by Dave Dorc
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A bead sweat rolled down between Amanda's ample bosoms. Her hair stuck to her scalp as if by glue. Each lung full of air seemed hotter than the last. Her chest heaved as she battled the humid heat of that Hellenic island as she dragged her burden further into the dark storeroom. Tottering on a pair of broken high-heeled sandals, she paused for breath.
Outside the dockyard, steam cranes clanked and hissed as their jibs dropped and raised another set of stores from the ships hold and lowered their burden on to the sun-baked dockside.
Amanda dropped her burden on to a large crate. She stood gasping for a moment, as first she wiped her damp hair out of her eyes, then her delicate figures moved to the fastening of her torn ball gown. Once she'd wriggled out of the ridiculous garment, Amanda stood, her lithe sun kissed 34 24 36 form now clad in only white sweat stained silk slip
She looked down and for the first time she smiled "Right my girl lets relieve you of your kit before you awaken and can dispute its ownership, shall we..."
She bent forward and tugged the dark grey side cap, which had somehow stayed atop the long blond locks of the girl.
Amanda worked quickly...unfastening the "Anchor "tiepin that with the insignia on the short arms of white summer dress, marker the woman out as a signal Helferinnen of the Nazi navy.
Once the dress was unbuttoned, Amanda rolled the girl on to her front and worked the dress off her body. Next, the thin cotton vest was gently eased of the rising and lowering chest and the white bra unclipped. Once again, the unconscious woman was rolled over on to her back while the vest and bra fluttered down to join the dress.
Licking her lips Amanda, as the tips of her figures brushed the girls left breast "No! Stop this will do"
She shook her head, time was of the essence...and besides to take advantage of a girl when she was in no fit state to protest struck Amanda as unsporting "Now then do I take her knickers or not....That is the question...they seem fresh and I am not wearing any...plus it can be breezy out at sea...don't want any sailor getting the wrong idea...do we...so sorry my girl its "Sans-culottes" for you!"
Once the white uniform panties were slid off the woman's lusciously, long legs Amanda stood gazing down at her victim. That she was a natural blond there could now be no doubt. Amanda licked her lips again.
She quickly slid out of her stained slip. Kicking off her broken high-heeled shoes, she hopped around pulling on the girls panties.
Just then, the woman groaned and sat bolt up right, for a second she gazed down at her naked form, then up at Amanda, now snugly dressed in the Helferinnen's knickers.
The woman opened her mouth and screamed...Luckily just at that time the six Mark III Panzers that had just unloaded from the ship started their engines...Thus masking the girls cry of horror and the subsequent dull thud as a piece of 4x2 wheeled by Amanda sent the maiden back to dream land.
Quickly Amanda, still only clad in her stolen knickers, tore up the slip and gown she had been wearing and tied the girl’s arms behind her back, at the wrists and elbows. She bound the sleeper’s knees tight together. Once she had removed the black, sensible shoes and the little while socks, she crossing the girl’s shapely ankles she secured them also.
She dragged the woman by her legs over to a stack of crates, at were covered by a tarpaulin. Pulling the heavy canvas aside, she found a suitable open crate. With some difficulty, Amanda heaved the girl inside and laid her face down. She pulled the girls long legs forward and secured them by tying the knees to the wrists with a long strip of gown. With last of that material, she secured the ankles to the elbows.
"There my girl that should keep you from getting free...Now to stop you yelling for help...” Amanda parted the woman's lips and stuffed her generous mouth with some sweaty, silk slip. She used more of that undergarment to add a strict "cleave" gag. This left two long pieces. One she wrapped under the jaw, round twice and tied off, with a rather fetching bow, on the girls "top knot". Finally, she used the last piece as a blindfold.
She dropped the lid on to the crate and hammered it home...A sound masker by the tanks diesels rumbling away outside. The canvas dropped over the crate would mask any sounds of even the most frantic squirming from the nailed up Nazi in her snug fitting crate.
Amanda slowly dressed and donning the cap at a suitably rakish angle, she kicked the broken shoes away with her feet now clad in socks and flat shoes.
She picked up the handbag and the small suitcase the girl had dropped in her earlier futile struggles and stepped out into the hot sun.
A thick set Docker, dressed in an oily vest and torn trousers approached her. Their eyes met as he gazed at her from under his peaked cap.
“I Stavros...Carry beautiful ladies case Yes...” With one huge hand her took the suitcase with the other he fondled the ends of his waxed moustache
Amanda followed him down the quayside to where a small coaster lay moored. At the gangplank, the girl appeared to thrust some money into the outstretched paw.
Stavros touched the peak of his cap “Thank you dear lady...May you have a good war”
“Thank you kind sir...I trust you will find your reward satisfying...But I suggest you only encash it tonight”
The Greek turned and walked away looking at the piece of paper and grinning “Forth crate under tarpaulin...Yes he would get his cousin the one with the truck to help tonight...A quick trip into the cool mountains and then...”
Amanda clutched the rail as the small ship rolled in the swell. Homers “Wine dark sea” hissed by much to close to the hand rail for Amanda’s liking. As she fought to control her heaving stomach she meditated on the fact that “Even Lord Nelson suffered from Sea Sickness”
Half a mile away a minesweeper and an E Boat kept the station as escort.
Amanda’s travelling companions where a unit of troops which with a small group of four Helferinnen were destined to re-enforce Crete.
She made her way below. The woman’s quarters were situated in the focsle. Forward was the ships bows, aft behind a curtain was the watertight door that gave crew access to the hold.
The other girls sat on the bunks in bra and knickers, due to the heat. One a rather plump woman in her forties even had stockings on. They were reading magazines and did not pay her any attention.
Slipping behind the curtain Amanda silently worked the couple of clips off the door and with some effort turned the leaver. She steeped into the dim, hot hold. It was full creaking boxes of stores, including four captured British twenty-five pounder field guns. As she clambered over the badly stowed boxes she discovered most were captured stores. including cordite propellant and shells for the twenty-five pounders. Boxes of hand grenades and machine guns sat next to crates of military dynamite and fuses.
