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Excellent update, my Lady. Jill to the White House. Oh dear.

Hell will freeze and the world would break in a half before I forget to follow my favourite Lady writer.

And Peti agrees, of course. :D
 
Amona: ... „I... I need a few days to contemplate the thought. Speak with my wife and...“

normal ! ! ;)

Amona:
... „But we both know what your answer will be. .. In two weeks you will head a group of our ladies visiting Britain. .. get acquainted with Lady Churchill. Till then I must know your decision.“

no doubt that will cement the decision ! ! :D

wonderful update ! ! :cool:

glad you are back, and OK ! !
;)

and, i feel that this is an appropriate time to tender a confession. before i put you in my sig, Amona, i knew that you were a Lady General.
 
XLIII - Journey into the Blitz, part 2

XLIII – JOURNEY INTO THE BLITZ, part 2


The Crooked Dragon, bar in Atlanta, Georgia, USA, December 7th 1939, 20.11 hours

“This doesnt sound good over there. Did you hear it on the wire, the Italians have joined the Krauts in the war. The British will be hard pressed in the Med. Egypt is in acute danger.”
Amy Wilder wasnt in a good mood, churning through her pepperoni pizza. The fact that Valery Komorsky was leaving the Deltas didnt lighten things for her.
The dark haired gal was giving out one round or two to celebrate her new job, and everyone except the Wilder seemed happy with that.
“Do you really think this new job beats our outfit? Playing bodyguard for politicians, bah.”
“Ah, Amy, dont be so darkminded. Whats it exactly? Do you grieve the loss of a good shot or is it more the war over in europe?”
Maria Cipoletti patted Amy on the shoulder and reached for her cigarettes again.
“Well, probably both. Regarding the war, I side with her. I wonder if the Britas will hold out, now pressed from the Italians too. Wish we were back there again, packaging the odd fascist lady.”
“Not with the current administration. The Roosevelt will do nothing to aid freedom in its struggle. Entirely turned to internal affairs.”
“Too bad. These fascistas really need some beating.”
Amy grumbled behind her pizza:
“Its so dumb, when the Britas are gone, only the ocean stands between the Hitler and us.”
“But the germans have no large fleet.”
“They can build one. Or use the british and french against us.”
“Youre probably right.”
The Komorsky opinioned:
“But I think the English will hold out. As long as their Isles dont fall. And the Italians are weak, this Mussolini is only a paper tigress.”
“Your word in the Goddess ear...”


Amy Wilder isnt happy these december days, be about the war in europe with the fascists rising or about Valery Komorsky leaving the Deltas.


Headquarters, Italian Army in Libya, Tobruk, Northern Africa, December 8th 1939, 23.54 hours

Meredith Collingwood changed rolls in her camera as fast as possible and started shooting again. The ground of the great room was littered with writhing bodies in italian uniforms and white tape. The reportress looked over to the side where Lady Knight Eve Lois Mountbatten supervized the italian high command in person of Lady Balba being readied for the journey to the waiting submarine.
The operation “pasta package” as the troops had called it had gone bloody smoothly. The italian marshall had been giving a great diner for her german guests from OKW, now already packaged to the left, awaiting their transport. The sentries had been childsplay to overwhelm with the stunguns, added by a certain laxness not found in the germans, so Meredith had been told by the gals.
She could see the satisfaction on Eve Lois face about the conduct of the night. Well, very good shots for propaganda too. Delicious writhing bodies of helpless enemies. The Balba would see Alexandria sooner than she expected, if not in front of her victorious army, but bound and gagged as prisoner of war.
To boot, at the same time the Western Desert Force was conducting a surprise attack on the advancing italian columns at the egyptian-libyan border. With the italian HQ out of order, so to speak, the results should be devastating. Time bought for Egypt to breath some more.
The Collingwood headed over to Eve Lois and the Balba.
“One more shot of her horrified face, if you please.”
“Very well, dear, but then lets head of to the sub, shall we?”
“Could you hold her head, these models are so uncooperating these days. Is it the pay? Or the surprise?”
“They were eating from goldbreaded dishes, so it couldnt be the pay. So probably the surprise then. Lady Balba, would you be so kind?”
“Mmmppff!”
“I wonder why they all say that?”
“Lack of options?”
“Probably.”


