Cat war, an alternate USA AAR

[Amona]

Airship FAST SPARROW VI, Washington D.C. Aerodrome, May 15th, 1940, 9.02 hours


Valery headed to the galley of the airship just after its take off to fetch the requested donuts and coffee. She entered the compartment, not anticipating any trouble.
She found the young lady and a squire of the shipservice taped up and gagged on the floor, wriggling and mewing.
Instantly fully alerted, she reached for her service pistol, only to feel the cold steel of a barrel at her neck.
"Dont move. No sound."
Valery cursed inwardly, but obeyed. Her mind racing, she saw two hispanic gals coming forth, casually clad, but armed with handguns and looking deadly serious.
The one behind her ordered curtly:
"Take her gun. Tie and gag her. And foremost, search her for the key to the compartment."
"Damned, I ran into this like a greenhorn", she thought, but there were now few options left.
Quickly, her gun was taken, her hands taped behind her back, and a wadding of cloth stuffed into her mouth. As tape was applied over her lips to seal the gag, another of the terrorists began searching her for the key.
The three hispanics were nervous, Valery could smell their sweat under their cheap parfume.
"I have it!"
"Good. Lets get things going."
At that moment, the airship wheeled to the right, back towards the departure tower.
"What the hell?" The leadress of the terrorists cursed...

FAST SPARROW VI, compartment of Jill T. Ryan, same minute

Jill looked up from her papers as an officress of the ships crew hastily entered the cabine.
The two secret service girls instantly reached for their guns.
"Lady Ryan, there is an emergency. The captain was called by chief of Delta Force, informing her of an impeding abduction attempt of this airship. We are returning immediately and you best prepare to leave ship."
Jill nodded at that and looked at her bodyguards. She seemed much cooler than they. Well, they had the responsibility.
Danielle, one of the guards, peered out the door, weapon drawn.
That was when the shooting started...


FAST SPARROW VI, the passenger compartment I, just then

Gloria Mendoza had expected things going wrong, but not this wrong. Instead of a clean takeover of the ship, there was a very bloody firefight with the secret service gals. The good gals, to speak the truth.
Passengers were screaming in panic, one squire and an old lady were wounded by stray bulletts, two of the terrorists were dead, and the gal in the door to Ryans cabine just went down heavily wounded or dead too.
But there was another one, looking for a secure aim, so not to injure innocents.
Felice, the leadress of the terrorists, seized a ten year old boy, using him as a shield, that scum. She cried out:
"Surrender, else a shoot the boy!"
Gloria winced inwardly.
The shooting stopped. The gal in the door hesitated.
"Do it now!"
On a command from inside the cabine, the secret service woman obeyed. Her gun slided down the galleyway.
Felice and the other living terrorist rushed forward.
Gloria followed them only hesitantly. What a mess. And the worst part was yet to come. Should she shoot the Ryan now? The airship had just landed again. Outside was police.
It was still incredibly noisy, with the passengers in panic.
The cop turned terrorist used her best policewoman voice and announced:
"The shooting is over. Everyone calm down. Any doctors or nurses? Tend to the wounded."
To Glorias own surprise it worked, the people clinging to every authority offered.
Then she forgot about the passengers as the Ryan appeared in the door, cool as ice.
My goddess, she had intended to vote this woman in November, and now she had to kill her.
The police could storm the ship every moment, she had to act, now or never.
Her eyes met Ryans gaze, and somehow the presidential candidatress seemed to knew. Their eyes locked.
Like in a trance, Gloria aimed her gun at the Ryans head...

* its part 9, not 7, sorry for that. But I gather it didnt matter much.

[Kurt_Steiner]

If you happen, ever, to bury this AAR, Amona, I'll take away from you all your cigarrettes. Think about that.

And about the update. The Ryan seems to be on the way to heaven. But, of course, things never are so simple as they seem to be...

[Amona]

Kurt: Taking health and financial aspects into account, taking away my cigarettes might be a good idea. On the other hand, its questionable if I will ever finish this AAR before I die of lung cancer or the like.
Glad you are still with me.

Update to follow.

[Amona]

FAST SPARROW VI, just then


The guy known to everyone only as Atlantic friend didnt panic as the shooting started. In his youth, not looking gruff and without his mustache, he had disguised as a girl and entered the french army in the Great War, fighting the boches at Verdun and elsewhere.
He knew the sound of gunfire well, all too well.
Staying calm, he watched as events unfolded. One of the terrorists aimed her gun now at the Lady Ryan. Her intention was clear, obviously to the surprise of her two surviving comrades.
The moment to take action was at hand.
As the leadress of the terrorists screamed "No!", the Ryan straighted up expecting the deadly shot, the main door burst inwards and armed police girls stormed into the airship, Atlantic friend rose and jumped forward, against the terrorist who so conveniently stood beside his place, still aiming at the Ryan, but distracted by the storming police.
It was a clean bodycheck, just as the gun finally went off.
Gloria Mendoza hit the ground, the french old guy above her, holding her down with his body, wrestling the gun out of her hand, despite being hit in the shoulder.
The hispanic gal felt relief for the turn of events. She hadnt made it. So all the better. She offered no resistance, let the gun go.
Then the police was above her. The strange male gone, seemingly distouched from the important things she noticed his strong smell of onion and tobacco, she was turned about and handcuffed.
She saw Felice and the other one overpowered too. She closed her eyes and let out a sigh. It was over.

Jill Ryan crouched down beside the wounded male.
"Are you alright? No, you are hit. We need a medical aid here, quick. I owe you my live. Whats your name?"
The guy coughed.
"Everyone calls me Atlantic friend, but you can call me Maurice, Mam."
"An honor to know you, Maurice."
Valery Komorsky, now freed, joined them.
"They killed Danielle. Looks like we havent served you well, Lady Ryan. Especially I failed."
"Everyone can have a bad day, Miss Komorsky. Damned thing with Danielle. Perhaps you should consider this guy here joining your ranks as a replacement."
"He saved the day. You have my vote on that. Ever used a gun, Squire?"
"Sure. Altough I consider the ones youre carrying mere toys."
A medic arrived and tended to Maurices wound.
Jill rose again, turning to the leadress of the police force.
" We were warned by chief of Delta Force. Otherwise it would have been a disaster. How come she knew?"
"I dont know, Lady Ryan. I am glad to see you up and well."
"Well, not everyone has made it. It will be interesting to hear the motives of the kidnappers. My attempted assassination seems to have come as a surprise to the leadress of the gang."
To everyones surprise the failed assassin in the background rose her voice:
"I will talk. I will tell you who hired me to kill you. I want this criminal on the galley beside me."
Jill raised an eyebrow and said:
"This day is full of surprises. Maybe this last one is a good one for a change..."



Jill Tessa Ryan lives to enter the presidential race.