“Ruddy careless stowage” Amanda mussed to herself... “Someone could get hurt...” then a thought struck her. She was due to leave the ship long before it headed off to Crete...a delayed fuse perhaps....
She did not hear the soft stocking clad foot falls behind her as she bent sorting through the fuses...
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"Who are you and what are you doing here?"
Amanda jumped and spun around.
The plump woman stood there in grey vest, white bra, grey stockings, white suspender belt and white long legged knickers and ...Oh yes...she held an impressively large Luger pistol in her right hand. However, the first thing that caught Amanda's eyes was...
"Who on earth wears their suspenders OVER their knickers"
"Well I....Och!" As Amanda started to speak, the woman lashed out with her left hand slapping the girl across the face
"Say Ma'am...When you speak to me floozy" She snarled her ample chest heaving, either from anger or just plan excitement at in flicking pain on someone..."I am far senior to you and I demand to be treated as I should be" She stood her short legs apart braced against the rolling of the ship.
With the barrel of the gun, she started to caress Amanda's cheek, still red from the blow.
"Now answer me you little cow...Say you're not Jewish are you? You look Jewish to me...Skulking around seeing what stores you can steal."
"Please Ma'am" Amanda feigned terror and took a steep back "Put the gun down I promise to show you all the respect you deserve...Please..."
"That's better my pretty little one" As the woman moved slowly her legs parted just a little bit more. The sneer on her round face grew.
Amanda tensed as a podgy hand reached for her bosom and began to fondle and squeeze...she just smiled back. However her muscles coiled and tensed as she waited...waited...waited...
The ship rolled heavily and with a speed that would have surprised a rattlesnake she struck.
While her knee rammed up into the thick cotton crotch of the Nazis knickers, her hands gripped the gun, sliding on the safety catch and with a cruel twist that was accompanied by the sound of tearing sinews and cartilage removed the gun from the now injured hand.
Had the woman been able to scream out her pain she would have surely done so. However, the impact of the knee in her "important little place" had quite driven the air out of her.
The Nazi buckled, silently retching and collapsed on to her stockinged knees.
Amanda felt quite pleased with herself...in so much as she managed to restrain the impulse to pistol whipping the helpless woman. Instead, she bent forward and clamped a hand over the mouth that was opening and closing like a goldfish out of water.
"Listen "Lady"..." Amanda hissed in the ear of the terrified woman "Do as I say and I promise not to shoot you and your friends...Now get up" She stepped back "Good now strip everything off...but if your a nice quite helpful little c*nt I'll let you keep your stockings on...move!" she kicked the woman's rear just to drive home the point...
The strip was slow...partly because the woman was thinking how to escape or summon help without being killed and she always was slow of thought...partly because her injured hand made pulling off her vest difficult...the clip of her plan bra was agony to undo And the removal of her knickers proved impossible, until she switched her gaze from the threatening gun and realised that the suspender clips had to be undone first. With one working hand that was along slow process.
Finally, to add insult to injury...or rather, further injury to insult.... the rolling of the ship caused her to fall over twice as she hopped around pulling her knickers off...But eventually she was kneeling her hands locked behind her head...a head that was bowed in defeat dressed in only her stockings. Her shoulders drooped and together with her bosoms heaved in silent sobs. As their owner, lost in her own world of shock and incomprehension that any bully feels when they meet their match, swayed with the noisy rhythm of the ship.
Leaving the woman for a moment Amanda checked out more of the hold. In one case was a military field telephone system complete with rolls of rubber-coated flex. She used some to secure the woman's wrists tight behind her back...ignoring the whimpering and the pleading of her prisoner.
Amanda dragged her over to the watertight door and pushed it open, all the time keeping the barrel of the pistol pressed firmly up to the trigger guard in the crack in Nazis posterior.
"Right if want to live a little longer Lady"....Amanda made the word "Lady" sound like an insult
"Call your friends in here now, in a nice "come and see what I have found girls" tone of voice. Any hint of a warning from you and I'll shoot...understand!"
The woman spluttered a little but obeyed...With in 45 seconds the three other Helferinnen were busily diVESTing themselves of...well their VESTs first of all...shortly followed by their bra's and finally their knickers....
"Kneel...down...kneel down you fools" The tubby NCO gasped while she herself stood on tiptoes due to the presents of a gun barrel where a gun barrel ought not to be. "Hurry up...hurry up do or she will shoot me"
"Too right ladies" Amanda smiled as she took in the sight "You fat little friend here could be getting a lead suppository if any of you even think of yelling or trying to run...Now you Blondie...come over here..."
Two girls in their mid-twenties stepped forward. One girl five foot seven tall, straight long blonde hair and to Amanda's mind, two simply huge and very inviting...eyes...light blue eyes...she also had two other prominent features above a trim waist that Amanda would swear were even more inviting....
"Bet if you fell forward luv...you wouldn't hit your nose" The agent thought to herself, feasting her eyes.
The girl stood...her eyes down caste, one leg slightly in front of the other, masking somewhat a luxuriant mat of little light blond delicate curls.
The other woman "blond" beside her was glowering at Amanda. She was shorter, had her haircut in a "boyish" bob. Her torso had a lean muscular look about it. Her breast small but with large areoles and erect nipples. She made not attempt to cover her "mound of Venus" that was covered with short black hair.
When it came to picking her "little helper" there was just no choice..."How can anyone trust a women who dyes their hair blond" Amanda thought as she issued instructions to the "true blond"
As ordered the blond first tied up the forth member of the little group a sour faced black haired woman in her late twenties.
While quite understandably the girl took vocal exception to being breast bound and crouch roped with the telephone, flex. Even the terrified imploration from the sweating NCO did not quieten her. So Amanda ordered the blond to stuff the girls mouth with the NCOs' knickers... although this increased the vehemence and venom of the utterances the muffing qualities of the warm knickers more than made up for it...The hmmmpphhinnngg and mmmuuuppphinnggg was soon down to a really civilised level with the final addition of a tight cleave gag.