Marshall Balba of the Italian Empire will visit Egypt sooner than expected - as british prisoner, thanks to the Queens Own Commandos.


An office, Boston, USA, December 11th, 1939, 15.30 hours

“This is the person in question. One Jill Tessa Ryan, teacher at Boston University and high ranking member of the republican party.”
“This wont be cheap, my lady.”
“Money is no problem.”
“Very well.”
“Find out everything about her background, her family, enemies, present and past, corpses in the cellar maybe, the dirty things, you know.”
“I wonder why a famous star like you would come here in person and...”
“I have my reasons. Its said youre the best, Lady Dane, and your discretion stands above all.”
“If they say so... no, you are right, you have come to the right gal for this.”
“Fine. So lets speak about your pay.”
Five minutes later, Kathrin Kaskas, against the snow storm packed unrecognizable in hood and thick veil, left the office building. Things had been set in motion, for America First and foremost for her german case officress.



Downing Street Nr.10, London, United Queendom, December 11th, 1939, 18.05 hours

“So how is the feeling over there in the Netherlands? Any resistance mounting?”
The prime ministress rested on a great sofa, her hands folded across her big belly.
Justine Stockbottom cleared her throat and tried to answer as best she could.
“Ah, not really any resistance. The german presence seems to overwhelming for that. The Germans are so well organized and seem to have planned the whole occupation long before. A worrysome thing seems to me that they have started recruitment of volunteers for their Wehrmacht. And their new religious hedonistic ways seem to find whorshipprs in the dutch youth too.”
“Better let Queen Beatrix not hear that. She wont be amused. By the way, the prince, her husband, sends his greetings. He is most pleased that you escaped the Krauts and returned to us.”
“I am very honored, Lady prime ministress, Mam.”
After returning to England from her adventure in the Netherlands at night on a small cutter, Justine had learned her whole outfit had gone to Egypt. She found Mellowmouth castle in Scotland deserted from the commandos and only the logistic troops left behind. Without an assignment, she busied herself with paperwork, until the startling order had reached her to visit Lady Churchill herself in London. And here she was now, conversing with the great lady like with an old aunt. A dangerous aunt to be sure.
“I am intrigued by this commando actions your Lady Knight Mountbatten has running there. Wouldnt it be far easier to just kill the Krauts in question instead of dragging them through the woods bound and gagged?”
“Sure, Mam, I guess it was the idea of Lady Chamberlain at first, we are the good gals, no unnecessary killings and that. And now it seems it has a certain psychological impact on the enemy as well as on the home front. The Lady Knight calls it the “comics factor”.”
“I see. Well, it IS certainly appealling to transform all this arrogant Superfrauen into nice packages instead of just shooting them. Looks better than dead corpses. I wonder how far we can go with this. Did someone tell you Lady Mountbattens operation in Libya was a success?”
“Really, Mam? How wonderful.”
“Indeed. The Balba, her staff and several german officers from their OKW are now our prisoners. And the first news from the front there are good too. So, maybe we will expand your outfit a bit. What do you think, CAPTAIN Stockbottom?”
“Mam!”


A fresh captain now, Justine Stockbottom is quite happy with her assignment to the Commandos, and who would have thought that at start.
 
Nice, Mountbatten has learnt from the Skorzeny's book, indeed. I wonder which will Ophelia's answer to that.

Too good to imagine, I suppose. :D

Futhermore... I don't think that Mussolinni will be sad about Balba. Not at all. :D

Excellent chapter, my Lady.

Amona said:
The ground of the great room was littered with writhing bodies in italian uniforms and white tape.

Some things never change, don't they?

Blessed be the Goddess for that :D

The teaser puppy strikes back, I must admit ;)
 
Yikes, i take a few weeks off the Forum and that is when CatWar is finally back. Damm you James Clavell ;) .
Strangely you finally posted again after the U.S. presidential elections are over. Were too busy drooling over a certain VP candidate to focus on your writing :rofl: ?

