WW2 Spy Stories:-Operation Eurydice (Request by Arc)
Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2023 9:55 am
This is the Sixth of the WW2 Spy Stories series, I would like to thank Arc for their assistance with the concept of this series which as been very popular. Here it is the turn of the British SOE and half British half Italian Claudia Grayson is preparing for a risky assignment. It is June 1943 and planning for Operation Husky, the allied invasion of Sicily is in full swing. It as come to the attention of British Intelligence that high ranking Gerarca Giovanni Alberti, currently posted in Turin but soon to be reassigned to Palermo, as been involved with dealings with German and Italian corporations, recieving vast sums of money in exchange. Claudia's assignment is to infiltrate his home in Turin and take photographic evidence of his wrongdoings. However, with Allied resources stretched thin Claudia must take the long overland route, from Lisbon to Turin if she is to complete her mission. This is her story...
Saturday 10th June 1943 11:10am British Embassy, Lisbon
"What do mean there is an issue with my papers? I have been here for the past hour, telling you that I have the right to travel into Vichy France to visit my cousin in Marseilles. Now if you please excuse me, please give me back my papers, I have a train to catch." Said an exasperated Marquess Sofia Alvarez de Bayan, to the clueless passport official a small reedy weak looking man with balding black hair. Was any wonder that British needed the US, to hold its hand. No way they could win this war by themselves thought Sofia acidly. At 23, Sofia was the Scion of the Marques de Bayan and come here to inform the British of her travel plans to Marseilles, on account of her dual British citizenship on her mother's side. Sofia was a beautiful latino woman with supple tanned skin, high cheekbones angular features and big almond shaped brown eyes, her raven coloured curls falling around her shoulder. She was dressed in an expensive red dress from Paris, that came down to just below her knees, with matching heels her legs covered by actual silk stockings and a fox fur stole draped across her shoulders. An expensive string of pearls hung around her neck with matching earrings and bracelets on each wrist. Sofia didn't care that there was a war on, she only cared about looking good. "Excuse me, Marquesa?" Sofia turned to see a young woman, who bared a strange passing resemblance to her, only with pale grey eyes and her light brown hair tied into a bun dressed simply in a polka dot blouse, mid length black skirt and black heels. "Yes!? What do you want!? I already told this idiot, I want my papers back! I will be late for my train otherwise!" The girl simply smiled. " My name is Claudia Grayson, I'am an attache in passport control. I would like to extend my deepest apologies for the mix-up, and for any inconvenience. If you would follow me to my office, I have your papers ready for you." Sofia breathed a sigh of relief. "Finally, a woman who looks like she knows what she is doing." She shot scathingly to the official behind the desk, the man remained unmoved. Claudia held out an arm to allow her room, glancing briefly at her male colleague. "Lead the way, Ms Grayson." Sofia said haughtily to Claudia as she fell instep behind the English woman.
As Claudia led the Marquesa to her "office", making sure the Spanish woman was in front of her, she prepared the syringe of sedative behind her back. At 23, the same age as the Marquesa Sophia, Claudia was the daughter of a British diplomat and his Italian secretary. Born in Rome, Claudia's family was forced to flee to England following Mussolini's rise to power in 1922. Growing up an independent adventurous young woman, Claudia joined the fledging SOE, or Special Operations Executive, out of a sense of duty and quickly rised to become the best agent in the Mediterranean Section, specialising in disguise and infiltration. Her beautiful Mediterranean looks, along with her fluency in Spanish, Italian and Greek allowed her to effectively pass as a native in any of those nations. In fact the reason she chosen the Marquesa, was their similar looks, similar high cheekbones angular features and almond shaped eyes. The only difference being their eye and hair colours, something that would easily fool the casual observer. Shaking thoughts of the past from her mind, Claudia arrived to the door to her "office" Claudia placed one hand on the door, the other behind her back syringe at the ready. "Once again, Marquesa I apologise for the delay. Step into my office and we will get this all straightened out." She flashed a fake smile to the haughty noble woman, as she opened the door leading into a disused room, the Marquesa affording Claudia an icy stare. When she entered the room, Marquesa Sofia's eyes opened in surprise. "What is the meaning of th-mmph!" Claudia clamped a hand over the Marquesa's mouth, as she kicked the door shut, jabbing the needle into her carotid with her free hand. The Spanish noblewoman struggled as Claudia pressed the plunger, driving the sedative into her artery and into the bloodstream stream. Claudia felt the young woman's struggles go weaker as the potent chemicals found their way to her brain, within 30 seconds the Marquesa slumped into Claudia's arms. "To sleep, Marquesa. Allow me to take that dress off your hands." She said as she gently lowered the sleeping noblewoman to the wooden floor.
Without standing on ceremony, Claudia stripped off her clothes including her underwear, and knelt naked besides the unconscious Marquesa. She started by removing the woman's jewellery, putting them on herself, then her expensive heels and the fox fur stole. After loosening the straps of the Marquesa's dress from her shoulders, Claudia peeled the dress down the woman's slim petite body past her hips and down her long stocking covered legs. "You have a very beautiful body, Marquesa. Unfortunately for you, I will be taking those expensive lacy knickers off you as well." Claudia said as she admired the unconscious Marquesa, clad only in her black lace slip, and matching stockings. Rolling up the Marquesa's slip, Claudia exposed a matching suspender belt and lace high waisted briefs. Unclipping the stockings from the belt, Claudia rolled them down the Marquesa's long divine legs. Once she had pulled on the stolen stockings, Claudia whipped off the Marquesa's black lace briefs revealing a full dark pink vulva crowned with a trimmed strip of black fuzz, followed by the suspender belt. Flicking the unconscious woman's arms up, Claudia pulled the lace slip over her head. "Very nice tits, my lady. You certainly have taken care of yourself." She said as she glanced over the firm and well developed C-cup breasts, with full dark pink roundel shaped areolas. For such a haughty snooty woman, she had good tastes thought Claudia as she got dressed in her stolen clothes, admiring the tanned naked body of the Marquesa.
