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meditions142 wrote: Sat Feb 01, 2025 10:57 am What a well crafted and wonderful chapter.

I have to say the scene with Luca was quite interesting. Interesting that Natalia screwed up the attack and we find Luca actually survived it.

The scene with Emese and Boglárka was wonderful. Love how despite Boglárka's orders Emeses just did what she was told. Then love the scene and dialogue:

"Time to put them to sleep, doc." The doctor smiled pulling out two syringes as two Invisibles each grabbed the women. A look of fear passed across Emese's face struggling against her captors. "W-wait? You should said you weren't going to kill us!" Mònika merely smiled as she approached the girl. "It's nothing just something to help you relax my dear." She said casually flicking the long needle a wide grin across her face. "No, no, no! I-I did as you asked, just let me go!"

The love the comment "You should calm down, Emese." before Monika has one of the men put her to sleep with a chokehold. Only to then give her the sedative. And then great comment "Sweet dreams, pretty."

We also get the "Say goodnight, princess..." comment from Monika too which is great. And Monika pushing Boglarka's unconscious body with her finger so that she slumped back into one of the team's waiting arms. Monika seems to enjoy her work!

Then love the matter of fact conversation: "So what do you want me to do with these two, Célia?" And then "Take them back to the base and keep an eye on them. When we get back, release the soldier with a fresh set of clothes. Thanks to your drug she won't remember anything."

It is lucky for Emese that she and Boglárka will have their memories erased as I think Boglárka would have had Emese punished for the way she gave up.

Then we get the scene with poor Zsuszanna. Unfortunately for her Natalia got that attack right. Of course the story then turns to Natalia getting her just desserts.

Love that we also got to see Reka's escape scene. Love the idea of sneaking up on the woman and using her own weapon on her. And the fact that she was only partially dressed in her uniform adds a nice touch. And love the comment "Don't go getting dressed on my account, sweet cheeks. That's my uniform you're putting on." And then the description of a very sexy scene Reka takes in "admiring the naked girls small but buoyant B-cup breasts with dark pink perky areolas, small trimmed clit topped with a thick strip of black fuzz and her tight rounded ass as she lay on her side draped over the bench."

Then also love the idea that another guard comes in having no idea that Reka is an impostor and her real colleague is unconscious in a locker.

Such a great chapter with some really, really amazing scenes.

Stormtrooper1990 wrote: Sat Feb 01, 2025 11:45 am

and young Emese who's just a conscript that has a strong survival instinct.


Out of all the scenes in this chapter, this was the most satisfying to write. Like my toilet ambushes, I also like the concept of a partially dressed guard being attacked in the apparent safety of the locker room. Like the bathroom, it's where a woman let's her guard down too easily and it's the perfect place for an escaping prisoner like Réka to grab herself a disguise. And it was quite considerate of the cute guard to be only partially dressed, she had already done half of Réka's work for her.

meditions142 wrote: Sat Feb 01, 2025 12:05 pm

Stormtrooper1990 wrote: Sat Feb 01, 2025 11:45 am

and young Emese who's just a conscript that has a strong survival instinct.


Out of all the scenes in this chapter, this was the most satisfying to write. Like my toilet ambushes, I also like the concept of a partially dressed guard being attacked in the apparent safety of the locker room. Like the bathroom, it's where a woman let's her guard down too easily and it's the perfect place for an escaping prisoner like Réka to grab herself a disguise. And it was quite considerate of the cute guard to be only partially dressed, she had already done half of Réka's work for her.

I have to say, of the two, Emese and the locker room guard, not sure which takeout I like more.

Emese is the perfect character. Just a pretty ordinary girl conscripted into her roll and out of her league. Love the idea of her fully surrendering and then being so panicked that even though Monika is about to drug her she has to have her knocked out first.

Then there is a guard in the locker room. Again, she is just an ordinary woman doing her job. There is something so sexy about her sitting there starting to get dressed in her uniform but still undressed enough to show off a good bit of her sexy body. Then Reka sneaking up on her and knocking her out.

Two amazing scenes and not sure which I like more!

Stormtrooper1990 wrote: Fri Jan 31, 2025 8:05 pm Having successfully evaded the search parties of the Hungarian People's Army, Célia and Bianka reach the safety of the Invisibles reserve base deeper into the mountains of Mecsek. Their next move is to break free the Invisibles leader; an enigmatic man known as the master. However unbeknownst to our heroines and the rest of the Invisibles, KGB assassin Natalia Borisova as infiltrated the ranks of Joszó platoon disguised as a resistance member, putting Célia in immediate danger. Can the invisibles free their leader and deal with Natalia once and for all? This is their story...



Joszó Platoon Reverse Base, 5km North West of Pécs, Thursday 13th May 1957, 13:15pm


Laying in wait in the darkness watching her prey Célia Tákacs, Natalia Borisova flexed her garrote waiting for the opportunity to wrap her piano wire over the pretty brunettes head and pull, if only that accursing red headed bitch of a CIA agent would just stop eating and move away! Natalia could feel the great beast inside her rearing up once more, scenting blood. The sexual release she felt at fucking that young dissident, the one that looked so much like her dear departed Alina, the one who's clothing she was now wearing had already worn off. And the beast needed to be sated once more. Pocketing her trusty wire, Natalia's thoughts turned to the PPSh-41 slung over her shoulder. I could do it! Right now! Whip out the gun and spray them with bullets. Granted, not the most cleanest of deaths but a deaths a death. But then the rest of their pathetic band will be on me like wolves and I have no intention of dying in this shit hole of a country. Damn it! I'am so close! Then the two women began to talk. Deciding it would be best to listen in, Natalia walked into the makeshift mess hall and pretended to brew herself a cup of tea, ears straining for their every word. I might get wind of their plans, allowing me to strike when she least expects it.