Oh and important question: Can we expect more regular updates again?
 
Ghostwriter: You know I were a Lady General? How come?

Kurt_Steiner: Glad you are still with me.

Neroon: I finally overcame my grief about the Clinton NOT winning the premaries. That may have contributed to the continuation of the AAR.
I hope we can expect more regular updates again, but I am in a certain black hole regarding my creativity, writing is difficult at present. But I will do my best.
 
We can wait, not too much, but we can wait for you to recover.

Black shine, black hole... too many jokes, too many risks to be punished... :D
 
XLIII - Journey into the blitz, part 3

XLIII – JOURNEY INTO THE BLITZ – part 3


House of the Ladies Ryan, Boston, USA, December 14th, 1939, 20.09 hours

“Why do you hesitate, my dear?”
“I am only a teacher. How can I ever become the lady to guide our nation in this troubling times?”
“Your colleagues at the party think you are the right gal.”
“And what do you think, Bethany?”
“Well, I think they are damned right. You should go out there and save the world from fascism. Besides, thats what you want to do anyway. What better position to do this?”
“But it would change our lives forever. The kids... well.”
There was sadness in Bethanies eyes, Jill could see.
“We will live with it. Anyway, you wouldnt shy away from this challenge whatever I say. And we both know that. Why should I fight against the inevitable, making live for us all difficult? You are who and how you are. You are the woman I married. I still stand to that decision.”
Both were quiet for a while. Outside, it was snowing, their living room illuminated and warmed by the fire in the fireplace.
Finally, Jill sighed.
“You are right again, honey. The world situation is grim. Germany controls europe, the Britas all alone, and China on the brink of collapse. Its time the good gals get their things together. If they need me to do the job, I will do it. I must. As long as you stand beside me, that is.”
“I always have and always will, Jill.”


Bethany Ryan will always stand beside her Jill, no matter what, even if she goes to the White House.


A dojo, Osaka, Japan, December 19th, 1939, 2.51 hours

Blood dripped slowly to the ground. The woman, tied to a chair, groaned in pain. Miyabi stepped back, wavered her knife a bit and said in conversial tone:
“So, what was it with the young white girl your mother trained in the past? Was her name Skorzeny? Ophelia Skorzeny?”
“Yes, yes. That was her name, but...”
“What?”
“I can stand it no more. I will speak. The truth, the whole truth.”
“I hear.”
“Its all a lie. This woman, this Skorzeny, came here in 1932, to me, my mother was already dead. The dojo was in a bad shape and I needed money to sustain it. The white devil offered me money, much of it. All I had to do was telling the story of the white girl named Skorzeny who was trained beside me in our youth. I changed the old records, I bribed others myself to launch the story and gave it a wider background.”
“So this woman never learned japanese here and the fighting arts?”
“No, never. But her japanese was perfect in 32.”
Miyabi knocked with the bloody knife against her slender cheek and seemed lost in thought.
“Will you release me now? I have told you everything I know. The white devil warned me to do this, she said she would come back for me and...”
With a quick move Miyabi cut the throat of the bound woman.
She left as traceless as she had come, thinking about a mysterious blonde who had become more mysterious still.


CBS news from London, December 20th 1939, 8 hours

“Last night the German Luftwaffe conducted another heavy raid against the british capital. The german air strikes have grown in intensity over the last days, and british officials describe the situation in London and other southern cities as grim.
Today, a group of republican congresswomen and specialists will reach London from the States, to confer with british prime ministress Churchill. The group is headed by Dr. Jill Tessa Ryan, a foreign and defence policy specialist known to be a prominent proponent of US intervention in the conflicts in Europe and Asia.”