Once the helpless Helferinnen's hands hand been tied in front of her to her crotch rope and her ankles bound together, Amanda expressed herself as satisfied with the tall blond's efforts. She then set her to work to bind and gag the other two...both proved recalcitrant but they were bound and gagged just the same...
Amanda removed the Luger as she dragged the tubby NCO to her feet and shoved her towards the Blonde “You may like to gag yourself first with your own knickers before gagging her with the remaining pair” Amanda smiled at the Blond “Of if you would like to use yours on her and end up chewing on the final pair yourself that’s fine by me too” she said it in a soft off handed way as if offering a friend a choice of the last cucumber or last smoked salmon sandwich at the Ritz tea dance.
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The blond gulped...as she picked up her own panties, balled them up and packed the grey cotton wad into her own mouth and reached for some flex.
In five minutes, the NCO was trust and gagged like the others. Amanda let the blonde crotch rope herself, but as for the rest...this Amanda worked herself...and somewhat enjoyed the task.
Suddenly the ship listed to Port...Its steam whistle blasting a warning...The Helferinnen lost their balance and collapsed into a big squirming heap of firmly fastened feminine flesh.
Amanda had no time to hide the woman from view as with the ship rocking violently she raced back to the focsle, dodging a couple of falling crates as she did so.
Out of the porthole, she saw up close...too close in fact, the bow of an Italian light cruiser, one of the super fast Raimondo Montecuccoli class. For a second or two she thought she would end up having to swim for it, but the cruiser swung away...Its crew lining the railings making obscene gestures at the German boat....One Italian caught sight of Amanda at the porthole and blew her a kiss...she returned it and for a brief moment as the two ships moved apart, she found herself blowing kisses to what seemed the entire crew of the Italian Warship.
As the ships parted, the yells of the furious Germans on the deck and the blasts of the Coasters siren filled the cabin.
Amanda watched the Italian vessel pull away and headed off. The bow cut the glassy sea while from its stern a huge plume of white water arose. As it rapidly and majestically left the dirt old coaster and its escorts standing.
Coming back to reality she realised she was now the owner of four army auxiliary uniforms...a signal unit by the look of things.
"That would tie into the field telephones and radio's I found..."she thought as once back in the hold she started setting the explosive charges much to the consternation of the uniforms previous proud possessors
Looking up as she slid the detonator into the explosive she gazed at the mewing, wriggling horrified women
"Sorry about this ladies...But as my dad...who was a POW in the last lot, used to tell me that if anything fatal happened to one of his mates the guards just used to shrug and say "Der krieg ist der krieg" so I guess you would like to think on that for the next five or six hours...That is unless I have picked a quick burning fuse instead of a slow one...In which case we will all be arriving at the Pearly Gates together...Now come...come... stop sobbing...if you can take a joke you should not have joined"
She slammed the door closed and threw herself on to a bunk...she would light the fuse later...just before she disembarked.
The boat seemed to slow and to wallow. From the porthole, Amanda saw a harbour wall slip by.
As the ship turned slowly, its old engine clanking and with frequent blasts from the whistle until a landing stage hove into view. There was a sudden commotion on the deck, wolf whistles, catcalls and the excited stamping of male feet.
Amanda stood transfixed. Six blond SS Helferinnen stood languidly on the dockside. They were armed with pistols and whips...Next to them huddled by the gangplank stood ten women...
"Women" Amanda thought eight of them look under twenty...The other two were middle-aged one tall grey haired the other blond and rather portly. Each woman wore only a large blanket, their hair was matted and they looked exhausted. Their SS guards shoved them forward and on to the boat...Much to the delight of the soldiers and crew.
It did not take much to guess, that on an all male ship, women dressed in blanket, even if the were prisoners would not be conducive to discipline and the one place they could be store out of sight was...the Focsle.
Amanda raced around she used tried to make it look as if each bunk had a sleeping women in it. She was helped by the dim lighting in the airless cabin. However, she would have to take down the six guards swiftly and silently.
As she filled an ankle sock with sand from the "Fire" bucket, she hoped that the blanket women would not turn out to be just German auxiliaries on a disciplinary charge. If so her goose would be well and truly cooked!
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Amanda strikes back III
Above the yells and obscene comments Amanda heard a strident English voice berating the German's
"How dare you treat myself and the girls in this undignified and inhuman fashion, we are innocent civilians...I demand that you provide us with fitting garments and I demand access to the Red Cross. Do you understand me....A.....REPRESENTATIVE....OF.....THE.....RED....CROSS"
Amanda smiled, who ever the woman was she had fallen into the age old English method, when dealing with a unresponsive "Johnny Foreigner" just speak English very loudly and very slowly till the idiots understood and did what was asked of them...After all the English language had been around for a thousand years the world had had plenty of time to learn it.
A strident female voice broke in above the general babble, was not English, it was not German...
"Now listen here Sister....I am a Citizen of the United States of America...and unless you and Herr Hitler wish to end up discussing things with the US Marine Corp. I suggest you let me go right now and contact my Embassy...Once you have given me my clothes back which you stole"
"So...." A woman's interjected"So...you all do not like the blankets we have provided...NO? Well it is more that spies like you deserve...You English still think you rule the world and you Americans think you will rule the world...Both of your nations are effete and have lost the right to exist...and by your disrespect you have lost the rights to those blankets"
There came screams of horror from the women and violent oaths from the American...That were almost drowned out by the roars of laughter from the Germans
The door above the companion ladder swung open and an avalanche blankets nearly knock Amanda over.
A woman dressed in a SS Helferinnen uniform of dark grey knee length skirt, matching uniform jacket, with a black side with a silver "Deaths Head" badge. Black leather boots knee length and highly polished nearly complete the ensemble...Amanda gazed at the girls knees...and handsome knees....the type you would really want locked around behind your head while you made their owner giggle with your tongue...The knees were covered by the sheen of silk...Amanda licked her lips at the thought of the girls long legs and the cool white flesh above the stocking tops.
