Elizabeth Burrows and The Spear of Destiny:- A Wolfenstein USB Tale
Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2025 7:37 pm
In Elizabeth’s final outing she is joined by her girlfriend, Susan Bellamy as they undertake perhaps the most important relic hunt of the war; the retrieval of the fabled Spear of Destiny from the nazi excavation of Nero’s infamous Golden Palace near Rome. Not only will our heroines have their old friends; the women of the SS Paranormal Division, the Elite Guard to contend with but also the all female elite soldiers of Benito Mussolini, the Lei Lupin or the She Wolves. Will the duo be able to secure the relic from the Nazis and come out unscathed? This is their story…
DC-10 Douglas SkyTrain, 10’000ft above Rome, Thursday 26th August 1943 20:56pm
“And there, you just had your strap twisted my love!” Elizabeth Burrows shouted over the din of the twin radial Pratt and Whitney engines as she fixed the strap of her lovers parachute, recieving a gentle peck of thanks on the lips from her sweet auburn haired girlfriend, Susan Bellamy. “Thanks, babe. I know that this isn't the first time I have jumped from a perfectly good aircraft before, well one that wasn't on fire!” She giggled nervously. “But this is the first time I have been on a mission with you. That whole thing in Wewelsburg didn't count. I don't want to let you down!” Flashing her girl a reassuring smile, as the plane shook from turbulence Liz sat next to her passionately kissing her lover fully on her lips. “Sweetheart, you could never disappoint me. You showed real courage in Germany and it was past time SOE approved your transfer to field ops, you took to the training well enough.” Susie returned the smile kissing Elizabeth on her lips before taking out the mission dossier. “So what's the word, Susie?” Liz gestured with her head to the file.
“According to the intelligence from local partisan groups, Kessler and the Elite Guards have been digging up the ruins of Nero's Golden Palace, under the supervision of Mussolini's own all female elite guards, the Lei Lupi.” Elizabeth nodded in understanding. “The ‘She Wolves’? Fitting for a fascista obsessed with Roman history. Do we have confirmation that the Spear of Destiny is what their seeking?” Susie looked gravely. “Yes. Nero had it brought here to his palace after he had his legionnaires scour the holy land for it, following the crucifixion. Lizzie! If the Nazi's get their hands on that artifact…” she let the sentence hang as Liz took her gently by her shoulders looking into her big blue eyes. “We won't let them, Susie! We’ll swoop in swipe the spear from right under their fascist noses and be home in time for tea and cakes!” “30 seconds until the drop zone! Hook up ladies!” Yelled the voice of the young RAF pilot from the cockpit.
Sharing one last passionate kiss before they hooked up their lines, the two agents stumbled towards the planes open hatch feeling the warm air of the mediterranean midsummer's evening caress their faces. Squeezing Susie's hand, Elizabeth lent out the door waiting for green light to flash on. Then suddenly her face was illuminated by greenlight. “Greenlight! Go!” Yelled the young man from the cockpit but Elizabeth was already out the door, gently free falling for a few hundred feet before pulling the chute’s cord. Feeling the familiar tug behind her navel, Elizabeth’s chute unfurled like a blooming white rose arresting her momentum. Looking up, Liz breathed a sigh of relief seeing Susie a few feet above her parachute having been successfully deployed. Looking at the rapidly approaching ground Liz tucked her legs aiming for the wooded clearing to the south of the excavation.
1km from the Golden Palace Excavation, Outskirts of Rome, 21:03am
Hitting the ground with a thud, Liz tucked and rolled, landing with feline grace. A similar grunt from behind her informed her that Susie had landed right behind her. After unfurling herself from her parachute and stripping it off her back, she helped her lover extricate herself from her own silken prison. Stopping to bury the suits in the bushes with their entrenching tools, the two agents passionately embraced before creeping low heading towards the bright lights of the excavation, shining like a beacon on the horizon.
The Golden Palace Excavation Site Perimeter, Outskirts of Rome, 21:10pm
“So these are Mussolini's ‘She Wolves’? Elizabeth snorted as she and Susie crouched in the bushes observing two of Mussolini's Lei Lupi patrolling the barbed wire fence. “They look like fashion models, not actual soldiers. I bet they're pushovers.” She said casually, handing the field glasses to her lover. Liz wasn't wrong, they were both attractive young women. The first was an olive skinned raven haired girl, with heart shaped features, high cheekbones and bright hazel almond shaped eyes, her long hair tied back into a ponytail underneath her black patrol cap. While her partner was a lightly tanned blonde with short shoulder length ash blonde hair framing a sweet rounded face with shallow cheekbones and doe shaped big brown eyes. She had the look of a tomboy about her. Both wore tight machining black shirts with the diamond shaped insignia of a snarling rearing black wolf on a white background with fasces below above their right breasts, grey belted trousers with red piping down the seams and pouches for clips for their Carcano M1891 rifles, looped over their shoulders and black laced ankle boots. Impressed Susie handed the binoculars back to Liz.
“I don't know, Liz. They are certainly dressed for the part more than the elite guards and look pretty professional.” Her blonde lover chuckled. “Sure their snappy dressers but they look too soft. Don't worry, we'll be wearing their uniforms soon enough. Right. The brunette looks close to my size alright…” Susie nodded sizing up the ash blonde. “ And the blonde looks just right for me.” Liz gently squeezed her redheaded girlfriend's shoulder. “That's the spirit, sweetheart.” She whispered in hushed tones replacing the binoculars into her kit bag. “Let's wait for them to split up and I’ll take the sultry brunette first.” Together, they bided their time as the two sentries lit up.
“I'm so bored, Alessia!” Sighed the ash blonde Private Giulia Russo as she blew out a steady stream of blue smoke before taking another drag. “How I wish we actually had a couple of allied infiltrators sneak into the excavation right now, so we can finally prove ourselves to those Elite Guards instead of having them boss us around like schoolgirls in our own country!” Nodding olive skinned Brunette Alessia Esposito took a deep drag, feeling the nicotine grace her lungs. “Tell me about it. I honestly don't get those tight leather uniforms they wear. Yeah, they fill them out like no one's business and they do great things to their figures but I don't see many tactical advantages.” Giulia tapped some ash from her cigarette. “Mhm. And what's with those freaky gas masks? Why wear them on duty? It obscures your peripheral vision.” Alessia raised her cigarette to her mouth taking another long drag. “Then again after that whole catastrophe in Bari, one cannot be too careful right?” An awkward silence descended between the pair as they took long deep drags from their cigarettes, Bari still fresh in their minds. “You know Alessia. I wouldn't mind wearing one of their uniforms.” Giulia flashed a wicked smile dropping her dog end into the grass and stubbing it out with her boot. “Come to think of it neither would my sweet Paolo!” Both women burst out laughing. “Good luck with that one, Giulia!” Alessia pushed her friend playfully. Still chuckling, the blonde Lei Lupi turned, resuming her patrol.
Rolling her eyes, Private Alessia Esposito turned to resume her sweep. Suddenly she felt a hand clamp around her mouth to muffle her cries of help to the receding Giulia, followed by an arm snaking around her slender neck. Instinctively, Giulia's hands shot up in a vain attempt to pull off her attacker. “Shh! Little she wolf, she can't help you know. Just relax…” hissed a British woman's accent into her ear, applying pressure to her throat, cutting off the blood flow to her brain. Letting out a muffled sexy rattle of breath, her big pretty eyes rolling back into her skull, Alessia slumped unconscious into the mysterious woman's grip, her arms dangling uselessly by her sides.