Downing Street 10, London, United Queendom, December 20th, 1939, 19.20 hours

“I wish the current US-administration would take your parties position, Lady Ryan. We definitly need help. The air strikes are one thing. What worries me far more are the german uboats in the Atlantic. If they are able to strangle Britain, we might not hold out.”
“I concur with you on that, Lady prime ministress, but theres hardly anything we can do before the election. And its nearly a year to that.”
“A year we probably dont have. At least I see no chance for a german invasion of Britain in the near future. Their Kriegsmarine is to weak for that. But, as I said, the battle of the atlantic might prove decisive.”
Lady Churchill leaned back and lit another big cigar. Puffing out smoke and folding her arms across her massive belly, she then inquired:
“Is it correct that YOU will become candidatress for president next spring?”
Jill hesitated only a second.
“Yes, thats correct.”
“I think thats a good decision of this party of yours. If you promise me to win the election, I will promise you that Britain will hold out till then.”
“Uhh, I will do my very best.”
“I am sure you will, dear.”


Jill Tessa Ryan is determined to help Britain and stop the fascists. But will Britain hold out until the next US-elections?


The Fuehras quarters, Reichschancellory, Berlin, Germany, 1st January 1940, 0.16 hours

She small lady with the short haircut entered the quarters. A light was switched on. Another lady already sat in the room, a tall blonde in high boots and black uniform.
“You look tired. The stress takes its toll.”
“I hate such official festivities. Sometimes I just wanna be back home and be done with it.”
“We are doing this for so long, one hardly remembers how it was before.”
“YOU are showing weakness Ophelia? You are the rock on which I rest. Dont give me that.”
“We have done good work. Especially you. Everything according to plan, France fallen, the British at our mercy. Only I have failed on you. The dutch queen, Egypt – all failures. Maybe I am getting old.”
“Thats nonsense. The Queen, Egypt, only sideshows. Do you think I really give a damn about the queens insult back then? I admire her for her braveness, to speak the truth. A pity she is on the other side. But I, the dangerous, evil Fuehra, you know the rest.”
“You are perfect in your role. CONTROLS choice was a good one.”
“But I wonder if CONTROLS choice of country was as good too. I still think we should have tried the USA as a starting point.”
“To difficult to achieve power, no aggressive potential like here. Germany was the right choice for CONTROLS plan. The only question is, is the plan the right one. You know I always had my doubts about that.”
“They wouldnt have believed us when we had told them the truth. No one believes it. Its better this way round. And with Janet in Atlanta doing such good work we really have a chance here. Nearly all big manufacturers now use the Marlboro formula due to its success. We might even succeed in imunizing most of the population against the SPELL.”
“Anyway, to unite the world we have still a long way to go, and otherwise our mission will be a failure. You still dont want to invade England?”
“With what? The Kriegsmarine is far to weak for that. A failure in an invasion would be a psychological setback I dont want to risk. No, Russia is the next target. We will conduct the offensive in the summer. My generals say they can beat the soviets till October. With our back free, we can turn against Britain and the US with everything we have. In spring, we will clear the flanks, Scandinavia and the Balkans.”
Ophelia lit a cigarette, the Hitler, a non-smokress, didnt even blink.
“Any special missions for me?”
“How do you think about a fascist coup in Sweden?”
“We are already well established there.”
“The Himmler will give you the details. Try to be back soon.”
“I will also try not to fail again. I hope there are no british commandos in Sweden, I really have no desire to meet them so soon again for a fourth time. On the other hand, this little Stockbottom...”
“Getting fond of one of your enemies again?”
“Why not get some fun out of this all?”
“You never change, Ophelia.”
“No. What do you think, how many years do we still have?”
“Several for sure. CONTROL says ten, but I wont count on it.”
“Ten would be nice. But on the other hand – the last ten years are gone fast enough.”
“Aint that the truth. Besides... theres one more thing.”
“So?”
“It seems like there are already agents of the enemy operating here. Or ... another ETNAL KROSA is here, one gone wild.”
“You mean Danja. How do you think so?”
“You have heard of the Manstein case in Paris? The general was abducted using a cigarette gagress. Those devices lead us to the enemy. On the other hand, the Manstein was released again after a fake hanging. And then the flower in her hair. It looks like the criminal known as THE FLOWER has turned resistance fightress. I think its Danja. I must tell CONTROL about that, you know this.”
“Why shouldnt you? Shall I take a look after the case?”
“No, you go to Sweden. Another SET team will turn to the case of the FLOWER. Bringing Danja back to CONTROL would be a major success.”
Ophelia said nothing to that. She didnt envy the SET team destined for Paris. Danja would give them a warm welcome, she was sure. Not to forget Aristide...