The woman scowled down at her..."You out!...we have this cabin"
Amanda smiled up all nice and innocently...Telling the blond Nazi that her four friends were "indisposed" due to seasickness and suggesting that it may be more agreeable to the Helferinnen if they just sent down the "Spies" into the fettered atmosphere of the small hot cabin. "After all" Amanda said "Where can they go on a boat!"
The woman thought for a second then ordered the women below...but she insisted on four of the other guards going down with them. She stationed the fifth at the hatch way and stomped off to dine with the captain.
A guard climbed down the steep ladder, very slowly and thus inadvertently gave Amanda an enticing view up her skirt..."No knickers...must be too hot...a natural blond though..." The agent mussed...Three naked girls started down after the guard...But Amanda was by then too busy to notice.
As the Nazi's boots touched the deck Amanda steeped up behind her and threw a thick blanket over the girls head, disorientating the victim and muffling her gurgle of surprise as the British agent locked on a sleeper hold and pulled the girl backwards towards the bunks.
The scrabbling of the well polished boots on the deck was the most noise the guard made. By the time Amanda had reached the bunks all resistance had ceased and the woman sagged in her arms.
The Helferinnen was rolled onto the lower bunk and the blanket removed. The girl started to recover as the blood flow to her brain resumed. However, as she began to stir, a swift blow from the sand filled sock ensured she would catch up with her beauty sleep for a while longer.
Turning Amanda faced the first two naked prisoners and rather surprised young women. Both, Amanda would guess they were between 18 to 22 years old and both were of athletic build with good muscle tone. The shorter one of the two sported a 30-22-34 figure. Her knees showed the result of years of playing hockey....Her companion was around 5foot 6ins tall a far more generous 36-28-32 frame, will a very well developed chest and nice curvy boobs....Amanda marked her down as a swimmer. She like the shorter girl stood dumbstruck by the what they had just witnessed.
Amanda motioned them to be quite and step away from the ladder, down which a tall middle aged woman, behind her a further guard, were descending, backwards.
This guard had exactly the same uniform on as the first...except she had gone for the black thick cotton knickers option.
The tall woman let out a yelp of pain as the guards boot came down on her shoulder and knocked her left hand of the rail of the ladder, she swung on her right her face grimaced in pain.
"Move you American swine hound" the guard laughed and kicked out with her boot again.
The tale woman was of heavy build and with a mass of black private curls she was obviously not a true blond. Amanda noted that the "Yank" had an neat posterior and trim waste although her legs showed the on set of varicose veins. Her breasts were large and with the passing of age...had fallen prey to gravity...
The Yank, slipped and with a cry fell the last four feet landing in a heap at Amanda's feet.(mind you it was not the first time a mature woman had ended up at her feet....in fact it had been quite a regular occurrence since Amanda had reached sixteen...but this time the woman was not begging any sexual favours...in fact by the firmness of her jaw and the steel glint in her eyes, it was a good guess that the American had never and would never beg for anything in her life).
The Helferinnen looked down, and winked at Amanda "Stupid American...perhaps she thinks she is "Supergirl" and can fly" the woman chuckled as she started down again.
The young woman's laughter was cut short as Amanda grabbed the foot and pulled...
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Taken by surprise the guard did not call out....but for a second she still grabbed ladder her other leg flaying out in space.
"I say would you mind awfully holding this c*nts legs while I knock her lights off?" Amanda said in her best parody of an upper class English accent, as she grabbed the other leg and thrust them both at the American.
Steeping up two rungs she pulled the blanket down over the Helferinnen's head...just in time to muffle the scream for help that had finally come to the girls lips. The only sound to be heard was the heavy thump...thump of the ships motor as it got underway and the lighter thud...thud...thud of sand-filled sock on a Nazi head...
The America helped Amanda carry the lip form over to a bunk.
"I say look here girls...could you make yourselves awfully useful and relieve these whor*s of their clothing for me" Amanda said as if she was asking someone to carry a tea tray to the upper sixth's common room.
She returned to the ladder just as the remaining prisoners started to descend. The sight of six neat naked female forms heading her way almost gave Amanda a sensual over load. Following them came the tubby naked for of the English woman and behind her a further guard.
As each girl reached the bottom of the ladder the American whispered to them to be quite and go and stand by the bunks...All the girls where blonds except the sixth. She was shorter than the rest about five foot four...small well honed body...nice firm breast with...To Amanda's delight...big "chewable" nipples...Her hair was light brown, soft and downy between her legs and cut in to a straight boyish bob...her face an neat oval her complexion poor...still showing signs of acne perhaps...but when she looked up and into Amanda's eyes...Amanda felt a sudden tug on her heart strings like she had never felt before...The girls eyes...the windows on her sole where large, clear and a beautiful shade of hazel.
The girl met her gaze...her eyelids fluttered...she looked down for a second then back up making sure Amanda was still looking at her...The girl blushed...all over her left leg moved forward slightly to modestly hid her vulva from gaze....But she smiled...Oh dear lord...what a smile Amanda thought...
"Lucy come here" The American hissed...But the girl did not move...
The tubby English woman stepped off the ladder and bumped into her "Lucy Entwhistle...move girl...for goodness sake...sometimes I think your nineteen years on this earth have not added to your common sense what so ever...What the!" The woman exclaimed as she saw the giggling girls busily pulling the boots of the two "sleeping" Nazis
Just then the third guard arrived...Amanda was not prepared...but had to silence the Helferinnen quickly...Which she did with a punch just below the belt of the woman's skirt.
The girl turned rather green and collapsed to here knees clutching her abdomen and gasping for air. Amanda pulled the girls head up by her hair and brought the sock down once, twice, three times. Amanda went to step back as the Nazi pitched forward, but she tripped over two of the girls standing behind her and she went down with the unconscious on top of her.
From the companion way came the sound of the door being slammed shut and the rattle of boots on the ladder as the fourth guard came into the focsle. The auxiliaries' jaw dropped and her hand went to the holster of her pistol...It never got there!
Lucy jumped on the woman's back...her legs around the guards waste trapping her arms...while Lucy's own hands clamped airtight over the girls mouth and nose.
