Bella Ciao!:- A Wolfenstein USB Tale
Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2025 7:33 pm
In the first of a double bill of Wolfenstein inspired stories Claudia Bianchi, the leader of the la brigata femminile, a small but effective band of all female Italian partisans, is about to receive some unexpected news. Following the allied landings at Anzio south of Rome, the Italian fascist leader Benito Mussolini is about to be moved from his residence in Villa Torlonia, North-East of the city centre to the Villa Mussolini at Riccione. This presents an opportunity for the group to deal a severe blow to the fascistas who have overrun their homeland and restore democracy by kidnapping Mussolini himself. Will they succeed? This is their story…
The Ruins of Villa Gordiani, 6km East of Rome, Friday 4th September 1943, 17:45pm
As the flames from the small campfire lit her olive skinned sharp but beautiful features, 26 year old Claudia Bianchi picked up her guitar and began to strum it. “Una mattina mi son svegliato, O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao. Una mattina mi son svegliato, Eo ho trovato l’invasor…” she began to skin, tears glistening in her big almond shaped brown eyes as she reminisced about her husband, Vittorio, a partisan who just a couple of months ago was captured and executed by the Nazis before she could even mount a rescue. Tears began to stream down her cheeks trying to recall his face. “ O partigiano porta mi via, O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao. O partigiano porta mi via, Che mi sento di morir…” Her thoughts then turned to the young women who had died for their cause, for freedom and the rest of La Brigata Femminile under her command. “Excuse me, capo donna?” Came the voice of a young woman who she knew very well, Gianna Rossi her 24 year old second in command. Taking a deep breath she set aside her guitar, shook her long raven haired curls from her face and looked up.
“How many times have I told you, Gianna? Call me Claudia. We've been friends for over a year.” She said to the pretty redhead with rounded freckled features, doe shaped emerald green eyes and a mess of light ginger hair. The girl blushed for a second before flashing her a smile. “I know but calling you by your name is disrespectful.” Claudia chuckled, rising to her feet. “ So, Gianna? What's the news?” she could see the fire of excitement in her eyes. “It's the Duce! Our scouts in Roma have reported that the Lei Lupi are preparing to move him from Villa Torlonia to Villa Mussolini on the Northern Coast at Riccione!” Claudia gasped in surprise clutching her friends' soldiers. “ Then we have him! The chance we've been waiting for has finally arrived!” The two women stood for a moment breathing excitedly before collecting themselves. “Have you told Allegra and Camilla? Knowing them they will want in on the action.” Gianna nodded. “Yeah, they are waiting for you in the command tent in the ruins.” Snatching up her Carcano rifle, Claudia fell into step behind the young red head.
In the bones of the old Roman villa, reaching up into the evening sky like a rib cage Claudia greeted two of her best partisans, experts like herself and Gianna in the art of disguise. “Claudia…” said Allegra Santaniello, holding out her hand in greeting. Claudia gripped her hand, feeling a strong firm grip. She was an attractive 24 year old from Naples with pale skin, slender features and stone grey eyes, her shoulder length ash brown hair tied into a short ponytail. “...well met, sister. It seems that the allied landing at Anzio and parachute drops have the Duce running scared.” Next to her, Camilla Giordano, a short petite woman of 23 years with slightly squared features, blue green eyes and shoulder length ash blonde hair nodded. “Yeah, those pretty little pushovers the Lei Lupi are about to move him far away from the battlefront.” Next to her, Allegra sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “ You know that I used to be one of those ‘pretty pushovers’, Cami. They are more skilled than you'd think.” Camilla snaked her arm around her lover's waist. “ But you got out and saw the light, Alli.” Allegra caressed her cheek. “Only because you opened my eyes, sweetie.” The two women giggled before sharing a passionate kiss. Claudia smiled at the couple, the two had been dating for over a year after Allegra had defected from the Lei Lupi after springing Camille who she had fallen for. Her knowledge of the enemy's tactics and command structure had been invaluable to the group.
Letting the lovebirds have their fun, Claudia cleared her throat after 5 minutes. “So what's the situation on the ground?” She said leaning across the table. “How many little wolves can we expect?” Allegra pulled out of her embrace with Camilla and folded her arms across her breasts. “Our scouts reported 6; 4 perimeter sentries, 1 on the gatehouse and 2 inside. Plus the Duce and his latest squeeze. But that was an hour ago, so things could have changed since then.” Behind her shoulder, Gianna nodded. “Then I suggest we head there now, boss. And get the lay of the land. We won't get this opportunity a second time, so we move now before they can move him.” The three other women concurred. Pushing herself up from the table, Claudia smiled. “We have a chance to free our beloved Italy, let's take it ladies. Por la libertà!” She cried, clenching her fist. The others echoed the cry of the partisans as they left the tent.
The Villa Torlonia, North-East Rome, 18:15pm
Taking horses and utilising the hidden partisan paths, to avoid patrols and military checkpoints the four women found themselves overlooking the marble façade and elaborate gardens of the Villa Torlonia. “It looks like our scouts were right on the money. Two Lei Lupi patrolling the gardens and two around the front, plus the gate guard. We also have transport at the front of the Villa…” Claudia handed the binoculars to Gianna who passed it to Allegra who in turn handed them to Camilla. Allegra smiled. “Camille and I will take the two pretty ones at the front and take their uniforms.” Camille flashed her a wink in agreement as Claudia nodded, turning to Gianna. “That leaves the blonde and brunette to us in the garden, my friend.” Gianna concurred. Mhm, we knock them out and take the uniforms, that should get us and the Duce past the gate guard off the grounds. But then we have the mistress and the guards inside. What should we do about them?”
Claudia placed a hand on her shoulder. “All in good time, Gianna. So any questions, comrades before we head out?” She asked her team. Camilla raised her hand. “Where are we taking Il Duce when we have him? To the allies at Anzio?” Claudia shook her head. “No, we take him to our contacts with the army and they can transport him to Gran Sasso. No one will be able to free him from that plateau, not even the bloody Nazis.” Gianna nodded. “Yeah, he's been ousted by our people. He's our problem, not the allies.” The group nodded in agreement, before Claudia held out her hand. “Alright, let's get this done. When we have the uniforms we will meet at the front of the house and go inside, our target is Mussolini's bedroom on the third floor. Good luck my friends and por la libertà!” The three others repeated the oath and gesture before splitting up and sliding down the ridge squeezing through the wrought iron fences.