As Claudia placed the fox fur stole over her shoulders, the sound of the door opening behind her drew her attention, the balding head of Christopher Dawson, her handler emerged from behind the door. " Ah, I see you didn't waste any time Claudia. She was such an horrible woman, I feel sorry for the actual passports who have to deal with her sort on a daily basis." He said glancing at the sleeping naked form of Marquesa Sofia. " She's a noble, what do you expect Chris, manners?" Christopher laughed as he presented the Marquesa's papers to her. " Our forgers have added your photograph. These should get you to Marseille, Claudia. But from there you need to make your way to Turin, on your own. And you will be needing these." Christopher also handed her three syringes, full of the same sedatives that were used on the Marquesa. Claudia nodded as she took the doctored papers and the syringes. " I will still have support from the RAF, when I reach the Gerarca 's villa?" She asked her handler as she memorised the important points of her cover. "Yes, a squadron of Lancaster's from Malta have been made ready. Just signal them with the Villa's radio and they will be good to go with your diversion." Claudia smiled as pocketed her papers in her stolen handbag. "What are you going to do with her?" She glanced at the unconscious naked noblewoman. Christopher laughed as he regarded her. "She will wake up, in her hotel room with one hell of an hangover. If she says anything, we can make the life of her family very uncomfortable indeed." Claudia laughed as she made her way to leave, but before she could Christopher held up his hand. "One second, milady? Your papers please." He said playing the part of a passport control agent. Claudia let out a mock cry of outrage. "Why you obtuse little man, you have no right?" She said as she handed her papers to her handler. "Who are you? Where are you from? And what is the purpose of your visit?" Claudia fixed Christopher with an arrogant stare. "I'am the Marquesa Sofia Alvarez de Bayan, and I'am from Seville. I have to come to Marseille to visit my cousin Maria." Her handler smiled as he handed her the papers back. "All is in order, Marquesa. Good luck in Turin, my lady."
2 hours later, a train 10km from Marseilles
Claudia set in her train compartment, watching the world shoot past her window as she reviewed her mission. She had been given the difficult assignment of infiltrating the home of high ranking Gerarca Giovanni Alberti, who had been awarding contracts to German and Italian corporations and recieving vast sums of money in exchange. Alberti kept all the records of his double dealing in his office, and it was up to Claudia to secure photographic evidence of these illegal dealings to ensure Alberti's co-operation when the time came for Operation Husky, since he was due to be reassigned to Palermo. The sound of the compartment door opening, brought her attention back to the present, as a young woman with ash blonde hair entered the compartment. " Mi scusi Senora. Is that seat taken?" The girl said gesturing to the empty seat opposite Claudia. "Of course, Señora I could do with the company." Claudia replied in her fake Spanish accent. The Italian girl smiled as she thanked Claudia, taking the seat opposite her opening a small book. Claudia looked the girl up and down, appraising her. She was a pretty little thing, with slender cheekbones heart shaped features and pale green eyes framed by square framed spectacles, her ash blonde hair rolled into bunches. She was dressed in a matching black suit jacket and skirt underwhich she wore a silk white blouse with sensible shoes on her feet. Compared to Sofia, this girl wore more affordable jewellery with small hooped earrings, a silver cross around her neck and dress watch on her left wrist. Claudia smiled the girl was her size. She caught a glance at the book she was reading. "Gone with the Wind, one of my favourites, Scarlet O'Hara is so beautiful and glamorous a true heroine." She as the girl looked up from her book. " Well, I never heard heard that opinion before,sénora. Everyone I have spoken to, says she just a selfish mean woman that deserves all she gets." Claudia cocked her head, smiling. "Well, I'am not most women. sénora. She flirted gently as she added a little laugh, which the woman returned. " I'am Lucia Duranté, pleasure to meet you and you are?" The Italian woman asked pleasantly. Claudia cleared her throat, as she rolled off the official Spanish noble greeting. "I'am her Grace the Marquesa Sofia Alvarez de Bayan, from Seville." Claudia lied as Lucia's mouth opened in shock. "My lady, forgive my lack of manners I didn't mean to offend you." Lucia replied in surprise as Claudia help up her hand. " Don't worry about it, Lucia. You may call more Sofia, it's should a pleasure to speak with the lower classes. Especially, a very pretty one like yourself." Lucia blushed as she looked into Claudia's eyes, caught off guard by the sudden flirt. "So, Marquesa-I mean Sofia. What brings you to Marseilles?" Claudia expertly recalled her cover story as Lucia listened, before she told her story . "Well, I'am a teacher of Italian language. I'am returning from Bordeaux to Turin, after a very long sabbatical, where I'am based. I'am stopping in Marseilles to catch a connecting train." Claudia smiled as she heard Lucia's story. She would be an ideal cover to get into Turin, and her clothes would fit Claudia well. It wasn't often that a disguise fell on her lap. "Turin? You don't say, it's been a while since I have been.." Both women fell into a amicable conversation, as Claudia formed a plan in her mind to relieve Lucia both of her clothes and travel credentials.