"Yesterday, in the square when you saved my life B you interrupted a plan that was months in the making." Célia said after swallowing a piece of Kolbász omelette washed down with some Unicum." Lifting out a spoonful of beef goulash, Bianka blew on the steaming succulent meat before popping it into her mouth. "So you were trying to free this 'Master' fellow from prison? What is he to you? To the other Invisibles?" Feeling the warmth of the Goulash flow down into her stomach, Bianka took a measure of Unicum as Célia continued. "He's the father of us all." Célia replied downing more of her omelette."The Master taught me a hell of a lot more then the CIA could ever have about infiltration. I owe him everything." Bianka nodded spooning down more goulash. "Do you trust him that much?" After polishing off the rest of her omelette, Célia turned to face her. "When I first arrived here in Pécs, I was at my worse, broken and lost. I had killed the woman who had murdered Hanna but my faith had been shattered. I had no purpose." She paused pouring out two more measures of Unicum before continuing. "But the Master saved me, he showed me the way and gave me my purpose back. Not only did he restore my faith in God but gave me my purpose back. And thanks to him I fight to free Hungary in my sister's name, to give our people a future like she wanted." She smiled as Bianka finished her goulash. "You know he do the same for you, B."


"I overhead Mónika mentioning a plan B earlier. How are you going to free him?" Bianka asked, taking a sip of her liquor. Leaning back Célia took a small gulp of Unicum then grinned. "Thanks to our agents in Budapest, we have leaned that the HPA will be sending down a prison transport in the morning around 09:30am to take The Master back to the capital in a show trial where he'll be tried and shot by firing squad." Pausing for another gulp, Célia continued. "Our spies also inform us that the officer and driver will both be women. So using those uniforms we secured and a little ingenuity we'll block the road they will be using to enter the region. We hold them up and get them to strip." Bianka smiled impressed. "So with the uniforms, truck and transfer order they won't suspect anything. We'll have everything we need." Picking up the glass of Unicum, Célia winked. "You catch on quick, then again you always were sharp. A toast to our success and to Hungary!" Echoing the oath, she and Bianka clinked their glasses together before downing their liquor. "You know I'am going to miss you, B. After all this." Setting down her glass, Bianka enclosed her arms around her. "Likewise, Céli. I will always have your back. I love you my dearest friend." Célia smiled returned the embrace. "I love you too, sister." Together they sat holding the embrace for what seemed like an eternity.


Her bottom lip curling, Natalia had heard enough mawkish sentimentality for one day and was close to vomiting out her tea but inwardly she grinned. My course is clear, I need to get myself placed on this mission and take Tákacs out before she can free this "Master" . As she turned to leave the KGB officer almost bumped into two make dissidents by the entrance who chided her for her rudeness as they entered the mess hall. Quickly walking away to avoid concentration, Natalia caught the back of their conversation.


"I-I can't believe it, László! My dear sweet Réka hasn't reported in and didn't show up when Ferenc's group returned. I'am so worried." Stammered a young distraught man with dark black hair as his friend, a freckled ginger clamped a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Henrik, I'am sure she'll be back soon. She could have gotten lost or something." Henrik shook his head. "No! She's an accomplished scout! She doesn't get lost! Oh my god what if the reds have taken her. We should report this in, László." Lászlo sighed. "Alright, the boss is right over there. She'll know what to -" "Wait a minute! That blonde who just brushed past us! She was wearing my love's jacket, I'am certain of it!" Whipping around the two men saw nothing but air.


The Cave Entrance, 13:30pm


Barking with rage, Natalia's mind seethed the beast howling inside as she stalked towards the mouth of the cave watched over by a single female guard. Damn it all! They know that Reká is missing. So much for plan A, I must escape this place and regroup before I'am discovered. But first I need a change of clothes. "Hey, hold up!" The young but commanding voice stopped Natalia in her tracks. Looking up she appraised the girl, the beast inside sniffing. She was a small slip of a girl, no more than twenty one a pretty little thing with smooth heart shaped features, big bright hazel eyes and long chestnut coloured hair braided into a ponytail. She had a small trim petite figure hugged by a dark green shirt, long black trousers and matching combat boots. A bandolier with reloads for her Simonov SKS semi automatic rifle strapped across her small breasts. She's a little on the small side but I can't choose to be picky, besides the beast needs sating. "I haven't seen you here before, have I? Who are you?" She said clutching her rifle tightly as if it would save her.


"I have just joined up. My name is Réká now if you excuse me, I have guard duty." The young girl stood her ground shaking her head. "Really? Because I know a Réká and she's missing. And you accent is all weird. Where are you from?" She raised her rifle slightly a dawning realisation growing in her eyes as Natalia gripped her piano wire in her pocket, the beast rearing ready to pounce, to kill. "T-thats her jacket! Her clothes! W-what did you-ugh?!" Moving swiftly Natalia batted the girls rifle to one side punching her in the gut to stun before looping her wire over the sentries head. "You just couldn't leave well alone could you? You little bitch!" She hissed into the youths ear pulling her sharply to the cave floor. With a pained squeak she slumped limply into Natalia's piano wire. Looking into the sentries closed eyes and pretty face, a trickle of spittle leaking from the corner of her mouth, Natalia cocked her head."Hmm? That was quick, thin bones perhaps? I didn't hear a crunch of bone. No matter I will strip your pretty little corpse and you can say send Réká my regards." Dragging the girls limp body with her wire behind a row of crates, She hurriedly stripped off Réka's clothes the memory of dominating the girl that looked so much like her sweet Alina bringing a smile to her lips. For now the beast inside her rested.


Propping the girl's still warm corpse against the crate, Natalia unclipped the bandolier pulling it loose from the sentries slim body before unlacing her combat boots pulling them off along with the pink ankle socks. Unbuttoning the girls shirt revealed the swell of small but buoyant young breasts underneath a pink with white lace trim camisole, Natalia felt her tits perk up and her loins burn at the sight of the youths nipples stiffly peaking under the thin fabric of her underwear. If I had more time I would have a taste of her sex... After stripping off the girls shirt from her slender shoulders and putting it on finding it a tight fit, Natalia unfastened the sentries trousers working off them off her hips whipping them down her long divine legs in one smooth motion exposing a pair of low cut matching panties covering her modesty. Admiring the scantily clad corpse of her latest victim, impressed by the red line around her pretty little neck Natalia pulled on the rest of the girls clothes taking a deep breath as she fastened the trousers.