The Villa Torlonia Gardens, 18:25pm
“I’am telling you, Giulia. I'm getting feelings of déjà vû, it was on an evening just like this. A week ago..” said Alessia Esposito ominously as she and her fellow Lei Lupi and best friend Giulia Russo came together by a low hedgerow in the garden. She was a striking girl from Napoli with heart shaped olive skinned features, high classical cheekbones and bright almond shaped eyes. Her long raven coloured hair tied into a ponytail under her black patrol cap. Giulia, a no less attractive tomboyish girl from the south with rounded features, shallow features and bright hazel eyes framed by shoulder length ash blonde hair, shrugged taking out her cigarettes from her pocket. “What when we got ambushed by those British agents at the dig site, who then stole our uniforms and left us naked in the bushes?” Alessia nodded gravely, accepting a cigarette. Giulia chuckled, shaking her head as she took out her lighter. “And you worry too much Alessia.”
As they crept silently towards the two sentries who had their backs turned to them, Claudia and Gianna sized up their marks who were dressed in the telltale uniforms of Mussolini's elite female soldiers, the Lei Lupi ; tight black shirts with the diamond shaped shaped insignia of a snarling rearing black wolf on a white field, with fasces below in their right breasts. Grey belted trousers with red piping down the seams and ammo pouches for their M1891 Carcano rifles looped over their soldiers and black laced ankle boots. “The brunette’s definitely my size, Gianna. What do you make of the blonde tomboy?” Gianna nodded, impressed by the girl. “Allegra can say what she likes, the Lei Lupi are lookers and I’ve always liked stealing their uniforms. I can slip into her uniform, sure.” Claudia flashed her a smile. “They are pretty, I will give them that. From an art appreciation point of view of course.” Creeping ever closer, Claudia patted her friend's shoulder. “Right, let's get into position and on my signal we'll put them to sleep.” Taking their position just below the women on the other side on the hedge, the two partisan readied themselves as they caught the back of their conversation.
Alessia’s brow furrowed at her friend's dismissal. “ I worry too much? Isn't it our job to stay alert? We were complacent at the dig site and look what happened?” Giulia rolled her eyes lighting her cigarette. “Put it this way, Alessia. Who's going to be crazy enough to sneak into the Duce's palace and steal our uniforms? Partisans?” Alessia thought for a moment, Maybe she does have a point? The blonde continued taking a long drag. “We are in the most secure place in Italy, no one is going to attack us here. Now are you going to smoke that or what?” Laughing at her own silliness, Alessia nodded, raising her cigarette to Giulia's lighter. But before she could light it, both sentries felt hands clamp over their mouths to muffle their cries, and arms wrapping under their breasts yanking them over the hedgerow.
Quickly pulling the two Lei Lupi to the grass, the partisans wrapped their legs around the sentries to immobilise them while they snaked their arms around their throats to cut off their blood flow, pressing gently on the back of their heads. Alessia and Giulia tried desperately to pull the arms of their attackers away but the strength of the partisans was more superior. First Giulia let out a strangled sexy gurgle as she slumped unconscious into Gianna’s grip, followed closely by Alessia who managed a strangled “N-not a-again uhhhh…” before she passed out in Claudia's embrace.
“Did she just say what I think she just said?” Asked Gianna rolling the sleeping body of Giulia off of her before stripping off her clothes. Claudia chuckled, taking off Alessia's cap, putting it on then adopting a chignon ponytail using the girls hair tie. “ Yep, she said ‘Not again.’” After undressing she unbuttoned Alessia's shirt. The red head laughed, unlacing Giulia's boots pulling them off along with her white socks. “ Looks like this isn't her first time getting her clothes stolen, ha!” The partisan leader removed Alessia's boots then tapped her on the cheek. “Looks like you two are both unlucky girls. My condolences.” She quipped as the pair resumed their stripping of the two Lei Lupi laughing as they did so.
Within five minutes, the two partisans were fully dressed in their stolen uniforms, the scantily clad Alessia and Giulia, bound and gagged with duct tape. Alessia dressed only in her blue cotton slip with white lace trim, the nipples of her ample young breasts peeking stiffly through the thin fabric. While Giulia was wearing only a white lace bra and matching low waisted lace panties, showing off the subtle muscle definition of her arms and abs. “Hmm? Blondie's quite fit isn't she? She has taken good care of herself.” Said an impressed Gianna as she pulled on Giulia's cap admiring her young body. Claudia nodded in agreement glancing down at the bound Alessia.“ And this one…” she nudged the brunette’s body with her foot “...as great taste in underwear. Very nice quality slip.” Taking the two unconscious underwear clad sentries under their shoulders, they dragged them over into nearby bushes laying them on top of each other and concealing them from view. Looping the women's rifles over their shoulders, the partisans walked back into the garden.
Claudia glanced at her watch as they made their way through the gardens. “Okay, we are on schedule just waiting on Allegra and Camilla. I wonder how they have gotten on?” Gianna chuckled, flashing her friend a wink. “ Knowing those two they probably went before we did. You know how much those lovebirds like to get stuck in.” Claudia laughed, putting away her watch as the two walked around to the front of the Villa.
The Front of the Villa, 8 Minutes Before.
From their positions in the bushes overlooking the large fountain in the front gardens, Allegra and Camilla observed the two Lei Lupi sentries coming together to share a cigarette. “Ugh! Such unprofessionalism! They should be continuing their patrols, no matter if they are dying for a smoke.” The ex Lei-Lupi sighed with disgust as the pretty girls let up. Next to her, Camilla, her lover giggled, kissing her on the cheek. “ But mighty considerate of them, nevertheless.” Allegra returned the kiss on her lips before returning to the sentries. They were both young and attractive girls, which Allegra knew all too well were the main prerequisites Benito looked for his ‘she wolves' and often led to unfair and scandalous misconceptions about their true purpose. Allegra knew from experience that the Lei Lupi were dedicated, highly trained women and not ‘Mussolini's Harem' as the Nazis often referred to them which did them no justice.
The girl on the right was a pretty little thing with classical italian features; olive skinned oval face, high cheekbones and almond shaped green-hazel eyes with dark brown hair knotted into a bun at the base of her neck under her hat. Her uniform doing wonders for her athletic figure and armed with a Beretta M1938 Submachine gun. While her partner was small and slim with cute rounded features, doe shaped blue eyes and short chestnut almost blonde hair, cut short in a boyish style that enhanced her natural beauty, a Carcano rifle looped over her shoulder. “They are both good looking girls, but not as pretty as you, my sweet.” Allegra chuckled when she saw the mock scandalised look on her lover's face, who pushed her away playfully.
“I'll take the taller brunette first, she's definitely my size and you the petite girl. Does that work for you, my love?” Camilla giggled her approval. “I can see myself in her uniform. I wonder what they're wearing under all that? You think it's something racy like the last two we ambushed?” Allegra flashed her a wink. “Let's find out my dear.” Clearing her throat she slowly brought up her hands to her mouth cupping them…
Dark haired brunette Viviana Baretta sighed taking a couple of puffs from her cigarette. “So let me get this straight, Gabriella? Russo and Esposito get jumped by two British agents and lose their uniforms yet they get this detail? How are they not in Russia right now shivering their tits off?” Gabriella Moretti shrugged, blowing out a steady stream of blue smoke. “Perhaps Il Duce took pity on them? I mean they are both pretty, especially Alessia…” she said with a look of longing taking a drag from her cigarette. Viviana snorted, tapping ash from hers. “Bah! I’m way better looking than she is. So are you.” she smiled looking suggestively at the smaller brunette. Gabriella coughed out her smoke, blushing bright red at the revelation.