Grinning at just how easy it was to subdue this supposed “she wolf” Liz dragged the brunette's limp body into the bushes where Susie waited. “See what did I tell you, love? Italian girls are cute but total pushovers. This one had no stamina to keep up with me.” She quipped, laying the unconscious Italian woman on the grass, taking off her helmet and replacing it with the girl's cloth cap. “Let's get her stripped, Liz. That blondie could be back around any minute.” Susie replied unbuttoning the brunette’s shirt while Liz unlaced her shoes, pulling them off along with her socks before unfastening her trousers.
“What do you think, sweetheart? I make a convincing little fascist, don't I?” Liz winked as she buttoned up the brunette Lei Lupi’s shirt before loosening her ponytail and copying it. Susie, who was busy taping up the unconscious scantily clad Alessia dressed only in a cream cotton lace trim slip smiled, glancing up at her lover. “You look a lot better in that get up than she did, my dear.” They shared a passionate embrace over the bound and gagged brunette. “You are right, Liz. They are definitely cute, I mean this one's made up so well.” Liz followed Susie's eye, taking in the girl's curves underneath her slip the nipples peeking through the thin fabric. “But not a patch on either of us.” Liz giggled once again passionately kissing her lover. “Love you too, babe. Stay here the blondes coming back around. I will choke her out and you can take her uniform.” Susie glanced at the unconscious half naked brunette. “What do you want me to do with sleeping beauty here?” Liz shrugged. “If she wakes up, just put her back to sleep with another sleeper hold. Or failing that, just give a good punch to the face.” With that she looped the Carcano rifle over her shoulder and crept out of the bushes, stealthily creeping up on the Blonde Lei Lupi. Susie sighed watching her lovers back. “You never let me have any fun. But do be careful, my love.”
“Alessia? Where the hell are you? You better not be slacking off again.” Private Giulia Russo called looking around for her partner. “Stop fooling around!” She hissed with more urgency. “You know the Capitano hates it when you play these practical jokes-mmph!” Giulia screamed into a muffled hand that seized her from behind. “Don't worry, signorina. You will be joining her soon enou-ugh!!” Using her training, Giulia elbowed the British woman in her solar plexus breaking her hold before grabbing hold of her arm and flipping her over her shoulder.
“Well, well what have we got here? A filthy British spy who thought she could get the drop on me…” Brandishing her rifle at the woman's face Giulia's voice grew faint as recognition passed over her realising that the stunned blonde writhing on the ground was wearing a Lei Lupi uniform. “That's Alessia’s uniform! What did you do to her?!” She snarled, placing her foot on the spy's neck. “You will pay for taking her life, English pig!” But before she could place any pressure at all with her foot, Giulia noticed too late a pair of hands gripping her rifle and pulling it to her throat.
“Get away from her you bitch!” Susie roared with protective fury lifting the blonde Lei Lupi off her feet pulling hard with the rifle. Giulia hung like a puppet desperately choking, her feet off the ground kicking as she tried to shake off Susie. But the love Susie had for Liz proved more a match for Giulia's training. Letting out a strangled rattle of breath, the blonde woman's struggles ceased as she slumped limpy unconscious in Susie's grip. Releasing the rifle from Giulia's throat, the redhead let the woman hit the grass with a dull thud onto her belly beside Liz before holding her hand out to her girlfriend.
“‘Italian girls are cute but are total pushovers’” Susie quipped in a very good likeness to her lover's voice, as Liz took her hand. “Really, my love?” She pulled up her blonde girlfriend who replied by jumping on her and passionately kissing her. “Will you marry me, Susie?” She asked after pulling out of the embrace. Susie laughed caressing her forearms. “About bloody time you asked me. Of course I will.” She then glanced down at the sleeping Lei Lupi sentry. “But first things first, let's get this one's clothes off. Shall we?” She said nudging the woman with her boot. Winking Liz rolled the limp body onto her back then took her by her ankles. “I love it when you talk dirty.” She giggled, dragging the unconscious body into the bushes as Susie kept watch.
Upon their return the duo were greeted by the struggling Alessia who screamed through her tape gag “Mmmph!” tears streaming down her face as she saw the limp body of her friend, causing her mascara to run. “Nighty night, love.” Susie smiled, balling her fist. Seeing the redhead's intention, Alessia frantically shook her head, tear stained eyes pleading for mercy. “Mmmp-mughp!” her cries were abruptly cut short by a muffled squeak of pain as Susie's blow to her face sent her back to sleep. “Now where were we?” Liz asked before the lovers got to work undressing the unconscious Giulia.
“Wow, this hot little fascist is as good a looker as she is a fighter.” Liz quipped admiring Giulia's athletic toned body as she taped up the unconscious fascista, her matching black lace bra and high waisted matching lace briefs highlighting her subtly defined chest abs. Getting dressed in the blondes uniform, Susie flashed her a mock scandalised look. Seeing her lover's expression, Liz winked. “Not that she's more beautiful than you, love. Not a chance in hell. Though I have met my fair share of strong second places.” Susie nodded as she finished buttoning up Giulia's uniform shirt before pulling on her hat. “I know what you mean, love. You were telling me about that French girl on your last mission?” Liz finished placing a strip of tape on Giulia's mouth then rose to her feet. “Collete? She was pretty and so was her ex, I hope wherever they are that they’re together at least.” Having a moment's silence out of respect, the two looped the Carcano rifles over their shoulders then left the two scantily clad Italians in the bushes, with Giulia on top of her friend Alessia.
The Golden Palace Excavation Site, Outskirts of Rome, 21:25pm
“So how's your Italian shaping up, sweetheart? Any improvement?” Asked Liz as they approached the entrance to the dig site watched over by a single Wehrmacht corporal, a dark haired young man wearing the olive green Mediterranean uniform with matching cloth cap and armed with an MP40. Susie sighed looking down at her feet. “It's not at all, babe. I can't even string enough words together to order a bloody coffee.” She replied in her thick Yorkshire accent, the very thing what made Liz weak at the knees. Liz gave her arm a reassuring squeeze. “Don't worry, love. Just let me do all the talking.” Susie just giggled. “Fine by me, babe. I love it when you go all Italian.” Laughing they walked up the guard who flashed them appreciative glances.
Corporal Werner Prengel admired the two Lei Lupi girls, one blonde the other a red head watching the tightness of their uniforms show off their athletic bodies. I don't know who I like more? Our girls or their girls? At least we get to see the faces of these lovely Italian girls. Why some of the Elite Guards hide their faces with gas masks, I’ll never understand. He thought as the blonde flashed him a winning smile. "Buonasera, caporale. Una bella serata, vero?” (Good evening, Corporal. A beautiful night isn't it?) Next to her, the red head smiled nervously. “Bongiorno” in a peculiar thick accent that caused Werner's heart to flutter. “Um, do you speak German, frauleins?” The corporal asked nervously, sighing as the blonde bit her lip shaking her head playfully while the redhead silently shook her head. Stepping aside he let them pass, watching their backsides travel through their tight trousers. Chuckling to himself he turned back resuming his lonely watch.
Blending into the excavation, the pair noticed there were few Lei Lupi being let into the digsite but many elite guards milling around watching over the diggers in groups of two or three in plain sight. Liz massaged her chin. “Looks like we'll need a change of clothes or we're not getting in there. But all our marks are in plain sight and it's going to be impossible to drag a couple off into the shadows. Come on love, let's take a look around. Hopefully we’ll get lucky.” Falling in step behind her lover, Susie followed her towards a ruined bathhouse.