When she was finished, Natalia looped the Simonov over her shoulder leaned down to caress the girls cheek. "Dasvidianja, sweet dissident. I hope Tákacs gets my message." Kissing the girls forehead, the KGB agent slipped through the cave mouth and headed back down towards town. Despite everything she smiled. I will go back to town and bide my time and the moment Tákacs arrives at the prison.... "I will end this." Natalia spoke aloud stalking down through the valley.


Joszó Platoon Reserve Base, 13:45pm


"Wait a moment, Henrik. You're telling me that your girlfriend is missing and hasn't reported in?" Asked Célia asked as the two men nodded. "Yes, commander. My dear sweet Réká, she was out with Ferenc's scouting party and didn't return." He sniffed wiping his eyes his friend, Lászlo comforted him. "Tell her about that strange blonde woman who was just in here, Henrik. The one you said was wearing her jacket." Before the distraught man could answer, Bianka held up her hands. "Wait? Was she tall with short blonde hair and ice blue eyes. Looked like a slav?" Henrik looked suspiciously at her then back at Célia. "It's alright, Henrik. She's one of us you can tell her anything you would tell me." The man nodded. "Yes she was just in here, barged into us and didn't even apologise. Do you...do you think she could have hurt my Réká?" He breathed as the two woman exchanged knowing glances. Suddenly a woman's scream made them all jump, then a figure came running up to them from the gloom. "Célia, Bianka." Said Mónika gravely. "We've been breached, follow me." Without a sound, they left the two men alone in the mess hall Henrik sobbing into Laszlo's shoulder.


They came to a crowd of Invisibles gathered near the mouth of the cave standing near a row of crates, surrounding a very distraught Dóra who sat comforted by two female invisibles who also looked close to tears. "Dora? Is everything okay?" Célia asked kneeling next to the young blonde who tearfully shook her head. "N-no, it's Luca. S-she's back there stripped and m-murdered. Her throats all cut, w-who would do that? I-I don't know what to do..." Célia closed her eyes, patting the woman's shoulder. "Dóra, I'am so sorry..." The two of them were the best of friends, nigh inseparable. "S-she was a good girl, we all loved her." Nodding her head, Célia rose from her haunches and with Mónika and Bianka at shoulders rounded the pile of crates coming to a grisly scene.


There propped up sat against the crate was the pitiful sight of young Luca Boros, dead wearing only her pink undergarments. Kneeling beside her, Mónika shook her head. "So young to be taken from us. She was only 21 wasn't she?" Célia nodded. "I wrote her mother telling I would watch out for her." She clasped her hands in prayer. "Rest in peace child and go into God's grace. I'am sorry that I failed you." Bianka laid a hand on her shoulder. "It's not your fault Célia. That blonde red bitch will answer for all her crimes." Célia nodded squeezing her friends hand. "Look at her neck. It's been cut with a wire but it's sloppy work, the larynx is still intact..." Célia nodded a grim look coming over her. "I'd recognise that anywhere. It's piano wire the signature weapon of the KGB's assassins. Just like what happened with Barbeta except she survived. Doc, check her pulse." Nodding Mónika checked Luca's pulse on her wrist a look of surprise washing over her face. "Oh my God! She's still alive!" With that the pretty hazel eyes of Luca Boros flicked open as she gasped back into life. "By the grace of God!" Célia breathed making the sign of the cross.


Looking around desperately, Luca grasped her throat trying to speak tears streaming down her face as she felt the deep red cut. Taking out a syringe, Mónika moved to comfort her. "My God the poor girl is in shock! Célia help me with her. Luca? Don't try to speak" Célia nodded trying to hold down the struggling girls arms. Mónika gently turned the girls head pointing to her eyes. " Luca, honey? Look into my eyes. It's Mónika and you're in shock. I'am going to give you something for the pain and I will take care of you, I promise." "Doc?" The three of them turned to see Dóra. "Give the sedative to me, I-I want to help her. Just leave me with her, please." Mónika nodded handing her the sedative before bading the others to leave.


Kneeling beside her struggling friend, Dóra took her into her arms her heart breaking upon seeing Luca's pleading tear stained eyes as did her best not to gaze long at the ugly red gash across her throat. "Luca. It's Dóra I'am here for you my dearest friend, I have something from the doc to make ease the pain and help you sleep." Her voice choked from the tears she pulled Luca into a warm embrace. "But I need you to be brave and let me help you. Can you do that, love?" Feeling a nod from Luca, Dóra plunged the syringe deeply but gently into her neck. "I love you." She said quietly as Luca with a strangle rattled slumped into her arms asleep. Taking her into her arms, Dóra rose up and approached the three women. "Thank you, Dóra." Mónika said patting her on the shoulder. "Take her to the clinic and I will tend to her soon." Nodding without a word, Dóra turned walking in the direction of the clinic the crowd of Invisibles forming an honour guard as she passed with Luca in her arms.


"Damn fucking red bastards!" Mónika swore wiping her tear stained eyes sighing. "Your assassin was right here listening to every word you said. Which means she knows our plans and you're in danger Célia. We have to call off the mission, it's too risky now." Célia shook her head. "No, Mónika. We may not get another shot at releasing him and I'am not going to let the Master die he's the father of us all and you would leave him to die? Besides, I'am done running from this assassin. It's time we turned and face the tiger or she'll never stop hunting us." Bianka smiled at her friends determination just like the Célia she knew. "I'am with you Célia. So what's your plan?" Célia leaned against the crate folding her arms. "This assassin may be a professional like all KGB and we shouldn't underestimate her, but she's also desperate and rash. She will go to any lengths to hunt me down and this what we will exploit." Sitting next to her, Bianka nodded.


