyguards. The pain from her shoulder felt like knives but she couldn't allow it to slow her down, she had to survive to see Benjamin again. Ella could hear the sounds of barking dogs and crunching of leaves underneath nazi jackboots behind her growing fainter and fainter. Allowing herself a moment to breathe, Ella stopped by the side of a dirt road and checked her wound weighing up her next move. It looks worse that it feels, the bullet just grazed the shoulder but I will need to get it dressed. I will also need a change of clothes, I'am not going to get very far dressed like this. Some transportation would come in handy to get me to the border. I just need to find the right woman. The sound of an engine from the road, caught her attention. Ducking into the ditch, Ella glanced to the source of the sound.
It was a small boxy German military ambulance, the sign of the red cross flashed on the side. Peering into the cab, Ella smiled as she saw two figures sat inside; one an SS doctor a white lab coat over his olive green uniform, the shoulder tabs indicating the rank of Major the other a pretty young military nurse dressed in a blue uniform dress, over which was a white apron and red cross armband on her right arm, with a matching red cross head wrap. She had smooth rounded freckled features and high cheekbones. Ella smiled. Well, well. Two birds one stone. She can treat my wounds and then when she's stop being useful, I take her uniform. I will need to get rid of the doctor first... Hiding both her MP40 and knife behind her back, she ran out onto the road waving her arm.
"Doctor, look! A waitress from the train and it looks like she's been shot!" Cried 22 year old Nurse Helga Bauer from the passenger seat, pointing at the young blonde woman flagging them down. Next to her the middle aged ash blonde Doctor-Major Gunther Schindler nodded his head, bringing the ambulance to a halt. "Come, nurse Bauer. Perhaps she can identify the assassin." Grabbing his doctors bag, Schindler shot out the ambulance with Helga at his side. The woman grimaced as they approached holding out her hand. "Thank god your here, herr doctor. It was terrible, the Führer was shot dead and the assassin clipped me on the way out." Schindler got closer to her his face full of concern. "It's alright, fraulein. You're safe now. Let me see your other arm. What's you're name?" Helga didn't have time to cry out a warning, as the waitress drew the knife from behind her back with a flash of steel stabbed Schindler through the heart with a steak knife. "The name is Ella Rosenberg." The woman said without emotion savagely pulling out the blade from the man's chest. The doctor coughed up blood before crumpling to the road dead. Helga was just about to scream but was cut short as the "waitress" drew an MP40 swinging it level at her chest. "Don't move Nazi bitch or you will end up like him. Put those hands up!"
"P-please don't kill me! I'am just a nurse!" Cried the young nurse, her hands shooting up. "Shut up, bitch! What's your name?" The pretty nurse hesitated for a second, glancing at the body of the doctor, then the weapons in Ella's hands. "H-Helga B-Bauer, why did you kill him?" Ella ignored her question. "Pretty name for a little nazi. Here's what's going to happen, Helga. You're going give me the doctor's gun then roll him into the ditch , or I will kill you right here and now. Understood?" The young nurse nodded fervently doing as she was told. Pocketing her bloody knife, Ella caught the luger Helga had tossed her before rolling the dead major off the road. All the while, she appraised the young woman. She's my size alright, right down to those brown leather shoes. I will take everything from her. After all, she won't be needing it."Good girl, now we are going to get into the ambulance and go for a little ride. You can drive right?" Helga nodded. "Y-yes. Will you let me go?" She asked as Ella pointed the gun at her breasts, leading into the vehicle. Slamming the door shut, she smiled. "Follow my instructions and treat my wounds, and I will give you my word. Now shut up and drive, I will tell you where to go and stick to the back roads." Looking hopeful, Helga put the ambulance into reverse going the opposite direction.
Abandoned Farmstead 10km West from Adler Süd, 11:00am
"Now I'am going to hand you the doctors bag, so you can treat my shoulder. If you try anything I won't hesitate to kill you. Do we understand one another, Helga?" The young nurse nodded, accepting the bag. "Y-yes, please don't kill me." Sitting on an empty barrel in a rundown barn, Ella allowed the nurse to treat her wound while keeping the luger trained on her. "S-so you are you and what have you done?" The young girl asked as she cleaned the graze with antiseptic. Ella chuckled deciding to humour her. "My name is Ella Rosenberg..." the nurses eyes widened at the sound of the Jewish surname, dabbing the graze with water. "...and I have just killed your beloved Führer, and heers Bohrmann and Goering. The war is over." Helga stopped for a moment, as she finished dressing the wound. "Y-you've lying you dirty Jew bitch!" Rising quickly at the sound of the racial slur, Ella span around pointing the gun at her head. "Look it into my eyes, Nazi whore! Do I look like I'am lying?" Helga shook her head in denial. "N-no it's not possible!" Ella laughed a grin spreading across her face. "That's where you're wrong, little Helga. Hitler is burning in hell. Now strip, take off your clothes including your underwear. Now!" She said cocking the gun with emphasis. Helga stood her ground. "N-no, you said you were going to let me go! I'am not giving you my clothes!" Ella leveled gun at the nurse's head. "Would you rather I put a bullet in your head and strip your pretty little corpse?! I said strip!" Helga let out a nervous terrified squeak as she began untying her apron. "Alright, please don't shoot." Ella chuckled at her predicament. "Now there's a good girl."