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Japanese Consulate to British Burma, Rangoon, Burma, May 19th 1940, 7.08 hours


Liyaka Kozumi rose early as every day, driven out of bed by the hurting scars at her back. She remembered the whipping that caused the scars still well.
It had been in the palace of the daughter of the sun, ordered by the Shoga herself, conducted by her favourite killress, Miyabi. The reason for it was negligible, just a mood of the Shoga, who wanted to see someone suffer at this morning. Probably had had her period our something. It, the menstruation, couldnt have been too bad, otherwise the victim would have been fed to the Shogas sharks alive or boiled in oil - alive too. Maybe it had therefore only been a broken fingernail. The daughter of the sun was proud of her long fingernails, everyone at court knew.
Liyaka had been one of numerous courtlings, of high, noble birth, of high standing. After the whipping, she was banned from court, sent instead to head the consulate of the japanese empire in a remote place - fly infested British Burma.
And here she still served her Shoga four years later. Remembering every day and night the Shogas face, full of malice and pervert lust. And the face of Miyabi, showing nothing, cool as ice, delivering every stroke with precision. How she hated them both.
But her duty was with the empire. She had to serve the shoga despite everything.
Finished with washing and putting on her garnments, she entered the hall of the consulate, ready for another boring and uneventful day.
A servant approached her.
"Mistress Kozumi! A big crate has been delivered. Thats, well, we just found it in the garden. A paper taped to its front says: "A gift for the Shoga of Japan. From a friend." We didnt dare to open it. The guards say its no bomb. Inside, one can hear squeaking and a strange mewing of a female. A guard opinioned it is an abducted female, tied up and gagged. We..."
"Shut up. Let me see it."
Liyaka was curious. Something happened after all. That was a first for her in this damned place. The young girl led her to the garden. There, surrounded by armed guards and frigthened servants, the crate stood on the lawn.
Yes, on putting her ear to the crate she could hear female mewing and a strange squeaking.
"Open it."
The guards complied. Intrigued, Liyaka looked inside.
She couldnt believe her eyes. Alright, it was a female, and she was bound and gagged. The squeaking came from the shiny blue PVC tape that mummified her small, slender body from shoulders to ankles and was wound around her lower face.
Surely this was extraordinary on its own, but it wouldnt have caught Liyaka by surprise, as she had by now expected something along this lines.
But it was no one other than Miyabi, the Shogas Ninja. And to her delight, she was not only a damsel in distress, but acted like one too. Struggling, mewing, no coolness here left. She recognized Liyaka too. Her eyes widened and she struggled even mightier. Naturally to no avail.
The japanese consul virtually drank the sight with her eyes, indulging in the sweetness of the moment.
A guard dared to say:
"Its a japanese. Shall we free her, Mistress?"
Now it was time for quick thinking. Having a revenge here and now on the helpless bitch would have dire consequences. Miyabi had been on a mission for the Shoga, no doubt about it. Obviously, she had failed. The Shoga wouldnt like that. No, she really wont. She liked failure far less than broken fingernails our menstruation distress. This could be very interesting times ahead for Miyabi, even the sharks were possible.
But her failure had to be obvious to the Shoga. So, why not just send this crate and its mummified occupant right as it is to the Shoga in Tokyo? If Miyabi still lived after the Shogas rage, she might try to get her revenge on Liyaka, but this risk was worth it, wasnt it? Yes. Oh, yes. She straightened up.
"Ungag her and get her something to drink. Then regag her and shut the crate again. Sent it with the next airship to Tokyo, to the Imperial palace, to be seen by the daughter of the sun whose light warms us all. This female here is a servant who has failed the empress. Dont be soft on her."
"Yes, Mistress."
Miyabi starred up at the Kozumi. The consul showed a fine smile.
"Before I forget it, Miyabi. You look delicious in this shiny blue stuff. Where have you learned to struggle this seductivly? You are full of unrevealed talents, dear..."


Ninja Miyabi is in a tight spot these days. But, as is important for women, she is at least looking good while
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Delta Barracks, Atlanta, Georgia, USA, May 29th, 1940, 10.36 hours


Beyonce Tucker, chief of Delta Force, sighed. This highjacking and attempted assassination of presidential candidatress Jill T. Ryan was getting more complicated by the day.
Felice Navigo, the captured leadress of the terrorists had revealed, in the sweet torture of a sex interrogation conducted by an experienced curtisane (the FBI employed several of those for interrogations), that they had been hired by one Mercedes Mendez, a cuban lady known for her stance against fascism. The plan had been to hijack the airship and kidnapp the Ryan. Later the gals, who where mexican in origin, would have protested in their statements against the fascist regime in Mexico. They wanted to draw attention to the situation there. Finally, they planned to release all hostages, including Jill Ryan, unharmed and surrender peacefully. No violence was planned and the matter just got out of hands.
On the other hand, the same Mercedes Mendez had bribed Gloria Mendoza, a hispanic US-policewoman, with the money for lifesaving surgery for her younger sister, to kill the Ryan at the right moment and had introduced her to Felice and her group.
Named Gloria Mendoza had them told this of her own account, wanting the Mendez punished for the devious crime.
She hadnt known the Mendez, but it was obviously the same person.
Mercedes Mendez had, no surprise here, left the USA a day before the attempted hijacking, destination - well, Mexico. Probably now drinking cocktails with dictatress Arranza.
To complicate matters further, someone had warned Beyonce via a letter to her husband Tom about the planned assault. Just in time, one might add, to save the day.
Black Lady Tucker was confused, to say the least.
She had just summed up these facts for Amy Wilder and Maria Cipoletti, who had returned from their mission in Asia to rescue aviator Bill Eaton.
After telling their story about Bill and the japanese Ninja, they had been eager to hear about the issue the newspapers and radio news were filled with these days.
As usual, Amy was eating and Maria smoking. Beyonce could use both a chocolate bar and a cigarette, but had noticed in the preceding month to her embarrassment that she had started to have problems keeping up with the gals on the training ground. So she had decided to cut back on eating and smoking to regain her fitness. There were moments to regret this.
As expected Amy opinioned:
"The Germans are behind this. They wanted to take Lady Ryan out. She is a danger for their world conquest."
"Well, remembering the abduction crisis a few years back you may be right."
Maria took a drag from her Marlboro and asked:
"You have the letter? It was impregnated with parfume?"
"Yes, french of origin, sold here too, at least before the german occupation of France. Very expensive, persistent, mixed with an aphrodisiakum."
"Give it to me."
"Well, here it is."
Beyonce opened the small plastic envelope and showed the letter to Maria.
The petite brunette took it and inhaled the odor.
"Its she."
"Who?"
"The blonde bitch. Skorzeny. I remember everything about her. She wore this parfume as she bound and gagged me back then. The gag packing and scarf were impregnated with it too."
Amy intersected:
"You must know, Beyonce, Maria is in love with blondie."
"Nonsense. I hate her. I want to tie up and gag her, and put her in a crate and humiliate her, and..."
"Sure honey. Love, as I say. Many women do this to their female companions, its called love bondage, and as you surely know its an accepted part of our culture. You too surely know this bestselling magazine "PACKAGED DELICACIES", featuring the "package of the month", starring a celebrity in kinky wear and bound and gagged. One hears the stars and starlets are standing in line to be the package of the month. Didnt I see an issue in your bag after you visited the bookstore at the aerodrome?"
Maria blushed and tortured the filter of her cigarette.
Despite her generally bad mood, Beyonce had to grin.
"Well, can we get back to the matter at hand?"
"I am not in love with this bitch, but its her parfume. And you know each other, Beyonce. AND, this whole thing has her handwriting. The only part I dont understand is this letter."
"Yes, why should she warn us? If its her plan, why thwart it herself? Thats silly."
"We must know more. Furthermore, there are some legal issues involved. We have to arrest this Mendez bitch."
Amy grinned to Beyonce words.
"Dont say it, Lady Tucker; Mam. You want us to visit sunny Mexico and abduct a certain criminal and bring her back to justice."
"Well, the order is from Presidentress Roosevelt herself, and for once I wholeheartedly agree with a decision of this lady. Naturally, you have to be very careful. You ending up in a mexican prison wont do both you and the USA any good."
"We hear you Beyonce. Any reason why you eye my chocolate bar so greedily?"
"It is nothing, nothing..."