1 hour later, Marseilles Train Station
Both women continued to chat amiably about Gone with the Wind, as they made their to the women's restroom with Lucia mentioning she had about hour until the train to Turin pulled in. Making sure Lucia was in front of her, Claudia took out a needle from her stolen handbag, as Lucia opened the door to the women's restroom. "I have to thank you, Sofia. For being such a wonderful travelling partner, it would a shame to part ways here." Lucia said without turning around. After discreetly locking the door behind her, Claudia reacted swiftly clamping her hand over Lucia's mouth to muffle her cry of betrayal, plunging the sedative into her neck. " Shh! That's it Lucia, just relax. I'am sorry for parting ways here, but you have something I need." Claudia felt the girl's struggles lessen as the sedatives entered her brain. " Arriverderci Mia Cara " She patted Lucia's forearm, as the girl slumped against Claudia her arms dangling limply at her sides. Claudia dragged the unconscious Lucia into an empty cubicle behind her, sitting the girl onto the toilet bowl. Claudia then stripped her stolen dress and jewellery but decided to keep the underwear she took from Sofia, when she was finished she began to strip the unconscious Lucia. She began by removing the girl's shoes, jewellery, shoes and spectacles then unfastened her suit jacket. After she slipped off Lucia's jacket, Claudia unbuttoned the sleeping girl's blouse revealing a solid white cotton bullet bra., enveloping a pair of luscious well developed C-cup breasts. "A brave choice for a such a conservative girl, Lucia." Claudia remarked to the beautiful sleeping Lucia, as knelt by the unconscious girl unzipping her skirt from the rear working it off her slender hips and down her long divine legs, revealing a matching pair of high waisted cotton briefs. "Don't worry, sweet Lucia you can keep those love. I'am already covered." Claudia finished unbuttoning Lucia's blouse, slipping it loose from her shoulders leaving the sleeping Italian girl sitting on the toilet in only her matching white lingerie. As she got dressed in Lucia's clothes, Claudia admired the slim attractive body of the scantily clad Lucia not toned or athletic but still gorgeous. Once she was finished, Claudia picked up the unconscious woman's body under her shoulders dragging her towards the bathroom cupboard, opening the door she laid the unconscious Lucia onto the cupboard floor, throwing the Marquesa's on top of her. "Farewell, Lucia. Enjoy your nap and dream of Scarlett." Claudia said as she closed the cupboard door, tossing the girls glasses onto her body and snapping off the lock, tossing it into the corner. Claudia then retrieved Lucia's handbag, fishing out her travel documents and quickly exchanged her photograph from the Marquesa's papers onto Lucia's. Once she was finished Claudia looped Lucia's handbag over her shoulder, straightened her stolen clothes and left the women's restroom. It didn't take Claudia long to find the train to Turin, using both her stolen papers and Lucia's tickets she boarded the train, to begin her mission in earnest.
One day later, near the home of Giovanni Alberti 09:00am
Claudia still dressed in the outfit, she had stolen from Lucia the day before, stood near the entrance of an alley a few blocks down away from Alberti's home, waiting for her next disguise. Upon her arrival in Turin yesterday, Claudia had checked into the SOE safehouse and recieved a mini camera, along with additional intelligence for her mission. Alberti had used his military connections to secure a military nurse from the Auxiliary Corps of the Italian Red Cross, to treat his sick wife who had come down with Influenza. According to British agents from the safehouse, the nurse used this alleyway as a shortcut to Alberti's home making it a perfect spot to ambush the woman and steal her uniform using it to gain entry into the Gerarca's home. The sound of gentle feet impacting the pavement to her right drew Claudia's attention, it was the young military nurse right on time. Claudia glanced at the girl, appraising the girl, she was a looker with shallow cheekbones rounded features and big bright hazel eyes, her hair covered by her blue cloth hat. Her uniform consisted of a white dress, with a red cross at the centre, that matched the symbol at the centre of the brim of her hat , which came to just below the knee. Her long legs covered with white tights, that ended with sensible white shoes and matching white gloves, completed the look. Claudia smiled as the nurse took out a pack of cigarettes from her handbag, heading into the alley. She prepared her last syringe as she discreetly followed behind the nurse.
Nurse Francesca Guiliani, took her usual route down the alley towards the house of Gerarca Giovanni Alberti, as she stopped to take a cigarette from her packet of ten. At 23, Francesca had been on secondment treating the wife of the Gerarca for the last two months, treating the woman for a particularly crippling case of influenza. Francesca breathed a sigh of relief as she raised the cigarette to her mouth, but before she could put it in her mouth to light it she felt a hand clamp around it muffling her cry of surprise. "That's a flithy habit, sister, those things will kill you but lucky for you, I won't be." A trickle of fear ran down Francesca's spine, at the Englishwoman's voice in her ear. The next sensation she felt was a needle being jabbed into her carotid artery, Francesca began to lose consciousness as she felt the sedatives flow through her bloodstream towards her brain. Within 30 seconds, Francesca let out a small rattle as she fell unconscious in her attackers arms.