Adolfina Hitler has led Germany to great heights again. But what is her and Skorzenys real purpose? Who is CONTROL, und who the real enemy?
 
Well, well, well...

Who's back?! But if it's my Lady Amona!!! And Ophelia!!! The waiting has been worth!!!!

Well, let's see... The CONTROL issue appears stronger, and it seems that Adolphine is in it (I shouldn't be surprised, but I am), and time is running out, too.

The Ryan girl is running to the big white house, which may be a HUGE trouble to Ophelia and her plans...

And... if Ophelia wasn't really in Japan twenty years ago... when she had been there? Has ever been there? I think she has been in Japan, learning.

The questions is... when?

The answer is... remember Julius Caesar, perhaps? :D

Woof woof for this playful teaser puppy, my excellent Lady Writeress.
 
I´m gone for while and THAT time you pick for an update! Well at least got me a pleasant surprise upon coming back.

A schoolteacher is supposed to become president?! How is that supposed to work out.
So does that mean the other side will be using fighting robots before long? And do they have a plan? :rofl:
 
A schoolteacher is supposed to become president?! How is that supposed to work out.

They got an actor, so it's not surprising... :D
 
I must confess, I lost steam on this one. Three or four updates took a whole year. Its not abandoned, but I now declare it definitly on hold.
Have decided to do a simple gameplay-aar instead, watch out for: IN DIRE STRAITS - A US-DAIM-AAR coming soon to the forum.
 
I must confess, I lost steam on this one. Three or four updates took a whole year. Its not abandoned, but I now declare it definitly on hold.
Have decided to do a simple gameplay-aar instead, watch out for: IN DIRE STRAITS - A US-DAIM-AAR coming soon to the forum.

But keep Ophelia at hand ;)
 
CAT WAR – Alternate USA AAR

Where women rule the planet, and males are sidekicks at best.
Narrative AAR with gameplay very much in the background.
Using my own CatWar mod for Doomsday with female ministers and leaders and about 500 custom events.

This is a USA 1936 AAR with HOI2 1.3, setting hard, aggressive.
The AAR was started as an HOI 1 AAR, but I have decided to restart it as HOI 2, even if I had to let go of my Mod for HOI 1.
First parts will largely be the same, only the directly ingame related parts will be changed.
I hope you enjoy.
Amona

Prologue - A world, both alien and alike

“The authress tells a most ridiculous story about a male empire rising to power in the world by conquering the matriarchalic countries around it. An interesting and new concept, but without any touch to reality. Males fighting and killing ranks together with green Mars-girls landing in New York. At least the novel is well written, but Lady Johnson should stick to fantastic stories about our Amazon-ancestresses, for which she is famous. You should spare your 3,95 $ for a more worthwhile read instead...”
A book review in the New York Times by Lady Ysobel Dahlquist , November 17th, 1935

“So, and what would happen, if all these males leave kitchen and lovenest and start to work in the factories and shops around the country? I dont speak about the social issues and the morale, I leave this to social scientists and the priestresses. No, I speak about the jobs that will be lost for our struggling girls. Will you, my dear, go out to General Motors and declare the hard working chicks there that they will loose their job to a MALE? This country recovers from a recession, as I like to remind you. Millions of males swarming the job market will be disastrous for our economy. And by the way, which boy would like to do that? I tell you, MY husband wont, and my two sons are looking forward to marrying and raising the children my daughters-in-law will proudly deliver. And so it should be, as any american lady of decent education should know and feel alike...”
Congresswoman Lady Eve Sumers of Illinois, in a radio-talkshow on CBS, December 3rd, 1935

“Mother Earth, the good goddess,
looks with kindness on her children,
as long as we treat her with kindness,
for she who rapes the earth,
rapes the goddess herself,
and shall not find eaternal peace.”
A plate found in most american classrooms above the door, excerpt from THE BOOK, the oldest writing of womankind, believed to be written by an Amazon-priestress over 4000 years ago.