Crouching low behind a low ruined wall, they espied two elite guards leaning against the opposite wall. One was a woman dressed in the signature all over zippered leather bodysuit, camouflaged with the distinctive mottled greens and browns of the panzer grenadier, held up by a thick leather belt, a large iron cross buckle sitting proudly above her crotch and pouches with reloads for the MP34 slung over her shoulders. Black gloves and thigh high laced boots complimented the uniform. Her features are concealed by a gas mask with red filters and coal scuttle helmet. In addition to the Nazi eagle above her left breast and forearm, there was an eagle clutching a red cross badge above her Nazi armband, that matched the medical pack looped over the right shoulder. While the other, an attractive redheaded woman with short light auburn hair, squared classical Germanic features and ice blue eyes wore the leather two piece leather halter top, belted tight leather pants, complete with embossed Nazi eagle belt buckle, camouflaged with the same panzer grenadier pattern, armed with a prototype MP43 assault rifle resting casually on her shoulder. Thick black leather gloves and matching laced thigh boots completed her look. An ensemble that was favoured by officers. Liz also noted both had been decorated with iron crosses looped around their necks.
Grinning Liz turned to her lover. “Alright, looks like we've got our new uniforms. We just need to relieve them from their current owners…” she turned to face Susie looking her up and down suggestively. The redhead giggled. “Liking what you see babe?” Liz winked, blowing her a kiss. “Always my Yorkshire rose. That medic’s your size, isn't she?” Susie glanced at the woman. “Yes, yes she is. But why are you giving me that look? Not that I mind of course.” Liz giggled, caressing her sweet face. “Because, my dear I'm going to ask you to strip. Take off that uniform.” Susie blushed, biting her bottom lip. “You want to have a tumble now? Aren't we on a mission?” Liz shook her head. “I wouldn't say no to later when we get back home. But I have an idea and I think you're going to like it. Just trust me, Susie.” She winked reassuring her lover who nodded as she started to undress. “Of course I trust you my love. With my life.”
“So what's your take on these Lei Lupi girls, Michaela?” Asked Sergeant Hedwig Klöse as she cracked her neck out of boredom. Next to her, Leutnant Michaela Henschel lit a cigarette taking two short puffs. “They have a lot of potential, they aren't like Italian men that's for sure. These ladies can actually shoot straight and don't complain like children when you scold them but they still have a lot to learn.” Hedwig nodded in agreement. “Had Mussolini invaded Abyssinia with this lot, they could have held onto Afrika without us. And what do you think about their uniforms?” She smiled mischievously under her mask. Michaela took a long drag from her cigarette, smirking. “They are very professional looking and it hugs their bodies…in all the right places.” She added suggestively. Hedwig laughed under her mask. “I know right? Quite snug, how I envy them. I hate wearing this leather getup, it rides up my arse something fierce.” She paused to straighten up her suit around her bum. “Oh would you look at that? Here’s one now, get out that autograph book.” The leutnant gestured with her head, tapping her cigarette as a blonde Lei Lupi approached them looking distraught. “She has your shade of hair, Hedwig.” she teased with a wide grin. Hedwig pushed her playfully with her shoulder before straightening up.
“Please, fellow fascists, you have to help me!” The blonde pleaded in fluent Italian cupping her hands. “Signorina, calm down and tell us what you need. Do you require medical attention?” Hedwig replied her Italian perfect on account of being her platoon's interpreter. The blonde shook her head frantically. “No, no! It's my friend Giulia! I returned from my perimeter sweep and found her on the ground wearing just her underwear! I-I think you may have an intruder! Please, I don't know whether she's alive or dead! You have to help!” Hedwig turned to Michaela translating everything. “Finally, something to finally break the boredom.” She said, flicking away her cigarette straightening herself out. “You better go save the damsel in distress, sergeant. I will sweep the area and see if I can't bag myself a British agent.” Nodding Hedwig fell into step behind the blonde Lei Lupi as Michaela began her sweep.
“She's just over here, sergeant. I hope she's not dead!” Gasped the blonde private, pointing to the underwear clad redheaded girl wearing only her padded white cotton bra and matching high waisted briefs, laying behind a low ruined wall. Kneeling beside the unconscious woman putting two fingers on her throat, Hedwig breathed a sigh of relief as she felt a strong rhythm. “She's alive!” The medic called back to the blonde who flashed her a strange smile. Suddenly, the red head’s bright blue eyes shot open grinning as she wrapped her thighs around Hedwig's throat. “Oh how considerate of you to check on me, Fräulein!” The woman quipped with a strange British accent. “As you can see, I'm fit as a fiddle. Nonetheless, for being so thoughtful, I think you deserve a nice long nap- pillows included.” Hedwig choked trying to pull the redheads thighs from her throat as the girl squeezed tight, pulling her to the ground.
“That's it Susie. Just gently squeeze on her carotid, but not too tight or else you'll crush her throat.” Liz smiled as she watched the Elite Guard medic slowly lose consciousness, her legs kicking in desperation until she let out a strangled muffled rattle from her gas mark, slumping limply in her lover's thighs. Susie breathed with a mixture of arousal and adrenaline as she loosened her grip on the sleeping blonde kicking her body away. “Oh fuck me, what a rush that was!” She gasped, a laughing Liz pulling her up. “That's my girl! I'm so proud of you, sweetheart.” She said proudly before planting a passionate kiss on her girlfriend's lips. “Thanks love, ever since we did that in training I wanted to try it on a nazi! Looks like I got lucky.” Liz squeezed her shoulder then glanced down at the unconscious medic. “Let's get you into that uniform. I’am just dying to see you in it!”
Kneeling beside the woman's body, Liz removed her belt, boots and gloves while Susie pulled off the guards helmet and mask. “Well, well take a look at her.” She gestured to the medic's aquiline features, prominent cheekbones and short shoulder length wavy honey blonde hair. “She's a dead ringer for you!” Liz chuckled, yanking off the blondes boots. “Bloody hell, we could be sisters. I guess we get around, heh?” Susie flashed her a flirty wink. “Nah, I prefer my blondes sexy and British.” She teased as she unzipped the medic's leather bodysuit, peeling the garment off the blonde's tight athletic body.
“I have to say Susie my dear, you look a treat in that medic's outfit. It really brings out your figure.” Liz looked her lover up and down appreciatively as they stood over the bound and gagged Hedwig who was wearing only a white cropped vest with the SS runes above her cleavage and matching panties, the German medical eagle soaring just above the right up. Susie fidgeting slightly. “I don't know, it's a little tight down the bum…” she said trying to fix up her stolen uniform. Hearing the sound of footsteps, they turned to see the leutnant approach them. “I did a sweep but found no intruders. Hurry up, your taking your sweet time…” her voice trailed off as she blinked open mouthed at the confused scene in front of her.
Liz flashed her a wink quickly advancing on her. “I assure you, fräulein leutnant this isn't what it looks like.” She laughed before shoving the woman on top of the sleeping Hedwig, burying her head in-between the blonde's ample cleavage. “But this IS what it looks like!” She said, holding the redhead's head down as she thrashed her arms around trying to breathe. Susie laughed at the scene, getting aroused as Hedwig began to make groans of pleasure writhing on the ground. Her eyes shot upon, looking down at the flailing Michaela between her breasts she began to scream through her tape gag her face a mixture of confused arousal and panic. Reacting quickly, Susie knelt by the struggling Hedwig, sending her back unconscious with a quick chop to the side of her neck the blonde let out a pained muffled yelp before laying still.
At the same time, Michaela went limp, her arms suddenly dropping to the ground as she let out a low muffled gasp. Holding up the woman, Liz checked her pulse. “Yep, she's out like a light and sleeping like a baby.” She said casually lowering the unconscious Michaela to the ground. “Bloody hell, Liz! She sure got a faceful!” Susie laughed as she got to work stripping the sleeping leutnant. Liz looked down on the taped up Hedwig, stripping off her Lei Lupi uniform smiling. “And I'm sure the sergeant here liked every bit of that too.”