Chief of US Delta Force Beyonce Tucker has cut on eating and smoking to regain her fitness. Its probably not the last instant she regrets this.
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[Kurt_Steiner]

If you ever get just a cold -bar a lung cancer- I'll gag you permanently. We have to meet when we'll turn out 80 -an oldie puppy and a charming albeit slightly aged temptress in disguise- to talk about our diverse fortune in love and war

[Amona]

XLIX - The Wehrmacht unleashed


A forest in northern Poland, June 1st, 1940, 22.50 hours

"Ready for action, Private Brunner?"
"Yes, Lady Generalmajor."
"This time, the chance is greater to be killed in action like a soldier than to be packaged like in an US bondage magazine. And probably a certain american old lady wont be around too."
Beate Brunner managed to chuckle on that, but cant find anything amusing in Skorzenys words. She was not proud of her record in the SET, regurarly ending a mission bound and gagged instead of victorious or honorably wounded or killed.
Ophelia Skorzeny, in her black combat dress like the whole unit, offered a cigarette, which Beate took. Both lit up and indulged silently in the vice for a minute.
Then, with a nod, the blonde General of SET continued on her way, cheering up the troops before the mission.
It was the grand thing. ROTMAHNE, the invasion of Soviet Union. Scheduled to begin soon. The ordinary Wehrmacht soldiers didnt know for certain why they where massed here at the border, though it was easy to guess. The SET here knew for sure. They would go deep inside, to take out headquarters of 4th Soviet Army located near Minsk. As was the custom with Lady Skorzenys missions, the soviet generals and staff were planned to be taken alive and abducted, for a reason Beate didnt really understand and no one had bothered explaining her. Better to kill the commie scum, but naturally, no one had asked her. She herself had special reasons to dislike this feature of the mission, as she anticipated being reminded by the sight of the bound and gagged commie women of her own experiences with the matter.
Her comrade and lover Anke Stein could make jokes about it, Beate even suspected Anke to have liked the adventures of the past, but not she. She hated it. Well, the Generalmajor was right. This time she was in no danger of new bondage adventures.
The Brunner killed her cigarette under her boot and started to check her weapons and gear again...



A living room, Minsk, Soviet Union, same time

"You do this so well, Lida."
"Uhh, there are real KNOTS in your muscles, Svetlana."
"Duty is tense. We are worried about the Germans. They have massed troops on the border for weeks now. Their planes even cross the border to spy on us. But order is, to leave them alone. And no general alert. From the Stalina herself, these orders. No one at staff understands it. There might be war, and we are not allowed to get ready. And then there is the Gurjewitsch bitch. No one dares to speak out when she is near. This politcommissar is a curse. She understands nothing of military matters, but hunts "spies" and "traitresses" everywhere. No one is free of her suspicions."
"Poor Svetlana. I think I have to give you the special treatment later in the sheets."
"That would be so nice. You are an angel."
"An angel of pleasure and sin. But shouldnt you abandon things like angels? The goddess doesnt exist. Religion is opium for the masses. Doesnt the party say that?"
"The party has, at the moment, in this house, no say in the matter."
"Dont let your commissar hear that."
"Thats not funny, Lida."
"Sorry, Svetlana."
Lida Eremenko leaned back and stopped massaging her companions shoulders. General Svetlana Eremenko sighed and reached for her cigarettes. American L&M, a privilege brought about by her rank.
"I want one too."
"No, you are pregnant. Thats bad for the baby. The great party was as of yet not able to develop a cure for smoking caused illnesses, like its available in the west."
"Please, only one."
"No, Lida, be prudent. Do you want to harm our baby?"
"Well, no. Okay, you are right. But you smoke. Ever heard off passive smoking?"
"Yes, I will go outside. Its a mild evening."
"I will ready dinner. I got fresh meat today. Pork. And vegetables."
"I am impressed. New foodstuffs at the market. The socialist system might actually work after all..."


General Svetlana Eremenko, Deputy Commandress of 4th Soviet Army, loves her wife and fears a german invasion - and a certain politcommissar.
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A forest in East Prussia, just then

Hauptfrau Berna Üncel, the young turko-german panzer officress, eyed the camouflaged tanks of her company. HER company! For this new campaign, a new rank and a company of her own was hers.
She would show herself worthy of this advancement. Her ancestors would be proud of her. And if she died in combat, that was fate to you.
Still chainsmoking, she lit another Marlboro. The Panzers were all 20 ready for action, her maidens eager to fight. The weather was hot and dry, ideal for Blitzkrieg after several weeks of rain and mud.
After a last glance at the steel monsters, Berna turned and headed for the scheduled meeting at bataillon staff.
It couldnt be long now till the operation started. The weather wouldnt get any better, and every day passing now was a lost day, as the way to Leningrad, her Panzer Armys objective, was long. She could hardly wait. ..



Sleeping quarters in 721st Rifle Regiment barracks, Bialystok, Soviet Union, same moment

One month. Of two years full of terror and tears and hardships only one month left.
Janina Patilova starred at the dirty ceiling of the darkened quarters, laying in her uncomfortable bed on her back, like twohundred other conscripts of the regiment. Duty was exhausting. Today, they had dug trenches in their gasmasks, only to fill them afterwards. This went on for hours. Janina had long abandoned the illusion that the Red Army made any sense.
Only one month left. Then, she would go back to Kuibyshew to study dentistry. She already had a place at the university. She would become a dentist, and a good one. One might think in her was a sadistic trait because of her envisioned profession, but instead she remembered the suffering of one of her mothers because of her bad teeth. And the dentist treating it had been a butchress. She wanted to do better, to help other people having good teeth.
Much more satisfying than digging trenches and marching with rifle and rucksack. If they would at least train for combat. Shooting for example. The sargent said that there was not enough munition to spare rounds for training. Well, soon it wouldnt matter to her anymore. Goodby, Red Army, never to be seen again. With this satisfying thought, she closed her eyes and soon fell asleep...