For what seemed an age...Amanda struggled to get from under the nazi...while the other guard staggered around the pitching deck of the focsle with a grinning Lucy on her back...clamped on like a limpet...riding the hapless Helferinnen like a wild west rodeo cowboy.
Amanda scrambled to her feet as the guard collapsed on to the deck...her face a delicate shade of blue...which now matched the blue of her bulging eyes...She had at last got one arm free and her hand pawed at Lucy's smothering grip...To no avail!...Amanda steeped forward sock raised.
"Excuse me Miss" Lucy looked up at her "But may I..." She dismounted...
Amanda smiled and handed the make shift cosh over...Lucy straddled the Nazi and swung the sock...
The sound of the impact even made Amanda wince!
The focsle warmed up as giggling naked young ladies swiftly stripped their former tormentors. They were swift but fairly rough in pulling off the Nazis jackets and blouses...Some seemed to take a time in releasing the women from their bra's, gently easing off the cups and running their figure tips over the resultant exposed cool flesh...Others preferred working the tight calf boots off shapely legs creating soft "plops" and "thuds" as each stockinged foot popped out of the boot and flopped down on the hard deck.
The tubby English woman a Miss Prendergast...explained...as she lifted a long limp left leg of a guard, so that one of her girls could more easily work the tight polished leather boot of the stocking covered extremity...she explained that she had run a "Finishing School for Fine Young English Ladies" in Greece and on the out break of the war they had all decided to stay put...who after all would want to invade Greece....When first Mussolini's legions and then Hitler's war machine had arrived they had meet the American Mrs Watts who had a yacht and had offered to take them to Turkey...only they were captured by a German "Eboat" and made prisoners.
After she said this she turned to help work a pair of black lacy panties of a sleeping guard.
Soon the four auxiliaries were nicely sleeping "au naturale". Their bra's, vests, panties from two girls, suspender belts, stockings, blouses, jackets, skirts and hats formed neatly piles on the bunks. The leather boots standing smartly in line...while their former owners formed a rather untidy "body pile" on the floor.
Amanda showed the girls how to tightly breast bind, crotch rope and generally secure a girl so that escape would be impossible and even to struggle would be unpleasant...The girls were obviously highly intelligent for they needed no second showing and took to their tasks like a duck to water.
They ripped up some blankets and stuffed the women's mouths with the material and adding cleaves as well to ensure no "tonguing out".
Amanda handed out the uniforms from the three other Helferinnen. Miss Prendergast, took the NCOs clothes and started to slid one of her legs into a grey stocking....Mrs Watts found the uniform of the tall blond signal Helferinnen a good fit and sat next to Miss P as she pulled on the bra.
Thus six of the twenty year old student got a disguise, but two did not. One of whom was Lucy.
Unabashed the nineteen year old sat beside Amanda gazing into her eyes. Amanda had often been in "Lust" but never in "love" until now...She returned the girls gaze as her hand touched Lucy's hand and their heads slowly moved together.
The muffled grunts, groans and the rustling of rubber coated flex arose from the pile of auxiliaries, broke the magic of the moment...The noise got worse as more and more girls came to. And soon the sound of muffled protests filled the air.
Amanda threw open the water tight door and helped drag the German women into the hold to join the signal Helferinnen....The mood of the SS girls was not helped by the sigh of their clothes now neatly fitted on to their former captives...However once they were tied with the earlier signals contingent and Amanda had explained about the fuse and explosives the muffled snarls of fury gave way to sobs and pleadings.
Amanda turned to leave, only Her and Lucy were left in the hold when the girl turned and planted a big long kiss on her lips and stepping up on tip toes whispered into Amanda's ear.
The spy looked shocked then burst out laughing "No my dear...not here...not with a captive audience...I am thinking more like the Ritz in Cairo, silk sheets ice cold champagne....But first we better get you some clothes"
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Amanda, briefed the women on her mission, or rather on as much of it as she dared. She found them, all apart from the American, enthusiastic about assisting her.
"Oh come on Mrs Watt...be a sport...the Germans have us all marked down as spies anyway!" one of Miss P girls said
The American shrugged..."Guess your right honey...But the US of A is neutral...I can't be seen helping you..."
"Oh come on now...its not like your working for your Government...your just an ordinary citizen who's been illegally held captive and is trying to get home..." Miss P added
Amanda noted that Mrs Watt face flushed somewhat at this...A thought came into Amanda's head...It made her smile...
Meanwhile, the SS Helferinnen NCO had finished her dinner as was starting to stroll forward to the Focsle...The meal had been good...real coffee not any of your roasted acorn Ersatz muck...even the motion of the ship now seemed pleasant...a quick tour of the deck...a little flirting with the soldiers perhaps...then just time to inflict a little pain upon the captives...particularly that big American woman...Yes the auxiliary mussed...life was good!.
She stopped to talk to the girl guarding the Focsle companionway hatch...Any problems-No!, Good...She moved forward right up to the bow. A soft warm breeze blew in her face she took off her side cap and shook her short blond hair...breathing in deep the sultry air. . .She replaced the cap and looked up to the bridge, a smile crossed her face, as her fingers slowly unbuttoned her jacket...the buttons on the blouse were released...as each one popped her smile grew wider. She then turned gripped the guard rails facing the sea. Her hands eased the bra cups down and she sighed softly.
Thus she did not hear the guards muffled cry, as a hand clamped over her mouth and pulled the young Auxiliary backwards into the companion way...or the soft thudding of a sand filled sock as the wriggling, gurgling blond was rather roughly relieved of duty and dragged senseless down to the focsle the heals of her leather boots banging against the ladder as she was disappeared below.
The NCO turned from her reverie, she saw the hatch was open...she called out and then looked in. At the foot of the ladder the guard lay in a heap...Her skirt up showing her white cotton panties and stocking tops...Her tunic jacket was unfastened and thus the NCO could she the girls amble chest rising and falling...Thinking the girl had fallen, the Helferinnen hurried down and knelt by her comrade...