"When we first saw her, she was wearing a uniform of a ÁVH officer. My guess is she murdered the former owner and that wouldn't endear her to the regime. Even if they are supposedly on the same side." Célia smiled following her friends train of thought. "We proceed with the plan, it will draw our assassin out of the shadows and right to us. Then we let the reds do our work for us. We free the Master and deal with this woman in one fell swoop." Mónika placed her hands on her hips. "I would say your both crazy but I think this might just work. We've done crazier things and I have faith in you, Célia. And you Bianka, even though you were an American lapdog." Bianka smiled glancing at her friend before returning to Mónika. "Not anymore, you've all opened my eyes." Leaning off the boxes she embraced her best friend in a gentle hug. "Right, we have much to prepare for. For know I'am going to pray for Luca and for Réká, it's my fault that they suffered at the hands of this bitch. I led the assassin here and as a result I put them and Jozsó Platoon in danger." Pulling out of the embrace, Célia stalked back in the direction of the mess hall.


Mónika stood to Bianka. "She prays for every soul we lose to the reds and we've lost many over the last few months." She then clamped a hand on the redheads shoulders. "Look after her will you? She's a strong leader and a dear friend, I owe her much for saving my life and I would march into hell and back with her if she asked but as her doctor I worry for her. This operation must succeed and this assassin dealt with or she might just crack under the pressure." Nodding she turned in the direction of the medical centre. "I have her back, Mónika I swear it." The doctor looked over her shoulder smiling. " I can't help but believe that you came to Célia when she needed you the most. She would call that providence." She then walked away leaving Bianka alone with her thoughts. Looking back down the tunnel which led down to the mess hall, she grinned following Celia's steps.


The North West Road into Pécs, Friday 14th May 1957 09:29am


"You see, soldier. The rumours of dissident activity in this sector were just that. Rumours." Said HPA Lieutenant Boglárka Jeney in the passenger seat of the GAZ-69 truck speeding it's way to the town of Pécs. In the driver's seat opposite her Private Emese Gyáli, an attractive young brunette of 23 years with rounded features slender cheekbones, big brown doe shaped eyes and short raven coloured hair tied into a short ponytail under her helmet sighed. "Just because they aren't around us, doesn't mean there not out their lieutenant." Boglárka narrowed her blue eyes. "I could have you shot for such defeatist talk, comrade." At 26 Boglárka was a pretty officer with sharp angular features framed by shoulder length ash blonde hair under her wide green peaked cap, the Rákosi coat of arms of the communist party pinned proudly at the centre. She wore a matching uniform of jacket, held up by a black leather belt and holster across the right shoulder with her rank displayed on shoulder epaulettes, trousers and black laced ankle boots. Underneath which was a green shirt and black tie. Ostentatious when compared to the green fatigues with crossed swords on the collars, combat webbing and black jackboots worn by a lowly private like Emese.


Rolling her eyes, Emese turned back to the road spotting a small road block manned by two female HPA soldiers one a black haired corporal, the other a blonde with braided pigtails. "Lieutenant? We've got a couple of ours ahead. I thought this road was given the all clear?" Boglárka shook her head. "That's what we were told, soldier. Slow the truck down, I will see what's going on." As Emese followed her orders, bringing the truck to a halt Boglárka wound down the window sticking her head out the window. "You there, comrades! What is the meaning of this?! We are on an important mission and I demand to see your superior officer!' To her horror the two soldiers grinned training their weapons upon them, followed by a dozen armed men and women that seemed to melt from the treeline. Emerging from behind the roadblock was a young pretty brunette woman with shoulder length air and dressed in a leather jacket and jeans. Alongside her was an equally striking auburn haired girl with piercing blue eyes. "That would be me, Lieutenant." The women approached the cab pistols drawn. "I'am the Phantom of Pécs and by order of the people of Hungary, get out of the truck and take off your clothes. Now." Célia Tákacs grinned with barely contained menace.


"I will do no such thing, dissident!" Cried the haughty blonde officer as the brunette soldier immediately shot up her hands. "I'am Lieutenant Boglárka Jeney, HPA officer! If you want our uniforms then you will just have to shoot us and strip them from our cold corpses!" Next to her the young soldier whimpered in terror. "What the fuck?! Are you serious, Lieutenant!? T-they have guns. Oh my God! Oh my God! I don't want to die!" She repeated rocking slightly. "I-I have a family!" Célia nodded over to Bianka who walked around to the drivers side, Boglárka shot around angrily to the young soldier. "You are a soldier of Hungary! Act like it coward!" Shaking her head, Bianka drew her Tokarev cocking it and aiming it squarely at the Lieutenant's head. "Believe me, lieutenant. I would rather not have to kill you and the private but I will if you test me." Looking through the cab she could see Bianka looking up at the soldier gun pointed up at hip level.


"What's your name, sister? You sound Budapesti? What's your name?" Boglárka gritted her teeth. "Don't tell them anything or I will have you shot!" Ignoring her superior she nodded. "Y-yes. My n-name is Emese Gyáli and I'am from Terézváros and I have a younger sister, mum and dad too." Bianka nodded. "Well I'am a Castle Hill girl and my friend there is from Lipótváros." Célia flashed the soldier a wave. "Now would you like to hold them again?" Emese nodded her head fervently. "More than anything!" Bianka gently open the door. "Then you know what you need to do." The soldier hesitated slightly. "P-promise you won't kill me and strip my corpse?" The two Invisibles glanced at each other smiling. "Promise, we are not too sure about the lieutenant though." Emese shot a look at the blonde officer. "Do what you want with her. She's a bitch." She then clambered out of the truck as Boglárka glowered at her back. "So what's it to be lieutenant? The easy way..." Célia asked chambering a round into her pistol "...or the hard way." Sighing haughty the lieutenant opened the door, squeaking in protest at being yanked out by Célia. "That's a good girl." She grinned leading the woman to the front of the truck, next to Emese. "Well what you waiting for? Strip, now!" The whole crowd of Invisibles began to cheer and wolf whistle as the HPA girls began to strip, faces going bright red.