Claudia lowered the unconscious nurse to the ground, before she stripped off Lucia's outfit down to her underwear. Kneeling down beside the unconscious woman, Claudia removed the nurses shoes, gloves and cloth hat revealing short raven coloured hair tied into a small ponytail. Rolling the sleeping woman on her side, Claudia unbuttoned her uniform dress from the rear slipping from the nurses shoulders and peeling it down her slim petite body, working past her shapely hips, and finally off her body. This left the scantily clad nurse dressed only in her cream coloured slip, and white tights. Reasoning that she would need the woman's tights, Claudia rolled the sleeping nurse onto her front hiked up her slip, pulling the woman's tights from around her hips down her long divine legs taking care not to damage them. This exposed a matching pair of silk high waisted briefs, protecting the nurses modesty. " Expensive undies for a nurse, love. Somebody special waiting for you back home." Claudia said to the sleeping nurse, as she dressed in the stolen uniform, admiring the gentle curves of the young sleeping nurses B-cups under her slip and tight pert buttocks. When she was finished, Claudia took out the girls hair tie copying her ponytail before she affixed on the cloth hat, then taking the unconscious nurse by her shoulders, Claudia dragged her to a nearby dumpster. After tipping the woman inside, Claudia took the woman's purse memorising the name on her papers before tossing it in with the scantily clad nurse, along with Lucia's outfit. Claudia then looped Lucia's handbag over her shoulder and walked out of the alley towards the Gerarca's home.
Now dressed in her stolen uniform, Claudia approached the front entrance of Alberti's luxurious three story townhouse in the centre of Turin, manned by a single soldier dressed in the smart grey uniform of the Italian military. "Who are you, sénora? You are not the regular nurse. Where is Francesca?" Asked the sentry, more out of caution than suspicion. Claudia flashed the man a warm friendly smile. " Unfortunately, Francesca went down with the flu suddenly last night. Command sent me along as temporary relief until she recovers. I'am Lucia Duranté" She said in perfect Italian battering her eyelashes. The sentry sighed, letting out a soft chuckle." Figures, Ms Maria as been getting much worse, I'am not really surprised. In you go, Nurse Lucia and if you have a mask wear it, sénora, or you might just get replaced. And give my regards to Francesca when you see her." The soldier finished with grim irony, as he moved aside to omit Claudia she smiled as she thanked the soldier, walking into the townhouse.
According to informants inside the address, Alberti had a wireless communications set-up on the third floor with a morse code transmitter. That wouldn't be a problem for Claudia however, as she had training in using wireless sets and was well versed in morse code. Before she could enter the office of the Gerarca, Claudia needed to clear the way by calling in a bombing raid on Turin. With all the staff and soldiers clear, she would free reign over the estate. Her course clear, Claudia, exchanging smiles and nods of greeting from house staff, made her way to the third floor. Once on the third floor, Claudia made her way to the radio room she knocked once on the door, Claudia let out a sigh of relief as she recieved no answer. Quietly she entered the room, closing the door behind her before she walked over to the wireless. Standing over the receiver, holding the headset by her ear, Claudia set the transmission frequency to the RAF airstrip in Valletta and using the transmitter sent the following message. "Eurydice is a go, ready for strike package, over." After a tense moment, Claudia smiled when she recieved the transmission "Recieved, package to be delivered ETA 1 hour. Good luck and godspeed, Eurydice. Valletta out." Putting down the headset, and retuning the frequency to what it once was Claudia straightened her stolen uniform, as she walked out of the radio room. Now she made her way to the second floor, it was time to play the nurse something else Claudia was versed in as well.
1 hour later 10:15am
" I must say cough you are far more attentive and diligent than Francesca, Lucia. I have half a mind to ask Giovanni to replace her with you. cough " Said Maria Alberti as Claudia dappled her sweat covered forehead with a clean rag. "You are to kind sènora, I'am only doing what I'am trained to do and between you and me, Francesca as always been a little bit of a daydreamer." Claudia replied a false smile under her surgical mask. Maria laughed in-between coughs as Claudia nervously glanced at her watch, the RAF was running late. " May I be excused, sénora ? I need to use the bathroom." Maria flashed her a sickly smile. "Of course, mia cara. I'am not going anywhere. The bathroom is neat Giovanni's office." Claudia thanked the sicky woman as she turned from her, removing her surgical mask, walking towards the bedroom door. As Claudia exited the room closing the door behind her, she heard a new sound a distant trill at first but then gaining in pitch. It was an air raid siren. Without wasting any time, Claudia made her way to Giovanni's office, as chaos erupted around her, nervous people running around her towards the air raid shelter. She quickly ducked into a nearby alcove, as she saw Gerarca Giovanni Alberti, dressed smartly in his black uniform being quickly escorted away from his office by two soldiers. As soon as the coast was clear, Claudia quickly made her way to Alberti's office. Once inside she took out her camera, as she searched the desk looking for the incriminating documents the sound of explosions, aircraft engines and anti-air fire in the distance. After five minutes of searching, Claudia found what she was looking for, several documents of correspondence between Alberti and his buyers along with a ledger of his transactions. Laying the documents on the desk, Claudia took photographs of them including a few pages of the ledger. When she was finished Claudia replaced the documents where she had found them, then left the office walking towards the stairs ignoring the cries of Maria Alberti, as she took the stairs two at a time. With all the staff and soldiers safely inside the air raid shelter, in the basement, Claudia was able to slip out of the townhouse unseen by anyone.
The alley way near the home of Giovanni Alberti 11:30am
Claudia redressed herself in the clothes she had taken from Lucia the day before, as she crouched over the still scantily clad sleeping Francesca in the dumpster. "Grazie, my dear you have been a great help. You can have your uniform back, although I think you will be out of a job when you wake up." Claudia quipped to the sleeping girl as she buttoned up her suit jacket. When she was finished, Claudia caressed the cheek of the beautiful unconscious nurse, " Arrivederci, love. Sleep well." She said before she hopped out of the dumpster, closing the lid behind her. Looping her stolen handbag over her shoulder, which contained the all important pictures, Claudia made her way out of the alley towards the SOE safehouse. With the city still quiet, the sound of Avro Lancaster engines receding into the distance, Claudia's thoughts turned to the trip back to Lisbon smiling at the thought that it would probably be just as eventful as the trip into Turin.
