reminds me of a 2 ronnies sketch i saw a while back 
this is a very unusual aar to say the least
this is a very unusual aar to say the least
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I'm hereby claiming the Motivatinal Poster i sent you inspired you to return after all!
2 Things:
1. Female rulers of OTL rarely did guns-blazing Coups. Tsarina Elisabeth is the exeption here. Likewise the men in TTL wou were de-facto rulers might have run the country from behind the scenes or inherited the throne after talking their mommy into changing the succession law.
2. Just as in OTL with women i'd say there probably were several instances, where a Queen was officially in charge, while real power lay with her consort or father. But those cases rarely make it into the official history books let along popular perception of history.
It certainly would improve morale here in the Forum!
Kurt_Steiner: Your support is welcome as always.
Josun Urashima: Thank you. There were male rulers, but they didnt change the matriarchalic predominance, as in our world the few females didnt change the patriarchalic ones.
Regarding a male empire, not on this world, but perhaps there is more than one earth out there
Coinneach: I am unusual.
Neroon: Your picture? Quite possible Sir, quite possible
Certain pictures probably would improve morale, but unfortunately they might collide with the forum rules.
Josun Urashima: Thank you. There were male rulers, but they didnt change the matriarchalic predominance, as in our world the few females didnt change the patriarchalic ones.
Regarding a male empire, not on this world, but perhaps there is more than one earth out there
Coinneach: I am unusual.
Neroon: Your picture? Quite possible Sir, quite possible
Certain pictures probably would improve morale, but unfortunately they might collide with the forum rules.
XLIV- FLOWERS, part 2
XLIV – FLOWERS , part 2
The cafe in Paris, about one hour later
These nasty little bitches, SET-Oberst Susanne von Trotta thought, showing a wry smile outside. Getting bold, arent we? Attacking in clear day light, in cafes and bars, abducting even a dozen german soldiers at once.
And then this. She eyed the neatly arranged uniforms of the german maidens on the chairs, adorned with red, white and blue paper flowers.
Ever since the Manstein abduction in November, the french resistance used these paper flowers to show their defiance. The Flower, a catburglar before the war, had become a heroine of the resistance movement. No one knew who this bitch was, she was not incorporated in their organization, but her coups were already legendary. She always left a flower behind in the hair of her abducted and later released victims.
Well, fresh flowers were hard to get in January in Paris, so the French retorted to paper flowers instead. Naturally, SET had first visited the respective little plants were these were manufactured. And look there, one plant had vanished with every little machine and tool and working gal and boy. No neighbour knew were it had gone. Likewise, no one knew where the abducted soldiers were held. Von Trotta was sure they were still alive, as the bitches had circulated leaflets they wouldnt kill if not pressed. Something pacifist and weak about being the good gals and MOTHER EARTH abhorres of killing.
The bad thing was, it was working, and it was a greater dent to german morale than bloodshed would have been. Since a few days there were even pictures of packaged german maidens on leaflets dropped everywhere.
They had to find the press for the leaflets and the plant for the paper flowers.
Von Trotta mustered the assembled staff of the cafe. They had confessed they hadnt done anything about the abduction, but how could they, faced with weapons? She was sure they cherished the attackers in their mind, perhaps, or probably had assisted them, but she saw no point in arresting them. Some were proposing harsh measures, like shooting one french lady for every german maid abducted, but Susanne thought nothing of that. It would only strengthen resolve and resistance. Hadnt the Führa said we must win the hearts and minds of or european sisters? She had said it on January 1st in her radio address to the german nation. Quite a surprise to most it had been, a real change of policy. Generosity in triumph, the Führa had said.
Well, that included not shooting innocent civilians in Paris and other french cities. Yes, it was already spreading, yesterday there had been cases in Liege and Orleans.
Susanne kept her smile und gestured to one of her aids:
“Leutnant Meyer, bring these people in for further interrogation. And let collect the uniforms. Our prey is gone.”
“Jawoll, Frau Oberst.“
They needed someone inside the enemies organization, and that real quick. There were ways, there always were...
“Achetes les livres”, bookshop in Northern Paris, same time
Natalie Dugarry, owner of the small bookstore, was talking to her cat Aristide like she always did when no customers were around. She was a bit weird you see, but one expects that from a mademoiselle with thick glasses in a bookstore.
Aristide took the mumblings of his mistress with pride and nonchalance, yawning here and there, as if commenting on one point or another.
“Everything is going fine, mon cher. Its time for something big. Do you know whos that? Thats Susanne von Trotta. Susanne is a high officer of German Sondereinsatztruppen, jawoll. We will visit Susanne and her kind and offer her some flowers. – You object? But its fun. The other things are getting boring. I could even use your help mon cher. – Its to dangerous? Come on, you are getting old and fat, thats all. Time for some exercise. – You lust for other exercises? – You naughty little boy.”
She treated the cat with a raised finger.
“You can only think of one thing, like all males. No, you will accompany me and get some action. That will be a surprise for them, and Germans dont like surprises. And that suits me quite well...”
Innocent paper flowers as the symbol of determined resistance. Not quite what the German Superfrauen expected as they rolled into France with their panzers.
XLIV – FLOWERS , part 2
The cafe in Paris, about one hour later
These nasty little bitches, SET-Oberst Susanne von Trotta thought, showing a wry smile outside. Getting bold, arent we? Attacking in clear day light, in cafes and bars, abducting even a dozen german soldiers at once.
And then this. She eyed the neatly arranged uniforms of the german maidens on the chairs, adorned with red, white and blue paper flowers.
Ever since the Manstein abduction in November, the french resistance used these paper flowers to show their defiance. The Flower, a catburglar before the war, had become a heroine of the resistance movement. No one knew who this bitch was, she was not incorporated in their organization, but her coups were already legendary. She always left a flower behind in the hair of her abducted and later released victims.
Well, fresh flowers were hard to get in January in Paris, so the French retorted to paper flowers instead. Naturally, SET had first visited the respective little plants were these were manufactured. And look there, one plant had vanished with every little machine and tool and working gal and boy. No neighbour knew were it had gone. Likewise, no one knew where the abducted soldiers were held. Von Trotta was sure they were still alive, as the bitches had circulated leaflets they wouldnt kill if not pressed. Something pacifist and weak about being the good gals and MOTHER EARTH abhorres of killing.
The bad thing was, it was working, and it was a greater dent to german morale than bloodshed would have been. Since a few days there were even pictures of packaged german maidens on leaflets dropped everywhere.
They had to find the press for the leaflets and the plant for the paper flowers.