Sweet Janina cant wait for the day she can leave the cursed Red Army. She has not the slightest idea of three million german soldiers waiting on the other side of the border.
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[Kurt_Steiner]

My dear Lady General, the lioness of the AARland, is back!

Today I was talking about wargaming ladies in the forum, and now you're back... I begin to believe in signals...

Excellent update. I don't know for sure if it's so good because of the long wait or because it's woonderfully written, but I have loved it word for word.

I know, this puppy only has good words for you, my Lady General, but that's because you've yet to disappoint me. And THAT is something that NEVER will take place.

[Amona]

Thanks as always, Kurt.
I only wish someone else would make a comment too. The old followers are all gone, you are the last mohican.

Update to follow.

[Amona]

XLIX - The Wehrmacht unleashed, part 2


The elementary school of Pyitkov near
Minsk, now HQ of 4th Soviet Army, June 2nd 1940, 4.02 hours

What a pleasant day this promised to be, judging by the clear sky and the beginning red dawn.
She would hunt traitresses again this day, as every day. They were everywhere. For example, where were the sentries, supposed to guard the back entrance to the HQ?
Larissa Gurjewitsch, Chief-politcomissaress of 4th Soviet Army decided to investigate.
The diminuitive person with the chinlength black hair and the piercing green eyes, her uniform well fitting, her boots polished by a male attendant, went around the corner, looking in the still dark alleyway after the errant guards.
There they were, and treason it was. They were sitting with their backs to the wall, their rifles gone, obviously having a nap. That was the penal battallion for them.
But, what? They were bound with black tape hand and foot, and over their mouths was tape too. Now she saw their bulging, pleading eyes and heard them mewing into their gags.
An assault on the HQ! She must...
"No sound, dont move."
The voice behind her was deadly serious. The russian words had a strong german accent.
Larissas eyes went wide as the cold steel of a barrel touched her delicate neck.
She didnt dare to scream or move.
Two dark clad women with german guns and insignia apperead from the left. Her pistol was taken away, her arms forced behind her, quickly bound with squeaking tape.
"Open wide.", one of the Germans said, holding a rather huge rubberball before Larissas mouth.
Obeying again, the russian lady had her oral orifice filled with rubber. Tape was applied over her gaping mouth to secure the gag. After her legs had been taped up too, she was woman- handled down beside the two guards, now in the same predicament as the young privates.
Eyes wide, she couldnt help but groan into the gag.
The Germans looked down upon her.
Anke Stein opinioned:
"A high-ranking politcommissaress. Were it not for her insignia, one could tell by the good boots and the fine make up. A pretty one."
Blonde Beate Brunner replied dryly:
"I couldnt care less about the bitch. Lets get it on. There are more of them inside. Perhaps some will offer resistance."
"You sound like you are desperate to get shot."
The Germans disappeared into the breaking dawn, leaving Larissa and the guards behind. They would go nowhere.




City of Minsk, 4.35 hours

She woke up by the strong buzzing sound, like thousands of bees swirling around the house, getting more and more angry by the second. No, it were not bees, it were..
That moment the explosions started. Svetlana Eremenko was upright in the bed. Bombs! An air raid! The Germanskas were coming!
She hurried out of bed and started to put on her uniform. Lida was now awake too. A heavy explosion nearby, the glass of the windows vibrated with a shrill sound.
"Hurry, into the cellar. Hurry, Lida. No time to dress."
"What about you?"
"I must get to the HQ. "
"But..."
"Its my duty. I am a soldier. Now down to the cellar with you."
They kissed and hugged briefly, then Svetlana hurried her companion to the cellar door and down the stairs. She closed the door behind her.
Back to the bedroom and into the boots. More explosions nearby. She grabbed her holster, checked the pistol and out she were.
A bomb hit the house opposite of theirs the moment she left the garden. Glass splinters showered her, one cut deeply into her right cheek. Bleeding, but not really caring, she ran to the staff car parked beside the house. The drivress, supposed to sleep in the car for the night General Eremenko was home with her wife, was nowhere to be seen.
Svetlana cursed and mounted the car. Keys? No keys. Unfortunately, she hadnt learned to start the car without keys like an american gangster girl.
She hesitated only a moment.
A few minutes later, she was in one of Minsks main streets, searching for a ride to the HQ.
She could see the german bombers now in the clear morning sky. Junkers 88 by the look of it. The soviet AA fire was weak and far off the targets. The main barracks to the north were in flames, likewise the old citadel and the grain storage.
A truck appeared, ladden with soldiers.
She simply sprung into the cars way. She wasnt killed, to her own surprise. Somehow the drivress must have recognised her generals insignia.
She boarded the vehicle, helped by a young private with a dirty face and huge blue eyes.
Maybe she would get to the HQ after all...





The elementary school, 4.58 hours

Hauptfrau Katrin Darm of German SET, blonde, blue eyed, the hair in a long plait, was a german Superfrau from barrett to boots. She despised and hated communists, and the sight of three dozen of them struggling bound and gagged on the floor was only second best to seeing them all dead in their blood.
Her section had been in charge of the actual assault on the staff. Everything went well, too well for her taste. They had no opportunity to shoot or stabb a single commie bitch. They had been collected like flowers.
Katrin lit a cigarette, a german one, she equally despised the american cigarettes everyone else smoked. Blewing out smoke, she looked for any problem and found none.
There were explosions and gunfire far off, but not in the vicinity. The whole HQ including the NKVD-company guarding it had been taken out without bloodshed, thanks to the poison guns and the use of a sleeping gas in the quarters of the guard company.
And the good planning and rehearsal of General Skorzeny, Katrin had to admit reluctantly. People more arrogant and confident than herself were hard to find, but Skorzeny beat her easily in that, and she didnt like it the least.
Call the daemons name and there she comes.
Ophelia Skorzeny took in the scene briefly, a sight she must be used to by now, and headed over to Hauptfrau Darm.
"Your section did well, Hauptfrau. So, now for the hard part. The extraction. The airship awaits us in two hours in the marsh aerea to the northwest. Get the important ladies ready to march, leave the others."
"They will be freed again. Shouldnt we..."
"No. No killings. They are unimportant, uniformed secretaries and NKVD-guards. We expect to take millions of prisoners, to work in the fields and factories of the Reich. These few wont be missed. Just leave them here to struggle and mew for a while before their gospodas free them."
"As you order, Frau General."
"Yes I do, Hauptfrau."
With that, the Skorzeny left, leaving an angry Hauptfrau behind. Katrin killed her cigarette under her boot and summoned her NCOs.
Marching the taped up prisoners two hours through the marsh wouldnt be exactly fun. It would be so much easier, and satisfying too, to shoot them all at once, but...
Was the Skorzeny a weakling? It was a possibility. Hadnt the stomach to kill the enemies of the Reich. Not a deadly snake, a cowardly rabbit she was.
This thought let Katrin feel a bit better.
"Get the rabbits, ah, I mean, the commies bitches ready for march!"
"Jawoll, Frau Hauptfrau!"