Saturday 10th June 1943 11:10am British Embassy, Lisbon
"What do mean there is an issue with my papers? I have been here for the past hour, telling you that I have the right to travel into Vichy France to visit my cousin in Marseilles. Now if you please excuse me, please give me back my papers, I have a train to catch." Said an exasperated Marquess Sofia Alvarez de Bayan, to the clueless passport official a small reedy weak looking man with balding black hair. Was any wonder that British needed the US, to hold its hand. No way they could win this war by themselves thought Sofia acidly. At 23, Sofia was the Scion of the Marques de Bayan and come here to inform the British of her travel plans to Marseilles, on account of her dual British citizenship on her mother's side. Sofia was a beautiful latino woman with supple tanned skin, high cheekbones angular features and big almond shaped brown eyes, her raven coloured curls falling around her shoulder. She was dressed in an expensive red dress from Paris, that came down to just below her knees, with matching heels her legs covered by actual silk stockings and a fox fur stole draped across her shoulders. An expensive string of pearls hung around her neck with matching earrings and bracelets on each wrist. Sofia didn't care that there was a war on, she only cared about looking good. "Excuse me, Marquesa?" Sofia turned to see a young woman, who bared a strange passing resemblance to her, only with pale grey eyes and her light brown hair tied into a bun dressed simply in a polka dot blouse, mid length black skirt and black heels. "Yes!? What do you want!? I already told this idiot, I want my papers back! I will be late for my train otherwise!" The girl simply smiled. " My name is Claudia Grayson, I'am an attache in passport control. I would like to extend my deepest apologies for the mix-up, and for any inconvenience. If you would follow me to my office, I have your papers ready for you." Sofia breathed a sigh of relief. "Finally, a woman who looks like she knows what she is doing." She shot scathingly to the official behind the desk, the man remained unmoved. Claudia held out an arm to allow her room, glancing briefly at her male colleague. "Lead the way, Ms Grayson." Sofia said haughtily to Claudia as she fell instep behind the English woman.
As Claudia led the Marquesa to her "office", making sure the Spanish woman was in front of her, she prepared the syringe of sedative behind her back. At 23, the same age as the Marquesa Sophia, Claudia was the daughter of a British diplomat and his Italian secretary. Born in Rome, Claudia's family was forced to flee to England following Mussolini's rise to power in 1922. Growing up an independent adventurous young woman, Claudia joined the fledging SOE, or Special Operations Executive, out of a sense of duty and quickly rised to become the best agent in the Mediterranean Section, specialising in disguise and infiltration. Her beautiful Mediterranean looks, along with her fluency in Spanish, Italian and Greek allowed her to effectively pass as a native in any of those nations. In fact the reason she chosen the Marquesa, was their similar looks, similar high cheekbones angular features and almond shaped eyes. The only difference being their eye and hair colours, something that would easily fool the casual observer. Shaking thoughts of the past from her mind, Claudia arrived to the door to her "office" Claudia placed one hand on the door, the other behind her back syringe at the ready. "Once again, Marquesa I apologise for the delay. Step into my office and we will get this all straightened out." She flashed a fake smile to the haughty noble woman, as she opened the door leading into a disused room, the Marquesa affording Claudia an icy stare. When she entered the room, Marquesa Sofia's eyes opened in surprise. "What is the meaning of th-mmph!" Claudia clamped a hand over the Marquesa's mouth, as she kicked the door shut, jabbing the needle into her carotid with her free hand. The Spanish noblewoman struggled as Claudia pressed the plunger, driving the sedative into her artery and into the bloodstream stream. Claudia felt the young woman's struggles go weaker as the potent chemicals found their way to her brain, within 30 seconds the Marquesa slumped into Claudia's arms. "To sleep, Marquesa. Allow me to take that dress off your hands." She said as she gently lowered the sleeping noblewoman to the wooden floor.
Without standing on ceremony, Claudia stripped off her clothes including her underwear, and knelt naked besides the unconscious Marquesa. She started by removing the woman's jewellery, putting them on herself, then her expensive heels and the fox fur stole. After loosening the straps of the Marquesa's dress from her shoulders, Claudia peeled the dress down the woman's slim petite body past her hips and down her long stocking covered legs. "You have a very beautiful body, Marquesa. Unfortunately for you, I will be taking those expensive lacy knickers off you as well." Claudia said as she admired the unconscious Marquesa, clad only in her black lace slip, and matching stockings. Rolling up the Marquesa's slip, Claudia exposed a matching suspender belt and lace high waisted briefs. Unclipping the stockings from the belt, Claudia rolled them down the Marquesa's long divine legs. Once she had pulled on the stolen stockings, Claudia whipped off the Marquesa's black lace briefs revealing a full dark pink vulva crowned with a trimmed strip of black fuzz, followed by the suspender belt. Flicking the unconscious woman's arms up, Claudia pulled the lace slip over her head. "Very nice tits, my lady. You certainly have taken care of yourself." She said as she glanced over the firm and well developed C-cup breasts, with full dark pink roundel shaped areolas. For such a haughty snooty woman, she had good tastes thought Claudia as she got dressed in her stolen clothes, admiring the tanned naked body of the Marquesa.