Von Trotta mustered the assembled staff of the cafe. They had confessed they hadnt done anything about the abduction, but how could they, faced with weapons? She was sure they cherished the attackers in their mind, perhaps, or probably had assisted them, but she saw no point in arresting them. Some were proposing harsh measures, like shooting one french lady for every german maid abducted, but Susanne thought nothing of that. It would only strengthen resolve and resistance. Hadnt the Führa said we must win the hearts and minds of or european sisters? She had said it on January 1st in her radio address to the german nation. Quite a surprise to most it had been, a real change of policy. Generosity in triumph, the Führa had said.
Well, that included not shooting innocent civilians in Paris and other french cities. Yes, it was already spreading, yesterday there had been cases in Liege and Orleans.
Susanne kept her smile und gestured to one of her aids:
“Leutnant Meyer, bring these people in for further interrogation. And let collect the uniforms. Our prey is gone.”
“Jawoll, Frau Oberst.“
They needed someone inside the enemies organization, and that real quick. There were ways, there always were...
“Achetes les livres”, bookshop in Northern Paris, same time
Natalie Dugarry, owner of the small bookstore, was talking to her cat Aristide like she always did when no customers were around. She was a bit weird you see, but one expects that from a mademoiselle with thick glasses in a bookstore.
Aristide took the mumblings of his mistress with pride and nonchalance, yawning here and there, as if commenting on one point or another.
“Everything is going fine, mon cher. Its time for something big. Do you know whos that? Thats Susanne von Trotta. Susanne is a high officer of German Sondereinsatztruppen, jawoll. We will visit Susanne and her kind and offer her some flowers. – You object? But its fun. The other things are getting boring. I could even use your help mon cher. – Its to dangerous? Come on, you are getting old and fat, thats all. Time for some exercise. – You lust for other exercises? – You naughty little boy.”
She treated the cat with a raised finger.
“You can only think of one thing, like all males. No, you will accompany me and get some action. That will be a surprise for them, and Germans dont like surprises. And that suits me quite well...”
Innocent paper flowers as the symbol of determined resistance. Not quite what the German Superfrauen expected as they rolled into France with their panzers.
So appearantly in this world things are really reversed: First you strip a female of her clothes THEN you give flowers!
Congrats on managing two AARs at the same time BTW! Keep it up.
Yes, i hear female booksellers do the weirdest things!
Congrats on managing two AARs at the same time BTW! Keep it up.
I've find it! If I were to be a character in this AAR, I'll be Aristide.
Let's see what has von Trotta in mind. Something dangerous for the Resistànce, I guess.
It's scaring to see good oldie Adolphine being so common-sensical and "generous"....
And, of course, where is my dear Ophelia?
Let's see what has von Trotta in mind. Something dangerous for the Resistànce, I guess.
It's scaring to see good oldie Adolphine being so common-sensical and "generous"....
And, of course, where is my dear Ophelia?
Amona: Neroon: Unfortunately has to wait until my inspiration hits me again. I will do it justice, and up to now I haven't come up with something adequate.
Amona: OKay, okay, I said I put this one on hold, but hey, I am a woman, I don't need to take care of what I said yesterday. .. So, surprise, surprise, here is an update.
well, my dear, it seems that you have a contradiction here. did you, or did you not, wait for inspiration for your next update?
considering the quality of the two FLOWERS updates, methinks that, in fact, you did not change your mind as both are inspired writings.
Amona: ...She eyed the neatly arranged uniforms of the german maidens on the chairs, adorned with red, white and blue paper flowers.
methinks that those were blue, white, and red flowers... after all, this is the French resistance...
Amona: ...They needed someone inside the enemies organization, and that real quick. There were ways, there always were...
hmmm. that might be difficult to accomplish under these circumstances...
Amona: ...“...That will be a surprise for them, and Germans don't like surprises. And that suits me quite well...”
cool ! !
Amona: ...Innocent paper flowers as the symbol of determined resistance. Not quite what the German Superfrauen expected as they rolled into France with their panzers.
no, not even close to what the German maidens expected ! !
marvelous updates ! !
Amona: OKay, okay, I said I put this one on hold, but hey, I am a woman, I don't need to take care of what I said yesterday. .. So, surprise, surprise, here is an update.
well, my dear, it seems that you have a contradiction here. did you, or did you not, wait for inspiration for your next update?
considering the quality of the two FLOWERS updates, methinks that, in fact, you did not change your mind as both are inspired writings.
Amona: ...She eyed the neatly arranged uniforms of the german maidens on the chairs, adorned with red, white and blue paper flowers.
methinks that those were blue, white, and red flowers...
after all, this is the French resistance...Amona: ...They needed someone inside the enemies organization, and that real quick. There were ways, there always were...
hmmm. that might be difficult to accomplish under these circumstances...
Amona: ...“...That will be a surprise for them, and Germans don't like surprises. And that suits me quite well...”
cool ! !
Amona: ...Innocent paper flowers as the symbol of determined resistance. Not quite what the German Superfrauen expected as they rolled into France with their panzers.
no, not even close to what the German maidens expected ! !
marvelous updates ! !
XLIV Flowers, Part 3
XLIV FLOWERS, Part 3
Interrogation room 3, Gestapo headquarter, Paris, January 21st, 1940, 23.45 hours
„We snatched her out of her bed. A student, living alone.“
„You were quiet?“
„Very quiet, Frau Oberst.“
„Good. Lets hope no one has noticed her disappearance yet. I will starting to work with her immediately. We dont have much time.“
Susanne T... entered the interrogation room and looked sternly down on the french student of politics. The french gal, a diminuitive one, looked defiantly back, but there were already tears on the brink of breaking out.
„So you are of the french resistance.“
„Vive la France!“
„Yes, yes, and all that. I see you are strong in your resolve. But is your family this strong too? I am sure you have two mothers, perhaps sisters and brothers, aunts and uncles. What about their resolve? Are you willing to sacrifice them for your goals?“
„You wouldnt dare to harm them, you...“
„Wouldnt we? We are the evil villainesses in the movie, have you forgotten? You can bet we will dare. If I were you, I would forget my family and start looking elsewhere for company. As what company you will get in one of our camps.“
„You must not touch my family. Please...“
„Well, there are ways to avoid that...“
With some, it was so easy...
Gestapo Headquarter, Backentrance, Paris, January 22nd, 1940, 21.35 hours
The black cat with the green eyes was so cute. The two german sentries at the backside of the building were amusing themselves with it, while a laundry car was loaded beside the entrance. A workress let a sack with laundry slip and cursed, causing the sentries to look over. As they returned their attention to the cat, it was gone. Both shrugged. That were cats for you, free as the wind, coming and going as they liked. To be so free again. But no, they had to guard the building in this cold January night. Too bad. The cat was soon forgotten as the sentries started to think about a warm coffee and a cigarette when her duty would be finished.
Some time later, the new sentries aproached the backentrance from inside, just to be greeted by a handsome, rather muscled male with dark hair and green eyes, who wore a very unfitting gestapo trenchcoat and nothing else. Startled, both looked at the male, who said very unceremoniously „Hello!“ and grinned.