Viviana gently squeezed Gabriella's forearm. “Don't worry I’ll protect you, I have the eyes of a hawk and ears of a fox. No one is going to sneak up on us and steal our uniforms.” Suddenly from behind them, the sound of a bird call caught their attention. “What was that?!” Viviana said, spinning around and taking a step forward clutching her gun, her back to Gabriella. “It sounded like an owl?” The smaller woman replied, shrugging her shoulders.
Seizing the opening made by Allegra, Camilla quickly but silently advanced on the smaller brunette and in one smooth motion clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle her cries of surprise, and snaked her arm around the Lei Lupi’s slender neck. Dragging her off towards the bushes, Camilla squeezed the girl's neck cutting off the blood flow from her brain as she desperately tried to get her friend's attention. Then with a low muffled rattle of breath, Gabriella slumped limply into Camilla's arms before they had even reached the bushes. Grinning, Camilla dragged the unconscious girl's body out of sight, her boots scraping off the ground. She turned just in time to see her lover do what she did best.
Viviana waved out an irritated arm. “Damn stupid bird. Get lost before I make a pillow out of you!” She then turned around back to face Gabriella. “Now where were we…?” Her voice died away as she saw a pale skinned attractive brunette dressed in a leather jacket, standing before her flashing a wink. “Buonasera sorella…” she said before knocking the wind out of Viviana with a punch to her solar plexus that made her double up with a grunt of pain. And following through with a sharp chop to the back of her neck that sent the ground rushing up to meet her.
Laughing at the cute squeak the Lei Lupi made as she dropped unconscious, Allegra took the woman under her arms, dragging her towards the bushes where Camilla waited. She had arrived to find Camilla busy getting dressed in Gabriella's uniform, the young sentry laying on her back at her feet clad only in her red satin with black lace trim bra and matching shorts covering her modesty. “Sexy little number for a bodyguard, I wonder who her date was?” Camilla asked glancing pointedly at Viviana as Allegra stripped off her clothes. “Now I’m looking forward to seeing what she's got under all that. I’ll just bet she's violating regulations, just like the little girl there.” She gestured with her head at the stirring underwear clad sentry. “W-what happened? Viviana?” She said groggily, big blue eyes blinking back into focus.
“Hold that thought my love.” Camilla quickly kissed her lover on the cheek before straddling the stirring sentry, grabbing her by the throat. “No so fast, little fascista!” She winked swiftly, punching Gabriella twice in the temple and sending her back into unconsciousness with a surprised squeak of pain. “Always so gentle my love.” Allegra giggled looking up from unbuttoning Viviana's shirt before unlacing and pulling off her boots along with her hat, putting it on, as her lover took some duct tape from her pack taping up Gabriella’s wrists, ankles and gagging her.
Now fully dressed in Viviana's uniform, Allegra took Camilla into her arms and passionately kissed her over the scantily clad body of Viviana, wearing only her pink cotton bullet bra and high waisted briefs showing off her trim figure. They were soon interrupted by the sounds of the brunette beginning to wake. “Ow! That b-bloody partisan bitch. You there Gabriella…?” She slurred raising her hand to her forehead. Pulling out of the kiss reluctantly Allegra sighed. “Mind if I do the honours, babe?” She said straddling Viviana clamping a hand on her mouth. “By all means, Alli. I always love to watch you work.” Her lover replied with a grin.
“Buonasera sorella. Time for you to go back to sleep, my dear.” Allegra said, turning Viviana's head to expose her neck, noting she became visibly distraught at seeing the bound scantily clad form of Gabriella nearby. “Don't worry girl, she'll be alright. Here let me do you two a favour…” With that she chopped the right side of her neck, sending the girl back to sleep with a muffled grunt.” Accepting duct tape from Camilla she taped up the woman's wrists and ankles before gagging her with a tap on the cheek.
Taking the two scantily clad Lei Lupi, Allegra and Camilla placed Viviana's head into Gabriella's crotch concealing them from view in the bushes. “I think they are going to enjoy getting cosy in that bush.” Camilla giggled as the two made their way towards the front doors, Allegra glanced over her shoulder a wicked grin on her face. “All they will have to worry about is the squirrels.” The lovers burst out laughing approaching the front marble façade, noticing two very familiar sentries come from the rear gardens.
The Front Entrance, 18:36pm
“Excellent work, my friends. We are right on schedule…” Claudia smiled checking her watch as the four, in their disguises, came together on the front steps. “Any trouble with your sentries, Allegra?” Allegra shared a smile with her lover before answering. “They weren't very accommodating. We had to put them to sleep a second time and make them extra comfortable.” Claudia and Gianna chuckled. “And ours were very helpful by comparison.” The red head quipped. “ Too bad, knocking them out twice is always so much fun, lucky bitches.” The four shared a laugh, until Claudia's face straightened.
“All right ladies, time to get our game faces on. We are here to make history and free our nation! Are you all ready?” The three of them nodded with Allegra flashing her a determined expression. “I think I speak for all of us, Claudia, when I say we were born ready!” Claudia felt pride at her comrades, her friends swelling in her breast. “It's an honour to lead you into the fire, comrades. Let's go make history, por la libertá!” The partisan’s echoed the oath as they followed Claudia into the Villa.
The Villa Torlonia, Third Floor, 18:46pm
Lei Lupi Francesca Ricci, a pretty 21 year old with long braided auburn hair draped over her shoulder and big green eyes, chuckled hearing the giggling from the Duce's bedchamber, the two of them flanking the ornate wooden doors. “Man he's got some stamina, alright. We're supposed to be moving him in an hour but he's too deep into Clara Petacci.” Her partner Lucia Carbone, a no less attractive girl of 22 with shoulder length brown curls, supple tanned gentle features and dove shaped brown eyes shook her head grinning. “I’d sooner be deep into Clara Petacci, if you know what I mean?” Francesca made a scandalous gasp at her friend's words. “Don't you let Il Duce catch you saying that, or you'll be on the next train to the east mopping up what's left of the Bolsheviks.” Lucia shrugged. “So? The Nazis have them beat and are marching up and down Red Square. All they’ll give us is clean up, grunt work. Like they always do. Still it beats guarding a door.” Turning her head, Francesca's brow furrowed as she saw four fellow Lei Lupi stride up to them, women they didn't recognise. Glancing back to Lucia who nodded, the two sentries stood alert as the lead brunette addressed them.