“Her uniform fits you snugly, babe. I can see…pretty much everything.” Susie quipped, enjoying the contours of her blonde lover's arse as she dragged the half naked Michaela into the bushes, wearing nothing but a pair of black lace shorts, her well formed freckled C-cup breasts with puffy dark red areolas wobbling. “That's why I love stealing these outfits, they are so skintight...” “...And great for roleplay in the bedroom.” Finished Susie as she pulled down Hedwig's knickers, exposing her clean shaven womanhood and laying Michaela face into it. “I hope she likes that more than her boobs.” Rubbing her hands she rejoined her lover, as they walked towards the ruins of the palace.
The Ruins of the Golden Palace, 21:35pm
Using their disguises, along with a few ‘Heil Hitlers’ Liz and Susie infiltrated the very heart of the nazi excavation, marveling at the faded golden glory of Emperor Nero’s former residence. “Makes you wonder if in a thousand years anyone would remember our struggle with the Nazis, love.” Susie said as they entered what looked to be a ruined courtyard, opened to the night and lit with bright artificial light. Ahead of them were two Nazis; one a middle aged men wearing a white lab coat decorated with SS runes, his uniform underneath marking him as an SS-Major. The man was handing a small black case to an elite guard, a woman dressed in a camouflaged leather bodysuit and facemask. Taking out their weapons, the agents pretended to be on guard, eavesdropping on the conversation.
"Obersturmbannführer Kessler will be pleased that we've found the Spear of Longinus without any interruptions from those thrice cursed British agents. Get that to the aerodrome at Ciampino on the double, sergeant!” The Major said handing the woman the case. The sergeant snapped her heels together delivering a parade ground party salute. “Jawohl, Herr Major!” With that the woman walked past Liz and Susie without a backwards glance towards the entrance.
“They're going to fly it out of here. Come on Susie, we need to follow that courier to the airfield.” Susie bounced exactly on her feet as they tailed the courier through the excavation site. “You mean I actually get to fly something? Excellent, and here's me thinking this mission couldn't get any better.” They followed the woman towards the small motor pool on the dig site's perimeter where she got into a kubelwägen. Slipping into one of their own, they waited for the courier to pull onto the road. Liz switched on the ignition following the elite guard out of the site heading south towards the airfield. “Keep the lights dim, love.” Susie hissed in a hushed whisper. “We don't want to spook her.”
Ciampino Aerodrome, 10 km SouthEast of Rome, 21:55pm
Having tracked the courier all the way to the Aerodrome maintaining their distance, the two British agents quickly drove towards the gatehouse manned by two Luftwaffe field troops in their distinctive blue uniforms. Upon seeing them, the two men quickly flashed them salutes before opening the barrier without so much as a challenge. Flashing each other smiles, Liz and Susie got back on the courier's tail. Finding she had parked near two large hangers next to the runway.
Pulling up, the two jumped out of their kubelwägen following the courier into the hangar where stood a Ju-52 cargo plane and it's two pilots. The agents observed the handover. “Well, well, well. Would you look at that Susie? It looks like we've just been blessed, those two pilots are women.” Liz gestured to the two female pilots who had accepted the case with a luftwaffe salute. One was a pretty Oberleutnant with long chestnut brown hair under her blue peaked cap with flight goggles, framing a slender face with shallow cheekbones. She wore a blue matching flight jacket with thick fur collar, matching trousers, black boots and gloves. Over which was a yellow sleeveless harness. While her no less attractive co-pilot, a leutnant was a striking platinum blonde, her long hair tied into a ponytail with an iron cross ribbon, with slightly squared features and big brown doe shaped eyes, flight goggles resting nonchalantly on her head. The leutnant’s figure hugging blue uniform covered by a black leather jacket, with a yellow luftwaffe armband on her left arm and matching flight harness over the jacket.
“I would say that the stars have aligned in our favour, love. Let's relieve them of their uniforms and their burden. The brunette is my size, besides she's the pilot.” Susie smirked as they watched the courier depart and the two Luftwaffe pilots head towards the locker room. “That's no worries, sweetheart. I’d sooner let you do the flying anyway.” Giggling, the two agents crossed the hangar on the heels of the pilots.
“Don't you think the package feels a little light tonight, Trudl?” Asked blonde Leutnant Ute Emmerich as she retrieved her preflight checklist from her locker, as her friend and pilot Trudl Siegmayer shrugged applying her lipstick. “You know better than to ask that, Ute. You know we've been flying out artwork for Herr Goering semi regularly right? This could be another of those useless baubles he likes too much. We don't get paid to ask, just to fly.” Ute closed her locker glancing at the innocuous looking satchel on the bench. “Let's just have one peek, no one's going to know.” She said with wonder, reaching for it. Trudl rolled her eyes. “Come on Ute, don't do th-argh!” She choked as she was grabbed from behind by a pretty redhead wearing a medic's elite guard uniform. But before she could react, Ute was also seized from behind, an arm snaking around her neck.
“You know you should have listened to your friend, fräulein.” Hissed Liz as she tightened her grip around the struggling blonde’s throat, pressing her hand on the girl's head forwards ever so slowly. Hearing the leutnant let out a cute choked rattle of breath, Liz lowered her limp unconscious body to the locker room floor, smiling as Susie choked out the brunette pilot. “I think you'll miss your flight, love. But allow us to make it for you.” She quipped, squeezing the pilot's neck with her arm, lowering her struggling form to the floor until she passed out with a low choked squeal, slumping limply onto the floor. “Nicely done Susie. Now let's relieve them of their uniforms quickly.” Liz nodded as the pair stripped out of their stolen elite guard uniforms.
“I can't tell you how it feels to be in a flight uniform again. Even if it is a nazi one.” Said a contented Susie, clipping on the pilots harness as Liz took out two sedatives from the medic's pack before walking towards the two unconscious scantily clad pilots slumped against the bench, clad only in their standard issue underwear; navy cropped vests with the luftwaffe eagle flying proudly across their breasts and black low cut knickers. “It looks good on you, Susie. Very sexy indeed…” Her blonde lover said, flicking the needle before plunging it into the pilot's carotid pressing the plunger. The brunette shuddered slightly, letting out a low moan then slumped back into unconsciousness. The blonde's big brown eyes began to flutter open as she regained consciousness, her blonde hair askew as Liz had helped herself to her iron cross ribbon. “What happened? Were we attacked-mmph!” Liz just pressed a hand calmly over her mouth to muffle her cries then plunged the needle into her artery. “Not so fast, love. You need to go back to beddie byes.” She grinned pressing the plunger.
Feeling the drugs flow through her bloodstream towards her brain, Ute shuddered her consciousness beginning to fade as her big brown eyes drooped, going limp and letting out a low muffled sigh, finally falling asleep. “Oh my god. That was so fucking hot, Liz. She was out like a light.” Liz nodded as they took the scantily clad pilots under their shoulders, stashing them inside the same locker and posing them as if they were snogging. “Aww, they make a really cute couple.” Liz grinned as Susie rested her head on her lover's shoulder. “But not as cute as us, right babe?” Giving her redheaded girlfriend a quick kiss on her lips, Liz closed the locker. With Susie picking up the bag containing the Spear, the two swept from the locker room.
Flashing the ground crew salutes, Liz and Susie looked the part as they boarded the Ju-52 cargo plane putting the Spear beside the pilot's chair. After completing the preflight checks, Susie started the plane's single radial engine taxiing onto the runway. “Ciampino tower, this is flight 2077. We have completed preflight checks and await clearance to depart, over.” Susie said in rapid German waiting for clearance. “Flight 2077 this is Ciampino tower.” Replied a male voice in clipped German. “You have clearance to depart from runway 01. Have a safe flight, over.” Susie flicked a wink to Liz. “Danke, Ciampino Tower. Flight 2077 out.” Switching off the radio, Susie pushed the throttle forward. “Max power!” She cried, pulling hard on the control column to send the plane climbing into the night sky.