Hauptfrau Katrin Darm of German SET thinks that only a dead commie is a good commie. And, she thinks Skorzeny to be weak like a rabbit, because she wont kill the captives.
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Pyitkov, 5.41 hours

The street fighting had been vicious. Forced to use their real guns instead of the poison dart weapons, state-of-the-art assault rifles, the german SET had taken a heavy toll on the soviet attackers.
The counterattack to retake the village and the HQ of 4th Soviet Army had begun only thirty minutes ago. It seemed like hours.
Ophelia hated bloody combat. Female killing female, while the real enemy - but back to the problem at hand. They had repulsed the assault with heavy losses to the Russians and only three dead and eight wounded among the SET.
Ophelia had been slightly surprised as the Russians stopped coming a few minutes ago.
Only rallying? Or a new plan?
She didnt want to let her command be encircled. The only purpose of the defensive action was delay, buying time for Hauptfrau Darm and her section to take the about 40 captives away.
Yes, it was time to withdraw.
A last scan with her binoculars of the surroundings, and she gave the command to fall back into the marsh to the north west. Time to catch an airship...



The marsh, 6.16 hours

"Here, Gospoda General, I can easily follow their trail."
"Very good. Hurry, Gospodas. We must get the faschas and rescue our generals."
Svetlana Eremenko urged the soldiers forward into the marsh.
She had learned of the assault on the HQ the hard way, only narrowly escaping captivity herself. Quickly she had gathered a nearby rifle battaillon, to retake the village, but her assault had been repulsed, with horrible losses.
Instead of attacking again, Svetlana had led her force arround the village and into the marsh, as an NCO had told her about a male peasant speaking about russian women led bound and gagged on leashs by dark clad females into it.
One of the soldiers was a siberian hunters daughter and quickly found the trail. And so the hunt was on. She suspected the germans had an airship waiting nearby, hidden in a valley. The Germans ruled the sky. She had seen several groups of the dreaded Stukas and more bombers bound for Minsk. Hopefully Lida and their unborn child were safe in the cellar. She put them from her mind.
How daring of the Faschas to abduct the entire staff of a soviet army! Hadnt she had a night off from duty, she would be among the captives, bound, gagged and on a leash! How humiliating!
They must free the staff, otherwise 4th Army would perish without leadership under the german assault.
The huntress stopped dead in her tracks. She whispered:
"Gospoda General, they are very close now. They arent very fast, with the leashed prisoners."
"Very good. Swarm out, girls, weapons ready. We will try to surprise them for a change."
Svetlana rose her gun and concentrated on the task at hand...



A few hundred feet away, just then...

Beate Brunner scanned the surroundings constantly, her assault rifle at the ready. Her lover Anke Stein, meanwhile theoratically her superior, as the brunette had made Unteroffiziers (corporal) rank, was to her left, obviously more at ease. Ankes group was the vanguard, followed by the second group leading the captives on the leashs, third group was to the rear.
Hauptfrau Darm, an arrogant bitch which Beate didnt like very much, was in the center with the captives, amusing herself with the sight of the politcommissaress with the chinlength black hair and the fine makeup as she struggled along on her leash.
The Brunner wished for a cigarette, but that was out of the question now. She didnt even drink from her canteen. Something was wrong, she could feel it.
The Blonde changed a look with Anke, and the Unteroffizier nodded and headed back to the Hauptfrau.
Beates eyes followed her lover briefly, but returned quickly to the surroundings. There! Was there a flash of light, like sun reflecting from metal? She.. then the shooting started.
The SET to her right fell with a shrill cry, red appearing on her stomach. Beate went down, diving for cover. The Hauptfrau shouted commands, and quickly the captives were brutally guided to the ground by the cruel leashs and the SET returned fire.
She looked around just as the enemy began the assault. Beate took aim and send shot after shot out to the Reds in their shabby, unfitting uniforms. One after the other fell.
Other SET used the assault rifles for longer bursts of several rounds, but less aimed. Both methods were devastating. The Commies fell by the dozens, soon all seeking cover again.
Beate took aim for another shot as a hard fist hit her in the left shoulder. Stunned, she lost her rifle. What was that? She must take up her rifle. Why was she looking into the blue sky? Her shoulder did hurt. Much. She touched it. Her gloved hand came back full of blood.
Then Anke was beside her.
"Hold still, Liebes (Love). I will tend to your wound. Dont move."
Beate showed a wide, silly smile.
"I have been shot. I am wounded in combat."
"Obviously, you silly cow."
"How wonderful."
"What? Maybe you have a headshot too?"
"Thats so great. I mean, I am on a mission, and I am not bound and gagged. No, I am shot and wounded like a real soldier. Anke, thats super. I am so happy."
"You are very mad and very dumb. Dont know why I love you."
"You love me? Its not only sex? I thought it was only sex. You really love me?"
"We should hardly discuss that now. So, that should hold the bleeding. I have to disappoint you. Assuming you are not hit again, you will live. No heroines death for you today."
"Oh. Thats good. I mean, if you love me, we must marry. I know a good begetter. Do you want to deliver our first child? I could too. I want a boy. Everyone wants a girl but..."
"Beate. Shut up, or you will be bound and gagged today after all. The Hauptfrau tries to get the Skorzeny on the radio. She must relieve us, otherwise this wont end well."
"You dont just say that, dont you? That you love me?"
Anke ignored Beate now and robbed away to the Hauptfrau. There was less shooting now. The first attack had been repulsed. Had the commies already encircled them? Beate looked around. Her shoulder hurt. That was good. Wounded in combat. Beate, the bondage madel, as her comrades had nicknamed her, a real warrioress after all. And Anke - loving her? She couldnt think clearly. Perhaps they would all die here today. It must be the wound. Shock - she knew about that. She put her head back to the ground and looked up into the sky. If they would die here, she would die happily...



Beate Brunner is in shock. Is it the bullet that wounded her or the revelation of her sexpartner Anke that she loves her? Probably both.
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[Kurt_Steiner]

Ophelia is going to be mad with the Gospodinas...

The othe readers are gone, not just yours, mine and everyone's, it seems. They will turn back someday, I guess.

[Amona]

Thanks again, Kurt.

Congratulations to your 17.000th post!

[Kurt_Steiner]

17,000? So much? Oh dear, I didn't notice it.

[GrimReaper]

I am back, I just need to catch up

[Amona]

I am back, I just need to catch up

Oh, an old redAAR! Welcome back, Sir!

[GhostWriter]

Amona: What a pleasant day this promised to be, judging by the clear sky and the beginning red dawn.

and, so it begins ! ! wonderful ! !


oh, did you receive my email?