She heard a sound and turning she found herself surrounded by grinning women. One in particular stood out the impish young brunet...She stood out for two reasons. One she was naked and two as she stood smiling down with her big soft hazel eyes, she was also pointing a Walther PPK quite commandingly at the NCOs' exposed mammaries.
"So nice of you to join us darling...I see you brought of couple of friends to the party" Lucy grinned "Now if you wish to live a little longer...which I am sure you do...all you have to do is...well...Err..." she licked her lips "Strip down to your birthday suit...all nice and quietly...here let me help" She plucked the side cap of the petrified woman's head and plonked it on her own...
"You know I think they definitely look better this way" Mrs P said as her hand gently brushed the bound bosoms' of the NCO...
It had taken less then five minutes for the whimpering SS woman to remove her uniform and undergarments...although she had fallen over three times as she removed her tight boots...much to the amusement of the girls watching her...Another five minutes and three girls working in unison had secured the girls arms behind her back, had crotch roped and breast bound the helpless Helferinnen.
"Err...you forgot her stockings and suspenders" Lucy protested as she slid her foot into the calf boot
"Oh let her keep them" One of Lucy's classmates chuckled "She looks kind of sexy that way"
The Auxiliary, yelped and swore as the girl smacked her bottom.
"Good job we did not forget her panties though" Mrs Watts grinned as she balled up the NCO's black underwear "Open wide you Slapper time you were silenced"
"Hang on a minute" Another girl called out..."Why not gag her with her mates knickers...much more undignified for a member of the "Master Race" to end up chewing another girls panties...Here give us a hand..."
They speedily eased the white underwear off the "sleeping" woman.
Mrs Watts took them and stepped forward "No...please no...mercy...you cannot do this to me I am...MMMMMmpppphhhhhh....agggggggpppuummmpppff"
"Bet they taste good Honey" Mrs Watts purred as she vigorously shoved the worn panties into the SS woman's quivering mouth...
Amanda almost felt sorry for the NCO as she slid to her stocking clad knees her shoulders heaving as she broke down and sobbed.
Mean while the girls stripped, bound and gagged the sentry before she could awaken. Then dragged her into the hold.
Mrs Watts could not resist heaping humiliation on the NCO by hauling the girl up by her crotch rope "How's that for an effete hand up darling...you Nazi's had better learn some manners..."
The discomfort and the dishonour must have touched a raw nerve...For the NCO took half a step back and kicked out...Her stockinged foot shot straight up Mrs Watt's shirt and the big toe must have connected with a delicate part of the American's anatomy...Mrs Watt's eyes crossed and bulged out of her head....she sank to the deck moaning...
The girls quickly bound the Nazi's ankles to prevent and repeat and started to drag her away.
Amanda called Mrs P over to the bunks to discuss the procedure for slipping ashore, so she did not see Mrs Watts stagger to her feet and slowly sidled off.
On entering the hold Mrs Watts sent the girls back to the focsle, then grabbed the now very nervous Nazi be her ankles and dragged her behind some crates...She emerged a few minutes later and blew a kiss to the humbled, helpless, Helferinnen. Back out of sight the NCO was lashed spread-eagled over an open crate...The crate containing the cordite explosive. Between the raised stockinged knees of the sweating, silently sobbing Auxiliary sat a phosperous grenade...with its pin removed!
The ship docked just before first flush of dawn kissed the Eastern sky.
Amanda led the women off the boat...it was almost too easy...People came and went all the time up and down the gang plank with light stores...The boats little Derrick clanked as heavier deck stores were dropped on the small quay. There was even a small contingent of Naval Helferinnen dockside ticking off the stores...so no one noticed the little group...just yet.
The girl Amanda was impersonating was in theory the only woman due to disembark, so she ushered the others behind some crates and told them to lie low....
Behind the quay a beach of boulder strewn black volcanic sand curled around to the headland. As the sun started to clip the horizon Amanda could make out a number of small caves in the cliff face. She hoped the Mrs P and the girls would slip there once the quay quieted down. She herself headed to a cable car transporter that was moving the stores up the near vertical cliffs to small white painted town the seemed to hang like a covering of snow to the mountain tops. It was either that or take one of the narrow zigzag paths.
As the cable car ascended Amanda could see the small bay for what it was the flooded crater of a long dead volcano. Somewhere hidden under the overhanging cliffs or in a massive sea cave she knew lay the base for a whole E boat flotilla...Bombproof and impervious to even the biggest naval gun the base would be a dagger pointing right at the sea lanes to Turkey and indeed an unspoken threat to the neutral Turks to toe the Germany line or else. The only downside was that the island had just the one small harbour...no big ships could get in...thus the base could not be massively developed...just yet at least. Amanda gazed down as the small freighter and its two escorts started to head for the narrow entrance. Beyond the bay she made out the Italian Cruiser cutting through the waves as it circled the island...
The quay was now empty of people...Lucy risked looking out at the departing freighter.
“Lucy get back here at once...”Mrs P sounded worried
Ignoring her Lucy stood up “Come on girls the coast is clear...and anyway if we meet anyone we all have German uniforms so what’s the problem...”
“But...But” Mrs P protested as one by one the girls joined Lucy.... “But we are not Naval Auxiliaries...Amanda said it that the only women here were just Naval Auxiliaries and some nurses...Not Army signals and SS!”
“Ok honey...don’t get your panties in a palaver” Mrs Watt’s grinned as she joined the girls on the beach “Guess we will just have to “borrow some more clothes...Hands up who wants to play at being Nurse”
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"At least the office is cool" thought worried Amanda, as she stood rigidly to attention before the commander of the female Auxiliaries...
The thirty-something brunet sat hunched over the desk scrutinising Amanda's forged documents. The spy watch the woman's chest heave in the white uniformed blouse. It was just seven in the morning but already the heavy heat had made their clothes stick to their bodies.
She would have been far more worried had she been able to see inside the hold of the supply ship.
The tallest auxiliary was wriggling and stretching, reaching with her long legs for the fuse...The squirming of her comrades, to whom she was securely bound did not help...but she was strong, young and determined and with a tenacity born of terror she made it...her big toes finally touched the fuse...She paused for breath...and shook her head left and right...her long blond sweat soaked tresses flicking out...Her legs aching...her chest heaving as she forced in oxygen to feed her struggles...