5 minutes Later


"I will find you dissident and I will make you pay for this outrage!" Cried a scantily clad Lieutenant Jeney, dressed only in her pink lace bullet bra and matching high waisted panties, as the crowd of Invisibles laughed and jeered at the underwear clad women. Mònika laughed flashing them a cheeky wink. "Didn't you hear? She's a phantom, good luck finding her..." Next to her Dóra smiled. "...better look catching her." She completed nodding to Célia who was getting dressed in Boglárka's uniform while Bianka was pulling on Emese's. Boglárka stared each of them in the eye. "Laugh it all up, dissidents! When I return here with a tank div-" "Oh for once in your life, shut up you silly cow!" Cut across a shivering Emese clad only in a long blue cotton slip, the nipples of her small B-cups peaking through the thin fabric. Putting on the Lieutenant's cap, Célia nodded her head to Mónika. "Time to put them to sleep, doc." The doctor smiled pulling out two syringes as two Invisibles each grabbed the women.


A look of fear passed across Emese's face struggling against her captors. "W-wait? You should said you weren't going to kill us!" Mònika merely smiled as she approached the girl. "It's nothing just something to help you relax my dear." She said casually flicking the long needle a wide grin across her face. "No, no, no! I-I did as you asked, just let me go!" The young scantily clad soldier panicked trying to rear back eyes wide in terror, but the men held her in place. Shrugging, Mónika turned to Célia and Bianka fully dressed in their stolen uniforms. "You should calm down, Emese." Célia said gesturing with a wink, turning Mónika snapped her fingers at one of the men. "P-please don't kill me..." The young soldier whimpered as one of the Invisibles wrapped his arm around her neck, pressing gently forwards. "I don't want...to...di..uhhh." Emese's words slurred into a low rattle as she was lowered to the ground unconscious in the arms of her attacker. Flicking the sleeping girl's carotid, Mónika knelt next to her plunging the sedative into her slender neck pressing gently on the plunger. The pretty soldier shuddered for a moment as the drugs found their way into her brain before letting out a low breath. "Sweet dreams, pretty." Mónika said gently caressing her cheek pocketing the empty syringe and rising to her feet. Taking out another, she turned to the haughty young lieutenant, in her lacy pink underwear.


The blonde stood tall, arrogantly sticking out her chin towering over the man and woman who held her. "Do your worst, dissident. I'am no coward like she is." Mónika chuckled. "I don't mind if I do, Boglárka. Now this is going to hurt." She said casually tapping the syringe then plunging it into the officers neck plunging it into her artery. The woman yelped in pain as Mónika pressed hard on the plunger. "Ow! You bitch! That hu--uhh.." The blonde swayed as if she had had too much Unicum, her pretty blue eyes crossing and struggling to stay open. "Say goodnight, princess..." Mónika said with a sardonic smile, gently pushing the sleepy soldier with her index finger into the waiting arms of the invisibles eliciting a roar of laughter from the others. Laughing herself, the doctor turned approaching the chuckling Célia and Bianka.


"So what do you want me to do with these two, Célia?" The doctor asked jerking her thumb to the two scantily clad women being dragged away. Célia glanced over her shoulder. "Take them back to the base and keep an eye on them. When we get back, release the soldier with a fresh set of clothes. Thanks to your drug she won't remember anything." Mónika nodded. "And Stalin's love child?" Célia and Bianka exchanged smiles. "Keep her for a little longer and question her. It's not everyday we bag ourselves an officer and she may know something useful. Besides, she looks like she could loosen up a little." The three of them burst laughing shaking their heads. "Consider it done, boss. Well good luck guys, stay alive and come home safe. All of you." She said giving them both warm embraces. "And that's an order." She joked as they parted.


Walking over to the truck, Bianka got behind the wheel while Célia got into the passenger seat and belted up. As the road block ahead of them was moved aside she glanced to Bianka grasping her hand. "Let's do this, B." Bianka squeezed it in return. "Right behind you, Célia." Starting up the engine she drove past the cheering Invisibles as Célia opened up the glove box and found the transfer order smiling. "That's him; Dr Géza Horváth. The Master and we are bringing him home." Leaning back into the seat she exchanged a wave to Mónika and Dóra before they disappeared into the treeline.


Széchenyi Square, Downtown Pécs, Across the Street from the Central Government Buildings, 10:00am


Sitting across from the prison, sipping on her tea in a small café Natalia Borisova watched the approaches to the police headquarters like a hawk. Still dressed in the clothes she had stripped from the pretty brunette she had used whatever money she had spare to be well rested for her final reckoning with Célia Tákacs and her little friend. The beast inside her reared it's head in anticipation for the blood she would soon shed in the name of the motherland. Hmm? They are running late. They must have found the girls body and called off the mission. In that case I waste my time. Damn it all! Suddenly the crumbling sound of a GAZ-51 truck from her right approaching the prison entrance, made Natalia look up. She grinned as she caught sight of the cabs occupants; Célia Tákacs herself dressed in the uniform of a HPA lieutenant while her pet wore a grunts uniform. Watching the truck disappear into the prison, the KGB hunter finished her tea then rose from her table then straddled a nearby bicycle leaning against the wall peddling across the street to the prisons rear entrance. Célia Tákacs, this your last day on earth. I'am coming for you. She thought the beast howling inside her, scenting blood.


Officer Zsuszanna Kun stood by the rear entrance to the prison yard yawning widely at the boredom she felt at her lonely guard duty, reflecting that if it wasn't for the murder of an HPA commissar only yesterday then she would be patrolling the barbican wall with her friend Csenge happily chatting about their boyfriends. She sighed gripping her AKS-55 rifle with folding stock. That Commissar's murder as set everyone on edge and that army lieutenant just thinks he can in and order us around and increase security ? We're police not military. Still we all serve the same party and are all comrades, I guess. It's a small sacrifice to pay for additional security, after all I don't want to be attacked and stripped naked by some woman wanting my uniform. At least they found poor Ilona alive, she hasn't uttered barely a word since.


At 23 Zsuszanna was by the standards of the local police a new recruit barely 3 months in, a looker with slightly squared freckled features, prominent cheekbones and piercing emerald green eyes framed by shoulder length light auburn air under her blue bowl hat with gold braiding and the Rákosi crest pinned at the middle. Which matched her blue uniform jacket with rank epaulettes on her shoulders and trousers held up by a black leather holster containing her Tokarev sidearm, white v necked blouse and black shoes. Stifling yet another yawn, Zsuszanna's eyes widened as she noticed a middle aged, attractive woman with short platinum blonde hair cycling towards her wearing clothing that looked way to small for her.