[HistoryMan]

I think I have a lot of back episodes to catch up on - a good way to pass some miserable winter days here! Glad to see the story rumbles on (even if slowly)

[Amona]

Uh, oh, two old readers showing up. I guess I have to continue now.

Glad to have you back, dear Sirs.

@Ghostwriter: Please check your private messages.

[Amona]

XLIX - The Wehrmacht unleashed - part 3


The marshes near Minsk, June 2nd 1940, 6.30 hours

Politcomissaress Larissa Gurewitsch was in shock, deeply so. Being bound, gagged and dragged about on a leash with the generals and officers of the army staff, she envisioned clearly her future as a german slave.
Then the shooting had started, but her gospodas assault had been repulsed. Laying on the ground with the other captives, Larissa observed the Germanskas discussing their fate. She understood their language quite well. The blonde officer had received orders on the radio to make a breakout the moment a diversionary attack would start. If Larissa understood it correctly, she had been ordered to leave the prisoners behind, alive.
New hope rose in the Russian. But now the blonde bitch had drawn her gun, putting it to General Smirnovas head, exclaiming:
"No, these commie bitches wont get away. We will shoot them all. Unteroffizier Stein, shoot the prisoners."
The Russians started to struggle and mew in their gags, but they were helpless.
The Stein, a pretty brunette with shoulder length hair held back by a black leatherband, didnt move a muscle and said coldly, defying her superior:
"No, Hauptfrau. Thats against General Skorzenys order. No killing of helpless prisoners."
"You dare to disobey?"
"It is you who disobeys."
"Very well. So I will do it myself."
With that, the blonde was about to shoot General Smirnova, CinC of 4th Army, in the head.
Suddenly, a soft sigh, and the blonde Hauptfrau collapsed unconsciously beside Larissa. The Stein, who must have taken her superior out, looked down on Smirnova and Larissa. Larissa shivered, cold sweat on her brow.
The brunette Germanska ordered:
"Get ready for the breakout, madels. We leave the prisoners behind. We have to carry the wounded and this would be murderess here with us."
Three minutes later, shooting started to the south. The Germanskas rose and, shooting in all directions, hurried away, carrying their wounded comrades and the blonde Hauptfrau. Then they were gone, and Larissa started to believe that she would really live to see another day.
A short while later, soviet riflegirls swarmed the place, started to free them all.
Her bonds and the gag gone, Larissa rose unsteadily to her feet. She went over to General Eremenko, the deputy commander, who led her liberators.
"You were right in time, Gospoda Eremenko."
The redhead just nodded, then:
"The Germans will pay for that. For everything..."







Airtransportship FRIEDERIKE VON HUTIER, airspace over Eastern Poland,
June 2nd 1940, about 8.15 hours


"You did very well, Unteroffizier Stein. In several respects. You took the section over in combat under fire and led them out safely. And you have shown another kind of courage in defying Hauptfrau Darm. I am proud of you."
Ophelia Skorzeny leaned over and put a kiss of her cool lips on Anke Steins cheek, as was custom in western civilization at such an occasion, even in the military.
The Stein reddened a bit, but then saluted crisply. The Generalmajor offered from her Marlboros. Both lit up and added to the smoking of the other SET, all relieved after the mission.
Beate Brunner and the other wounded had been carried off to sick bay and would be treated with german efficiency.
Aforementioned Katrin Darm just regained consciousness, took in the situation, and sprang angrily to her feet.
"How dare you put me to sleep, Stein. You will pay for that, thats the court martial for..."
The Skorzeny cut her short:
"No. The court martial is for you, my dear. First, for disobeying my orders. And second, and most importantly, for attempting to shoot a helpless captive. Thats a war crime I will not overlook.
Madels, tie up and gag the criminal, and strip her of her insignia."
"What? How dare you! You cant do that to...MMMPPH!"
Anke Stein applied the gag on the blonde with gusto. Quickly, the accused one was tigthly tied and gagged. Katrin Darm was clearly not accustomed to getting the treatment.
Ophelia allowed herself a smile. So much for this bitch.
"Take her to a cell. "
Katrin struggled in her bonds, heavily screaming in the squeaking gag, her face reddening quickly, eyes bulging. Ophelia liked the sight as always.
The blonde was led away. Anke Stein looked after her, probably thinking that it could have easily been she, led away in this fashion.
"Frau Generalmajor, you seem in a good mood. I mean, the mission was a failure."
"Quite to the contrary, Anke. We took out the staff for several hours. When they are back on track, their glorious 4th Army will be all but vanquished. A whole PanzerArmee has smashed into their lines, and General von Richthofen, you know, the Cobra, has her Stuka-corps right on them. This is the SCHWERPUNKT of our assault in the center. The ladies you left behind will not have much left to command."
"I see..."




Road to Dinaburg, USSR, roughly the same time..

"This is Blue-Lead. Be advised Blue three that Blue two took heavy losses in an enemy counter attack. Looks like a whole brigade of soviet tanks. They are into our rear, and will attack the supply columns shortly. Wheel back and engage."
"Understood, Blue-Lead, Blue three engaging."
Berna Uencel changed channels and commanded the platoons of her panzer company into action. As usual, she was standing in the turret, having a better view this way, though exposing herself to enemy fire.
She scanned the surroundings with her binoculars. There, over that ridge, the dust columns. Very well, here we go, she thought. She was cool as ice. She let the company stop on their side of the ridge and left the Panzer, jumping to the ground. Quickly she climbed the ridge and looked down, taking cover behind a bush.
In the valley below, over 50 grayish-green tanks rolled west. T-26, she saw. None were diverted to cover the flank. Their fault.
The Turco-German ran back to the Panzers below and remounted her vehicle. Quickly she gave her orders over the com.
The Panzer IIIs advanced to the top of the ridge, and Berna commanded her company to charge. With full speed, the 20 panzers rolled into the valley, firing in rapid succession. The first volley hit 13 russian tanks, the second 11.
Only then the communist bitches started to react. Their response seemed uncoordinated. So they really had no radios. The T-26 curved wildly in all directions, only some returning fire, and for this occasions, standing still, while the Germans shot on the move, thanks to her modern - and outworldy - technology, the blueprints having been delivered by someone named CONTROL. 8 more T-26 were hit. The Germans were now among the columns, a wild melee started. Grenade splinters shot by as Berna stood in the turret and led her unit. One soviet tank after the other perished in explosions.
It was not on command, but one by one, the Soviets started to disengage and head back. Berna wouldnt allow that.
"Take out the ones fleeing first!" was her command over the circuit.
Finally, the surviving russian crews simply abandoned their vehicles and ran for cover in the bushes.
Berna called for Panzergrenadiers to collect them. Black smoke rose from the burning T-26s into the blue summer sky.
The russian women in their shabby uniforms came out by themselves, hands raised, begging for mercy. The german gunners womaned the turret AA-MG to herd the captives into a group.
"Blue-Lead, this is Blue-Three. Enemy attack repulsed. Tank brigade destroyed. No own losses."
"Repeat, Blue three."
"Soviet tank brigade annihilated, surviving crews abandoned vehicles and surrendered. No, repeat, zero own casualties."
"Well done, Blue Three. Hauptfrau Uencel, thats the Knightress Cross for you."
Yes, Berna thought, tasting the triumph. Much more relaxed than usual when doing so, she lit a Marlboro and indulged in the vice...