Once...twice, three times her toes locked on only to slid off...The forth time she made it...Heart pounding she moved her legs higher...the fuse became taut...the slowly...very slowly...the detonator eased out of the stick of explosive...then finally it was free...The girl flicked her legs sending the fuse well away from the stores...exhausted she collapsed back on to the thighs of another Helferinnen...the girl was sobbing for joy...well most of them anyway.
"Hanna..." The senior office beckoned the second in command "You served in France around Calais...do you remember this woman?"
Hanna shock her head "No...but we were all a little preoccupied Ma'am. Units kept moving, It would be most unlikely that I would have met her..." She stopped and looked Amanda full in the face
A puzzled expression crossed her pretty face "She does look familiar though..."
Salida, eased the shoulder strap of her black wool swimsuit as she hurried down the narrow rocking path towards the beech, for an early morning swim. She was happy, off duty until the next night, she light of heart and light of foot as she scampered after her three comrades. A long passionate letter from her boyfriend in France had just arrived, he assured her that the war would soon be over and they could get married. Then, with graphic language he told her how he was looking forward to helping her to get her “Cross of Honour of the German Mother”. Salida had blushed as she read it...And...No...he assured her the French girls where so plan in comparison to her she had nothing to worry about.
Her friends would be at the beach now...Strange she could not see them...A frown clouded her beautiful face...”No Silly Billy” she chided herself there they were...Three girls in black swimming costumes and white rubber bathing caps were frolicking in the sea, their shrieks of laughter rouse and fell on the warm air as they splashed in the sea.
Salida stopped and tucking her long dark hair into her bathing cap and fixing the chin strap, she ran down the last few yards of path “Hi Girls...wait for me...” Odd they did not seem to hear...she called louder as she ran on... “Hey you lot...come on throw the ball over to me...Hi Lili come on...come...MMMMmuuupppphhhhh”
A hand clamped over her mouth and pulled her head back, in one vicious move. Salida gurgled and tottered trying to retain her balance...Other hands snatched at her wind milling arms and held them firm...She was dragged into a dim cave...not so dim that she could only just make out that her attackers were female and some wore SS Helferinnen uniforms...
A big woman approached her with a piece of drift wood that resembled a club in one hand...
“Now Honey...We can do this the easy way or the hard way...Your friends made a bad choice...Hope you are more sensible” She tapped the wood against the open palm of her other hand
“She speaks with a funny ascent” Helferinnen thought as she stood helpless and silenced.
“Now Honey...strip off your swim wear...you ain’t going bathing today...unless that is we have misjudge the high water line...”Chuckling the woman stepped aside.
If she had been able to gasp Salida would have...for there on the sand floor of the cave...face down...bound with old fishing nets...in strict “hogties”. Their mouths, bulging with cloth and they were cleave gagged. The women lay...stark naked...one was whimpering and struggling the other two were blissfully unconscious...
“Strip” The grinning woman advanced
The hands that held her arms fell away, nevertheless the hand over her mouth stayed clamped air tight...
Tears rolling down her cheeks Salida slowly eased the shoulder straps off and worked the woollen garment down her naked 32-24-34 body. Not really knowing what was happening...only that she was not going to enjoy it...
Through the window came the urgent sounds of ships sirens. Glancing in that direction Amanda saw the Italian warship cross right in front of the bows of the supply ship then immediately it swung to starboard....healing over as it did so sending a wall of white water smashing into the freighters bows.
The escorting E boat surged forward closing between the two ships its forward firing machine gun sending small plumes of angry spray across the bows of the Cruiser as it raced away.
"The Italian captain's showing off again..." Amanda watched as the supply ship wallowed and swayed in the wake of the speeding warship. She then switched her concentration back to what the Stabsführerin was saying...
Inside the hold out of sight of the other rejoicing captives...The SS NCO stared panic stricken as first the deck heaved to Port and then Starboard and back again....Her eye’s widen with horror as slowly very slowly the grenade slid out of the grasp of her crap-weakened stockinged thighs and silently fell on to what was now very damp cordite charges.
The senior office grunted "Your papers are missing the second Abwehr security clearance stamp...I must get your papers sent to Athens for verification...You will remain in your quarters until...."
Amanda was aware of a very bright flash....blinding white...Then came the roar of the explosion and tremendous gust of air from the blast....
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As the smoke cleared of the Freighter and the E boat there was no sign, The Minesweeper was listing heavily and sinking...All around the sound of raucous alarm bells rang out...
The Stabsführerin grabbed the phone “Sea Defence room what the Feck is happening....”
“Ma’am...Ma‘am” A woman’s voice pitched high almost hysterical “No...No... Aircraft on the radar...Gabriele she...she was listening on the hydrophones she did not indicate the presence of any enemy vessel...I...”
“Put Gabriele on the line now” the Woman screeched
“I cannot Ma’am the explosion...she was still listening on the hydrophones...the bang...it...it has deafened her...a medical team is on the way...”
The Stabsführerin slammed the phone down...just as a naval officer barged into the room
“You stupid cow...” He roared at the purple face office “Why were the mines not set to safety...You have sunk our own ships...Berlin will hear of this...”
The woman snapped back “It was not the mines...It cannot have been...Otherwise the WOP cruiser would have gone down too...The British must have attacked us...” Her complexion was now corpse white and she was close to tears
Amanda said nothing she just stared at the mushroom cloud as it dispersed. Something seemed to settle on her; something dark...suffocating heavy like a black cowl...her sole crumbled and she started to cry.
Sure she had killed before...killed at close quarters man and women. However, that had been in the heat of battle...She had sabotaged aircraft and trains before...knowing civilians would be on them...But those deaths had happened far out of her sight.
She could try and justify her actions by necessity of war, or vengeance for the things she had seen ...those nightmare things she had seen in France...the civilians refugees...the screaming Stuka’s....the bombs...the dead burning children...She had learned to hate then and there...hate with an almost demonic passion.