Next both german Superfrauen felt was a very hard fist hitting their chin, sending them into darkness and to the ground.
Whistling a strange melody, the male gripped both unsconscious women at the necks of their uniforms and dragged them into a storage room nearby. The smell of soap was strong inside. Some thoughtfull maiden had readied some duct tape in here, and in a few moments both german soldiers had lost their uniforms and were bound and gagged with tape.
The male left the storage room and headed to the backentrance, again whistling on the way. He encountered no one else, until he met the laundry workresses, who didnt seem surprised to see him. Natalie Dugarry grinned:
„Ah, my Aristide, you look so sexy in this trenchcoat.“
„Would prefer a smoking and atleast some underwear.“
„We will find a lady in your category, rest assured. You will look great in black uniform and boots and with such a cap.“
„Lets get to business, mistress.“
Aristide brought the two women over to the storage room, where they grinned down on the germans and then donned their uniforms. In this way, they approached the sentries outside.
Which joined the two bound ones a few minutes later.
Now it was time to bring some more muscle in. A truck stopped at the backentrance and spilled some armed french maidens out.
Natalie Dugarry and Aristide watched, as the french maidens started to infiltrate the building.
The blackhaired male said:
„I am afraid it wont go without some violence.“
„I hope not. Its our mission to prevent that. Ready for the mission, my pet cat?“
„Miow!“
„Thats my Aristide!“
The Germans didnt expect french gals invading their offices armed, here, in the center of the Superfrauens might in Paris. So, one by one or two by two, they were overwhelmed and packaged.
The bookseller and her male companion in the trenchcoat and nothing else spearheaded meanwhile a group on their way to the prison cells. Natalie used her small spezial device on the two sentries at the entrance, who felt a strong desire to smoke, only to feel to their horror their cigarettes becoming gags in their mouths. Both were overwhelmed easily.
A resistance gal asked Natalie:
„Where do you get that stuff? Its phenomenal.“
„A gift I received a long time ago. A very long time, I am afraid. Ist a miracle the device is still functioning. Now lets package these two here and then free the prisoners.“
Aristide mentioned the SET officer in charge here and Natalie nodded:
„Yes, we must take care of her.“
„Whats with the other Germans?“
„We cant take them all with us. A night in bondage must suffice for them. We take only the officers. And dont forget to place the paper flowers everywhere.“
Yes, I am armed and dangerous.
An office, Gestapo Headquarter Paris, a few minutes later
Beethoven was the queen of music, no doubt about that. To listen to her eased Susanne XXs headache a bit. She sighed and nipped at her french wine, closing her eyes. Her SET rank had ist benefits. She thought about calling it a day and heading of to her quarter over in the SET barracks, where she owned a spacy apartment. The enemies of the Reich would have to do without her this night.
The operation was off to a good start. The french student would be released and again join the ranks of the resistance, a mole in their organisation, reporting to her about impeding operations and plans. So far, so good.
She felt the sudden urge for a cigarette, and went with it. Putting a filtered stick between her lips, she searched for her matches as... suddenly a large object filled her mouth and all strength sapped from her. She groaned and her eyes went wild. The object potruded from her cigarette, and... how could this be? What? Before she could do anything, the door to her office opened, and a diminuitive lady and a big darkhaired male entered.
„Hello, Madame von Trotha. Or shall I call you Susanne? What a nice name for a nice gal. Any problems? Wait, we will help you with that.“
Susanne reached for her gun, but she was to weak, her fingers trembling, her hand shaking. The male gripped her by the arms from behind and half lifted her out of her chair. She groaned. How strong he was!
The french lady removed the cigarette from Susannes mouth, the object in her orifice vanished, to be replaced by a thick wad of cloth. The gag was secured by a broad white silk scarf bound tightly across her mouth, tied off at her neck. To her horror, the sinister male started to remove her clothes. Soon she only had her underwear left, which drew a approving comment from the little french. It had been bought here in Paris, to be sure.
What was going on? It must be an assault on the headquarter itself. The bastards, how dared they! But their operation was going well, she could see, as she was led outside her office to meet several bound and gagged other SET and Gestapo agents in the corridors.
By the goddess of revenge and death, this might really succeed. She struggled against the ropes that now bound her, but to no avail. The huntress had become the prey. A pretty prey, as the little french gal assured her with a shy smile...
So, Fraulein von Trotta, the huntress has become the hunted. And is caught. What a nasty surprise.
Gestapo headquarter, Paris, about two hours later
As the next shift of gestapo officers came in, they were first surprised to find no sentries in attendance. Drawing their weapons, clearly alarmed, they entered the building. Inside they found the prisoners all gone, the encryptionmachines stolen, likewise important papers, and a good number of german gals in their underwear tightly bound and gagged. Everything was adorned with paper flowers in the colors of the tricolore.
Some of the hapless victims were released of their cruel gags to reveal that the highranking officers and specialists had been abducted.
The french resistance had landed a major blow to the german occupation force of Paris.
The streets of Paris, same night, about the same time
The german guard post was well positioned at the crossroads overlooking the way out of the city to the south. An Unteroffizier (corporal) and four maidens, a sandbagged machinegun, barbed wire all around - no one would leave the city here, if it came to this determined and businesslike german warrioresses.
Deep in the cold night, two trucks approached the post. Just as they came nearer, all five Germans suddenly felt the urge to smoke. The rest was childsplay. Natalie Dugarry activated her strange device in it`s second function and all five maidens tumbled moaning to the ground.
She, Aristide, and four other resistance fighters hurried over, removed the barbed wire and let the trucks with the packaged gestapo agents pass. Then they took to binding and gagging the german guards, finally adorning them with paper flowers. And so Susanne von Trotha and a bunch of other Nazi agents left the city to a secure location at the countryside.
It was the Flowers biggest coup up to date. It would not be her last.
XLIV FLOWERS, Part 3
Interrogation room 3, Gestapo headquarter, Paris, January 21st, 1940, 23.45 hours
„We snatched her out of her bed. A student, living alone.“
„You were quiet?“
„Very quiet, Frau Oberst.“
„Good. Lets hope no one has noticed her disappearance yet. I will starting to work with her immediately. We dont have much time.“
Susanne T... entered the interrogation room and looked sternly down on the french student of politics. The french gal, a diminuitive one, looked defiantly back, but there were already tears on the brink of breaking out.
„So you are of the french resistance.“
„Vive la France!“
„Yes, yes, and all that. I see you are strong in your resolve. But is your family this strong too? I am sure you have two mothers, perhaps sisters and brothers, aunts and uncles. What about their resolve? Are you willing to sacrifice them for your goals?“
„You wouldnt dare to harm them, you...“
„Wouldnt we? We are the evil villainesses in the movie, have you forgotten? You can bet we will dare. If I were you, I would forget my family and start looking elsewhere for company. As what company you will get in one of our camps.“
„You must not touch my family. Please...“
„Well, there are ways to avoid that...“
With some, it was so easy...