Near Bialystok, USSR, same moment...


Janina Patilova had thought life in the Red Army a nightmare, but she had not known war. She had learned better in the last few hours.
It had started with the Stukas, attacking her barracks. The air attack destroyed regimental headquarters, the armory with weapons and ammunition, the food storage, and left over 200 girls dead or gravely wounded.
Of all bitches, the Politcommissaress of Janinas battalion had survived and led the remnants of the regiment out into the field. They had about 100 rifles left for over 1000 women. And 4 bullets per rifle.
But they had their shovels, so they started to dig in. They had experience in that. Their efforts were interrupted by german tanks and halftracks, which cut a wide hole into their perimeter, killed several hundred more of their girls, and rolled deeper inland, leaving the soviet survivors dazzed, confused and in terror, for all those among them not already in this state after the Stukas.
Finally, german infantry on foot arrived. Out of rifle range, they sat up mortars, and then started to kill the inhabitants of one trench section after the other with mortar fire.
The politcommissaress, in terror like everyone else, nonetheless was determined to fight to her last girl. So she ordered a counterattack on the mortar positions. Some with Bayonetts, most with bare hands, the Soviets charged, ranning into german MG fire. The surviving girls barely made it back to the trenches. Two Seargants, older than most girls, took matters in hand, seizing the politcommissar from behind and tying her up with rope, which was there in abundance, thoughtfully being brought along for the many german prisoners they would take.
The protests of the bitch were stopped with medical bandage, stuffed into her mouth and wound around her head.
Waving a white flag and dragging the package with them, the surviving Russians, not more than a hundred, surrendered to the Germans.
Janina was totally exhausted and in deep shock. Her hands were trembling, her uniform torn and her hands and face covered with dirt, blood and gore.
The ordeal was not over. They had to line up, strip to their underwear, and had than taped their ellbows and wrists together behind their back. A rubberball was shoved into each captives mouth, and secured with a broad strip of white shiny tape.
Like a herde of sheep, the russian girls let it happen, Janina just like the rest. Then they were put into four long leashs, and led off, wearing only underwear and boots.
The Germans used whips on them, to make them hurry. Exhausted as they were, they nearly ran, their efforts impeded by the gags.
Janina, would-be dentist, was led away with the others as a slave of the feared Germanskas...



West of Lwow, USSR, June 2nd, 1940, 18.00 hours

The mobile HQ of 4th PanzerArmee rolled through a burning village, not the first one this long day.
Ulla von Manstein looked up from the map table in the APC and stretched.
"Lets have a break. Cigarette, quick!"
An Ensign, a cute blonde thing, hurried to supply the black haired General with a stick and a light. Ulla inhaled deeply, yes, this was good. The Ensign had served her in the nights before already. She looked forward to using the little madel again.
But first things first. This night, they wouldnt sleep at HQ. Caffein, nicotine and other drugs would see to it.
The General wanted to be in Lwow before the next dawn. Her PanzerArmee (Armee, not a corps) had the longest way of all, over Kiev, Rostov, down into the Caucasus and to the Baku oilfields. There was no time to lose. Her Panzerdivisions, aided by Lotte Fiebigs Stukas, had smashed through soviet border defenses in the morning, annihilated enemy tank reserves in the afternoon, and was now marching on Lwow.
All reports showed the Red Army was no worthy adversary for the Wehrmacht and especially her own Armee. It was huge, yes, but badly equipped, even worse led, and poorly trained. And their soldiers even didnt have fitting uniforms, instead shabby things which were draped around their bodies like sacks. What a contrast to the Wehrmacht maidens in their shiny black overknee boots and opera gloves and the camouflage combat dresses.
They passed another column of prisoners, dirty, shocked women in their ugly grey underwear and their fashion crimes they insisted were boots.
A new dispatch came in, a radio operator delivering it to one of her aides.
"What is it?" she asked impatiently, blewing out smoke.
"Von Schweppenburgs Panzercorps has bypassed Lwow in the north. Panzer vanguards are approaching the main road leading out of the city to Kiev. Nearly no organized resistance."
"Good! Her Panzergrenadierdivision will block the city in the north, while the two Panzerdivisions have to keep moving east. This goes even better than expected. I tell you, our biggest problem on the long way to Baku will be mechanical breakdowns."
The staff members laughed at that, all confident that this new big campaign would be another great success.
It will be a triumph for the Reich, Ulla thought. And a triumph for me...



The Kremlin, Moscow, USSR, June 2nd, 1940, 22.30 hours

The meeting of Politburo obviously didnt go well. Outside in the corridor, one could hear the Stalina scream and rage inside. She demanded all front line commanders to be shot. It was treason, all treason, she knew it.
So she was mad after all, mad and weak. Only the weak loose their temper in this way, Katinka Korolenkaja thought. Why had she lasted this long? Probably by shooting everyone near her once in a while. Should have shot anglelike Shmikova. But the NKVD -chief had warned her about the Germans, more than once. She hadnt listened. She listened know, turned to the Shmikova as her one faithfull supporter, while other members of the Buro openly opposed her this evening.
Ilona Shmikova promised the great Stalina the support of NKVD. What a perfect lier this young woman was. In truth, she had other plans, plans in which Katinka, since three weeks commanding the NKVD-Guard battalion at the Kremlin, had a central role.
Was tonight the night? It was possible, company Alfa was on duty, every single girl handpicked by the Shmikova for the task. Could she have known the date of the german attack? And if she had warned the Stalina, she hadnt listened anyway.
The signal for Katinka would be if the Shmikova, at meetings end, when she, as usual, exchanged a few words with her guard Major, would offer her a cigarette for the first time.
After that, on her next round, Katinka herself would alert all the NCOs and sentries on her next round, and then, things would start.
The biggest problem was the company of MWD, the ministry of interior, which had duty at the same time, the Stalina not trusting a single group of guards. But they were unsuspecting. Her girls would deal with them easily, all trained in commando action and experts in unarmed combat. Company Alfa had been together in a camp in the Urals for six months, training for the mission in utmost secrecy.
Katinkas thoughts were interrupted as the meeting took a break. The Stalina went with the Shaposhnikova, the chief of STAVKA, to the radio room for the latest dispatches from the front which was not even 24 hours old.
Others, among them the Shmikova, headed out into the corridor.
The petite brunette approached Katinka and a chitchat began. The NKVD-chief produced a pack of Marlboro, put one between her pretty lips, and obviously out of an impulse offered one to Katinka. The paratrooper turned NKVD-officer kept her pale face impassive and mouthed the offered stick.
Ilona lit up for both of them and they smoked while continuing the conversation.
Finally the meeting was called back to order. Katinka closed the door behind the last member from the outside and started her round to the sentries and posts.
She was not even nervous. Only cold determination was in her, as she approached the first pair of sentries and produced her own Marlboro pack for the simple but effective signal.