"So little nurse? From where did you come from to arrive on the scene so quickly?" Asked Ella as she watched the young nurse drop her apron to the ground before untying her head wrap, revealing short shoulder length hair tied into a small ponytail. "Um, f-from Dachau. I work in the camp infirmary there." The girl replied unbuttoning her blue dress from the rear, letting the garment slide from her slender shoulders leaving her standing in a black cotton bra, matching high waisted knickers with stockings and suspenders. Ella gestured with her gun at her undergarments. "When I said everything. I meant it..." Her hands shaking with fear, Helga compiled. "So Dachau, huh? Then you must have seen some of my fellow Jews. Even operated on them, told them to do this." The young nurse fumbled with her bra, unhooking it and dropping it to the ground exposing her buoyant C-cups with full puffy dark red areolas. "I-i was just following orders! They told me it was for science!" She cried unclipping her stockings from her belt, rolling them down her legs before dropping the suspender belt hands covering her bare breasts. "The amount of times I have heard that from a nazi, Helga. I said everything!" She pointed her luger straight at the girls head, tears starting to well up in her eyes. "N-no please! What about my dignity?!" Ella gritted her teeth impatiently at the nurses reluctance. "What do you know about dignity, bitch!? You Nazis robbed me and my family of mine! Panties, now!" With tears streaming down her face, the pitiful half naked nurse slid down her panties, giving Ella a glimpse of a small pink vulva crowned by a trimmed triangle of auburn hair and pert peach shaped ass. She tried to cover her modesty with her hands but Ella shook her head, pointing her luger. "Hands by your side, now!" She shouted approaching the girl.
"So, little Helga. Do you have a man in your life? Someone to hold this pretty little body." Ella asked walking around the naked nurse, tracing the curves of her breasts with her luger. Crying Helga let out a shuddering breath. "Y-yes, I have a fiancé. Please don't kill me! I don't want to die!" Ella chuckled standing behind the terrified woman. "So do I, and what I do next is so I can get back to him. You see I lied when I said I was going to let you live. But in a manner of speaking I'am letting you go. " Suddenly she gripped the underside of the woman's chin then placed a hand behind her head. "Just so you know. I consider this a clean death, but you deserve far worse." Helga whimpered in her grip. "N-no please-ugh!" With quick twist to the right, the nurses neck snapped with an audible crack. Letting out a tiny squeak, her naked form crumpled to the straw covered ground. "One less nazi in the world..." Ella smiled stripping out of the waitresses uniform.
Kneeling naked beside Helga's still warm nude corpse, Ella copied the nurses ponytail and removed her engagement ring putting it on herself before getting dressed in her uniform including her underwear. When she was finished, she closed the dead nurses eyes before taking her by the ankles dragging her over to a pile of loose hay tossing her inside along with the discarded waitresses uniform and MP40. Then taking out Helga's ID papers, swapped their photographs over before concealing her garrote and luger in her stolen apron. After opening up the barn doors, Ella backed the ambulance out closed the doors then drove back onto the main road, driving West towards the Swiss border.
The Town of Singen 2 miles from the Swiss Border, 12:05pm
With the ambulance running on fumes, Ella parked the ambulance on the outskirts of the town of Singen not to far from the swiss border. Deciding it best to leave her weapons behind, she took only a syringe full of sedatives and the photograph of she and Benjamin before walking into town heading towards the tavern at the centre. Swapping smiles with the locals who were easily fooled by her good looks and stolen uniform, Ellana weighed up her options. I need a passport, change of clothes and if I'am lucky transportation, there's no way they will let me through dressed as a German nurse. Perhaps I can find a suitable woman at the tavern? Either way I cannot hang around here or I risk capture or worse. Her course decided, Ella walked into the tavern, a sign with the legend Black Boar Tavern finding it unusually full at this hour with the atmosphere of a grave yard. She approached the bartender, a round genial bald headed man with a black toothbrush moustache wearing ornate liederhosen. Ella warmly smiled at the man but didn't receive one back as she perched herself on a stool at the bar.