“Chalk up another win for the allies, my love.” Susie whooped as she banked the plane south towards Sicily. Liz kissed her on the cheek before gazing at the twinkling stars. “Kessler will be spitting hot coals when he learns that we've deprived the führer of another artifact.” The two woman burst out laughing as they flew into the night.
DC-10 Douglas SkyTrain, 10’000ft above Rome, Thursday 26th August 1943 20:56pm
“And there, you just had your strap twisted my love!” Elizabeth Burrows shouted over the din of the twin radial Pratt and Whitney engines as she fixed the strap of her lovers parachute, recieving a gentle peck of thanks on the lips from her sweet auburn haired girlfriend, Susan Bellamy. “Thanks, babe. I know that this isn't the first time I have jumped from a perfectly good aircraft before, well one that wasn't on fire!” She giggled nervously. “But this is the first time I have been on a mission with you. That whole thing in Wewelsburg didn't count. I don't want to let you down!” Flashing her girl a reassuring smile, as the plane shook from turbulence Liz sat next to her passionately kissing her lover fully on her lips. “Sweetheart, you could never disappoint me. You showed real courage in Germany and it was past time SOE approved your transfer to field ops, you took to the training well enough.” Susie returned the smile kissing Elizabeth on her lips before taking out the mission dossier. “So what's the word, Susie?” Liz gestured with her head to the file.
“According to the intelligence from local partisan groups, Kessler and the Elite Guards have been digging up the ruins of Nero's Golden Palace, under the supervision of Mussolini's own all female elite guards, the Lei Lupi.” Elizabeth nodded in understanding. “The ‘She Wolves’? Fitting for a fascista obsessed with Roman history. Do we have confirmation that the Spear of Destiny is what their seeking?” Susie looked gravely. “Yes. Nero had it brought here to his palace after he had his legionnaires scour the holy land for it, following the crucifixion. Lizzie! If the Nazi's get their hands on that artifact…” she let the sentence hang as Liz took her gently by her shoulders looking into her big blue eyes. “We won't let them, Susie! We’ll swoop in swipe the spear from right under their fascist noses and be home in time for tea and cakes!” “30 seconds until the drop zone! Hook up ladies!” Yelled the voice of the young RAF pilot from the cockpit.
Sharing one last passionate kiss before they hooked up their lines, the two agents stumbled towards the planes open hatch feeling the warm air of the mediterranean midsummer's evening caress their faces. Squeezing Susie's hand, Elizabeth lent out the door waiting for green light to flash on. Then suddenly her face was illuminated by greenlight. “Greenlight! Go!” Yelled the young man from the cockpit but Elizabeth was already out the door, gently free falling for a few hundred feet before pulling the chute’s cord. Feeling the familiar tug behind her navel, Elizabeth’s chute unfurled like a blooming white rose arresting her momentum. Looking up, Liz breathed a sigh of relief seeing Susie a few feet above her parachute having been successfully deployed. Looking at the rapidly approaching ground Liz tucked her legs aiming for the wooded clearing to the south of the excavation.
1km from the Golden Palace Excavation, Outskirts of Rome, 21:03am
Hitting the ground with a thud, Liz tucked and rolled, landing with feline grace. A similar grunt from behind her informed her that Susie had landed right behind her. After unfurling herself from her parachute and stripping it off her back, she helped her lover extricate herself from her own silken prison. Stopping to bury the suits in the bushes with their entrenching tools, the two agents passionately embraced before creeping low heading towards the bright lights of the excavation, shining like a beacon on the horizon.
The Golden Palace Excavation Site Perimeter, Outskirts of Rome, 21:10pm
“So these are Mussolini's ‘She Wolves’? Elizabeth snorted as she and Susie crouched in the bushes observing two of Mussolini's Lei Lupi patrolling the barbed wire fence. “They look like fashion models, not actual soldiers. I bet they're pushovers.” She said casually, handing the field glasses to her lover. Liz wasn't wrong, they were both attractive young women. The first was an olive skinned raven haired girl, with heart shaped features, high cheekbones and bright hazel almond shaped eyes, her long hair tied back into a ponytail underneath her black patrol cap. While her partner was a lightly tanned blonde with short shoulder length ash blonde hair framing a sweet rounded face with shallow cheekbones and doe shaped big brown eyes. She had the look of a tomboy about her. Both wore tight machining black shirts with the diamond shaped insignia of a snarling rearing black wolf on a white background with fasces below above their right breasts, grey belted trousers with red piping down the seams and pouches for clips for their Carcano M1891 rifles, looped over their shoulders and black laced ankle boots. Impressed Susie handed the binoculars back to Liz.
“I don't know, Liz. They are certainly dressed for the part more than the elite guards and look pretty professional.” Her blonde lover chuckled. “Sure their snappy dressers but they look too soft. Don't worry, we'll be wearing their uniforms soon enough. Right. The brunette looks close to my size alright…” Susie nodded sizing up the ash blonde. “ And the blonde looks just right for me.” Liz gently squeezed her redheaded girlfriend's shoulder. “That's the spirit, sweetheart.” She whispered in hushed tones replacing the binoculars into her kit bag. “Let's wait for them to split up and I’ll take the sultry brunette first.” Together, they bided their time as the two sentries lit up.
“I'm so bored, Alessia!” Sighed the ash blonde Private Giulia Russo as she blew out a steady stream of blue smoke before taking another drag. “How I wish we actually had a couple of allied infiltrators sneak into the excavation right now, so we can finally prove ourselves to those Elite Guards instead of having them boss us around like schoolgirls in our own country!” Nodding olive skinned Brunette Alessia Esposito took a deep drag, feeling the nicotine grace her lungs. “Tell me about it. I honestly don't get those tight leather uniforms they wear. Yeah, they fill them out like no one's business and they do great things to their figures but I don't see many tactical advantages.” Giulia tapped some ash from her cigarette. “Mhm. And what's with those freaky gas masks? Why wear them on duty? It obscures your peripheral vision.” Alessia raised her cigarette to her mouth taking another long drag. “Then again after that whole catastrophe in Bari, one cannot be too careful right?” An awkward silence descended between the pair as they took long deep drags from their cigarettes, Bari still fresh in their minds. “You know Alessia. I wouldn't mind wearing one of their uniforms.” Giulia flashed a wicked smile dropping her dog end into the grass and stubbing it out with her boot. “Come to think of it neither would my sweet Paolo!” Both women burst out laughing. “Good luck with that one, Giulia!” Alessia pushed her friend playfully. Still chuckling, the blonde Lei Lupi turned, resuming her patrol.
Rolling her eyes, Private Alessia Esposito turned to resume her sweep. Suddenly she felt a hand clamp around her mouth to muffle her cries of help to the receding Giulia, followed by an arm snaking around her slender neck. Instinctively, Giulia's hands shot up in a vain attempt to pull off her attacker. “Shh! Little she wolf, she can't help you know. Just relax…” hissed a British woman's accent into her ear, applying pressure to her throat, cutting off the blood flow to her brain. Letting out a muffled sexy rattle of breath, her big pretty eyes rolling back into her skull, Alessia slumped unconscious into the mysterious woman's grip, her arms dangling uselessly by her sides.
Grinning at just how easy it was to subdue this supposed “she wolf” Liz dragged the brunette's limp body into the bushes where Susie waited. “See what did I tell you, love? Italian girls are cute but total pushovers. This one had no stamina to keep up with me.” She quipped, laying the unconscious Italian woman on the grass, taking off her helmet and replacing it with the girl's cloth cap. “Let's get her stripped, Liz. That blondie could be back around any minute.” Susie replied unbuttoning the brunette’s shirt while Liz unlaced her shoes, pulling them off along with her socks before unfastening her trousers.