“While the championship rests during winter, the teams lick their wounds or cheerish their success. In Eastern Division, the Miami Pantheresses again dominated the first part of the season, while in Western D., the Seattle Chicks and the Los Angeles Lionesses showed a tight fight for supremacy. Let us recall the great games of the season so far. There can be no doubt, the National Hockey League shows the best hockey anywhere in the world. Charlotte, let us take a closer look on the new youngster of Miami, the black Valerie Feathers. She has scored 42 goals in 18 games, right? – Yeah, Priss, and she will become a real star soon. I have not seen this precision in passes and this coolness in front of the enemy goaless since Tessa Palmer in the Twenties. – Wait, Charlotte, before we get further into this, I have an information for our listeneresses. Dear ladies, do you know that Homestead refrigerators use much less energy than any other product on the market? Homestead refrigerators...”
Radio show “Queens of Sports” on ABC, December 9th, 1935

“DUCA MUSSOLINI DECLARES WAR ON ETHOPIA
The italian head of state, Duca Greta Mussolini, has declared a state of war between the queendom of Italy and Ethopia, the only country in Africa not in colonial possession, but governed by the black people themselves. The democratic community is shocked by this unprovoked assault. In a radio statement, Presidenta Franka Delana Roosevelt condemmed the aggression in very clear words. Republican leadress Miranda Landon warns the administration not to involve the US in foreign affairs. Quote: The last war has brought us nothing but death and misery, this time our chicks must stay home.
Military analysts believe Ethiopia a ripe fruit before the italian onslaught. Fascist Italy has enlarged and modernised its army and air force in recent years, while ethiopian forces consist largely of tribal warrioresses with handguns at best...”
The International Heraldress Tribune, December 17th, 1935

“CONCLUSION:
With 3 infantry- and 1 cavalry division, the US Army is totally inadequate to deal with any threat to our security from foreign countries. With Germany, Italy and Japan in fascists hands and pursuing imperialistic goals, a future threat to the US is at least possible, if not likely. Add to this the fascist movements in Brasil and, last but not least, in Mexiko, right at our border, we strongly recommend to strengthen the army to a level which will at least deliver a sceleton to build further strength in case of an emergency. We propose the commission of 9 additional infantry-divisions and 3 specialised mountain-divisions during 1936.”
Excerpt from a memorandum of the chiefs of staff to the Lady President, December 1935.
The plan was not implemented.



The US government at start of 1936.


The US Army in 1936 consisted only of a handful of divisions. Here the 2nd Indianhead Division under Georgina Marshall.



Bahahahahhahahhah.
 
I must confess, I lost steam on this one. Three or four updates took a whole year. Its not abandoned, but I now declare it definitly on hold.
Have decided to do a simple gameplay-aar instead, watch out for: IN DIRE STRAITS - A US-DAIM-AAR coming soon to the forum.
What about the Cameo appearance i won in your hand-identification contest?
 
Neroon: Unfortunately has to wait until my inspiration hits me again. I will do it justice, and up to now I havent come up with something adequate.
 
OKay, okay, I said I put this one on hold, but hey, I am a woman, I dont need to take care of what I said yesterday.
So, surprise, surprise, here is an update.
 