Now as the smoke cleared, she seemed to hear her father soft tones as he preached his favourite sermon from the pulpit on a Sunday...“Dearly beloved two wrongs never will make a right...Render to no one Evil for Evil”
“Oh dear god I have become just like them...a Nazi” she whispered to herself
“What did you say?”
She snapped back to the there and now...Every head was turned to her...
“I said that the stores were poorly stacked...dangerously so...British shells and explosives stacked high and the Greece stuff was in poor condition...If some fell...” Her voice tailed off
“Those poor girls....I reported it to the captain....those poor girls...those...poor...poor girls...but he did not seem to care...He must have thought it was such a calm crossing...” she broke down again in sobs.
The six young blond Helferinnen stopped at the foot of the cliff path, dumbstruck! They gazed out to sea through the narrow channel at the falling debris. All had crisp white uniform blouses, sensible shoes, three wore grey slacks the other knee length skirts...they all carried large towels and swimming costumes...two also carried a large picnic hamper between them, another girl, with a generous posterior, grasped a portable wind-up Gramophone...the girl at the rear clutched a pile of 78's almost too tightly to her pair of 36's.
"In here girls in here quickly...Britisher bomber..."Salida called out if a faltering voice
Mrs Watts had wanted amore strident ... commanding voice...But what could she do.
She smiled as she pressed the muzzle of the pistol to Salida's left breast..."Again Darling...call them again...Louder!" Her right hand held the naked, bound woman's hair in a painful grip..."Again and tell them to hurry before the aircraft comes back...Tell them to drop their things and run in here...NOW"
Amanda found her head pressed to the ample heaving breast of the Stabsführerin...Who was stroking her head and wiped away her tears...
“Hanna...take this young lady to her quarters in the hotel...Then in the once she has calmed down give her the full tour and then set her to work in the Defence Room....Sounds as if Gabriele is of no further use and this girls papers show her to be an expert on the hydrophones and the Freya, Funkmessgerät”
As they left the office and started to walk through the evacuated village, they bumped into a sobbing young Helferinnen. The buxom blond was holding pieces of blood soaked cotton wool to her ears...Accompanying her was a mature woman of ample frame, but pleasing countenance. Dressed in a Red Cross nurses uniform... Crisp white nurses cap, a light grey button through dress, with a white collar. A big “Deutsches Rotes Kreuz” badge closed the collar. On her upper left arm, the woman wore a white armband with a Red Cross logo. Black stockings and sensible shoes completed the out fit
"Hmmmm...She’s just Mrs P's size," Amanda thought as she smiled at the woman
The nurse smiled back, as she put a soothing arm around the injured girl’s shoulders. Little knowing that pretty "Helferinnen" who smiled at her so alluringly was currently plotting to separate her from her uniform and hosiery.
Walking beside the nurse was a tall girl, her straw-coloured hair done up in two long platted ponytails.
She wore a short sleeve white blouse with breast pockets, a neckerchief and woggle. Her black skirt was calf length, nevertheless, the little bit of bare leg that was shown twixt the skirts hem and the white ankle socks hinted that she had a very far pair of pins under that heavy skirt.
Amanda guessed a number of Mrs P’s girls would fit that uniform...Then she stopped and turned.
“What are kids doing on the front line?” she ask Hanna
“Oh things were very rushed...we have no proper doctor just three nurses and three girls of the “BDM-Werk Glaube und Schönheit” who have some first aid training...Emilie there she is the youngest...just had her Eighteenth birthday yesterday...”
The girl hearing her name turned and waved as she followed the nurse up the road
“Really sweet kid” Hanna continued “Unlike these two...Stop dragging the stretcher girls”
"Eighteen...yesterday...Oh what jolly bad luck Emilie" Amanda thought as she admired the shapely you Miss hurrying off.
Two sour faced girls dressed in the same “Faith and Beauty Society” uniform as Emilie turned the corner.
The fight in the cave was short and one sided. The six girls had rushed in to escape the non-existent "Britisher Aircraft"
In the gloom of the cave, they did not see their bound and gagged comrades...until it was too late.
A Helferinnen opened her wide generous mouth to scream and for her pains had it closed for her by a swift upper cut thrown by a young lady who appear to materialise out of the darkness. The two girls carrying the picnic hamper grunted and collapsed, holding the stomachs as a girl in an SS Helferinnen uniform stepped forward and punched them hard just below their belts. The hamper landed softly on the sand. Two girls tried to fight back. However, were leaped upon and pulled to the floor...each ended up on her back straddled by a young women engaged in punching their lights out.
The tubby girl had a bit more luck...she threw the records at Lucy making the girl duck and then ran...
Lucy picked up a small rock and hurled it...just catching the girl between the shoulder blades, unbalanced the well-endowed woman fell forward...just outside the cave...the air knocked out of her.
Lucy grabbed her ankles and started to pull the gasping girl back in...The Blonds figures dug furrows in the sand as panic-stricken she disappeared into the dark maul of the cave with a futile cry...
“No...No...Please...no...Mummy...mummy...No I surrender...no...” Cut off by a scream and a thud...she awoke to fine herself stripped naked face down. Her hands tied in front of her to a crotch rope. She also noticed that Lucy was sat on her...busily pulling on a bathing cap.
“Oh awake now darling are you?...Your the last one...thought I’d hit you too hard...glad to see your back in the land of the living...Now...now...lets have none of that language my girl...Here munch on these...there quite nice panties really...I think the girl I got them from yesterday had put fresh on that morning...Come now No tonguing out please...this rope should ensure you can’t....That’s better”
She got off the spluttering German and dragged her over to her naked comrades. To whom she was soon tightly affixed by the last of the old fishing net.
“Bye girls...we’ll be going for a nice swim now...That picnic looks real yummy...shame you all won’t be able to share it with us...still those gags should get the old salver flowing...An the gramophone’s broken too still we’ll get by I guess ” Lucy blew the cave full of cute captives a kiss and skipped off to join her Mrs P, the girls and Miss Watt all now prancing in the surf.
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