“Stand aside, we've got orders to move the Duce ahead of schedule. There's reports of American paratroopers landing nearby!” Lucia stood her ground. “We didn't hear anything on the radio and the dailies said nothing about American paratroopers.” The brunette sighed. “Look, Il Duce could be in danger and the Americans are right on our doorstep and you're arguing with me?!” Francesca shook her head. “Didn't you hear? Field Marshal Kesselring has launched a counter thrust to push the Americans back into the sea.” The four women glanced nervously at each other as Francesca continued. “So unless you can produce any written orders verifying a thought to the Duce's life, he's going to be moved on schedule.”
Claudia’s patience was wearing thin, she didn't expect the guards to be this much trouble. So much for subtlety, time for plan B. She flashed the two guards a warm smile. “Well I have my orders right here…” reaching into her pockets to distract them, Claudia quickly grabbed the sides of the women's heads and smashed them together. The two women made surprised pained yelps before collapsing into a heap on the ground. “Man, that was so sexy boss.” Gianna quipped as she and Allegra untangled the unconscious guards taping them up before dragging them out of sight. With a smile, Claudia flung open the wooden doors.
Mussolini's Bedroom, 18:53pm
The group entered to find Benito Mussolini wearing only black silk pyjamas entertaining his mistress, Clara Petacci on the bed. The woman was wearing a short red low cut Prada dress, black stockings and matching red heels, her slender neck graced by a silver inlaid pearl choker with matching heels in a vulgar display of opulence. Claudia had noted that they bore a striking resemblance and were the same size. Mussolini rose from his bed, face like a storm cloud “What is the meaning of this, soldier?! I thought I told you no interruptions for an hour!” His mistress flashed them an ice cold disapproving stare.
Claudia laughed, raising her rifle as her girls spread out. “ I’m afraid that you're ‘she wolves are out of action and won't be coming, Duce. You are now a prisoner of the Italian people and of my comrades…” she waved her arm at her three friends. “... La Brigata Femminile.” Allegra had walked over to the bed, seizing Clara by her wrist. “You're damn Partisans!” She shrieked as Allegra pulled her off the bed. Mussolini glanced nervously at his mistress then back at Claudia, concern evident on his face. “Where are my guards?! Why are you wearing their uniforms!” He yelled trying to appear imperious but failing, with Camilla and Gianna restraining him.
The young partisan leader lowered her rifle, flashing the fascist dictator a wink. “They are all fast asleep naked in the bushes, and they kindly donated their uniforms to the cause.” The other partisans laughed in unison at the casual remark. “Oh and the others you posted outside your door? They will both wake up with quite the headaches let me tell you. Seriously, you need better guards, Duce.” Another laugh from her colleagues. Mussolini scowled indignantly at her, his resemblance to a baby with colic made him all the more amusing.
“So what happens now, partisan filth?! Are you going to take me away and claim victory? And what of Clara? What is to become of her” Looping her rifle over her shoulder Claudia approached the struggling mistress, who Allegra had in a naked chokehold. “Oh don't worry, we have plans for her.” Clara set her a defiant stare. “If you're taking my Benito, partisan. Then I'm coming around as well. And that's non negotiable!” She said, stamping her foot like a spoiled child. Claudia simply chuckled, glancing at Allegra. “Well that's the plan but it won't be you exactly…” she signaled with her head to the tall partisan who gently squeezed Clara's neck with her arm, placing a hand on the back of her head and lowering her struggling form onto the bed. With a cute low sigh, Clara Petacci slumped unconscious onto the bed draped on her belly.
“You partisan bitch! She was unarmed.” Mussolini gasped as Claudia sat next to her and started to strip off her uniform. “She’ll be alright, Duce. But you won't be seeing her again for a long long time. Now listen up...” Naked she flipped Clara onto her back and removed her accessories putting them on before slipping off the heels. “Here's what's going to happen, we are going to dress you at gunpoint in your finest parade uniform and walk you out of here, with your loving mistress at your side. You do anything we don't like or signal a guard then you die and then the guard does. Understand?” Mussolini grimly nodded his head at three armed women who pushed him towards his wardrobe. Taking her eyes off the bald fascist leader, Claudia resumed stripping the unconscious Clara, rolling her onto her side and unbuttoning the dress from the rear.
Taking the straps of the dress, Claudia pulled the garment off her slim attractive body, a product of her life of privilege, with one smooth pull exposing her plump buoyant breasts with small dark pink areolas and stiff nipples and low cut black lace panties covering her modesty. Reasoning that she'd have to take the undergarments to sell the disguise, Claudia first rolled the stockings down off Clara's long legs before whipping off her lace knickers, revealing a small trimmed womanhood topped with a trimmed triangle of black public hair and pert peach shaped ass. Leaving Allegra to secure the sleeping mistress, Claudia quickly got dressed in her outfit including her underwear.
“M-my god! You look just like her! How is that possible?!” Mussolini's surprise earned him another round of laughter, as Allegra tucked the naked unconscious body of Clara Petacci into the bed. Flashing the fascist dictator a wink, Claudia fixed the woman's earrings on before pulling on a fur coat. “Remember, fascista…” she hissed, seizing him by the crook of his arm and jabbing a beretta handgun into his arm “...you make one wrong move or alert the guard at the gate…” Claudia hissed leaving the thought hanging, the fascist dictator fervently nodded his understanding. With a nod, she led her team with Mussolini in tow downstairs into the front entrance and into the staff car.
The Villa Front Entrance, 19:00pm
With Allegra behind the wheel, they reached the final gate guard, a pretty young woman with freckled oval features, short mousy brown hair and shining emerald eyes who flashed them a salute after walking to the driver's side door. “Il Duce! Sir, I didn't notice! Please forgive me!” With the barrel of Claudia's pistol at his side, Mussolini returned the salute. “No worries, soldier. We are moving to my villa at Riccione ahead of schedule.” In the front passenger seat, Camilla handed her lover the travel papers that they had seized from Mussolini's bedside tablet. Allegra handed the sentry the documents. “There is a credible threat against the Duce’s life from the Americans. We are moving him ahead of schedule to secure both his person and of Signorina Petacci.” She said with all the professionalism of the Lei-Lupi. On the backseat, Claudia sighed loudly. “Come on you odious little woman, let us pass. We were having some quiet alone time before these party poopers showed up and ruined everything.” She said in a perfect imitation of Clara's voice.
The young nervous guard swiftly returned the papers. “T-then don't let me keep you any longer, my apologies.” She stammered, turning on her heels and opening the large wrought iron gates wide, before standing aside to let them pass, her hand raised in the fascist party salute. Thanking her, and returning the gesture Allegra drove past her heading in the direction of the ruins of Villa Giordano.