Gestapo Headquarter, Backentrance, Paris, January 22nd, 1940, 21.35 hours
The black cat with the green eyes was so cute. The two german sentries at the backside of the building were amusing themselves with it, while a laundry car was loaded beside the entrance. A workress let a sack with laundry slip and cursed, causing the sentries to look over. As they returned their attention to the cat, it was gone. Both shrugged. That were cats for you, free as the wind, coming and going as they liked. To be so free again. But no, they had to guard the building in this cold January night. Too bad. The cat was soon forgotten as the sentries started to think about a warm coffee and a cigarette when her duty would be finished.
Some time later, the new sentries aproached the backentrance from inside, just to be greeted by a handsome, rather muscled male with dark hair and green eyes, who wore a very unfitting gestapo trenchcoat and nothing else. Startled, both looked at the male, who said very unceremoniously „Hello!“ and grinned.
Next both german Superfrauen felt was a very hard fist hitting their chin, sending them into darkness and to the ground.
Whistling a strange melody, the male gripped both unsconscious women at the necks of their uniforms and dragged them into a storage room nearby. The smell of soap was strong inside. Some thoughtfull maiden had readied some duct tape in here, and in a few moments both german soldiers had lost their uniforms and were bound and gagged with tape.
The male left the storage room and headed to the backentrance, again whistling on the way. He encountered no one else, until he met the laundry workresses, who didnt seem surprised to see him. Natalie Dugarry grinned:
„Ah, my Aristide, you look so sexy in this trenchcoat.“
„Would prefer a smoking and atleast some underwear.“
„We will find a lady in your category, rest assured. You will look great in black uniform and boots and with such a cap.“
„Lets get to business, mistress.“
Aristide brought the two women over to the storage room, where they grinned down on the germans and then donned their uniforms. In this way, they approached the sentries outside.
Which joined the two bound ones a few minutes later.
Now it was time to bring some more muscle in. A truck stopped at the backentrance and spilled some armed french maidens out.
Natalie Dugarry and Aristide watched, as the french maidens started to infiltrate the building.
The blackhaired male said:
„I am afraid it wont go without some violence.“
„I hope not. Its our mission to prevent that. Ready for the mission, my pet cat?“
„Miow!“
„Thats my Aristide!“
The Germans didnt expect french gals invading their offices armed, here, in the center of the Superfrauens might in Paris. So, one by one or two by two, they were overwhelmed and packaged.
The bookseller and her male companion in the trenchcoat and nothing else spearheaded meanwhile a group on their way to the prison cells. Natalie used her small spezial device on the two sentries at the entrance, who felt a strong desire to smoke, only to feel to their horror their cigarettes becoming gags in their mouths. Both were overwhelmed easily.
A resistance gal asked Natalie:
„Where do you get that stuff? Its phenomenal.“
„A gift I received a long time ago. A very long time, I am afraid. Ist a miracle the device is still functioning. Now lets package these two here and then free the prisoners.“
Aristide mentioned the SET officer in charge here and Natalie nodded:
„Yes, we must take care of her.“
„Whats with the other Germans?“
„We cant take them all with us. A night in bondage must suffice for them. We take only the officers. And dont forget to place the paper flowers everywhere.“
Yes, I am armed and dangerous.
An office, Gestapo Headquarter Paris, a few minutes later
Beethoven was the queen of music, no doubt about that. To listen to her eased Susanne XXs headache a bit. She sighed and nipped at her french wine, closing her eyes. Her SET rank had ist benefits. She thought about calling it a day and heading of to her quarter over in the SET barracks, where she owned a spacy apartment. The enemies of the Reich would have to do without her this night.
The operation was off to a good start. The french student would be released and again join the ranks of the resistance, a mole in their organisation, reporting to her about impeding operations and plans. So far, so good.
She felt the sudden urge for a cigarette, and went with it. Putting a filtered stick between her lips, she searched for her matches as... suddenly a large object filled her mouth and all strength sapped from her. She groaned and her eyes went wild. The object potruded from her cigarette, and... how could this be? What? Before she could do anything, the door to her office opened, and a diminuitive lady and a big darkhaired male entered.
„Hello, Madame von Trotha. Or shall I call you Susanne? What a nice name for a nice gal. Any problems? Wait, we will help you with that.“
Susanne reached for her gun, but she was to weak, her fingers trembling, her hand shaking. The male gripped her by the arms from behind and half lifted her out of her chair. She groaned. How strong he was!
The french lady removed the cigarette from Susannes mouth, the object in her orifice vanished, to be replaced by a thick wad of cloth. The gag was secured by a broad white silk scarf bound tightly across her mouth, tied off at her neck. To her horror, the sinister male started to remove her clothes. Soon she only had her underwear left, which drew a approving comment from the little french. It had been bought here in Paris, to be sure.
What was going on? It must be an assault on the headquarter itself. The bastards, how dared they! But their operation was going well, she could see, as she was led outside her office to meet several bound and gagged other SET and Gestapo agents in the corridors.
By the goddess of revenge and death, this might really succeed. She struggled against the ropes that now bound her, but to no avail. The huntress had become the prey. A pretty prey, as the little french gal assured her with a shy smile...
So, Fraulein von Trotta, the huntress has become the hunted. And is caught. What a nasty surprise.
Gestapo headquarter, Paris, about two hours later
As the next shift of gestapo officers came in, they were first surprised to find no sentries in attendance. Drawing their weapons, clearly alarmed, they entered the building. Inside they found the prisoners all gone, the encryptionmachines stolen, likewise important papers, and a good number of german gals in their underwear tightly bound and gagged. Everything was adorned with paper flowers in the colors of the tricolore.
Some of the hapless victims were released of their cruel gags to reveal that the highranking officers and specialists had been abducted.
The french resistance had landed a major blow to the german occupation force of Paris.
The streets of Paris, same night, about the same time
The german guard post was well positioned at the crossroads overlooking the way out of the city to the south. An Unteroffizier (corporal) and four maidens, a sandbagged machinegun, barbed wire all around - no one would leave the city here, if it came to this determined and businesslike german warrioresses.
Deep in the cold night, two trucks approached the post. Just as they came nearer, all five Germans suddenly felt the urge to smoke. The rest was childsplay. Natalie Dugarry activated her strange device in it`s second function and all five maidens tumbled moaning to the ground.
She, Aristide, and four other resistance fighters hurried over, removed the barbed wire and let the trucks with the packaged gestapo agents pass. Then they took to binding and gagging the german guards, finally adorning them with paper flowers. And so Susanne von Trotha and a bunch of other Nazi agents left the city to a secure location at the countryside.