As Claudia placed the fox fur stole over her shoulders, the sound of the door opening behind her drew her attention, the balding head of Christopher Dawson, her handler emerged from behind the door. " Ah, I see you didn't waste any time Claudia. She was such an horrible woman, I feel sorry for the actual passports who have to deal with her sort on a daily basis." He said glancing at the sleeping naked form of Marquesa Sofia. " She's a noble, what do you expect Chris, manners?" Christopher laughed as he presented the Marquesa's papers to her. " Our forgers have added your photograph. These should get you to Marseille, Claudia. But from there you need to make your way to Turin, on your own. And you will be needing these." Christopher also handed her three syringes, full of the same sedatives that were used on the Marquesa. Claudia nodded as she took the doctored papers and the syringes. " I will still have support from the RAF, when I reach the Gerarca 's villa?" She asked her handler as she memorised the important points of her cover. "Yes, a squadron of Lancaster's from Malta have been made ready. Just signal them with the Villa's radio and they will be good to go with your diversion." Claudia smiled as pocketed her papers in her stolen handbag. "What are you going to do with her?" She glanced at the unconscious naked noblewoman. Christopher laughed as he regarded her. "She will wake up, in her hotel room with one hell of an hangover. If she says anything, we can make the life of her family very uncomfortable indeed." Claudia laughed as she made her way to leave, but before she could Christopher held up his hand. "One second, milady? Your papers please." He said playing the part of a passport control agent. Claudia let out a mock cry of outrage. "Why you obtuse little man, you have no right?" She said as she handed her papers to her handler. "Who are you? Where are you from? And what is the purpose of your visit?" Claudia fixed Christopher with an arrogant stare. "I'am the Marquesa Sofia Alvarez de Bayan, and I'am from Seville. I have to come to Marseille to visit my cousin Maria." Her handler smiled as he handed her the papers back. "All is in order, Marquesa. Good luck in Turin, my lady."
2 hours later, a train 10km from Marseilles
Claudia set in her train compartment, watching the world shoot past her window as she reviewed her mission. She had been given the difficult assignment of infiltrating the home of high ranking Gerarca Giovanni Alberti, who had been awarding contracts to German and Italian corporations and recieving vast sums of money in exchange. Alberti kept all the records of his double dealing in his office, and it was up to Claudia to secure photographic evidence of these illegal dealings to ensure Alberti's co-operation when the time came for Operation Husky, since he was due to be reassigned to Palermo. The sound of the compartment door opening, brought her attention back to the present, as a young woman with ash blonde hair entered the compartment. " Mi scusi Senora. Is that seat taken?" The girl said gesturing to the empty seat opposite Claudia. "Of course, Señora I could do with the company." Claudia replied in her fake Spanish accent. The Italian girl smiled as she thanked Claudia, taking the seat opposite her opening a small book. Claudia looked the girl up and down, appraising her. She was a pretty little thing, with slender cheekbones heart shaped features and pale green eyes framed by square framed spectacles, her ash blonde hair rolled into bunches. She was dressed in a matching black suit jacket and skirt underwhich she wore a silk white blouse with sensible shoes on her feet. Compared to Sofia, this girl wore more affordable jewellery with small hooped earrings, a silver cross around her neck and dress watch on her left wrist. Claudia smiled the girl was her size. She caught a glance at the book she was reading. "Gone with the Wind, one of my favourites, Scarlet O'Hara is so beautiful and glamorous a true heroine." She as the girl looked up from her book. " Well, I never heard heard that opinion before,sénora. Everyone I have spoken to, says she just a selfish mean woman that deserves all she gets." Claudia cocked her head, smiling. "Well, I'am not most women. sénora. She flirted gently as she added a little laugh, which the woman returned. " I'am Lucia Duranté, pleasure to meet you and you are?" The Italian woman asked pleasantly. Claudia cleared her throat, as she rolled off the official Spanish noble greeting. "I'am her Grace the Marquesa Sofia Alvarez de Bayan, from Seville." Claudia lied as Lucia's mouth opened in shock. "My lady, forgive my lack of manners I didn't mean to offend you." Lucia replied in surprise as Claudia help up her hand. " Don't worry about it, Lucia. You may call more Sofia, it's should a pleasure to speak with the lower classes. Especially, a very pretty one like yourself." Lucia blushed as she looked into Claudia's eyes, caught off guard by the sudden flirt. "So, Marquesa-I mean Sofia. What brings you to Marseilles?" Claudia expertly recalled her cover story as Lucia listened, before she told her story . "Well, I'am a teacher of Italian language. I'am returning from Bordeaux to Turin, after a very long sabbatical, where I'am based. I'am stopping in Marseilles to catch a connecting train." Claudia smiled as she heard Lucia's story. She would be an ideal cover to get into Turin, and her clothes would fit Claudia well. It wasn't often that a disguise fell on her lap. "Turin? You don't say, it's been a while since I have been.." Both women fell into a amicable conversation, as Claudia formed a plan in her mind to relieve Lucia both of her clothes and travel credentials.