The Road to Villa Giordano, 19:06pm
As her team broke out in song, "Bella Ciao, Bella Ciao, Bella Ciao Ciao Ciao"… Claudia grinned smugly to a defeated looking Mussolini next to her. She decided to let them celebrate their win, just like herself they had lost many loved ones and sisters in arms in the struggle against the fascistas and needed to feel that they had just freed their nation. But Claudia knew that if the news they heard about the Americans were true then their fight was only just beginning. Gazing out at the twinkling stars, humming the partisan song to herself Claudia Bianchi wished for a brighter future for her beloved Italy.
The Ruins of Villa Gordiani, 6km East of Rome, Friday 4th September 1943, 17:45pm
As the flames from the small campfire lit her olive skinned sharp but beautiful features, 26 year old Claudia Bianchi picked up her guitar and began to strum it. “Una mattina mi son svegliato, O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao. Una mattina mi son svegliato, Eo ho trovato l’invasor…” she began to skin, tears glistening in her big almond shaped brown eyes as she reminisced about her husband, Vittorio, a partisan who just a couple of months ago was captured and executed by the Nazis before she could even mount a rescue. Tears began to stream down her cheeks trying to recall his face. “ O partigiano porta mi via, O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao. O partigiano porta mi via, Che mi sento di morir…” Her thoughts then turned to the young women who had died for their cause, for freedom and the rest of La Brigata Femminile under her command. “Excuse me, capo donna?” Came the voice of a young woman who she knew very well, Gianna Rossi her 24 year old second in command. Taking a deep breath she set aside her guitar, shook her long raven haired curls from her face and looked up.
“How many times have I told you, Gianna? Call me Claudia. We've been friends for over a year.” She said to the pretty redhead with rounded freckled features, doe shaped emerald green eyes and a mess of light ginger hair. The girl blushed for a second before flashing her a smile. “I know but calling you by your name is disrespectful.” Claudia chuckled, rising to her feet. “ So, Gianna? What's the news?” she could see the fire of excitement in her eyes. “It's the Duce! Our scouts in Roma have reported that the Lei Lupi are preparing to move him from Villa Torlonia to Villa Mussolini on the Northern Coast at Riccione!” Claudia gasped in surprise clutching her friends' soldiers. “ Then we have him! The chance we've been waiting for has finally arrived!” The two women stood for a moment breathing excitedly before collecting themselves. “Have you told Allegra and Camilla? Knowing them they will want in on the action.” Gianna nodded. “Yeah, they are waiting for you in the command tent in the ruins.” Snatching up her Carcano rifle, Claudia fell into step behind the young red head.
In the bones of the old Roman villa, reaching up into the evening sky like a rib cage Claudia greeted two of her best partisans, experts like herself and Gianna in the art of disguise. “Claudia…” said Allegra Santaniello, holding out her hand in greeting. Claudia gripped her hand, feeling a strong firm grip. She was an attractive 24 year old from Naples with pale skin, slender features and stone grey eyes, her shoulder length ash brown hair tied into a short ponytail. “...well met, sister. It seems that the allied landing at Anzio and parachute drops have the Duce running scared.” Next to her, Camilla Giordano, a short petite woman of 23 years with slightly squared features, blue green eyes and shoulder length ash blonde hair nodded. “Yeah, those pretty little pushovers the Lei Lupi are about to move him far away from the battlefront.” Next to her, Allegra sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “ You know that I used to be one of those ‘pretty pushovers’, Cami. They are more skilled than you'd think.” Camilla snaked her arm around her lover's waist. “ But you got out and saw the light, Alli.” Allegra caressed her cheek. “Only because you opened my eyes, sweetie.” The two women giggled before sharing a passionate kiss. Claudia smiled at the couple, the two had been dating for over a year after Allegra had defected from the Lei Lupi after springing Camille who she had fallen for. Her knowledge of the enemy's tactics and command structure had been invaluable to the group.
Letting the lovebirds have their fun, Claudia cleared her throat after 5 minutes. “So what's the situation on the ground?” She said leaning across the table. “How many little wolves can we expect?” Allegra pulled out of her embrace with Camilla and folded her arms across her breasts. “Our scouts reported 6; 4 perimeter sentries, 1 on the gatehouse and 2 inside. Plus the Duce and his latest squeeze. But that was an hour ago, so things could have changed since then.” Behind her shoulder, Gianna nodded. “Then I suggest we head there now, boss. And get the lay of the land. We won't get this opportunity a second time, so we move now before they can move him.” The three other women concurred. Pushing herself up from the table, Claudia smiled. “We have a chance to free our beloved Italy, let's take it ladies. Por la libertà!” She cried, clenching her fist. The others echoed the cry of the partisans as they left the tent.
The Villa Torlonia, North-East Rome, 18:15pm
Taking horses and utilising the hidden partisan paths, to avoid patrols and military checkpoints the four women found themselves overlooking the marble façade and elaborate gardens of the Villa Torlonia. “It looks like our scouts were right on the money. Two Lei Lupi patrolling the gardens and two around the front, plus the gate guard. We also have transport at the front of the Villa…” Claudia handed the binoculars to Gianna who passed it to Allegra who in turn handed them to Camilla. Allegra smiled. “Camille and I will take the two pretty ones at the front and take their uniforms.” Camille flashed her a wink in agreement as Claudia nodded, turning to Gianna. “That leaves the blonde and brunette to us in the garden, my friend.” Gianna concurred. Mhm, we knock them out and take the uniforms, that should get us and the Duce past the gate guard off the grounds. But then we have the mistress and the guards inside. What should we do about them?”
Claudia placed a hand on her shoulder. “All in good time, Gianna. So any questions, comrades before we head out?” She asked her team. Camilla raised her hand. “Where are we taking Il Duce when we have him? To the allies at Anzio?” Claudia shook her head. “No, we take him to our contacts with the army and they can transport him to Gran Sasso. No one will be able to free him from that plateau, not even the bloody Nazis.” Gianna nodded. “Yeah, he's been ousted by our people. He's our problem, not the allies.” The group nodded in agreement, before Claudia held out her hand. “Alright, let's get this done. When we have the uniforms we will meet at the front of the house and go inside, our target is Mussolini's bedroom on the third floor. Good luck my friends and por la libertà!” The three others repeated the oath and gesture before splitting up and sliding down the ridge squeezing through the wrought iron fences.
The Villa Torlonia Gardens, 18:25pm
“I’am telling you, Giulia. I'm getting feelings of déjà vû, it was on an evening just like this. A week ago..” said Alessia Esposito ominously as she and her fellow Lei Lupi and best friend Giulia Russo came together by a low hedgerow in the garden. She was a striking girl from Napoli with heart shaped olive skinned features, high classical cheekbones and bright almond shaped eyes. Her long raven coloured hair tied into a ponytail under her black patrol cap. Giulia, a no less attractive tomboyish girl from the south with rounded features, shallow features and bright hazel eyes framed by shoulder length ash blonde hair, shrugged taking out her cigarettes from her pocket. “What when we got ambushed by those British agents at the dig site, who then stole our uniforms and left us naked in the bushes?” Alessia nodded gravely, accepting a cigarette. Giulia chuckled, shaking her head as she took out her lighter. “And you worry too much Alessia.”