“What do you think, sweetheart? I make a convincing little fascist, don't I?” Liz winked as she buttoned up the brunette Lei Lupi’s shirt before loosening her ponytail and copying it. Susie, who was busy taping up the unconscious scantily clad Alessia dressed only in a cream cotton lace trim slip smiled, glancing up at her lover. “You look a lot better in that get up than she did, my dear.” They shared a passionate embrace over the bound and gagged brunette. “You are right, Liz. They are definitely cute, I mean this one's made up so well.” Liz followed Susie's eye, taking in the girl's curves underneath her slip the nipples peeking through the thin fabric. “But not a patch on either of us.” Liz giggled once again passionately kissing her lover. “Love you too, babe. Stay here the blondes coming back around. I will choke her out and you can take her uniform.” Susie glanced at the unconscious half naked brunette. “What do you want me to do with sleeping beauty here?” Liz shrugged. “If she wakes up, just put her back to sleep with another sleeper hold. Or failing that, just give a good punch to the face.” With that she looped the Carcano rifle over her shoulder and crept out of the bushes, stealthily creeping up on the Blonde Lei Lupi. Susie sighed watching her lovers back. “You never let me have any fun. But do be careful, my love.”
“Alessia? Where the hell are you? You better not be slacking off again.” Private Giulia Russo called looking around for her partner. “Stop fooling around!” She hissed with more urgency. “You know the Capitano hates it when you play these practical jokes-mmph!” Giulia screamed into a muffled hand that seized her from behind. “Don't worry, signorina. You will be joining her soon enou-ugh!!” Using her training, Giulia elbowed the British woman in her solar plexus breaking her hold before grabbing hold of her arm and flipping her over her shoulder.
“Well, well what have we got here? A filthy British spy who thought she could get the drop on me…” Brandishing her rifle at the woman's face Giulia's voice grew faint as recognition passed over her realising that the stunned blonde writhing on the ground was wearing a Lei Lupi uniform. “That's Alessia’s uniform! What did you do to her?!” She snarled, placing her foot on the spy's neck. “You will pay for taking her life, English pig!” But before she could place any pressure at all with her foot, Giulia noticed too late a pair of hands gripping her rifle and pulling it to her throat.
“Get away from her you bitch!” Susie roared with protective fury lifting the blonde Lei Lupi off her feet pulling hard with the rifle. Giulia hung like a puppet desperately choking, her feet off the ground kicking as she tried to shake off Susie. But the love Susie had for Liz proved more a match for Giulia's training. Letting out a strangled rattle of breath, the blonde woman's struggles ceased as she slumped limpy unconscious in Susie's grip. Releasing the rifle from Giulia's throat, the redhead let the woman hit the grass with a dull thud onto her belly beside Liz before holding her hand out to her girlfriend.
“‘Italian girls are cute but are total pushovers’” Susie quipped in a very good likeness to her lover's voice, as Liz took her hand. “Really, my love?” She pulled up her blonde girlfriend who replied by jumping on her and passionately kissing her. “Will you marry me, Susie?” She asked after pulling out of the embrace. Susie laughed caressing her forearms. “About bloody time you asked me. Of course I will.” She then glanced down at the sleeping Lei Lupi sentry. “But first things first, let's get this one's clothes off. Shall we?” She said nudging the woman with her boot. Winking Liz rolled the limp body onto her back then took her by her ankles. “I love it when you talk dirty.” She giggled, dragging the unconscious body into the bushes as Susie kept watch.
Upon their return the duo were greeted by the struggling Alessia who screamed through her tape gag “Mmmph!” tears streaming down her face as she saw the limp body of her friend, causing her mascara to run. “Nighty night, love.” Susie smiled, balling her fist. Seeing the redhead's intention, Alessia frantically shook her head, tear stained eyes pleading for mercy. “Mmmp-mughp!” her cries were abruptly cut short by a muffled squeak of pain as Susie's blow to her face sent her back to sleep. “Now where were we?” Liz asked before the lovers got to work undressing the unconscious Giulia.
“Wow, this hot little fascist is as good a looker as she is a fighter.” Liz quipped admiring Giulia's athletic toned body as she taped up the unconscious fascista, her matching black lace bra and high waisted matching lace briefs highlighting her subtly defined chest abs. Getting dressed in the blondes uniform, Susie flashed her a mock scandalised look. Seeing her lover's expression, Liz winked. “Not that she's more beautiful than you, love. Not a chance in hell. Though I have met my fair share of strong second places.” Susie nodded as she finished buttoning up Giulia's uniform shirt before pulling on her hat. “I know what you mean, love. You were telling me about that French girl on your last mission?” Liz finished placing a strip of tape on Giulia's mouth then rose to her feet. “Collete? She was pretty and so was her ex, I hope wherever they are that they’re together at least.” Having a moment's silence out of respect, the two looped the Carcano rifles over their shoulders then left the two scantily clad Italians in the bushes, with Giulia on top of her friend Alessia.
The Golden Palace Excavation Site, Outskirts of Rome, 21:25pm
“So how's your Italian shaping up, sweetheart? Any improvement?” Asked Liz as they approached the entrance to the dig site watched over by a single Wehrmacht corporal, a dark haired young man wearing the olive green Mediterranean uniform with matching cloth cap and armed with an MP40. Susie sighed looking down at her feet. “It's not at all, babe. I can't even string enough words together to order a bloody coffee.” She replied in her thick Yorkshire accent, the very thing what made Liz weak at the knees. Liz gave her arm a reassuring squeeze. “Don't worry, love. Just let me do all the talking.” Susie just giggled. “Fine by me, babe. I love it when you go all Italian.” Laughing they walked up the guard who flashed them appreciative glances.
Corporal Werner Prengel admired the two Lei Lupi girls, one blonde the other a red head watching the tightness of their uniforms show off their athletic bodies. I don't know who I like more? Our girls or their girls? At least we get to see the faces of these lovely Italian girls. Why some of the Elite Guards hide their faces with gas masks, I’ll never understand. He thought as the blonde flashed him a winning smile. "Buonasera, caporale. Una bella serata, vero?” (Good evening, Corporal. A beautiful night isn't it?) Next to her, the red head smiled nervously. “Bongiorno” in a peculiar thick accent that caused Werner's heart to flutter. “Um, do you speak German, frauleins?” The corporal asked nervously, sighing as the blonde bit her lip shaking her head playfully while the redhead silently shook her head. Stepping aside he let them pass, watching their backsides travel through their tight trousers. Chuckling to himself he turned back resuming his lonely watch.
Blending into the excavation, the pair noticed there were few Lei Lupi being let into the digsite but many elite guards milling around watching over the diggers in groups of two or three in plain sight. Liz massaged her chin. “Looks like we'll need a change of clothes or we're not getting in there. But all our marks are in plain sight and it's going to be impossible to drag a couple off into the shadows. Come on love, let's take a look around. Hopefully we’ll get lucky.” Falling in step behind her lover, Susie followed her towards a ruined bathhouse.
Crouching low behind a low ruined wall, they espied two elite guards leaning against the opposite wall. One was a woman dressed in the signature all over zippered leather bodysuit, camouflaged with the distinctive mottled greens and browns of the panzer grenadier, held up by a thick leather belt, a large iron cross buckle sitting proudly above her crotch and pouches with reloads for the MP34 slung over her shoulders. Black gloves and thigh high laced boots complimented the uniform. Her features are concealed by a gas mask with red filters and coal scuttle helmet. In addition to the Nazi eagle above her left breast and forearm, there was an eagle clutching a red cross badge above her Nazi armband, that matched the medical pack looped over the right shoulder. While the other, an attractive redheaded woman with short light auburn hair, squared classical Germanic features and ice blue eyes wore the leather two piece leather halter top, belted tight leather pants, complete with embossed Nazi eagle belt buckle, camouflaged with the same panzer grenadier pattern, armed with a prototype MP43 assault rifle resting casually on her shoulder. Thick black leather gloves and matching laced thigh boots completed her look. An ensemble that was favoured by officers. Liz also noted both had been decorated with iron crosses looped around their necks.