It was the Flowers biggest coup up to date. It would not be her last.
Skor...!
Wait, wait, that's another AAR, and Ophelia is not in this update...
Aristide the cat turned into a man?
Maow... I'm getting lost...
Well, the Flower is going to put himself on the top of the priorities of the GESTAPO for this.
Excellent chapter, my Lady General.
How odd. Two days ago I was musing about Ophelia...
Wait, wait, that's another AAR, and Ophelia is not in this update...
Aristide the cat turned into a man?
Maow... I'm getting lost...
Well, the Flower is going to put himself on the top of the priorities of the GESTAPO for this.
Excellent chapter, my Lady General.
How odd. Two days ago I was musing about Ophelia...
I've always said smoking is bad for you, but do those women listen... noooo. Must be related to Mrs Neroon, i guess .
Great to see you are back in action!
.Great to see you are back in action!
LOL! Use the force Kurt Steiner! :rofl:How odd. Two days ago I was musing about Ophelia...
I told her about a million times... I was tempted to say so to Ophelia, but she had a Luger on her lovely hand, so I thought:
"There is no hurry. No hurry at all".
I should do... I shall do...
Ghostwriter, Neroon, Kurt_Steiner:
Thanks as usual for your support and interest.
I hope I am finally back and updates will coming more often now.
At least thats what I promised myself for the new year.
Kurt_Steiner: Dont worry, Ophelia will be back soon. And with a bang!
Update to follow.
Thanks as usual for your support and interest.
I hope I am finally back and updates will coming more often now.
At least thats what I promised myself for the new year.
Kurt_Steiner: Dont worry, Ophelia will be back soon. And with a bang!
Update to follow.
XLIV Flowers, Part 4
XLIV FLOWERS, part 4
A cellar, an old warehouse, Paris, France, January 22nd, 1940, 1.30 hours
„This one is no German. A French, probably a german spy nonetheless.“
„I see.“
„Mmmppf!“
„You protest, dear?“
„Mmmppff!“
„Obviously. That was to be expected. Bring her over for an interrogation.“
Josephine Lenglen was uprighted, her footties loosened, and she brought over to another room, a makeshift office. There she was seated and her gag removed.
Naturally, the tennis star was in a very foul mood. Nevertheless she remained silent now, just starring up at her captors.
The obvious leadress of the resistance group and the gal who had captored her looked grimly back.
The leadress made a thoughtfull expression.
„I know her from somewhere. It is... no, it eludes me. But I am sure I have seen her before.“
„I am Josephine Lenglen, tennis player, three times winner of Wimbledon, for example. And NO german spy.“
„Yes, now I remember her. I saw her in the French Open last summer. She was wonderful. Showed it to this boche bitch. Why do you think shes a spy, Madeline?“
„She acted suspiciously. She approached us and wanted to meet the resistance. And she was arrogant and aggressive.“
„You bitch, you provoked me. To blind to see that we are all french, no matter our social standing. You wanted to believe I am a spy.“
„Shut up, bitch, else we gag you again.“
„Wait, wait, ladies. We can solve this problem. Madeline, I dont think she is a german spy. In peace, she often spoke against the fascists, even boycotted tournaments in Germany and Italy. And she fought in the war.“
„I was taken prisoner by the Boches but escaped their clutches. Just to fall into your clutches instead. This way we do the Germans work.“
„You are right, Madam Lenglen. Release her, Madeline.“
Madeline grumbled, but obeyed. The Lenglen lost her bonds and rose. She looked down on her underwear and said sardonically:
„It is fine you left my garnments in the cafe. Care to give me something to wear?“
The leadress said:
„We will find something for you. I am Charlotte Debustierre, former Colonel of French Army. Welcome back in Paris, Lady Lenglen.“
Josephine took the offered hand, but her anger still burned deep in her. Not a good start, sure as hell not.
The old warehouse, later in the night
„Lady Lenglen, this is Natalie Dugarry, a very brave and very resourceful bookseller, and her male friend Aristide.“
Josephines hair at the neck rose as she looked into the small ladys eyes. She knew these eyes. They had looked at her from behind a mask, after packaging her in her own bedroom before the war, stealing all her victory trinkets from Wimbledon and elsewhere. Charlotte Debustierres next sentence made it clearer even still:
„The idea of adorning the scenes of our abductions with paper flowers is from her. Nice touch, isnt it?“
„Sure,“ Josephine hissed.
Natalie smiled, and this Aristide grinned without shame at her. She knew that she knew, the snake.
“Are bookselling and resistance work your only occupations, Mademoiselle?”
“Oh, before the war I had several other satisfying hobbies. Collecting and this kind of things. But now, in the grave situation, I refrained from indulging in my old habits.”
“Oh, collections. Might I see some of them if time allows?”
“Maybe. They are very rare pieces.”
“I believe that immediately.”
The Duggarry beamed at Josephine, while the tennis stars voice and stare were icecold. Colonel Debustierre knew there was something hidden going on, but she couldnt quite make it out. Better to leave that to the two ladies.
Josephine turned to the male, who starred at her with barely hidden lust.
“Never seen a woman in her panties?”
“Seldom one as beautiful as you,” the insolent guy dared to answer.
Natalie made a step between the two, as it seemed Josephine might physically attack the male.
“Its time for us to go. The raid on the Gestapo HQ was very successfull. The Germans will be very agitated the next days. We better keep a low profile for a while.”
The leadress asked:
“The packages are on their way to the hideout in the landscape?”
“They are, and everything should be okay. Well, we are on our way now too. Aristide, will you please?”
“Sure, Mistress. Good night, Mistress Josephine.”
Josephine just snorted.
She would get her trophies back, once this damned war was over. And she would see this Duggary sl*t in prison for stealing them and packaging her. As sure as the Boches would loose this war in the end.
Natalie Duggarry, alias the FLOWER, seems to find comfort in Lenglens icy stare. A really unusual bookseller, this little lady.
Aristide, the human, reveals a quite unhealthy lust for females. Unhealthy that is, in the Lenglens presence.
XLIV FLOWERS, part 4
A cellar, an old warehouse, Paris, France, January 22nd, 1940, 1.30 hours
„This one is no German. A French, probably a german spy nonetheless.“
„I see.“
„Mmmppf!“
„You protest, dear?“
„Mmmppff!“
„Obviously. That was to be expected. Bring her over for an interrogation.“
Josephine Lenglen was uprighted, her footties loosened, and she brought over to another room, a makeshift office. There she was seated and her gag removed.
Naturally, the tennis star was in a very foul mood. Nevertheless she remained silent now, just starring up at her captors.
The obvious leadress of the resistance group and the gal who had captored her looked grimly back.
The leadress made a thoughtfull expression.