As they crept silently towards the two sentries who had their backs turned to them, Claudia and Gianna sized up their marks who were dressed in the telltale uniforms of Mussolini's elite female soldiers, the Lei Lupi ; tight black shirts with the diamond shaped shaped insignia of a snarling rearing black wolf on a white field, with fasces below in their right breasts. Grey belted trousers with red piping down the seams and ammo pouches for their M1891 Carcano rifles looped over their soldiers and black laced ankle boots. “The brunette’s definitely my size, Gianna. What do you make of the blonde tomboy?” Gianna nodded, impressed by the girl. “Allegra can say what she likes, the Lei Lupi are lookers and I’ve always liked stealing their uniforms. I can slip into her uniform, sure.” Claudia flashed her a smile. “They are pretty, I will give them that. From an art appreciation point of view of course.” Creeping ever closer, Claudia patted her friend's shoulder. “Right, let's get into position and on my signal we'll put them to sleep.” Taking their position just below the women on the other side on the hedge, the two partisan readied themselves as they caught the back of their conversation.
Alessia’s brow furrowed at her friend's dismissal. “ I worry too much? Isn't it our job to stay alert? We were complacent at the dig site and look what happened?” Giulia rolled her eyes lighting her cigarette. “Put it this way, Alessia. Who's going to be crazy enough to sneak into the Duce's palace and steal our uniforms? Partisans?” Alessia thought for a moment, Maybe she does have a point? The blonde continued taking a long drag. “We are in the most secure place in Italy, no one is going to attack us here. Now are you going to smoke that or what?” Laughing at her own silliness, Alessia nodded, raising her cigarette to Giulia's lighter. But before she could light it, both sentries felt hands clamp over their mouths to muffle their cries, and arms wrapping under their breasts yanking them over the hedgerow.
Quickly pulling the two Lei Lupi to the grass, the partisans wrapped their legs around the sentries to immobilise them while they snaked their arms around their throats to cut off their blood flow, pressing gently on the back of their heads. Alessia and Giulia tried desperately to pull the arms of their attackers away but the strength of the partisans was more superior. First Giulia let out a strangled sexy gurgle as she slumped unconscious into Gianna’s grip, followed closely by Alessia who managed a strangled “N-not a-again uhhhh…” before she passed out in Claudia's embrace.
“Did she just say what I think she just said?” Asked Gianna rolling the sleeping body of Giulia off of her before stripping off her clothes. Claudia chuckled, taking off Alessia's cap, putting it on then adopting a chignon ponytail using the girls hair tie. “ Yep, she said ‘Not again.’” After undressing she unbuttoned Alessia's shirt. The red head laughed, unlacing Giulia's boots pulling them off along with her white socks. “ Looks like this isn't her first time getting her clothes stolen, ha!” The partisan leader removed Alessia's boots then tapped her on the cheek. “Looks like you two are both unlucky girls. My condolences.” She quipped as the pair resumed their stripping of the two Lei Lupi laughing as they did so.
Within five minutes, the two partisans were fully dressed in their stolen uniforms, the scantily clad Alessia and Giulia, bound and gagged with duct tape. Alessia dressed only in her blue cotton slip with white lace trim, the nipples of her ample young breasts peeking stiffly through the thin fabric. While Giulia was wearing only a white lace bra and matching low waisted lace panties, showing off the subtle muscle definition of her arms and abs. “Hmm? Blondie's quite fit isn't she? She has taken good care of herself.” Said an impressed Gianna as she pulled on Giulia's cap admiring her young body. Claudia nodded in agreement glancing down at the bound Alessia.“ And this one…” she nudged the brunette’s body with her foot “...as great taste in underwear. Very nice quality slip.” Taking the two unconscious underwear clad sentries under their shoulders, they dragged them over into nearby bushes laying them on top of each other and concealing them from view. Looping the women's rifles over their shoulders, the partisans walked back into the garden.
Claudia glanced at her watch as they made their way through the gardens. “Okay, we are on schedule just waiting on Allegra and Camilla. I wonder how they have gotten on?” Gianna chuckled, flashing her friend a wink. “ Knowing those two they probably went before we did. You know how much those lovebirds like to get stuck in.” Claudia laughed, putting away her watch as the two walked around to the front of the Villa.
The Front of the Villa, 8 Minutes Before.
From their positions in the bushes overlooking the large fountain in the front gardens, Allegra and Camilla observed the two Lei Lupi sentries coming together to share a cigarette. “Ugh! Such unprofessionalism! They should be continuing their patrols, no matter if they are dying for a smoke.” The ex Lei-Lupi sighed with disgust as the pretty girls let up. Next to her, Camilla, her lover giggled, kissing her on the cheek. “ But mighty considerate of them, nevertheless.” Allegra returned the kiss on her lips before returning to the sentries. They were both young and attractive girls, which Allegra knew all too well were the main prerequisites Benito looked for his ‘she wolves' and often led to unfair and scandalous misconceptions about their true purpose. Allegra knew from experience that the Lei Lupi were dedicated, highly trained women and not ‘Mussolini's Harem' as the Nazis often referred to them which did them no justice.
The girl on the right was a pretty little thing with classical italian features; olive skinned oval face, high cheekbones and almond shaped green-hazel eyes with dark brown hair knotted into a bun at the base of her neck under her hat. Her uniform doing wonders for her athletic figure and armed with a Beretta M1938 Submachine gun. While her partner was small and slim with cute rounded features, doe shaped blue eyes and short chestnut almost blonde hair, cut short in a boyish style that enhanced her natural beauty, a Carcano rifle looped over her shoulder. “They are both good looking girls, but not as pretty as you, my sweet.” Allegra chuckled when she saw the mock scandalised look on her lover's face, who pushed her away playfully.
“I'll take the taller brunette first, she's definitely my size and you the petite girl. Does that work for you, my love?” Camilla giggled her approval. “I can see myself in her uniform. I wonder what they're wearing under all that? You think it's something racy like the last two we ambushed?” Allegra flashed her a wink. “Let's find out my dear.” Clearing her throat she slowly brought up her hands to her mouth cupping them…
Dark haired brunette Viviana Baretta sighed taking a couple of puffs from her cigarette. “So let me get this straight, Gabriella? Russo and Esposito get jumped by two British agents and lose their uniforms yet they get this detail? How are they not in Russia right now shivering their tits off?” Gabriella Moretti shrugged, blowing out a steady stream of blue smoke. “Perhaps Il Duce took pity on them? I mean they are both pretty, especially Alessia…” she said with a look of longing taking a drag from her cigarette. Viviana snorted, tapping ash from hers. “Bah! I’m way better looking than she is. So are you.” she smiled looking suggestively at the smaller brunette. Gabriella coughed out her smoke, blushing bright red at the revelation.