Grinning Liz turned to her lover. “Alright, looks like we've got our new uniforms. We just need to relieve them from their current owners…” she turned to face Susie looking her up and down suggestively. The redhead giggled. “Liking what you see babe?” Liz winked, blowing her a kiss. “Always my Yorkshire rose. That medic’s your size, isn't she?” Susie glanced at the woman. “Yes, yes she is. But why are you giving me that look? Not that I mind of course.” Liz giggled, caressing her sweet face. “Because, my dear I'm going to ask you to strip. Take off that uniform.” Susie blushed, biting her bottom lip. “You want to have a tumble now? Aren't we on a mission?” Liz shook her head. “I wouldn't say no to later when we get back home. But I have an idea and I think you're going to like it. Just trust me, Susie.” She winked reassuring her lover who nodded as she started to undress. “Of course I trust you my love. With my life.”
“So what's your take on these Lei Lupi girls, Michaela?” Asked Sergeant Hedwig Klöse as she cracked her neck out of boredom. Next to her, Leutnant Michaela Henschel lit a cigarette taking two short puffs. “They have a lot of potential, they aren't like Italian men that's for sure. These ladies can actually shoot straight and don't complain like children when you scold them but they still have a lot to learn.” Hedwig nodded in agreement. “Had Mussolini invaded Abyssinia with this lot, they could have held onto Afrika without us. And what do you think about their uniforms?” She smiled mischievously under her mask. Michaela took a long drag from her cigarette, smirking. “They are very professional looking and it hugs their bodies…in all the right places.” She added suggestively. Hedwig laughed under her mask. “I know right? Quite snug, how I envy them. I hate wearing this leather getup, it rides up my arse something fierce.” She paused to straighten up her suit around her bum. “Oh would you look at that? Here’s one now, get out that autograph book.” The leutnant gestured with her head, tapping her cigarette as a blonde Lei Lupi approached them looking distraught. “She has your shade of hair, Hedwig.” she teased with a wide grin. Hedwig pushed her playfully with her shoulder before straightening up.
“Please, fellow fascists, you have to help me!” The blonde pleaded in fluent Italian cupping her hands. “Signorina, calm down and tell us what you need. Do you require medical attention?” Hedwig replied her Italian perfect on account of being her platoon's interpreter. The blonde shook her head frantically. “No, no! It's my friend Giulia! I returned from my perimeter sweep and found her on the ground wearing just her underwear! I-I think you may have an intruder! Please, I don't know whether she's alive or dead! You have to help!” Hedwig turned to Michaela translating everything. “Finally, something to finally break the boredom.” She said, flicking away her cigarette straightening herself out. “You better go save the damsel in distress, sergeant. I will sweep the area and see if I can't bag myself a British agent.” Nodding Hedwig fell into step behind the blonde Lei Lupi as Michaela began her sweep.
“She's just over here, sergeant. I hope she's not dead!” Gasped the blonde private, pointing to the underwear clad redheaded girl wearing only her padded white cotton bra and matching high waisted briefs, laying behind a low ruined wall. Kneeling beside the unconscious woman putting two fingers on her throat, Hedwig breathed a sigh of relief as she felt a strong rhythm. “She's alive!” The medic called back to the blonde who flashed her a strange smile. Suddenly, the red head’s bright blue eyes shot open grinning as she wrapped her thighs around Hedwig's throat. “Oh how considerate of you to check on me, Fräulein!” The woman quipped with a strange British accent. “As you can see, I'm fit as a fiddle. Nonetheless, for being so thoughtful, I think you deserve a nice long nap- pillows included.” Hedwig choked trying to pull the redheads thighs from her throat as the girl squeezed tight, pulling her to the ground.
“That's it Susie. Just gently squeeze on her carotid, but not too tight or else you'll crush her throat.” Liz smiled as she watched the Elite Guard medic slowly lose consciousness, her legs kicking in desperation until she let out a strangled muffled rattle from her gas mark, slumping limply in her lover's thighs. Susie breathed with a mixture of arousal and adrenaline as she loosened her grip on the sleeping blonde kicking her body away. “Oh fuck me, what a rush that was!” She gasped, a laughing Liz pulling her up. “That's my girl! I'm so proud of you, sweetheart.” She said proudly before planting a passionate kiss on her girlfriend's lips. “Thanks love, ever since we did that in training I wanted to try it on a nazi! Looks like I got lucky.” Liz squeezed her shoulder then glanced down at the unconscious medic. “Let's get you into that uniform. I’am just dying to see you in it!”
Kneeling beside the woman's body, Liz removed her belt, boots and gloves while Susie pulled off the guards helmet and mask. “Well, well take a look at her.” She gestured to the medic's aquiline features, prominent cheekbones and short shoulder length wavy honey blonde hair. “She's a dead ringer for you!” Liz chuckled, yanking off the blondes boots. “Bloody hell, we could be sisters. I guess we get around, heh?” Susie flashed her a flirty wink. “Nah, I prefer my blondes sexy and British.” She teased as she unzipped the medic's leather bodysuit, peeling the garment off the blonde's tight athletic body.
“I have to say Susie my dear, you look a treat in that medic's outfit. It really brings out your figure.” Liz looked her lover up and down appreciatively as they stood over the bound and gagged Hedwig who was wearing only a white cropped vest with the SS runes above her cleavage and matching panties, the German medical eagle soaring just above the right up. Susie fidgeting slightly. “I don't know, it's a little tight down the bum…” she said trying to fix up her stolen uniform. Hearing the sound of footsteps, they turned to see the leutnant approach them. “I did a sweep but found no intruders. Hurry up, your taking your sweet time…” her voice trailed off as she blinked open mouthed at the confused scene in front of her.
Liz flashed her a wink quickly advancing on her. “I assure you, fräulein leutnant this isn't what it looks like.” She laughed before shoving the woman on top of the sleeping Hedwig, burying her head in-between the blonde's ample cleavage. “But this IS what it looks like!” She said, holding the redhead's head down as she thrashed her arms around trying to breathe. Susie laughed at the scene, getting aroused as Hedwig began to make groans of pleasure writhing on the ground. Her eyes shot upon, looking down at the flailing Michaela between her breasts she began to scream through her tape gag her face a mixture of confused arousal and panic. Reacting quickly, Susie knelt by the struggling Hedwig, sending her back unconscious with a quick chop to the side of her neck the blonde let out a pained muffled yelp before laying still.
At the same time, Michaela went limp, her arms suddenly dropping to the ground as she let out a low muffled gasp. Holding up the woman, Liz checked her pulse. “Yep, she's out like a light and sleeping like a baby.” She said casually lowering the unconscious Michaela to the ground. “Bloody hell, Liz! She sure got a faceful!” Susie laughed as she got to work stripping the sleeping leutnant. Liz looked down on the taped up Hedwig, stripping off her Lei Lupi uniform smiling. “And I'm sure the sergeant here liked every bit of that too.”
“Her uniform fits you snugly, babe. I can see…pretty much everything.” Susie quipped, enjoying the contours of her blonde lover's arse as she dragged the half naked Michaela into the bushes, wearing nothing but a pair of black lace shorts, her well formed freckled C-cup breasts with puffy dark red areolas wobbling. “That's why I love stealing these outfits, they are so skintight...” “...And great for roleplay in the bedroom.” Finished Susie as she pulled down Hedwig's knickers, exposing her clean shaven womanhood and laying Michaela face into it. “I hope she likes that more than her boobs.” Rubbing her hands she rejoined her lover, as they walked towards the ruins of the palace.