"Why are you smiling, fraulein? Haven't you heard? Our beloved Führer is apparently dead!" The barman almost in a flood of tears as the rumour mill began to grind behind them. "Ja. I heard that some of the general staff blew him up with a bomb concealed on tbe train." Said one man sat by the window, nursing a huge stein of frothing beer. His companion, a middle aged woman wearing a black dress shook her head waving her glass of peach schnapps around. "Nein, nein, nein. I heard it from an eyewitness that it was a British Spitfire that strafed the train." The barman shook his head. "Come now, Mrs Neumann. You've seen the Führer's train pass through? It's bristling with armaments, no way a spitfire would be able to get a shot off." Ms Neumann shook her head. "You keep telling yourself that, Gunther." Gunther sighed before looking back at Ella. "You see what I mean? His corpse is barely cooling and already nobody knows the truth. So what can I get for you, nurse? Something to drown your sorrows?"
Ella nodded. "Sure. I will have a peach schnapps please." She answered taking out some reichsmarks from Helga's purse, sliding them across the bar. Gunther took the money and got to work pouring the drink. "So are you from the military hospital on Bruderhofstrasse? We see quite a few nurses come in here on their breaks." He asked passing her a small glass of clear fermented sprit, Ella quickly took a swig of the clear liquid relishing the smooth sweet taste. "Ja, my name is Helga Bauer. We have been getting an influx of soldiers from the eastern front and it's been too busy, so i needed to get away even for a minute. And now I hear this terrible news." At that a pretty young blonde woman wearing a traditional Bavarian dress, strode into the bar a smile writ large on her face. "Will someone get me a drink? I feel like celebrating!" She said looking around the bar, beaming.
"Have some respect, Freya Schmidt! Our beloved Führer is presumed dead!" Cried Gunther angrily at the smiling girl who was getting angry stares from around the tavern. Freya giggled holding out her arms. "That's why I'am celebrating you fools! We are finally free of Hitler and the Nazis!" Gently sipping her schnapps, Ella appraised the girl. They were both of the same build and looked roughly similar, only Freya had shoulder length strawberry blonde curls compared to Ella's ash blonde locks. And her dress looked to be her size; Freya was wearing a red and white gingham dress, with a black apron embroidered with silver detailing, a white short sleeve shirt that bared her lovely neck underneath and black buckled shoes. That outfit would be perfect, and I can swap out our photographs. I just need to get her alone and take the dress. Fortunately for her, she won't die today. She's just a civilian, besides leaving another corpse would only raise suspicions. The girl let out an impatient sigh. "Come on! Will no one have a drink with me!?"
Behind the bar, Gunther gritted his teeth shaking with anger. "Perhaps you should leave, Freya. Before someone in the Gestapo comes along with a thirst." Freya snorted. "Seriously, Gunther? My daddy is the Burgomeister of this town and they can't touch us. Besides we already supply much of our grain to the Wehrmacht in Bavaria. You lay a finger on me and the soldiers get hungry." Her attention then turned to Ella who was polishing off the rest of her schnapps. "What about you pretty little nurse? Will you drink with me and....celebrate or are you a dedicated party member like these people." Gunther slammed his fist down on the counter. "You will leave her alone! She's a dedicated party member and proper image of a German woman, unlike some." Rolling her eyes, Freya let out an exasperated cry. "Ugh! Well screw all of you, dedicated party members. I can celebrate on my own!" Stamping her heels, the young girl turned towards the door storming outside. Finishing off her schnapps, Ella thanked the portly barman before running after her.
"Hey, Freya is it?" The pretty blonde was just straddling her bicycle when Ella called out to her. The girl smiled leaning suggestively over her bike. "Well, well not a dedicated party member after all. I was hoping you would follow me, I saw the looks you've been giving me." Ella smiled approaching the girl. While she herself wasn't attracted to other women, Ella was trained to use all the weapons in her arsenal and that included seduction. It didn't matter if it was a man or even other women. I will whatever it takes to get back to my Benjamin, even if it means chatting this foolish girl up to snare her. "Well with the führer dead and gone, it frees us nurses to pursue more...womanly pursuits." She said coyly caressing the girls cheek, biting her lip. Freya giggled gently stroking Ella's hand. "I had always wondered about you nurses. Hop on the back, my parents are out of town and I want you all to myself, so we can properly celebrate our freedom." Climbing on the back, Ella gently caressed Freya's neckline giggling as the unsuspecting girl started to peddle.