„I know her from somewhere. It is... no, it eludes me. But I am sure I have seen her before.“
„I am Josephine Lenglen, tennis player, three times winner of Wimbledon, for example. And NO german spy.“
„Yes, now I remember her. I saw her in the French Open last summer. She was wonderful. Showed it to this boche bitch. Why do you think shes a spy, Madeline?“
„She acted suspiciously. She approached us and wanted to meet the resistance. And she was arrogant and aggressive.“
„You bitch, you provoked me. To blind to see that we are all french, no matter our social standing. You wanted to believe I am a spy.“
„Shut up, bitch, else we gag you again.“
„Wait, wait, ladies. We can solve this problem. Madeline, I dont think she is a german spy. In peace, she often spoke against the fascists, even boycotted tournaments in Germany and Italy. And she fought in the war.“
„I was taken prisoner by the Boches but escaped their clutches. Just to fall into your clutches instead. This way we do the Germans work.“
„You are right, Madam Lenglen. Release her, Madeline.“
Madeline grumbled, but obeyed. The Lenglen lost her bonds and rose. She looked down on her underwear and said sardonically:
„It is fine you left my garnments in the cafe. Care to give me something to wear?“
The leadress said:
„We will find something for you. I am Charlotte Debustierre, former Colonel of French Army. Welcome back in Paris, Lady Lenglen.“
Josephine took the offered hand, but her anger still burned deep in her. Not a good start, sure as hell not.
The old warehouse, later in the night
„Lady Lenglen, this is Natalie Dugarry, a very brave and very resourceful bookseller, and her male friend Aristide.“
Josephines hair at the neck rose as she looked into the small ladys eyes. She knew these eyes. They had looked at her from behind a mask, after packaging her in her own bedroom before the war, stealing all her victory trinkets from Wimbledon and elsewhere. Charlotte Debustierres next sentence made it clearer even still:
„The idea of adorning the scenes of our abductions with paper flowers is from her. Nice touch, isnt it?“
„Sure,“ Josephine hissed.
Natalie smiled, and this Aristide grinned without shame at her. She knew that she knew, the snake.
“Are bookselling and resistance work your only occupations, Mademoiselle?”
“Oh, before the war I had several other satisfying hobbies. Collecting and this kind of things. But now, in the grave situation, I refrained from indulging in my old habits.”
“Oh, collections. Might I see some of them if time allows?”
“Maybe. They are very rare pieces.”
“I believe that immediately.”
The Duggarry beamed at Josephine, while the tennis stars voice and stare were icecold. Colonel Debustierre knew there was something hidden going on, but she couldnt quite make it out. Better to leave that to the two ladies.
Josephine turned to the male, who starred at her with barely hidden lust.
“Never seen a woman in her panties?”
“Seldom one as beautiful as you,” the insolent guy dared to answer.
Natalie made a step between the two, as it seemed Josephine might physically attack the male.
“Its time for us to go. The raid on the Gestapo HQ was very successfull. The Germans will be very agitated the next days. We better keep a low profile for a while.”
The leadress asked:
“The packages are on their way to the hideout in the landscape?”
“They are, and everything should be okay. Well, we are on our way now too. Aristide, will you please?”
“Sure, Mistress. Good night, Mistress Josephine.”
Josephine just snorted.
She would get her trophies back, once this damned war was over. And she would see this Duggary sl*t in prison for stealing them and packaging her. As sure as the Boches would loose this war in the end.
Natalie Duggarry, alias the FLOWER, seems to find comfort in Lenglens icy stare. A really unusual bookseller, this little lady.
Aristide, the human, reveals a quite unhealthy lust for females. Unhealthy that is, in the Lenglens presence.
She's back! Wonderful way to start the year!
One is never bored of seeing a woman in her garnments, I think.
Aristide, anyway, should put himself together a bit, otherwise he will find himself without his whiskers...
One is never bored of seeing a woman in her garnments, I think.
Aristide, anyway, should put himself together a bit, otherwise he will find himself without his whiskers...
XLV - Gobbling up Minors, part 1
XLV - GOBBLING UP MINORS, part 1
Desert in Texas, US-Mexican border, 12th February 1940, 15.20 hours
Kate Prescott was bored, to say the very least. Again she trained her binoculars on the bushes on the other side of the small river making up the border, rewarded with nothing but the sight of moving dust.
Her college, Nancy Wilmer, sipped Coffee and didnt even pretend to watch. Here they were, for the hundredst time looking out for refugees from Mexico, fleeing the fascist country and ist oppressive regime. They were not send back, no, we were too humanitarian for that. But cant have them run around wild in the country, can we? They were confined in big camps, without work and without much hope. And their job was it to bring it all about.
Not that there was not the occasional spy among the newcomers, but was it an acceptable solution to put them all together behind barbed wire? No madam, if one asked Kate Prescott, Officer of Texan Border Patrol.
She was so sick of it. Boring AND unjust together, that was just too much to bear.
„I will resign. I will go, I promise Nancy. If only the answer from the FBI would come.“
„You and the FBI? Chasing bankrobbresses? Uh, as you speak of answer, there was a letter for you in the office, came late. I took it with me...“
„By the goddess, give it to me, by all means!“
„Where is it? Havent I put it in here?“
„Come on!“
„I am just kidding. Here it is, my FBI gal.“
Kate opened it with flying fingers. She readed quickly, then clenched a fist and screamed:
„Yeah, this is it. I will be one of the Delta girls!“
Nancy mustered the tall blonde with the blue eyes with new respect.
„You past their test?“
„You bet I did. Its all here. Oh gal, how I longed for this new job, you can hardly imagine. Deltas, here I come...“
Kate Prescott is very keen on joining the Deltas. Will she get along with Amy and Maria? We shall see soon enough.
Government building, Stockholm, Sweden, 14th February 1940, 10.05 hours
There were screams of anger, disgust and despair from the assembled government of Sweden, the opposition included and the leadresses of parliament. About 40 ladies all in all. Ophelia Skorzeny would have known a fitting solution to restore order in the room, a quiet solution in ist very sense, but unfortunately, the swedish fascists were enjoying the noise, and so Ophelia had conceded them the fun for once.
Training and orders called for tight gags on all victims of such an operation, and the german SETs, in civilian clothes among the swedish freedom fighters, clearly disapproved.
One Leutnant even approached the Skorzeny to complain about it, send away with a shrug and a smile.
Radio calls from all operatives came in, the missions were nearly all successfull. The Swedes, so secure in their neutrality, so good friends with the german people, had fallen without a shot. German Paratroopers and Marines were securing their ports, airbases and army barracks. Bomber of the Luftwaffe circled over major cities, threating with death and destruction in case of the slightest resistance. And to boot, the enemy within had risen to assault the very order of the swedish state. The fascist movement was strong in this country from the beginning, but seemingly harmless, concentrating on fetish wear and joyfull festivities, all the spicy details Germany was now famous for. Nothing to really worry about. They visited Germany? Why not? That they had been trained there in commando and guerilla warfare was a tightly kept secret.