"Comrade, turn back. This is a restricted area and off limits to civilians." Zsuszanna said in her best authoritative voice gripping her weapon and raising it slightly. The blonde cocked her head looking her up and down, for a second the young officer felt a cold shiver run down her spine getting the impression she was being sized up. "My apologies, comrade. But my chain seems to be loose, could you be a dear and take a look for me. I don't mean to be a bother." The blonde replied with curiously accented Hungarian that didn't seem local. Nervously glancing towards her post then back, Zsuszanna nodded looping her rifle over her shoulder. "Alright, I used to work in my father's bicycle repair shop. I can take a quick look but after you need to be on your way." The blonde nodded getting off her bike. "Of course, thank you comrade-officer." Smiling she got off her bike as the officer crouched on her hunches, inspecting the damage.


Her trap set the little mouse sniffing the cheese Natalia took out her old trusty friend, her spool of piano wire that crushed the throats of many a man and woman flexing it. "I'am sorry, comrade. I don't see anything wro-ugh!" The little officer choked as Natalia looped her wire over the young woman's neck pulling hard on the noose. Her prey struggled gasping for breath her arms flailing as she tried desperately in vain to poke Natalia in her eye, but the KGB assassin wouldn't be denied. She pulled harder, leaning down to the struggling girls ear. "I only need one thing from you, comrade. Your uniform, call it a contribution to the communist party who greatly appreciate your sacrifice." The young officer whimpered in fear her struggles getting weaker and weaker before Natalia yanked hard on the wire, delivering the coup de grace. Hearing the satisfying crunch of bone that signalled the end of officer Zsuszanna Kun, Natalia breathed an aroused gasp as the officer let out a low squeak followed by a strangled death rattle her arms flopping limply to her sides. Unlooping her garrote, the KGB let the dead woman drop to the pavement before grabbing her wrists and dragging her beyond the prisons side door.


Ignoring the cold accusing stare of the dead officers pretty green eyes propping her up against the crates, Natalia quickly stripped out of the constricting clothing of the resistance fighter admiring the thin red cut left by her piano wire on the redheads slender throat. Feeling the beast inside her temporarily sated, she got to work claiming her reward. This woman's uniform should help me get into the prison and her weapon will proof useful. Hopefully they would have got my message from that mere slip of a girl yesterday. If not then I will just have to improvise, surely they will see that I was justified in taking the lives of their own. After all the party demands sacrifice and their lives where inconsequential to the success of my mission. Taking off the officers hat and putting it on, Natalia pulled off the dead woman's shoes along with her black socks before unbelting her jacket then unfolding it from her shoulders and unbuttoning her blouse revealing a hint of a black padded bra concealing lush C-cup breasts. Unfastening the young officers trousers, she whipped them past her hips and down her long legs exposing matching high waisted briefs protecting her modesty.


Quickly getting dressed in the dead woman's uniform, Natalia flung the scantily clad corpse onto her shoulder opened the dumpster then flung her inside like a sack of garbage. "Thank you comrade, your uniform fits me like a glove. Once again It seems that the commissar wasn't enough an example, perhaps two deaths will serve to remind your superiors of their duty to the motherland." Tossing the discarded clothes on top of Zsuszanna's cooling body, she slammed the dumpster shut. Picking up the dead woman's rifle, the KGB assassin looped it over her shoulder before slipping through the service entrance her anticipation and adrenaline building.


The Prison Cells of the Communist Police Headquarters, 10:12am


"When I got your message boss, about this KGB infiltrator stalking you I feared the worst. That we may have had to call off the plan." Said officer Sandor Nágy, a young balding man of 26 years, as the group approached the cell holding the master himself. Célia shook her head. "You know me Sandor, I don't run from threats to my life or that to the platoon. Besides, our Master as languished in here for too long. Don't you agree?" Sandor nodded. "I knew I shouldn't have doubted you, not after you saved mine and Mónika's life. How is she by the way? Are you looking out for her?" Célia smiled. "She's doing well, Sandor. It's more a case of she's taking care of me. She misses you terribly." Sandor breathed a sigh of relief. "Not as much as I miss her, how I long to hold her in my arms again." As the group stopped just before the Masters cell, Bianka turned to the guard. "Why haven't you broken him out yourself? You've got better access then any of us." Sandor looked at her like she was a rude child before glancing at Célia who nodded. "I have been deep cover in this prison for over a year now. I'am the only invisible who works in this prison and it's my duty to help any of our captured people escape this place. If I freed the Master myself than I would burn my cover. He's too high profile but with you two here with an official document..."


Bianka nodded her understanding as Célia leaned forwards. "Thanks for looking after Réka. You cannot imagine the relief that spread through the camp, Henrik was beside himself with joy when you told us the news that she's alive. Here give this to her..." She slipped a lockpick into Sandor's hand. "....makes sure she escapes this place and gets home safe." Sandor flashed her a wink pocketing it. "Consider it done, it's the least I could do after all. Now we mustn't delay any longer. The last thing we need is our covers blown." Nodding with determination the three approached the masters cell. There in the shadows, rising from his cot chains jangling was the Master, Dr Géza Horváth a bearded grizzled but distinguished man. Who flashed them a smile each.


"Célia Tákacs, my most gifted student. Somehow I knew it would be you that would set free me of my chains. You look well. Sandor has told me of your exploits and why time is of the essence. Who is this? A new soul that has joined Joszó?" Célia smiled as she hugged her mentor through the bars. "It's good to see you too teacher. But I'am sorry introductions must wait. As Sandor said time is of the essence." Taking his cue Sandor held a clipboard in front of her. "Now if you just take out a pen and sign this ridiculous piece of red paper, we can free our Master." Laughing Célia took out a pen and looked down to sign...