The Schmidt Farm, 1 mile to the Swiss Border 12:25pm
"Please make yourself at home, fraulein. Have yourself another schnapps or not and we can get straight to the fun." Giggled the naive young Freya as she opened her front door to her farmhouse. Behind her, Ella grinning secreting her syringe loaded with sedatives. "You know have been so rude. I haven't even asked you your name mmmph!!" Wasting no time, the jewish agent clamped a hand over her mouth muffling her cry of surprise. "It's Ella Rosenberg, fraulein Schmidt. And for the record you're really not my type." She hissed into the struggling girls neck, plunging the needle into her beating carotid artery. Ella gave a long shuddering long gasp, slumping asleep into the agents waiting arms. "Shh! Easy there Freya, time to get you out of those clothes." She said stopping the young girl into her arms and walking up the stairs to her bedroom.
After laying the unconscious Freya her bed, Ella stripped out of her stolen nurses uniform including the underwear before straddling the girl's body. Unbuckling the girls shoes then pulling off her white ankle socks then rolled the sleeping Freya onto her side. Once she had unlaced the girls dress from the rear, Ella peeled the garment off from her shoulders down her tight petite body leaving the girl wearing only a white laced low cut shirt and frilly white lace knickers covering her modesty. Sparing Freya no thought, Ella whipped the underwear from between the girl's legs revealing a small trimmed womanhood topped with a triangle of golden hair. Pulling up the underwear, Ella unfastened Freya's shirt opening it out to expose her young C-cup breasts with puffy slightly pointed light pink areolas. Once she was dressed in the girl's clothes, the young agent tucked the naked body into her bed before kicking the nurses uniform underneath. "Thanks for your help, fraulein. But you really should watch who you invite home." Ella quipped leaving her room.
Walking down the stairs back into the hall, Ella scooped her purse taking out her ID papers. With a little manipulation the Jewish agent took out Freya's papers swapping her photograph in the nurses ID with Freya's. When she was done, Ella locked up the house then straddled the bicycle leaning against the wall. Smiling she peddled onto the road following the signs to Ramsener Strasse.
Ramsener Strasse, Swiss German Border Crossing 12:55pm
Feeling a strange sense of both trepidation and Déjà Vû, Ella peddled towards the uncomfortably familiar swiss border crossing which she and her family had attempted to cross a mere year ago. Curiously it seemed that the same border guards who had been there on that fateful day, were present today. Ella's eyes widening when she noticed that the sergeant who was walking in front of her hand out stretched, was the same good samaritan. Let's hope that my luck holds and that the sergeant still has more charity to give. Flashing the man a smile, Ella brought her bike to a halt as the swiss sergeant did a double take when he saw her but didn't alert his men. Reaching into her stolen purse, Ella handed the man her doctored papers.
"So what brings you to the Federal Republic of Switzerland...Fraulein Schmidt? Business or pleasure?" The sergeant asked flicking through her papers, a knowing smile on his face. Ella gently battered her eyelashes, using the low neck line of Freya's dress to great effect. " Business. I'am looking to do little trading for produce in Etzweilen for my families farm." The sergeant nodded showing her through into the small checkpoint office. "Then I suppose you will be heading to Zurich for a little sight seeing? Etzweilen as an excellent service that runs there." He said stamping the swiss seal onto the paper before handing it back. "Thank you, sergeant." The man winked flashing her a smile. "You know I heard an interesting rumour, Ms Schmidt. That your führer was assassinated abroad his train. Now who do you suppose could have done the world such a favour?" He asked a knowing look in his blue eyes. "Well, I wouldn't know anything about that Sergeant." Ella replied coyly as the man chuckled, beckoning her back outside. "Welcome back to Switzerland, fraulein Rosenberg and good job." Her whispered into her ear, patting her gently on the back before commanding his men to open the barrier. Seeing the vast rolling green hills beyond, she peddled forwards leaving Germany behind forever.
The Swiss Countryside
Feeling the gentle alpine breeze caress her cheek, Ella laughed in joy as she cycled towards Etzweilen. Not only had she had her revenge on the man responsible for millions of deaths across Europe and avenged her people to boot but she had survived with just a new scar that still throbbed with pain. But the joy in her heart cancelled out the pain. Not only would she be marrying her beloved Benjamin but she would have one hell of a tale to tell her grandchildren.