1 hour later, Marseilles Train Station
Both women continued to chat amiably about Gone with the Wind, as they made their to the women's restroom with Lucia mentioning she had about hour until the train to Turin pulled in. Making sure Lucia was in front of her, Claudia took out a needle from her stolen handbag, as Lucia opened the door to the women's restroom. "I have to thank you, Sofia. For being such a wonderful travelling partner, it would a shame to part ways here." Lucia said without turning around. After discreetly locking the door behind her, Claudia reacted swiftly clamping her hand over Lucia's mouth to muffle her cry of betrayal, plunging the sedative into her neck. " Shh! That's it Lucia, just relax. I'am sorry for parting ways here, but you have something I need." Claudia felt the girl's struggles lessen as the sedatives entered her brain. " Arriverderci Mia Cara " She patted Lucia's forearm, as the girl slumped against Claudia her arms dangling limply at her sides. Claudia dragged the unconscious Lucia into an empty cubicle behind her, sitting the girl onto the toilet bowl. Claudia then stripped her stolen dress and jewellery but decided to keep the underwear she took from Sofia, when she was finished she began to strip the unconscious Lucia. She began by removing the girl's shoes, jewellery, shoes and spectacles then unfastened her suit jacket. After she slipped off Lucia's jacket, Claudia unbuttoned the sleeping girl's blouse revealing a solid white cotton bullet bra., enveloping a pair of luscious well developed C-cup breasts. "A brave choice for a such a conservative girl, Lucia." Claudia remarked to the beautiful sleeping Lucia, as knelt by the unconscious girl unzipping her skirt from the rear working it off her slender hips and down her long divine legs, revealing a matching pair of high waisted cotton briefs. "Don't worry, sweet Lucia you can keep those love. I'am already covered." Claudia finished unbuttoning Lucia's blouse, slipping it loose from her shoulders leaving the sleeping Italian girl sitting on the toilet in only her matching white lingerie. As she got dressed in Lucia's clothes, Claudia admired the slim attractive body of the scantily clad Lucia not toned or athletic but still gorgeous. Once she was finished, Claudia picked up the unconscious woman's body under her shoulders dragging her towards the bathroom cupboard, opening the door she laid the unconscious Lucia onto the cupboard floor, throwing the Marquesa's on top of her. "Farewell, Lucia. Enjoy your nap and dream of Scarlett." Claudia said as she closed the cupboard door, tossing the girls glasses onto her body and snapping off the lock, tossing it into the corner. Claudia then retrieved Lucia's handbag, fishing out her travel documents and quickly exchanged her photograph from the Marquesa's papers onto Lucia's. Once she was finished Claudia looped Lucia's handbag over her shoulder, straightened her stolen clothes and left the women's restroom. It didn't take Claudia long to find the train to Turin, using both her stolen papers and Lucia's tickets she boarded the train, to begin her mission in earnest.
One day later, near the home of Giovanni Alberti 09:00am
Claudia still dressed in the outfit, she had stolen from Lucia the day before, stood near the entrance of an alley a few blocks down away from Alberti's home, waiting for her next disguise. Upon her arrival in Turin yesterday, Claudia had checked into the SOE safehouse and recieved a mini camera, along with additional intelligence for her mission. Alberti had used his military connections to secure a military nurse from the Auxiliary Corps of the Italian Red Cross, to treat his sick wife who had come down with Influenza. According to British agents from the safehouse, the nurse used this alleyway as a shortcut to Alberti's home making it a perfect spot to ambush the woman and steal her uniform using it to gain entry into the Gerarca's home. The sound of gentle feet impacting the pavement to her right drew Claudia's attention, it was the young military nurse right on time. Claudia glanced at the girl, appraising the girl, she was a looker with shallow cheekbones rounded features and big bright hazel eyes, her hair covered by her blue cloth hat. Her uniform consisted of a white dress, with a red cross at the centre, that matched the symbol at the centre of the brim of her hat , which came to just below the knee. Her long legs covered with white tights, that ended with sensible white shoes and matching white gloves, completed the look. Claudia smiled as the nurse took out a pack of cigarettes from her handbag, heading into the alley. She prepared her last syringe as she discreetly followed behind the nurse.
Nurse Francesca Guiliani, took her usual route down the alley towards the house of Gerarca Giovanni Alberti, as she stopped to take a cigarette from her packet of ten. At 23, Francesca had been on secondment treating the wife of the Gerarca for the last two months, treating the woman for a particularly crippling case of influenza. Francesca breathed a sigh of relief as she raised the cigarette to her mouth, but before she could put it in her mouth to light it she felt a hand clamp around it muffling her cry of surprise. "That's a flithy habit, sister, those things will kill you but lucky for you, I won't be." A trickle of fear ran down Francesca's spine, at the Englishwoman's voice in her ear. The next sensation she felt was a needle being jabbed into her carotid artery, Francesca began to lose consciousness as she felt the sedatives flow through her bloodstream towards her brain. Within 30 seconds, Francesca let out a small rattle as she fell unconscious in her attackers arms.
Claudia lowered the unconscious nurse to the ground, before she stripped off Lucia's outfit down to her underwear. Kneeling down beside the unconscious woman, Claudia removed the nurses shoes, gloves and cloth hat revealing short raven coloured hair tied into a small ponytail. Rolling the sleeping woman on her side, Claudia unbuttoned her uniform dress from the rear slipping from the nurses shoulders and peeling it down her slim petite body, working past her shapely hips, and finally off her body. This left the scantily clad nurse dressed only in her cream coloured slip, and white tights. Reasoning that she would need the woman's tights, Claudia rolled the sleeping nurse onto her front hiked up her slip, pulling the woman's tights from around her hips down her long divine legs taking care not to damage them. This exposed a matching pair of silk high waisted briefs, protecting the nurses modesty. " Expensive undies for a nurse, love. Somebody special waiting for you back home." Claudia said to the sleeping nurse, as she dressed in the stolen uniform, admiring the gentle curves of the young sleeping nurses B-cups under her slip and tight pert buttocks. When she was finished, Claudia took out the girls hair tie copying her ponytail before she affixed on the cloth hat, then taking the unconscious nurse by her shoulders, Claudia dragged her to a nearby dumpster. After tipping the woman inside, Claudia took the woman's purse memorising the name on her papers before tossing it in with the scantily clad nurse, along with Lucia's outfit. Claudia then looped Lucia's handbag over her shoulder and walked out of the alley towards the Gerarca's home.