And who suspected them to attack out of a sudden, together with numerous german tourists, in reality the infamous german SET?
It was Ophelias biggest operation up to date, and a smashing success allowing her mood to risen. There was nearly no fatal casualty of the whole affair, and that suited our villainess most. If they only could take over all the world this way.
Naturally, the installation of a puppet state in Sweden would be followed by the invasion of Denmark and Norway, to secure the Reichs northern flank and to gain priceless bases against United Queendom.
The Blonde allowed herself a smile and a cigarette, blending out the uproar of protest from the bound politicians.
Sweden had fallen like a ripe fruit to the Reich. The Führa would be pleased indeed...
Skorzeny victorious this time. The Germans seem unstoppable in Europe. Will noone come to the rescue?
XLV - GOBBLING UP MINORS, part 1
Desert in Texas, US-Mexican border, 12th February 1940, 15.20 hours
Kate Prescott was bored, to say the very least. Again she trained her binoculars on the bushes on the other side of the small river making up the border, rewarded with nothing but the sight of moving dust.
Her college, Nancy Wilmer, sipped Coffee and didnt even pretend to watch. Here they were, for the hundredst time looking out for refugees from Mexico, fleeing the fascist country and ist oppressive regime. They were not send back, no, we were too humanitarian for that. But cant have them run around wild in the country, can we? They were confined in big camps, without work and without much hope. And their job was it to bring it all about.
Not that there was not the occasional spy among the newcomers, but was it an acceptable solution to put them all together behind barbed wire? No madam, if one asked Kate Prescott, Officer of Texan Border Patrol.
She was so sick of it. Boring AND unjust together, that was just too much to bear.
„I will resign. I will go, I promise Nancy. If only the answer from the FBI would come.“
„You and the FBI? Chasing bankrobbresses? Uh, as you speak of answer, there was a letter for you in the office, came late. I took it with me...“
„By the goddess, give it to me, by all means!“
„Where is it? Havent I put it in here?“
„Come on!“
„I am just kidding. Here it is, my FBI gal.“
Kate opened it with flying fingers. She readed quickly, then clenched a fist and screamed:
„Yeah, this is it. I will be one of the Delta girls!“
Nancy mustered the tall blonde with the blue eyes with new respect.
„You past their test?“
„You bet I did. Its all here. Oh gal, how I longed for this new job, you can hardly imagine. Deltas, here I come...“
Kate Prescott is very keen on joining the Deltas. Will she get along with Amy and Maria? We shall see soon enough.
Government building, Stockholm, Sweden, 14th February 1940, 10.05 hours
There were screams of anger, disgust and despair from the assembled government of Sweden, the opposition included and the leadresses of parliament. About 40 ladies all in all. Ophelia Skorzeny would have known a fitting solution to restore order in the room, a quiet solution in ist very sense, but unfortunately, the swedish fascists were enjoying the noise, and so Ophelia had conceded them the fun for once.
Training and orders called for tight gags on all victims of such an operation, and the german SETs, in civilian clothes among the swedish freedom fighters, clearly disapproved.
One Leutnant even approached the Skorzeny to complain about it, send away with a shrug and a smile.
Radio calls from all operatives came in, the missions were nearly all successfull. The Swedes, so secure in their neutrality, so good friends with the german people, had fallen without a shot. German Paratroopers and Marines were securing their ports, airbases and army barracks. Bomber of the Luftwaffe circled over major cities, threating with death and destruction in case of the slightest resistance. And to boot, the enemy within had risen to assault the very order of the swedish state. The fascist movement was strong in this country from the beginning, but seemingly harmless, concentrating on fetish wear and joyfull festivities, all the spicy details Germany was now famous for. Nothing to really worry about. They visited Germany? Why not? That they had been trained there in commando and guerilla warfare was a tightly kept secret.
And who suspected them to attack out of a sudden, together with numerous german tourists, in reality the infamous german SET?
It was Ophelias biggest operation up to date, and a smashing success allowing her mood to risen. There was nearly no fatal casualty of the whole affair, and that suited our villainess most. If they only could take over all the world this way.
Naturally, the installation of a puppet state in Sweden would be followed by the invasion of Denmark and Norway, to secure the Reichs northern flank and to gain priceless bases against United Queendom.
The Blonde allowed herself a smile and a cigarette, blending out the uproar of protest from the bound politicians.
Sweden had fallen like a ripe fruit to the Reich. The Führa would be pleased indeed...
Skorzeny victorious this time. The Germans seem unstoppable in Europe. Will noone come to the rescue?
Sweden out (Johan, erm..., Johanna may not be quite happy about that). The rest of Scandinavia ripe for the taking... good, good...
Not as half as I am with the actions of my two dearest ladies, Amona and Ophelia.
I was going to suggest that if my Lady Ophelia needs some volunteer to practise her gagging habilities, she can count with me, but, bearing in mind Ophelia's opinion about males... well... when she softens her mood a bit
Not as half as I am with the actions of my two dearest ladies, Amona and Ophelia.
I was going to suggest that if my Lady Ophelia needs some volunteer to practise her gagging habilities, she can count with me, but, bearing in mind Ophelia's opinion about males... well... when she softens her mood a bit
XLV - GOBBLING UP MINORS, Part 2
Mellowmouth Castle, Scotland, United Queendom, February 27th 1940, 14.30 hours
„And here we have the dutch company we currently train, your majesty.“
„Fine, fine. All good maidens, I am sure. But, where is Colonel Mountbatten? I have a few questions for her.“
„Well, I am sure that I can answer all the questions about our outfit. Colonel Mounbatten is on a mission, and...“
„She better be, Captain Stockbottom, she better be. You know her well, dont you?“
„Uh, yes...“
„Does she play tennis often?“
„Beatrix, this surely isnt the place to...“
„I decide where and when the place is, my dear. You are very evasive about this matter. Did you play tennis with Lady Knight Mounbatten or did you play TENNIS?“
Justine Stockbottom wished to be anywhere but here, in the middle of this shocking and embarrassing battle between the dutch queen and her husband, but there she was, left to her own devices.
She tried her best to overcome the moment.
„Perhaps we should continue the tour. Over there is the shooting ground for the stun guns and...“
She was interrupted again. The queen didnt seem to even listen to her words, her eyes trained on her husband, her voice stern and cold, but with an unholy fire beneath.