6km from Adler Süd, Southern Germany 10:36am, Thursday 26th October 1942
Panting heavily clutching her shoulder, Ella Rosenberg ran through the trees putting as much distance as she could between herself and the pursuing SS bodyguards. The pain from her shoulder felt like knives but she couldn't allow it to slow her down, she had to survive to see Benjamin again. Ella could hear the sounds of barking dogs and crunching of leaves underneath nazi jackboots behind her growing fainter and fainter. Allowing herself a moment to breathe, Ella stopped by the side of a dirt road and checked her wound weighing up her next move. It looks worse that it feels, the bullet just grazed the shoulder but I will need to get it dressed. I will also need a change of clothes, I'am not going to get very far dressed like this. Some transportation would come in handy to get me to the border. I just need to find the right woman. The sound of an engine from the road, caught her attention. Ducking into the ditch, Ella glanced to the source of the sound.
It was a small boxy German military ambulance, the sign of the red cross flashed on the side. Peering into the cab, Ella smiled as she saw two figures sat inside; one an SS doctor a white lab coat over his olive green uniform, the shoulder tabs indicating the rank of Major the other a pretty young military nurse dressed in a blue uniform dress, over which was a white apron and red cross armband on her right arm, with a matching red cross head wrap. She had smooth rounded freckled features and high cheekbones. Ella smiled. Well, well. Two birds one stone. She can treat my wounds and then when she's stop being useful, I take her uniform. I will need to get rid of the doctor first... Hiding both her MP40 and knife behind her back, she ran out onto the road waving her arm.
"Doctor, look! A waitress from the train and it looks like she's been shot!" Cried 22 year old Nurse Helga Bauer from the passenger seat, pointing at the young blonde woman flagging them down. Next to her the middle aged ash blonde Doctor-Major Gunther Schindler nodded his head, bringing the ambulance to a halt. "Come, nurse Bauer. Perhaps she can identify the assassin." Grabbing his doctors bag, Schindler shot out the ambulance with Helga at his side. The woman grimaced as they approached holding out her hand. "Thank god your here, herr doctor. It was terrible, the Führer was shot dead and the assassin clipped me on the way out." Schindler got closer to her his face full of concern. "It's alright, fraulein. You're safe now. Let me see your other arm. What's you're name?" Helga didn't have time to cry out a warning, as the waitress drew the knife from behind her back with a flash of steel stabbed Schindler through the heart with a steak knife. "The name is Ella Rosenberg." The woman said without emotion savagely pulling out the blade from the man's chest. The doctor coughed up blood before crumpling to the road dead. Helga was just about to scream but was cut short as the "waitress" drew an MP40 swinging it level at her chest. "Don't move Nazi bitch or you will end up like him. Put those hands up!"
"P-please don't kill me! I'am just a nurse!" Cried the young nurse, her hands shooting up. "Shut up, bitch! What's your name?" The pretty nurse hesitated for a second, glancing at the body of the doctor, then the weapons in Ella's hands. "H-Helga B-Bauer, why did you kill him?" Ella ignored her question. "Pretty name for a little nazi. Here's what's going to happen, Helga. You're going give me the doctor's gun then roll him into the ditch , or I will kill you right here and now. Understood?" The young nurse nodded fervently doing as she was told. Pocketing her bloody knife, Ella caught the luger Helga had tossed her before rolling the dead major off the road. All the while, she appraised the young woman. She's my size alright, right down to those brown leather shoes. I will take everything from her. After all, she won't be needing it."Good girl, now we are going to get into the ambulance and go for a little ride. You can drive right?" Helga nodded. "Y-yes. Will you let me go?" She asked as Ella pointed the gun at her breasts, leading into the vehicle. Slamming the door shut, she smiled. "Follow my instructions and treat my wounds, and I will give you my word. Now shut up and drive, I will tell you where to go and stick to the back roads." Looking hopeful, Helga put the ambulance into reverse going the opposite direction.