Stopping by a cell that held a single shadowy female occupant, Natalia smiled as she glimpsed Célia, Bianka and a male guard standing by this 'Masters' cell signing a release and transfer form. "At last. I have you now..." she hissed under her breath raising her rifle but before she could cock back the charging handle a small hand grabbed the rifle pulling her close to the cell. "Let go! You fucking dissident!" She yelled attracting the attention of her guards and target, turning to face the dishevelling young woman who was clad only in a dirty brown bib Natalia's eyes widened in shock as she saw a face leer from the shadows, one that looked so much like her long lost sweet Alina. "You! It's you! The one that hurt me!" Cried Réka in terror as she wrenched her rifle from the girls grasp before striking her in the belly with the stock. Réka recoiled in pain back into her cell as the male guard ran towards her, boots ringing from the concrete.


"Hey! Go easy on her comrade! We haven't even questioned her yet!" The man yelled as Natalia fixed him with a cold unflinching stare. "Damned incompetence!" She said with venom as she saw her prey with a backwards glance leave the cell block. "No!" She yelled pushing past the guard desperately rushing after them, the beast inside of her straining off it's leash.


Massaging her stomach, Réka Kárpáti looked up at Sandor her comrade in arms who smiled. "Here a little something from the boss..." He passed her the lockpick through the bars. "...but wait until the coast is clear. You'll find what you need in the women's locker room just down the hall to your left, there should be a guard with a uniform that's your size. Good luck, sister." He said with a wink walking away towards the exit to the prison yard. "Thank you, brother." She called after him before taking out the lockpick and testing the lock of her cell door.


The Prison Yard, 10:25am


Coming out to the sight of a large courtyard ringed by blue uniforms, Natalia glimpsed Célia loading the Master into the back of the truck before climbing into the trucks cab. "No! You will not escape me for the third time, you bitch!" She cried cocking her rifle and spraying the rear of the truck with automatic fire. She was suddenly surrounded by prison officers running towards her waving their rifles and shouting at her to drop her weapon. "For fucks sake!" The KGB assassin yelled levelling her rifle. "I'am KG-argh!" Her words where cut short, drowned out by the roar of at least two AK-55s and the buzzsaw retort of a PPSh-41. Feeling at least five bullets tear into her torso, staining her stolen blue uniform red Natalia Borisova collapsed to the tarmac. Her life blood pooling around her. The beast inside her howled in torment as she reached out to the rapidly departing truck.


Feeling her life slowly fade away, Natalia looked up to see the male guard from the cells standing over her. Next to him a young female guard. "Who you suppose she was? KGB?" She asked as Sandor raised his sidearm to her head. "No. She's that CIA agent who murdered Commissar Becskei. Just another dissident." With that he pulled the trigger and with a flash Natalia Borisova was dead. The beast finally put down. The last words she heard where those of Colonel Morosov. Whatever you do, don't antagonise the locals.


The Northeast Road, 10:30am


"And the beast is finally dead." Célia remarked as they drove at high speed towards the reserve base, next to her keeping hee eyes on the work Bianka breathed a sigh of relief. "We did it! It's finally over! I didn't think that would work but you were right Célia." Behind them Dr Géza Horváth, the master relaxed. "You played that KGB officer well, my dear child. I taught you well." Glancing back to him, she smiled. "All a reflection on your teaching." Géza turned to Bianka. "Now will you introduce me your comrade in arms." Célia nodded. "Bianka Mészáros. This is Dr Géza Horváth the leader of the Invisibles." The man gestured with his head. "Well met, Miss Mészáros. Are you a new recruit?" Célia glanced at her, a note of pride on her voice as she replied. "She's a dear friend of mine and one of us. She saved my life." Blushing slightly as the two exchanged sorrowful looks, Bianka knew that they would have to part soon. Keeping her eyes on the road, driving deeper into the mountains she focused on the now, enjoying what time she had left with her best friend.


The Prison Cells of the Communist Police, The Same Moment


Using the confusion of the gunshots coming from the yard, Réka Kárpáti chose her moment to pick the lock of her cell smiling has she heard the telltale clicks of the tumblers clicking into place one by one. Once all the tumblers had fallen, she opened the door which creaked on its hinges then followed the directions given by Sandor towards the women's locker room, keeping low and quiet just like Célia had taught them.


Coming to the locker room, Réka found it deserted save for one occupant a pretty slim young prison guard who was buttoning up her white uniform blouse over her peach coloured lace bra and matching low panties, the rest of her blue uniform placed on the bench folded behind her. She had made the huge mistake of leaving her firearm and truncheon leaning on the bench. Réka smiled as she crept forward towards the truncheon admiring the girls well rounded ass and cute rounded features with turquoise coloured eyes and framed by shoulder length dark brown hair. Silently picking up the long black cudgel, Réka quickly looped it over the half naked guards head kicking her to her knees and pressing the weapon against her throat.


"Don't go getting dressed on my account, sweet cheeks. That's my uniform you're putting on." She hissed into the struggling girls ears, pressing the truncheon hard against her throat cutting the blood flow to her brain. The guard desperately tried for pull the stick from her slender neck but Réka's desire for freedom, to see her Henrik again was stronger. Hearing the guard let out a low rattle of breath, her arms dropping to her sides the young invisible lowered the unconscious girl onto the bench with the truncheon. Panting with pent up adrenaline, Réka pulled off her prison bib before kneeling naked beside the sleeping young guard unbuttoning her blouse.


"You may have a cute ass but my Henrik says I have better, and he his yet to be wrong dear." Réka grinned as she finished dressing in the unconscious guards uniform, admiring the naked girls small but buoyant B-cup breasts with dark pink perky areolas, small trimmed clit topped with a thick strip of black fuzz and her tight rounded ass as she lay on her side draped over the bench. Placing the woman's hat on her head, Réka tore up her prison bib binding and gagging the naked girl before picking her up under her shoulders and stashing her slumped upright in her locker. Slamming it shut, she turned to see a pretty blonde guard enter the locker room greeting with a smile. Flashing one back, she belted on the gun and the holster then walked past her slipping out of the locker room and took freedom.