„You will now, here, in the lair of the snake, tell me: Did you sleep with this redhaired, slender, english... uh... cow?“
„Dear, please, believe me, we just played tennis at Brighton a few years back and met on social occasions. There was nothing of the sort you suggest. Would you please stop to embarass the good Lady Stockbottom here and let us continue with the inspection of this extraordinary command.“
„I dont believe you. There was this sparkling in her green eyes as we met, as her eyes fell on you, you all dirty and in your socks that told me she had you once and was confident she could get you again. Of all british officers you must encounter a heterosexual. I am not surprised, you are looking for these, dont you? You found me, after a fashion.“
„Please, Bea, can we now continue the tour?“
„The last word hasnt been spoken on the matter. So, Lady Knight Mountbatten is on a mission against the Germans. May I inquire what mission, or is this a military secret?“
Stockbottom was relieved the conversation was returning to military themes at last.
„I am afraid this is a secret, yes. But rest assured, the Germans will not like what we do to them.“
„We too dont like what they do. Putting the whole of Europe in their bag. Now they have taken Sweden, and Denmark and Norway will surely follow.“
„Thats a grave development, I grant you that. They are securing their flanks, after the Balkans now the North. They understand full well that they cant launch an invasion of Britain against the Royal Navy and the RAF. So they are turning their attention elsewhere.“
„I hear the losses in merchant shipping are steady on the rise. Nothing we can do against their U-boats?“
„We are building a lot of destroyers, which should soon enter service. This should improve the situation. How about the Blitz over London?“
„One lives with it. The destruction is great, but the civilian losses are not as high as feared before the war. I understand the Bomber command is on payback mission over Germany?“
„Yes, hopefully that matters a bit. But up to now, our bombers are too few to make a real impact. We have to pay for the neglection of the prewar years.“
„Too late to complain about. The important thing is, Britain will hold out. But I fear its not strong enough to beat the Germans on ist own. We need american help.“
„Your majesty, the United States are neutral and will probably remain so.“
„Not all hope is lost, Captain Stockbottom, just wait and see. And in the meantime, you continue to ambush the Krauts and package them nicely with this tape of yours. I guess I would like to see the shooting ground now...“
The Dutch Queen fights two wars at the same time: Against the german Superfrauen who have stolen her country, and against Lady Knight Eve Lois Mountbatten, who once played tennis with Beas husband. Only tennis?
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Captain Stockbottom would prefer facing the nightmare named Skorzeny again instead of the Dutch queen. But when duty calls...
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Mellowmouth Castle, Scotland, United Queendom, February 27th 1940, 14.30 hours
„And here we have the dutch company we currently train, your majesty.“
„Fine, fine. All good maidens, I am sure. But, where is Colonel Mountbatten? I have a few questions for her.“
„Well, I am sure that I can answer all the questions about our outfit. Colonel Mounbatten is on a mission, and...“
„She better be, Captain Stockbottom, she better be. You know her well, dont you?“
„Uh, yes...“
„Does she play tennis often?“
„Beatrix, this surely isnt the place to...“
„I decide where and when the place is, my dear. You are very evasive about this matter. Did you play tennis with Lady Knight Mounbatten or did you play TENNIS?“
Justine Stockbottom wished to be anywhere but here, in the middle of this shocking and embarrassing battle between the dutch queen and her husband, but there she was, left to her own devices.
She tried her best to overcome the moment.
„Perhaps we should continue the tour. Over there is the shooting ground for the stun guns and...“
She was interrupted again. The queen didnt seem to even listen to her words, her eyes trained on her husband, her voice stern and cold, but with an unholy fire beneath.
„You will now, here, in the lair of the snake, tell me: Did you sleep with this redhaired, slender, english... uh... cow?“
„Dear, please, believe me, we just played tennis at Brighton a few years back and met on social occasions. There was nothing of the sort you suggest. Would you please stop to embarass the good Lady Stockbottom here and let us continue with the inspection of this extraordinary command.“
„I dont believe you. There was this sparkling in her green eyes as we met, as her eyes fell on you, you all dirty and in your socks that told me she had you once and was confident she could get you again. Of all british officers you must encounter a heterosexual. I am not surprised, you are looking for these, dont you? You found me, after a fashion.“
„Please, Bea, can we now continue the tour?“
„The last word hasnt been spoken on the matter. So, Lady Knight Mountbatten is on a mission against the Germans. May I inquire what mission, or is this a military secret?“
Stockbottom was relieved the conversation was returning to military themes at last.
„I am afraid this is a secret, yes. But rest assured, the Germans will not like what we do to them.“
„We too dont like what they do. Putting the whole of Europe in their bag. Now they have taken Sweden, and Denmark and Norway will surely follow.“
„Thats a grave development, I grant you that. They are securing their flanks, after the Balkans now the North. They understand full well that they cant launch an invasion of Britain against the Royal Navy and the RAF. So they are turning their attention elsewhere.“
„I hear the losses in merchant shipping are steady on the rise. Nothing we can do against their U-boats?“
„We are building a lot of destroyers, which should soon enter service. This should improve the situation. How about the Blitz over London?“
„One lives with it. The destruction is great, but the civilian losses are not as high as feared before the war. I understand the Bomber command is on payback mission over Germany?“
„Yes, hopefully that matters a bit. But up to now, our bombers are too few to make a real impact. We have to pay for the neglection of the prewar years.“
„Too late to complain about. The important thing is, Britain will hold out. But I fear its not strong enough to beat the Germans on ist own. We need american help.“
„Your majesty, the United States are neutral and will probably remain so.“
„Not all hope is lost, Captain Stockbottom, just wait and see. And in the meantime, you continue to ambush the Krauts and package them nicely with this tape of yours. I guess I would like to see the shooting ground now...“
The Dutch Queen fights two wars at the same time: Against the german Superfrauen who have stolen her country, and against Lady Knight Eve Lois Mountbatten, who once played tennis with Beas husband. Only tennis?
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Captain Stockbottom would prefer facing the nightmare named Skorzeny again instead of the Dutch queen. But when duty calls...
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Uh, its alive. Sort of. I decided to celebrate some good developments in real life with the continuation of this old project.
I wonder if any old reader is still alive...
and hardly hope for any new ones.
Well, I am back, and this crazy piece of writing with me.
I wonder if any old reader is still alive...
and hardly hope for any new ones.
Well, I am back, and this crazy piece of writing with me.
She's back!
My favourite Lady writeress and her outstanding AAR!!!!
And her magnificient puns!
I just miss Ophelia... sigh...
Wonderful news! Good!
Indeed, this old teaser is still here. And about new readers... well, if good taste prevails, you shall have a lot of them, of course.
My favourite Lady writeress and her outstanding AAR!!!!
And her magnificient puns!
I just miss Ophelia... sigh...
Uh, its alive. Sort of. I decided to celebrate some good developments in real life with the continuation of this old project.
I wonder if any old reader is still alive...
and hardly hope for any new ones.
Well, I am back, and this crazy piece of writing with me.
Wonderful news! Good!
Indeed, this old teaser is still here. And about new readers... well, if good taste prevails, you shall have a lot of them, of course.