XLIV - FLOWERS, part 1

XLIV – FLOWERS , part 1


A cafe, Paris, occupied France, January 20th 1940, 16.02 hours

They were everywhere. The city was infested with ladies in german uniforms, not only the guards and patrols, but the administration forces of the occupiers swarmed the streets, the cafes and bars, and you could go nowhere without meeting the unpleasant sight of a group of misbehaving Superfrauen.
Josefine Lenglen sat in a corner of a cafe, drinking her cafe au lait, or what now passed as such, and tried to stay calm, as no less than twelve german maidens had a good time with wine and fruitcakes.
She had made it to Paris, not with the Mercedes car, but on a freight train during the night. Hiding at a friends flat, she had tried to contact the resistance movement she knew existed in the city for the past weeks, but so far without success.
The Germans everywhere let her rage inside grow, nearing boiling point. These here for example, arrogant and insolent, but why not? They were the victors, trampling on french pride and freedom. Among the women here was a Major with two blonde plaits, commanding the cafes staff around like her bataillon in the mud. How she would like to put her fist into that arrogant face...
Whirling such dark thoughts around in her head, she was surprised like everyone else as the door to the back opened and five gals with submachine guns and pistols entered.
“Everyone freeze.” Shouted the leadress of the group.
While several french ladies, among them the cafes staff, started to grin broadly, the Germans looked stunned and aghast. The blonde Major blurted:
“What is this?”
“This is an abduction. Take these waddings and scarfs and gag yourself, mon cher.”
Faced with deadly weapons, the Boches had to obey. As they gagged themselves under protests and muffled cries, the Lenglen started to grin too. The resistance, finally.
As the Germans were ordered to undo their uniforms, Josefine rose slowly and approached the leadress of the resistance gals.
“I was searching for someone like you.”
“So? Care to join us? Or are you an agent provocateur?”
Josefines temper rose.
“I am no traitress. I escaped from a german POW camp and I am itching for revenge. Apart from that... dont you know me?”
“Should I?”
“You dont like tennis?”
“No, I am into field hockey, like any good workress gal.”
The Germans were now in their underwear and were advised to tie each other up with plenty of rope the resistance supplied.
“I am Josefine Lenglen, the tennis star.”
“Oh, mon cher, had I known this, I would have trusted you from the start. But wheres your racket? And your fine white dress? Your outfit looks a bit rugged to me. Bad times, right?”
Wonderful, a commie-chick full of resentment. The Lenglen tried to calm herself.
“Are we not both French? We must fight the German occupiers, no matter if we play tennis or hockey.”
“But who has brought us into this situation? Who is responsible for our defeat? The old rotten system of capitalist fat cats, playing tennis and golf in their fine clubs while in Germany the fascists rose. After the war, there will be a new France, one rid of this class of bloodsucking vampires. We dont need your help, Madame Lenglen. Sit down again, else you can join this fascist scum here. Care to take a gag for a start?”
The Germans, meanwhile all packaged, were shuffled through the back door.
Josefine finally lost it:
“You idiot, cant you see we are on the same side. We must be united to win, we...”
The other gal slapped our tennis crack sharply across the face.
“Shut up, you vampire.”
You didnt do something like that to the MACHINE without facing the consequences. Without thought, Josefines fist came up and landed in the opponents face. Stumbling back, the leadress shouted:
“Take this traitress out!”
Immediately, two gals where over the Lenglen, bending her arms back. Josefine fought them wildly, but to no avail. The other one came forth, blood on her lips. With determination, she stuffed a wadding into Josefines mouth, secured it with a broad scarf.
Josefine fought on, but in a few minutes they had cut her garnment and tied her up in her underwear. Before she really knew how, she joined the twelve Germans in the back of a truck.
Beside her sat the plaited major, looking at her over her broad gag.
Wonderful, Josefine thought, just wonderful...


Getting into trouble again, Miss Lenglen, arent we? You really should conmtrol your temper. On the other hand, it wouldnt be you if you do so...
 
Well, Miss Lenglen has found the resistance, at least. Ok, not in the most suitable way, but, at least, she has found it.

By the way, a gross mistake on the Resistance girls. To reduce 12 Germans soldieresses, to have them in their underwear and to gag them, and not to take a single photo of them.

Shameful.

If the pics were taken and published, what a coup for the German moral and what a help for the French amor preupre.






or the joy of this teasing puppy of taking a view on the pics, indeed!!!!:D

OKay, okay, I said I put this one on hold, but hey, I am a woman, I dont need to take care of what I said yesterday.
So, surprise, surprise, here is an update.

Two things,

that's what I love of women: they change their minds faster than I mine. :D

I am a woman

And what a woman, for the Goddess' sake!
 
Not a bad AAR, though I wonder if, like in our world, there were a few periods of Male rule instead of Female (such as some of the queens who have ruled in our timeline)

I also think it would have been very interesting if a group of men in either Russia or Germany had done a coup de tat. The world reaction would be very interesting.