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The Kremlin, at midnight...


"Its decided. All army group and army commanders will be seized and shot. Thats the way I deal with traitresses! Next on the list, measures against the Germanskas. The Kruger bitch has betrayed me. I will not rest till the Red Army stands in the ruins of Berlin and the Kruger is a helpless package before me."
The Stalina was still raging, when the door to the chamber opened, and Major Korolenkaja and six guards entered.
The Stalina fumed:
"What is it? German SET have airdropped into Moscow?"
It was the Shmikoa who answered:
"Not exactly. This is a coup d etat. You are hereby temporarily arrested. And next, you are sentenced to death. Followed by your immediate and cruel execution. Katinka, would you be so kind?"
"What? What is the meaning of this? You cant be serious! No! NOOOO!"
The pale, blackhaired Korolenkaja was beside the Stalina in an instant, drawing a huge combat knife. Seizing her at a shoulder, she stabbed the chairwoman of the USSR in the stomach and MOVED the knife left and right.
The Stalina gurgled, unable to scream. Blood and gore dripped to the ground. The other buro members watched in shocked silence as the dictatress died painfully and slowly.
Meanwhile, Ilona Shmikova lit a cigarette and smoked with pleasure.
Katinka said to the dying woman on her knife:
"For the Rodina, you monster."
"AAAAGGGGHH!"was the answer.
The woman went down on her knees, slipped from the knife, fell to the ground. Still alive, she writhed in pain on the floor.
As the Shmikova had finished her smoke, her movements became weaker and slower. Then she lay still.
"So. Anyone opposing me?"
Everyone in the room immediately voiced her consent with the new chairwoman, sending quick glances to the submachineguns of the guards and even more to the knife and the cold black eyes of the Korolenkaja.
"Super. Now, lets get to work. Most naturally, no commandress will be shot. Our army has been surprised and beaten in a single day. German Panzers are already deeply into our lands. Our air force has been destroyed on the ground. The Wehrmacht is superior in technology, leadership, training and morale.
Thats the downside. Anything positive anyone? Yes, Gospoda Shaposhnikova?"
"We must use our natural assets. Womanpower, space, and time, meaning the Rasputiza and the winter. We must delay the Germanskas as much as possible, while we try to build up a modern, strong army that can take them on in battle. And we must fight a partisan war in their rear, to hinder their supply and lines of communication. Furthermore, the Germans attacked several headquarters with their feared SET. We must build up a unit which can do the same to them, like the British with their Commandos."
The Shmikova smiled amiably:
"Fine, fine. This sounds like good advice. Make it so. One other thing. Other than the deceased Dschugaschwilli, I wont interfer with the leading of the war. What for do I have Generals? I need a Commandress in Chief. Any proposal for this post?"
Again the Shaposhnikova:
"General Zhukova is a very promising leadress, she led our forces to victory over the Japanese at Chalkin-Gol last August. She is an advocatress of tank warfare, just what the Germans are practicing."
"Very well, she is hereby appointed. Where is she now?"
"The Stali... aaah the Dschugaschwilli sent her to command a simple tank corps at Odessa, opposite the Romanians. Though they are allied with Germany, there have been no attacks today on this front."
"Immediately order her to Moscow. Not by air, the German fighters rule the sky, she shall come by train or in a fast car."
"As you order, Gospoda Chairwoman."
"So, it was a long day with a quite exciting end. We all should have a good diner. Katinka, please remove the corpse. Burn it and throw the ashes into the river."
"With pleasure, Gospoda Chairwoman."



Air field near Suwalki, german occupied Poland, base of Jagdgeschwader 51,
June 3rd, 1940, 1.20 hours

Some of the pilots still werent sleeping, to powered up by the drugs. Commandress of Squadron 6, and best ace of the Geschwader, Eva Moelders, was among them.
Together with some others she sat in the rest room, reading a kinky magazine and chainsmoking.
Eva was a petite blonde, her long mane in a neat ponytail, perfectly made up eyes, lips and cheeks, and slender limbs like made for the tighhigh boots and long gloves of shiny black PVC.
She just lit another American LM, which she favored over Marlboro, as the Geschwadercommodore entered and snapped:
"Attention, CinC of VIII.Fliegerkorps!"
The aviatrixes rose like one woman. Marlies von Richthofen, the Cobra, her long blonde hair in the characteristic plait, entered and commanded:
"At ease, Maidens."
She directly came over to Eva Moelders.
"Hauptfrau Moelders? Today, your squadron intercepted a large group of enemy fighters pursuing one of my Stuka Groups. You managed to shoot down 34 planes, no less than seven yourself. I personally wanted to congratulate you to this achievement, as you now have passed 50 victories in this war. I will recommend you for the Knightress Cross."
"Oh, thank you, Frau General."
"You are already famous at home. Now we finally meet."
"I am honored, Frau General."
Eva felt a bit embarrassed, but she was also proud. She wanted to be the best ace of the whole German Luftwaffe, the best Ace of the war. And she was on a very good way to achieve just that. The Knightress Cross, that meant she would meet the Fuehra! How wonderful!
"Dont forget about your cigarette, Hauptfrau. Oh, LM, may I test one?"
"Sure, Frau General. Here..."
"Mmmh, a light, quick."
Eva lit the Generals smoke. The von Richthofen blew smoke to the ceiling and then eyed Eva sharply.
"We should celebrate the good start of the campaign with some action. Obviously we both cant sleep tonight. But there is still something else to do in bed, dont you agree?"
"Uuuhh, yes, thats right."
The General smiled in a very hot way and opinioned:
"The Commodore will surely offer her chamber for the occasion."
That was getting better and better, Eva thought....


Eva Moelders is a top fighter ace, but General Marlies von Richthofen (name changed from Manuela on Kurt Steiners request) seems to have another interest in her.
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[Kurt_Steiner]

I'm getting old. I thought I had already commented this chapter...

Well, anyway.... The Germanskas are too confident. They may get a dirty surprise.

Stalina out of the game. Let's see if that gives some ideas to the Germans if Adolfina goes too nuts...

Thanks for rebaptising von Richthofen. Manuela made bleed my eyes.

[Amona]

Well Kurt, "Manuela" is a common girls name in Germany, had two classmates in school with that name. So it was natural to me to use the name for a character. Do you just dislike the name or did you think it didnt really exist?

As you mentioned Adolfina:

I changed the story insofar as there will be no Adolfina Hitler, the German Fuehra is one Margit Krueger, a real blonde Superfrau like Skorzeny. She will be introduced in the next update.