Abandoned Farmstead 10km West from Adler Süd, 11:00am
"Now I'am going to hand you the doctors bag, so you can treat my shoulder. If you try anything I won't hesitate to kill you. Do we understand one another, Helga?" The young nurse nodded, accepting the bag. "Y-yes, please don't kill me." Sitting on an empty barrel in a rundown barn, Ella allowed the nurse to treat her wound while keeping the luger trained on her. "S-so you are you and what have you done?" The young girl asked as she cleaned the graze with antiseptic. Ella chuckled deciding to humour her. "My name is Ella Rosenberg..." the nurses eyes widened at the sound of the Jewish surname, dabbing the graze with water. "...and I have just killed your beloved Führer, and heers Bohrmann and Goering. The war is over." Helga stopped for a moment, as she finished dressing the wound. "Y-you've lying you dirty Jew bitch!" Rising quickly at the sound of the racial slur, Ella span around pointing the gun at her head. "Look it into my eyes, Nazi whore! Do I look like I'am lying?" Helga shook her head in denial. "N-no it's not possible!" Ella laughed a grin spreading across her face. "That's where you're wrong, little Helga. Hitler is burning in hell. Now strip, take off your clothes including your underwear. Now!" She said cocking the gun with emphasis. Helga stood her ground. "N-no, you said you were going to let me go! I'am not giving you my clothes!" Ella leveled gun at the nurse's head. "Would you rather I put a bullet in your head and strip your pretty little corpse?! I said strip!" Helga let out a nervous terrified squeak as she began untying her apron. "Alright, please don't shoot." Ella chuckled at her predicament. "Now there's a good girl."
"So little nurse? From where did you come from to arrive on the scene so quickly?" Asked Ella as she watched the young nurse drop her apron to the ground before untying her head wrap, revealing short shoulder length hair tied into a small ponytail. "Um, f-from Dachau. I work in the camp infirmary there." The girl replied unbuttoning her blue dress from the rear, letting the garment slide from her slender shoulders leaving her standing in a black cotton bra, matching high waisted knickers with stockings and suspenders. Ella gestured with her gun at her undergarments. "When I said everything. I meant it..." Her hands shaking with fear, Helga compiled. "So Dachau, huh? Then you must have seen some of my fellow Jews. Even operated on them, told them to do this." The young nurse fumbled with her bra, unhooking it and dropping it to the ground exposing her buoyant C-cups with full puffy dark red areolas. "I-i was just following orders! They told me it was for science!" She cried unclipping her stockings from her belt, rolling them down her legs before dropping the suspender belt hands covering her bare breasts. "The amount of times I have heard that from a nazi, Helga. I said everything!" She pointed her luger straight at the girls head, tears starting to well up in her eyes. "N-no please! What about my dignity?!" Ella gritted her teeth impatiently at the nurses reluctance. "What do you know about dignity, bitch!? You Nazis robbed me and my family of mine! Panties, now!" With tears streaming down her face, the pitiful half naked nurse slid down her panties, giving Ella a glimpse of a small pink vulva crowned by a trimmed triangle of auburn hair and pert peach shaped ass. She tried to cover her modesty with her hands but Ella shook her head, pointing her luger. "Hands by your side, now!" She shouted approaching the girl.
"So, little Helga. Do you have a man in your life? Someone to hold this pretty little body." Ella asked walking around the naked nurse, tracing the curves of her breasts with her luger. Crying Helga let out a shuddering breath. "Y-yes, I have a fiancé. Please don't kill me! I don't want to die!" Ella chuckled standing behind the terrified woman. "So do I, and what I do next is so I can get back to him. You see I lied when I said I was going to let you live. But in a manner of speaking I'am letting you go. " Suddenly she gripped the underside of the woman's chin then placed a hand behind her head. "Just so you know. I consider this a clean death, but you deserve far worse." Helga whimpered in her grip. "N-no please-ugh!" With quick twist to the right, the nurses neck snapped with an audible crack. Letting out a tiny squeak, her naked form crumpled to the straw covered ground. "One less nazi in the world..." Ella smiled stripping out of the waitresses uniform.
Kneeling naked beside Helga's still warm nude corpse, Ella copied the nurses ponytail and removed her engagement ring putting it on herself before getting dressed in her uniform including her underwear. When she was finished, she closed the dead nurses eyes before taking her by the ankles dragging her over to a pile of loose hay tossing her inside along with the discarded waitresses uniform and MP40. Then taking out Helga's ID papers, swapped their photographs over before concealing her garrote and luger in her stolen apron. After opening up the barn doors, Ella backed the ambulance out closed the doors then drove back onto the main road, driving West towards the Swiss border.
The Town of Singen 2 miles from the Swiss Border, 12:05pm
With the ambulance running on fumes, Ella parked the ambulance on the outskirts of the town of Singen not to far from the swiss border. Deciding it best to leave her weapons behind, she took only a syringe full of sedatives and the photograph of she and Benjamin before walking into town heading towards the tavern at the centre. Swapping smiles with the locals who were easily fooled by her good looks and stolen uniform, Ellana weighed up her options. I need a passport, change of clothes and if I'am lucky transportation, there's no way they will let me through dressed as a German nurse. Perhaps I can find a suitable woman at the tavern? Either way I cannot hang around here or I risk capture or worse. Her course decided, Ella walked into the tavern, a sign with the legend Black Boar Tavern finding it unusually full at this hour with the atmosphere of a grave yard. She approached the bartender, a round genial bald headed man with a black toothbrush moustache wearing ornate liederhosen. Ella warmly smiled at the man but didn't receive one back as she perched herself on a stool at the bar.