Kelenföld Train Station, Budapest, Sunday 16th May 1957 09:00am


"Are you sure you don't want to stay B? We could sure still use you." Asked Célia has the two stood holding hands on the bustling noisy platform for the train to Vienna, nearby Réka and Dóra sitting on a bench watching the crowds. Bianka shook her head. "I'am sorry Célia I would if I could. If I stay and don't report in they will only send someone who won't be as charitable and that will put you and Joszó in danger. That is something I cannot allow." Célia sighed nodding knowing she was right. Reaching into her pocket she handed Bianka her father's hip flask. "You'll need this to prove I'am dead. Say that the reds got me." Bianka gasped. "That's your father's flask! The one you told me about, I cannot accept this!" Célia placed it in her hand gently. "You must for both our sakes. Besides, I don't need it anymore. I have finally let go of the past and found a new sister." Overwhelmed by emotion, Bianka embraced her friend in a crushing bear hug.


"I love you so much my friend! I'am going to miss you!" She cried tears streaming down her face as Célia was overwhelmed as well, returning the hug. "Take care of yourself, you hear and give the reds hell!" Pulling out, Célia kissed her friend on both cheeks. "And keep safe too B. Remember the Americans cannot be trusted." After returning the gesture, Bianka nodded. "I will, you've opened my eyes Célia. Thank you." Hearing the sound of the trains whistle she turned and began to run. "Bianka!" The redhead turned around and smiled. "Thank you for everything!" Flashing her friend a wave she disappeared onto the train. Watching the train depart, Célia sighed wondering if she will ever see her best friend again and if they would ever be free to live their lives on their own terms.

Stormtrooper1990 wrote: Sat Feb 01, 2025 1:28 pm Thanks my friend, it was a pleasure to write and I'am glad you enjoyed the chapters closure.

Indeed, I think the fact that Luca was both A) Shorter and smaller than Natalia and B) Was caught completely unaware by the sudden violent attack, owed a lot to her survival. Like you said, if the attack was more drawn out and prolonged then the result would have been quite different for poor Luca. Had they a shortage of syringes, I would quite imagine they would have to put a sleeper hold on the poor girl although they would have had to be careful given the state her neck was in. Either that her give her alcohol to numb the pain.


Yeah, I imagine that die hards like Boglárka wouldn't see the difference and would say both are mutually exclusive. Although we're you to ask Emese, she would completely disagree with the snooty officer. Thanks, my friend I thought it best to add that little playful touch to show just how much of an out-of-her-depth fool Boglárka is.


Me too, poor Zsuszanna was just doing her job and didn't see the attack coming despite being armed she payed the ultimate price for her lack of attentiveness and naivety. But yes, while I love writing my villians it feels good that Natalia got her comeuppance that was well deserved. And an excellent video that well described her end. Thanks for the compliment my friend.


Indeed, I was discussing with meditions about which scene I liked more and being conflicted on both Emese and the unnamed guard. But without a doubt Réka's escape was the most satisfying to write. And you're right, locket rooms like bathrooms gives us these opportunities to see these cuties in various forms of undress. And perfect opportunities for infiltrators or escaped prisoners a chance to grab a change of clothes, at the cuties expense of course. It also felt good to give Réka and Hentmrik a shot at happiness.


Thanks again mate, and thanks for posting these references. It's good to put faces to our heroines.

hshws wrote: Sat Feb 01, 2025 1:59 pm

Stormtrooper1990 wrote: Sat Feb 01, 2025 1:28 pm Thanks my friend, it was a pleasure to write and I'am glad you enjoyed the chapters closure.

Indeed, I think the fact that Luca was both A) Shorter and smaller than Natalia and B) Was caught completely unaware by the sudden violent attack, owed a lot to her survival. Like you said, if the attack was more drawn out and prolonged then the result would have been quite different for poor Luca. Had they a shortage of syringes, I would quite imagine they would have to put a sleeper hold on the poor girl although they would have had to be careful given the state her neck was in. Either that her give her alcohol to numb the pain.


Yeah, I imagine that die hards like Boglárka wouldn't see the difference and would say both are mutually exclusive. Although we're you to ask Emese, she would completely disagree with the snooty officer. Thanks, my friend I thought it best to add that little playful touch to show just how much of an out-of-her-depth fool Boglárka is.


Me too, poor Zsuszanna was just doing her job and didn't see the attack coming despite being armed she payed the ultimate price for her lack of attentiveness and naivety. But yes, while I love writing my villians it feels good that Natalia got her comeuppance that was well deserved. And an excellent video that well described her end. Thanks for the compliment my friend.


Indeed, I was discussing with meditions about which scene I liked more and being conflicted on both Emese and the unnamed guard. But without a doubt Réka's escape was the most satisfying to write. And you're right, locket rooms like bathrooms gives us these opportunities to see these cuties in various forms of undress. And perfect opportunities for infiltrators or escaped prisoners a chance to grab a change of clothes, at the cuties expense of course. It also felt good to give Réka and Hentmrik a shot at happiness.


Thanks again mate, and thanks for posting these references. It's good to put faces to our heroines.

Yeah, an extra-carefully applied sleeper hold is what I was thinking as well, she would make some very cut sounds as she is sent to Sleepyland.

Yup, and we'll have plenty of those playful touches in our coming entries!

Heh, indeed, it was a mistake to come (it was totally written like that I swear) here.

My sentiments exactly!

Once again well done!

Stormtrooper1990 wrote: Sat Feb 01, 2025 12:25 pm

I mean both Emese and the unnamed cutie where my favourite of victim; brunette, cute and both ordinary girls doing their jobs. You have Emese who's so panicky that she has to be knocked out first before being sedated and so out of her depth. And the mental image of her being carried away wearing only a slip is so sexy!


And with the unnamed guard just sitting their half undressed, unaware that she's just seconds away from being knocked out and stripped in a location she should feel safe, is also a powerful erotic image. There is something titillating about picturing an half naked woman getting dressed and still showing off her sexy little body, before she is sent to sleepyland. And the fact she ends up nude and tied up makes everything all the more sweeter. You can picture the look of on the woman's face who discovers her as the guard tumbles naked out the locker.