Viviana gently squeezed Gabriella's forearm. “Don't worry I’ll protect you, I have the eyes of a hawk and ears of a fox. No one is going to sneak up on us and steal our uniforms.” Suddenly from behind them, the sound of a bird call caught their attention. “What was that?!” Viviana said, spinning around and taking a step forward clutching her gun, her back to Gabriella. “It sounded like an owl?” The smaller woman replied, shrugging her shoulders.
Seizing the opening made by Allegra, Camilla quickly but silently advanced on the smaller brunette and in one smooth motion clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle her cries of surprise, and snaked her arm around the Lei Lupi’s slender neck. Dragging her off towards the bushes, Camilla squeezed the girl's neck cutting off the blood flow from her brain as she desperately tried to get her friend's attention. Then with a low muffled rattle of breath, Gabriella slumped limply into Camilla's arms before they had even reached the bushes. Grinning, Camilla dragged the unconscious girl's body out of sight, her boots scraping off the ground. She turned just in time to see her lover do what she did best.
Viviana waved out an irritated arm. “Damn stupid bird. Get lost before I make a pillow out of you!” She then turned around back to face Gabriella. “Now where were we…?” Her voice died away as she saw a pale skinned attractive brunette dressed in a leather jacket, standing before her flashing a wink. “Buonasera sorella…” she said before knocking the wind out of Viviana with a punch to her solar plexus that made her double up with a grunt of pain. And following through with a sharp chop to the back of her neck that sent the ground rushing up to meet her.
Laughing at the cute squeak the Lei Lupi made as she dropped unconscious, Allegra took the woman under her arms, dragging her towards the bushes where Camilla waited. She had arrived to find Camilla busy getting dressed in Gabriella's uniform, the young sentry laying on her back at her feet clad only in her red satin with black lace trim bra and matching shorts covering her modesty. “Sexy little number for a bodyguard, I wonder who her date was?” Camilla asked glancing pointedly at Viviana as Allegra stripped off her clothes. “Now I’m looking forward to seeing what she's got under all that. I’ll just bet she's violating regulations, just like the little girl there.” She gestured with her head at the stirring underwear clad sentry. “W-what happened? Viviana?” She said groggily, big blue eyes blinking back into focus.
“Hold that thought my love.” Camilla quickly kissed her lover on the cheek before straddling the stirring sentry, grabbing her by the throat. “No so fast, little fascista!” She winked swiftly, punching Gabriella twice in the temple and sending her back into unconsciousness with a surprised squeak of pain. “Always so gentle my love.” Allegra giggled looking up from unbuttoning Viviana's shirt before unlacing and pulling off her boots along with her hat, putting it on, as her lover took some duct tape from her pack taping up Gabriella’s wrists, ankles and gagging her.
Now fully dressed in Viviana's uniform, Allegra took Camilla into her arms and passionately kissed her over the scantily clad body of Viviana, wearing only her pink cotton bullet bra and high waisted briefs showing off her trim figure. They were soon interrupted by the sounds of the brunette beginning to wake. “Ow! That b-bloody partisan bitch. You there Gabriella…?” She slurred raising her hand to her forehead. Pulling out of the kiss reluctantly Allegra sighed. “Mind if I do the honours, babe?” She said straddling Viviana clamping a hand on her mouth. “By all means, Alli. I always love to watch you work.” Her lover replied with a grin.
“Buonasera sorella. Time for you to go back to sleep, my dear.” Allegra said, turning Viviana's head to expose her neck, noting she became visibly distraught at seeing the bound scantily clad form of Gabriella nearby. “Don't worry girl, she'll be alright. Here let me do you two a favour…” With that she chopped the right side of her neck, sending the girl back to sleep with a muffled grunt.” Accepting duct tape from Camilla she taped up the woman's wrists and ankles before gagging her with a tap on the cheek.
Taking the two scantily clad Lei Lupi, Allegra and Camilla placed Viviana's head into Gabriella's crotch concealing them from view in the bushes. “I think they are going to enjoy getting cosy in that bush.” Camilla giggled as the two made their way towards the front doors, Allegra glanced over her shoulder a wicked grin on her face. “All they will have to worry about is the squirrels.” The lovers burst out laughing approaching the front marble façade, noticing two very familiar sentries come from the rear gardens.
The Front Entrance, 18:36pm
“Excellent work, my friends. We are right on schedule…” Claudia smiled checking her watch as the four, in their disguises, came together on the front steps. “Any trouble with your sentries, Allegra?” Allegra shared a smile with her lover before answering. “They weren't very accommodating. We had to put them to sleep a second time and make them extra comfortable.” Claudia and Gianna chuckled. “And ours were very helpful by comparison.” The red head quipped. “ Too bad, knocking them out twice is always so much fun, lucky bitches.” The four shared a laugh, until Claudia's face straightened.
“All right ladies, time to get our game faces on. We are here to make history and free our nation! Are you all ready?” The three of them nodded with Allegra flashing her a determined expression. “I think I speak for all of us, Claudia, when I say we were born ready!” Claudia felt pride at her comrades, her friends swelling in her breast. “It's an honour to lead you into the fire, comrades. Let's go make history, por la libertá!” The partisan’s echoed the oath as they followed Claudia into the Villa.
The Villa Torlonia, Third Floor, 18:46pm
Lei Lupi Francesca Ricci, a pretty 21 year old with long braided auburn hair draped over her shoulder and big green eyes, chuckled hearing the giggling from the Duce's bedchamber, the two of them flanking the ornate wooden doors. “Man he's got some stamina, alright. We're supposed to be moving him in an hour but he's too deep into Clara Petacci.” Her partner Lucia Carbone, a no less attractive girl of 22 with shoulder length brown curls, supple tanned gentle features and dove shaped brown eyes shook her head grinning. “I’d sooner be deep into Clara Petacci, if you know what I mean?” Francesca made a scandalous gasp at her friend's words. “Don't you let Il Duce catch you saying that, or you'll be on the next train to the east mopping up what's left of the Bolsheviks.” Lucia shrugged. “So? The Nazis have them beat and are marching up and down Red Square. All they’ll give us is clean up, grunt work. Like they always do. Still it beats guarding a door.” Turning her head, Francesca's brow furrowed as she saw four fellow Lei Lupi stride up to them, women they didn't recognise. Glancing back to Lucia who nodded, the two sentries stood alert as the lead brunette addressed them.
“Stand aside, we've got orders to move the Duce ahead of schedule. There's reports of American paratroopers landing nearby!” Lucia stood her ground. “We didn't hear anything on the radio and the dailies said nothing about American paratroopers.” The brunette sighed. “Look, Il Duce could be in danger and the Americans are right on our doorstep and you're arguing with me?!” Francesca shook her head. “Didn't you hear? Field Marshal Kesselring has launched a counter thrust to push the Americans back into the sea.” The four women glanced nervously at each other as Francesca continued. “So unless you can produce any written orders verifying a thought to the Duce's life, he's going to be moved on schedule.”