"Why are you smiling, fraulein? Haven't you heard? Our beloved Führer is apparently dead!" The barman almost in a flood of tears as the rumour mill began to grind behind them. "Ja. I heard that some of the general staff blew him up with a bomb concealed on tbe train." Said one man sat by the window, nursing a huge stein of frothing beer. His companion, a middle aged woman wearing a black dress shook her head waving her glass of peach schnapps around. "Nein, nein, nein. I heard it from an eyewitness that it was a British Spitfire that strafed the train." The barman shook his head. "Come now, Mrs Neumann. You've seen the Führer's train pass through? It's bristling with armaments, no way a spitfire would be able to get a shot off." Ms Neumann shook her head. "You keep telling yourself that, Gunther." Gunther sighed before looking back at Ella. "You see what I mean? His corpse is barely cooling and already nobody knows the truth. So what can I get for you, nurse? Something to drown your sorrows?"
Ella nodded. "Sure. I will have a peach schnapps please." She answered taking out some reichsmarks from Helga's purse, sliding them across the bar. Gunther took the money and got to work pouring the drink. "So are you from the military hospital on Bruderhofstrasse? We see quite a few nurses come in here on their breaks." He asked passing her a small glass of clear fermented sprit, Ella quickly took a swig of the clear liquid relishing the smooth sweet taste. "Ja, my name is Helga Bauer. We have been getting an influx of soldiers from the eastern front and it's been too busy, so i needed to get away even for a minute. And now I hear this terrible news." At that a pretty young blonde woman wearing a traditional Bavarian dress, strode into the bar a smile writ large on her face. "Will someone get me a drink? I feel like celebrating!" She said looking around the bar, beaming.
"Have some respect, Freya Schmidt! Our beloved Führer is presumed dead!" Cried Gunther angrily at the smiling girl who was getting angry stares from around the tavern. Freya giggled holding out her arms. "That's why I'am celebrating you fools! We are finally free of Hitler and the Nazis!" Gently sipping her schnapps, Ella appraised the girl. They were both of the same build and looked roughly similar, only Freya had shoulder length strawberry blonde curls compared to Ella's ash blonde locks. And her dress looked to be her size; Freya was wearing a red and white gingham dress, with a black apron embroidered with silver detailing, a white short sleeve shirt that bared her lovely neck underneath and black buckled shoes. That outfit would be perfect, and I can swap out our photographs. I just need to get her alone and take the dress. Fortunately for her, she won't die today. She's just a civilian, besides leaving another corpse would only raise suspicions. The girl let out an impatient sigh. "Come on! Will no one have a drink with me!?"
Behind the bar, Gunther gritted his teeth shaking with anger. "Perhaps you should leave, Freya. Before someone in the Gestapo comes along with a thirst." Freya snorted. "Seriously, Gunther? My daddy is the Burgomeister of this town and they can't touch us. Besides we already supply much of our grain to the Wehrmacht in Bavaria. You lay a finger on me and the soldiers get hungry." Her attention then turned to Ella who was polishing off the rest of her schnapps. "What about you pretty little nurse? Will you drink with me and....celebrate or are you a dedicated party member like these people." Gunther slammed his fist down on the counter. "You will leave her alone! She's a dedicated party member and proper image of a German woman, unlike some." Rolling her eyes, Freya let out an exasperated cry. "Ugh! Well screw all of you, dedicated party members. I can celebrate on my own!" Stamping her heels, the young girl turned towards the door storming outside. Finishing off her schnapps, Ella thanked the portly barman before running after her.
"Hey, Freya is it?" The pretty blonde was just straddling her bicycle when Ella called out to her. The girl smiled leaning suggestively over her bike. "Well, well not a dedicated party member after all. I was hoping you would follow me, I saw the looks you've been giving me." Ella smiled approaching the girl. While she herself wasn't attracted to other women, Ella was trained to use all the weapons in her arsenal and that included seduction. It didn't matter if it was a man or even other women. I will whatever it takes to get back to my Benjamin, even if it means chatting this foolish girl up to snare her. "Well with the führer dead and gone, it frees us nurses to pursue more...womanly pursuits." She said coyly caressing the girls cheek, biting her lip. Freya giggled gently stroking Ella's hand. "I had always wondered about you nurses. Hop on the back, my parents are out of town and I want you all to myself, so we can properly celebrate our freedom." Climbing on the back, Ella gently caressed Freya's neckline giggling as the unsuspecting girl started to peddle.