The Ruins of the Golden Palace, 21:35pm
Using their disguises, along with a few ‘Heil Hitlers’ Liz and Susie infiltrated the very heart of the nazi excavation, marveling at the faded golden glory of Emperor Nero’s former residence. “Makes you wonder if in a thousand years anyone would remember our struggle with the Nazis, love.” Susie said as they entered what looked to be a ruined courtyard, opened to the night and lit with bright artificial light. Ahead of them were two Nazis; one a middle aged men wearing a white lab coat decorated with SS runes, his uniform underneath marking him as an SS-Major. The man was handing a small black case to an elite guard, a woman dressed in a camouflaged leather bodysuit and facemask. Taking out their weapons, the agents pretended to be on guard, eavesdropping on the conversation.
"Obersturmbannführer Kessler will be pleased that we've found the Spear of Longinus without any interruptions from those thrice cursed British agents. Get that to the aerodrome at Ciampino on the double, sergeant!” The Major said handing the woman the case. The sergeant snapped her heels together delivering a parade ground party salute. “Jawohl, Herr Major!” With that the woman walked past Liz and Susie without a backwards glance towards the entrance.
“They're going to fly it out of here. Come on Susie, we need to follow that courier to the airfield.” Susie bounced exactly on her feet as they tailed the courier through the excavation site. “You mean I actually get to fly something? Excellent, and here's me thinking this mission couldn't get any better.” They followed the woman towards the small motor pool on the dig site's perimeter where she got into a kubelwägen. Slipping into one of their own, they waited for the courier to pull onto the road. Liz switched on the ignition following the elite guard out of the site heading south towards the airfield. “Keep the lights dim, love.” Susie hissed in a hushed whisper. “We don't want to spook her.”
Ciampino Aerodrome, 10 km SouthEast of Rome, 21:55pm
Having tracked the courier all the way to the Aerodrome maintaining their distance, the two British agents quickly drove towards the gatehouse manned by two Luftwaffe field troops in their distinctive blue uniforms. Upon seeing them, the two men quickly flashed them salutes before opening the barrier without so much as a challenge. Flashing each other smiles, Liz and Susie got back on the courier's tail. Finding she had parked near two large hangers next to the runway.
Pulling up, the two jumped out of their kubelwägen following the courier into the hangar where stood a Ju-52 cargo plane and it's two pilots. The agents observed the handover. “Well, well, well. Would you look at that Susie? It looks like we've just been blessed, those two pilots are women.” Liz gestured to the two female pilots who had accepted the case with a luftwaffe salute. One was a pretty Oberleutnant with long chestnut brown hair under her blue peaked cap with flight goggles, framing a slender face with shallow cheekbones. She wore a blue matching flight jacket with thick fur collar, matching trousers, black boots and gloves. Over which was a yellow sleeveless harness. While her no less attractive co-pilot, a leutnant was a striking platinum blonde, her long hair tied into a ponytail with an iron cross ribbon, with slightly squared features and big brown doe shaped eyes, flight goggles resting nonchalantly on her head. The leutnant’s figure hugging blue uniform covered by a black leather jacket, with a yellow luftwaffe armband on her left arm and matching flight harness over the jacket.
“I would say that the stars have aligned in our favour, love. Let's relieve them of their uniforms and their burden. The brunette is my size, besides she's the pilot.” Susie smirked as they watched the courier depart and the two Luftwaffe pilots head towards the locker room. “That's no worries, sweetheart. I’d sooner let you do the flying anyway.” Giggling, the two agents crossed the hangar on the heels of the pilots.
“Don't you think the package feels a little light tonight, Trudl?” Asked blonde Leutnant Ute Emmerich as she retrieved her preflight checklist from her locker, as her friend and pilot Trudl Siegmayer shrugged applying her lipstick. “You know better than to ask that, Ute. You know we've been flying out artwork for Herr Goering semi regularly right? This could be another of those useless baubles he likes too much. We don't get paid to ask, just to fly.” Ute closed her locker glancing at the innocuous looking satchel on the bench. “Let's just have one peek, no one's going to know.” She said with wonder, reaching for it. Trudl rolled her eyes. “Come on Ute, don't do th-argh!” She choked as she was grabbed from behind by a pretty redhead wearing a medic's elite guard uniform. But before she could react, Ute was also seized from behind, an arm snaking around her neck.
“You know you should have listened to your friend, fräulein.” Hissed Liz as she tightened her grip around the struggling blonde’s throat, pressing her hand on the girl's head forwards ever so slowly. Hearing the leutnant let out a cute choked rattle of breath, Liz lowered her limp unconscious body to the locker room floor, smiling as Susie choked out the brunette pilot. “I think you'll miss your flight, love. But allow us to make it for you.” She quipped, squeezing the pilot's neck with her arm, lowering her struggling form to the floor until she passed out with a low choked squeal, slumping limply onto the floor. “Nicely done Susie. Now let's relieve them of their uniforms quickly.” Liz nodded as the pair stripped out of their stolen elite guard uniforms.
“I can't tell you how it feels to be in a flight uniform again. Even if it is a nazi one.” Said a contented Susie, clipping on the pilots harness as Liz took out two sedatives from the medic's pack before walking towards the two unconscious scantily clad pilots slumped against the bench, clad only in their standard issue underwear; navy cropped vests with the luftwaffe eagle flying proudly across their breasts and black low cut knickers. “It looks good on you, Susie. Very sexy indeed…” Her blonde lover said, flicking the needle before plunging it into the pilot's carotid pressing the plunger. The brunette shuddered slightly, letting out a low moan then slumped back into unconsciousness. The blonde's big brown eyes began to flutter open as she regained consciousness, her blonde hair askew as Liz had helped herself to her iron cross ribbon. “What happened? Were we attacked-mmph!” Liz just pressed a hand calmly over her mouth to muffle her cries then plunged the needle into her artery. “Not so fast, love. You need to go back to beddie byes.” She grinned pressing the plunger.
Feeling the drugs flow through her bloodstream towards her brain, Ute shuddered her consciousness beginning to fade as her big brown eyes drooped, going limp and letting out a low muffled sigh, finally falling asleep. “Oh my god. That was so fucking hot, Liz. She was out like a light.” Liz nodded as they took the scantily clad pilots under their shoulders, stashing them inside the same locker and posing them as if they were snogging. “Aww, they make a really cute couple.” Liz grinned as Susie rested her head on her lover's shoulder. “But not as cute as us, right babe?” Giving her redheaded girlfriend a quick kiss on her lips, Liz closed the locker. With Susie picking up the bag containing the Spear, the two swept from the locker room.
Flashing the ground crew salutes, Liz and Susie looked the part as they boarded the Ju-52 cargo plane putting the Spear beside the pilot's chair. After completing the preflight checks, Susie started the plane's single radial engine taxiing onto the runway. “Ciampino tower, this is flight 2077. We have completed preflight checks and await clearance to depart, over.” Susie said in rapid German waiting for clearance. “Flight 2077 this is Ciampino tower.” Replied a male voice in clipped German. “You have clearance to depart from runway 01. Have a safe flight, over.” Susie flicked a wink to Liz. “Danke, Ciampino Tower. Flight 2077 out.” Switching off the radio, Susie pushed the throttle forward. “Max power!” She cried, pulling hard on the control column to send the plane climbing into the night sky.
“Chalk up another win for the allies, my love.” Susie whooped as she banked the plane south towards Sicily. Liz kissed her on the cheek before gazing at the twinkling stars. “Kessler will be spitting hot coals when he learns that we've deprived the führer of another artifact.” The two woman burst out laughing as they flew into the night.