Now dressed in her stolen uniform, Claudia approached the front entrance of Alberti's luxurious three story townhouse in the centre of Turin, manned by a single soldier dressed in the smart grey uniform of the Italian military. "Who are you, sénora? You are not the regular nurse. Where is Francesca?" Asked the sentry, more out of caution than suspicion. Claudia flashed the man a warm friendly smile. " Unfortunately, Francesca went down with the flu suddenly last night. Command sent me along as temporary relief until she recovers. I'am Lucia Duranté" She said in perfect Italian battering her eyelashes. The sentry sighed, letting out a soft chuckle." Figures, Ms Maria as been getting much worse, I'am not really surprised. In you go, Nurse Lucia and if you have a mask wear it, sénora, or you might just get replaced. And give my regards to Francesca when you see her." The soldier finished with grim irony, as he moved aside to omit Claudia she smiled as she thanked the soldier, walking into the townhouse.
According to informants inside the address, Alberti had a wireless communications set-up on the third floor with a morse code transmitter. That wouldn't be a problem for Claudia however, as she had training in using wireless sets and was well versed in morse code. Before she could enter the office of the Gerarca, Claudia needed to clear the way by calling in a bombing raid on Turin. With all the staff and soldiers clear, she would free reign over the estate. Her course clear, Claudia, exchanging smiles and nods of greeting from house staff, made her way to the third floor. Once on the third floor, Claudia made her way to the radio room she knocked once on the door, Claudia let out a sigh of relief as she recieved no answer. Quietly she entered the room, closing the door behind her before she walked over to the wireless. Standing over the receiver, holding the headset by her ear, Claudia set the transmission frequency to the RAF airstrip in Valletta and using the transmitter sent the following message. "Eurydice is a go, ready for strike package, over." After a tense moment, Claudia smiled when she recieved the transmission "Recieved, package to be delivered ETA 1 hour. Good luck and godspeed, Eurydice. Valletta out." Putting down the headset, and retuning the frequency to what it once was Claudia straightened her stolen uniform, as she walked out of the radio room. Now she made her way to the second floor, it was time to play the nurse something else Claudia was versed in as well.
1 hour later 10:15am
" I must say cough you are far more attentive and diligent than Francesca, Lucia. I have half a mind to ask Giovanni to replace her with you. cough " Said Maria Alberti as Claudia dappled her sweat covered forehead with a clean rag. "You are to kind sènora, I'am only doing what I'am trained to do and between you and me, Francesca as always been a little bit of a daydreamer." Claudia replied a false smile under her surgical mask. Maria laughed in-between coughs as Claudia nervously glanced at her watch, the RAF was running late. " May I be excused, sénora ? I need to use the bathroom." Maria flashed her a sickly smile. "Of course, mia cara. I'am not going anywhere. The bathroom is neat Giovanni's office." Claudia thanked the sicky woman as she turned from her, removing her surgical mask, walking towards the bedroom door. As Claudia exited the room closing the door behind her, she heard a new sound a distant trill at first but then gaining in pitch. It was an air raid siren. Without wasting any time, Claudia made her way to Giovanni's office, as chaos erupted around her, nervous people running around her towards the air raid shelter. She quickly ducked into a nearby alcove, as she saw Gerarca Giovanni Alberti, dressed smartly in his black uniform being quickly escorted away from his office by two soldiers. As soon as the coast was clear, Claudia quickly made her way to Alberti's office. Once inside she took out her camera, as she searched the desk looking for the incriminating documents the sound of explosions, aircraft engines and anti-air fire in the distance. After five minutes of searching, Claudia found what she was looking for, several documents of correspondence between Alberti and his buyers along with a ledger of his transactions. Laying the documents on the desk, Claudia took photographs of them including a few pages of the ledger. When she was finished Claudia replaced the documents where she had found them, then left the office walking towards the stairs ignoring the cries of Maria Alberti, as she took the stairs two at a time. With all the staff and soldiers safely inside the air raid shelter, in the basement, Claudia was able to slip out of the townhouse unseen by anyone.
The alley way near the home of Giovanni Alberti 11:30am
Claudia redressed herself in the clothes she had taken from Lucia the day before, as she crouched over the still scantily clad sleeping Francesca in the dumpster. "Grazie, my dear you have been a great help. You can have your uniform back, although I think you will be out of a job when you wake up." Claudia quipped to the sleeping girl as she buttoned up her suit jacket. When she was finished, Claudia caressed the cheek of the beautiful unconscious nurse, " Arrivederci, love. Sleep well." She said before she hopped out of the dumpster, closing the lid behind her. Looping her stolen handbag over her shoulder, which contained the all important pictures, Claudia made her way out of the alley towards the SOE safehouse. With the city still quiet, the sound of Avro Lancaster engines receding into the distance, Claudia's thoughts turned to the trip back to Lisbon smiling at the thought that it would probably be just as eventful as the trip into Turin.