The Schmidt Farm, 1 mile to the Swiss Border 12:25pm
"Please make yourself at home, fraulein. Have yourself another schnapps or not and we can get straight to the fun." Giggled the naive young Freya as she opened her front door to her farmhouse. Behind her, Ella grinning secreting her syringe loaded with sedatives. "You know have been so rude. I haven't even asked you your name mmmph!!" Wasting no time, the jewish agent clamped a hand over her mouth muffling her cry of surprise. "It's Ella Rosenberg, fraulein Schmidt. And for the record you're really not my type." She hissed into the struggling girls neck, plunging the needle into her beating carotid artery. Ella gave a long shuddering long gasp, slumping asleep into the agents waiting arms. "Shh! Easy there Freya, time to get you out of those clothes." She said stopping the young girl into her arms and walking up the stairs to her bedroom.
After laying the unconscious Freya her bed, Ella stripped out of her stolen nurses uniform including the underwear before straddling the girl's body. Unbuckling the girls shoes then pulling off her white ankle socks then rolled the sleeping Freya onto her side. Once she had unlaced the girls dress from the rear, Ella peeled the garment off from her shoulders down her tight petite body leaving the girl wearing only a white laced low cut shirt and frilly white lace knickers covering her modesty. Sparing Freya no thought, Ella whipped the underwear from between the girl's legs revealing a small trimmed womanhood topped with a triangle of golden hair. Pulling up the underwear, Ella unfastened Freya's shirt opening it out to expose her young C-cup breasts with puffy slightly pointed light pink areolas. Once she was dressed in the girl's clothes, the young agent tucked the naked body into her bed before kicking the nurses uniform underneath. "Thanks for your help, fraulein. But you really should watch who you invite home." Ella quipped leaving her room.
Walking down the stairs back into the hall, Ella scooped her purse taking out her ID papers. With a little manipulation the Jewish agent took out Freya's papers swapping her photograph in the nurses ID with Freya's. When she was done, Ella locked up the house then straddled the bicycle leaning against the wall. Smiling she peddled onto the road following the signs to Ramsener Strasse.
Ramsener Strasse, Swiss German Border Crossing 12:55pm
Feeling a strange sense of both trepidation and Déjà Vû, Ella peddled towards the uncomfortably familiar swiss border crossing which she and her family had attempted to cross a mere year ago. Curiously it seemed that the same border guards who had been there on that fateful day, were present today. Ella's eyes widening when she noticed that the sergeant who was walking in front of her hand out stretched, was the same good samaritan. Let's hope that my luck holds and that the sergeant still has more charity to give. Flashing the man a smile, Ella brought her bike to a halt as the swiss sergeant did a double take when he saw her but didn't alert his men. Reaching into her stolen purse, Ella handed the man her doctored papers.
"So what brings you to the Federal Republic of Switzerland...Fraulein Schmidt? Business or pleasure?" The sergeant asked flicking through her papers, a knowing smile on his face. Ella gently battered her eyelashes, using the low neck line of Freya's dress to great effect. " Business. I'am looking to do little trading for produce in Etzweilen for my families farm." The sergeant nodded showing her through into the small checkpoint office. "Then I suppose you will be heading to Zurich for a little sight seeing? Etzweilen as an excellent service that runs there." He said stamping the swiss seal onto the paper before handing it back. "Thank you, sergeant." The man winked flashing her a smile. "You know I heard an interesting rumour, Ms Schmidt. That your führer was assassinated abroad his train. Now who do you suppose could have done the world such a favour?" He asked a knowing look in his blue eyes. "Well, I wouldn't know anything about that Sergeant." Ella replied coyly as the man chuckled, beckoning her back outside. "Welcome back to Switzerland, fraulein Rosenberg and good job." Her whispered into her ear, patting her gently on the back before commanding his men to open the barrier. Seeing the vast rolling green hills beyond, she peddled forwards leaving Germany behind forever.
The Swiss Countryside
Feeling the gentle alpine breeze caress her cheek, Ella laughed in joy as she cycled towards Etzweilen. Not only had she had her revenge on the man responsible for millions of deaths across Europe and avenged her people to boot but she had survived with just a new scar that still throbbed with pain. But the joy in her heart cancelled out the pain. Not only would she be marrying her beloved Benjamin but she would have one hell of a tale to tell her grandchildren.