Claudia’s patience was wearing thin, she didn't expect the guards to be this much trouble. So much for subtlety, time for plan B. She flashed the two guards a warm smile. “Well I have my orders right here…” reaching into her pockets to distract them, Claudia quickly grabbed the sides of the women's heads and smashed them together. The two women made surprised pained yelps before collapsing into a heap on the ground. “Man, that was so sexy boss.” Gianna quipped as she and Allegra untangled the unconscious guards taping them up before dragging them out of sight. With a smile, Claudia flung open the wooden doors.
Mussolini's Bedroom, 18:53pm
The group entered to find Benito Mussolini wearing only black silk pyjamas entertaining his mistress, Clara Petacci on the bed. The woman was wearing a short red low cut Prada dress, black stockings and matching red heels, her slender neck graced by a silver inlaid pearl choker with matching heels in a vulgar display of opulence. Claudia had noted that they bore a striking resemblance and were the same size. Mussolini rose from his bed, face like a storm cloud “What is the meaning of this, soldier?! I thought I told you no interruptions for an hour!” His mistress flashed them an ice cold disapproving stare.
Claudia laughed, raising her rifle as her girls spread out. “ I’m afraid that you're ‘she wolves are out of action and won't be coming, Duce. You are now a prisoner of the Italian people and of my comrades…” she waved her arm at her three friends. “... La Brigata Femminile.” Allegra had walked over to the bed, seizing Clara by her wrist. “You're damn Partisans!” She shrieked as Allegra pulled her off the bed. Mussolini glanced nervously at his mistress then back at Claudia, concern evident on his face. “Where are my guards?! Why are you wearing their uniforms!” He yelled trying to appear imperious but failing, with Camilla and Gianna restraining him.
The young partisan leader lowered her rifle, flashing the fascist dictator a wink. “They are all fast asleep naked in the bushes, and they kindly donated their uniforms to the cause.” The other partisans laughed in unison at the casual remark. “Oh and the others you posted outside your door? They will both wake up with quite the headaches let me tell you. Seriously, you need better guards, Duce.” Another laugh from her colleagues. Mussolini scowled indignantly at her, his resemblance to a baby with colic made him all the more amusing.
“So what happens now, partisan filth?! Are you going to take me away and claim victory? And what of Clara? What is to become of her” Looping her rifle over her shoulder Claudia approached the struggling mistress, who Allegra had in a naked chokehold. “Oh don't worry, we have plans for her.” Clara set her a defiant stare. “If you're taking my Benito, partisan. Then I'm coming around as well. And that's non negotiable!” She said, stamping her foot like a spoiled child. Claudia simply chuckled, glancing at Allegra. “Well that's the plan but it won't be you exactly…” she signaled with her head to the tall partisan who gently squeezed Clara's neck with her arm, placing a hand on the back of her head and lowering her struggling form onto the bed. With a cute low sigh, Clara Petacci slumped unconscious onto the bed draped on her belly.
“You partisan bitch! She was unarmed.” Mussolini gasped as Claudia sat next to her and started to strip off her uniform. “She’ll be alright, Duce. But you won't be seeing her again for a long long time. Now listen up...” Naked she flipped Clara onto her back and removed her accessories putting them on before slipping off the heels. “Here's what's going to happen, we are going to dress you at gunpoint in your finest parade uniform and walk you out of here, with your loving mistress at your side. You do anything we don't like or signal a guard then you die and then the guard does. Understand?” Mussolini grimly nodded his head at three armed women who pushed him towards his wardrobe. Taking her eyes off the bald fascist leader, Claudia resumed stripping the unconscious Clara, rolling her onto her side and unbuttoning the dress from the rear.
Taking the straps of the dress, Claudia pulled the garment off her slim attractive body, a product of her life of privilege, with one smooth pull exposing her plump buoyant breasts with small dark pink areolas and stiff nipples and low cut black lace panties covering her modesty. Reasoning that she'd have to take the undergarments to sell the disguise, Claudia first rolled the stockings down off Clara's long legs before whipping off her lace knickers, revealing a small trimmed womanhood topped with a trimmed triangle of black public hair and pert peach shaped ass. Leaving Allegra to secure the sleeping mistress, Claudia quickly got dressed in her outfit including her underwear.
“M-my god! You look just like her! How is that possible?!” Mussolini's surprise earned him another round of laughter, as Allegra tucked the naked unconscious body of Clara Petacci into the bed. Flashing the fascist dictator a wink, Claudia fixed the woman's earrings on before pulling on a fur coat. “Remember, fascista…” she hissed, seizing him by the crook of his arm and jabbing a beretta handgun into his arm “...you make one wrong move or alert the guard at the gate…” Claudia hissed leaving the thought hanging, the fascist dictator fervently nodded his understanding. With a nod, she led her team with Mussolini in tow downstairs into the front entrance and into the staff car.
The Villa Front Entrance, 19:00pm
With Allegra behind the wheel, they reached the final gate guard, a pretty young woman with freckled oval features, short mousy brown hair and shining emerald eyes who flashed them a salute after walking to the driver's side door. “Il Duce! Sir, I didn't notice! Please forgive me!” With the barrel of Claudia's pistol at his side, Mussolini returned the salute. “No worries, soldier. We are moving to my villa at Riccione ahead of schedule.” In the front passenger seat, Camilla handed her lover the travel papers that they had seized from Mussolini's bedside tablet. Allegra handed the sentry the documents. “There is a credible threat against the Duce’s life from the Americans. We are moving him ahead of schedule to secure both his person and of Signorina Petacci.” She said with all the professionalism of the Lei-Lupi. On the backseat, Claudia sighed loudly. “Come on you odious little woman, let us pass. We were having some quiet alone time before these party poopers showed up and ruined everything.” She said in a perfect imitation of Clara's voice.
The young nervous guard swiftly returned the papers. “T-then don't let me keep you any longer, my apologies.” She stammered, turning on her heels and opening the large wrought iron gates wide, before standing aside to let them pass, her hand raised in the fascist party salute. Thanking her, and returning the gesture Allegra drove past her heading in the direction of the ruins of Villa Giordano.
The Road to Villa Giordano, 19:06pm
As her team broke out in song, "Bella Ciao, Bella Ciao, Bella Ciao Ciao Ciao"… Claudia grinned smugly to a defeated looking Mussolini next to her. She decided to let them celebrate their win, just like herself they had lost many loved ones and sisters in arms in the struggle against the fascistas and needed to feel that they had just freed their nation. But Claudia knew that if the news they heard about the Americans were true then their fight was only just beginning. Gazing out at the twinkling stars, humming the partisan song to herself Claudia Bianchi wished for a brighter future for her beloved Italy.