Cat war, an alternate USA AAR

[Kurt_Steiner]

As I discovered this AAR quite late and I read it in a horrible and faster way, I'm taking my time to re read it again. I've just finished the first page and I can only say: outstanding. So short, so simple.

Amona, you're a genius, really.

 

[Kurt_Steiner]

It's me again... I'm rereading the whole AAR again, bit by bit, and I'm enjoying it a lot. I love it. This mod is outstanding. And, of course, its creator is simply a living wonder.

 

[Amona]

It's me again... I'm rereading the whole AAR again, bit by bit, and I'm enjoying it a lot. I love it. This mod is outstanding. And, of course, its creator is simply a living wonder.

I have to thank you for your extraordinary praise.
I will try to live up to it, mainly in delivering an update within the next 24 hours.
Unfortunately, my time is limited at the moment :wacko:

 

[Kurt_Steiner]

And I have to thank you for writting this wonderful AAR, really. I'm enjoying it a lot. Thus, I'm making a bit of advertisement in the Spanish forum to attract some readers, by the way, but those Spamiards are so lazy sometimes... Well, I'll use more direct means, methinks...

Now getting a bit serious -who? me? just kidding, sorry... Errr... where I was, oh, yes... I must confess that I'm in love with the exquisite villainess Ophelia Skorzeny (can't resist this character, all your ladies are superb but Ophelia has something special... 9mm parabellum I think it's called...). I must add that I'm also in love, in some lesser degree, I'm afraid, wih the charming Lady Mountbatten, too (err... now I think about it... well, I'll return to this point letter). Eve is charming and so direct, but Ophelia is... is... Well... Bad gals have that power, I guess...

Don't worry about the update, go at your pace, please. I still have some pages to rediscover, so, I'm busy enough

And now, returning to Skorzeny and Mountbatten... both ladies are related with ropes and tying... I'm attracted to both of them... Mmmh... I bet that Doctor Sieglinde Freud would have something interesting to say about it...

Finally, let me say that Skorzeny is not such a bad gal. She's just a misunderstood little girl who is in search of true love -she'd kill me if she could read this, I bet

 

[Amona]

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[Kurt_Steiner]

There is much more to come from both Mountbatten and Skorzeny.

Glad to know that the fun is far from over.

And Skorzeny wouldnt kill you - she has made an oath not to kill anymore, as is revealed in one of the latest updates.

Even more glad to know that.

On the other hand - you are a male, so not really a full human being, so killing you might me okay

Indeed, just a male, but what a male... About killing me... what a waste...

 

[Amona]

XXXVI There is still tape left - part 3

XXXVI - THERE IS STILL TAPE LEFT , part 3

The forrests near Spleissheim, seconds later

Leutnant Gundula Bradtkes duty tonight had taken a strange and very disturbing turn. Leading a patrol into the dark, rainy night posed no problem for the eager, determined young officress. Membress of the JUNGE KATZEN (young cats), the fascist movement youth organization, since the age of 10, party membress since her eighteenst birthday, the doubleaxe tattoo prominent on her left bizeps, she was the most fanatic followress of the Fuhra Hitler imaginable. She took her duty in the Wehrmacht, for Fuhra, Reich and final victory, very serious. Her mothers had owned a small groceries store in a small town near Munich back in the twenties, their work of decades turned to ashes by the big economic crisis. It had been the Fuhra and her measures who had restored the families fortunes. The Fuhra and her movement would clean up Europe, the world, taking all peoples lives out of the greedy hands of the western capitalistas as well as protect them against the bloody terror of the communistas from the east. Gundula was educated, indoctrinated, trained to help accomplish this great mission.
Fighting the Reichs enemies within and without, die with weapon in hand, if need be, the last words to the Fuhra and Deutschland – Germany.
She couldnt speak now, her cheeks bulging with a rubberball in her mouth, secured by layers of tape. Her weapons were gone, her body bound by tape too. She still didnt know what had hit her. Under the rain there had been strange buzzing sounds, and a slight shudder on her skin, then nothing. She awoke already packaged, could only watch as her maidens received the same treatment. The attackers were obviously british, judging less by their uniforms, but by reddish hair and freckles many of them had. And there were these just english looking long faces.
Not that it mattered. More important was the leash one of them put onto Gundula. She tried to resist, but the enemy seemed well trained in guiding bound prisoners in this fashion. The Leutnant and her patrol was led through the woods. More enemies waited here, and more packaged prisoners. Gundulas eyes went very wide, and she let out a groan through her gag, as she recognized General Burgsmueller among the prisoners.
This couldnt be for real? What were these madwomen up to? Clearly she had never anticipated such a situation coming up in her fight for Fuhra and Reich. But here she was, all helpless, like in a forbidden magazine – she had found some of these as a teenager under her mothers bed – and with her her General, by the goddess of revenge and death.
The Britas continued on their way with their now 28 prisoners. Gundula threw her head back in frustration, her hood and barret gone, her brown long hair wet from the heavy rain. She knew that all around them were countless camps and bases of german troops. Another patrol, a sentry MUST notice them. The abduction of the staff from HQ must have been noticed, or not? Briefly she thought about the possibility the Britas shooting them all when attacked by german troops, but that was beside the point. Gundula wasnt afraid of death – she was too young and too inexpierenced for that. But she was very afraid to end the war in a POW camp of the decadent Allies, arriving there as a helpless package like in a silly american movie.
The morning came, some of the Germans, namely the fat Major Gurtenstall, were really exhausted now, all forced to breath through their noses.
No help came, the enemy made her way without problems. It was still raining, the ground very muddy. The party reached the end of the woodland. Open ground... new hope rose in Gundula as well as others. The front was ahead, trenches, barbed wire, artillery positions. They could never cross the open area and the front unnoticed.
The English sl*ts rested, the prisoners did likewise, willingly or not. The group, Gundula estimated a strong platoon, was led by a full colonel, an arrogant redhead. The redhead busied herself with her watch. Obviously she was waiting for something.
Gundula learned soon enough. The French, not shooting even once since wars start, shelled the german front in a heavy barrage. Yellow smoke rose. Gas? The British gals didnt done gasmasks, they seemed totaly unimpressed by the yellow smoke starting to reach the forrest here too. Some of the gagged Germans coughed, heads turned red, but nothing more than that.
It was a feint, and Gundula already knew why. The British would break through the lines under the smokes cover. The German girl was correct in this, as a few minutes later, she and the others were guided into the open. She, like several others, tried to break loose from their captoresses grips, but to no avail. Dragged by the leashes, the Superfrauen stumbled through the mud.
The rain was now no longer an advantage for the british pirates, as it diminished the effectiveness of the smoke. The party was finally spotted, german gals, wearing gasmasks, shouted and pointed at them. They hesitated to shoot, naturally not wanting to hit their lady comrades. The British used strange toy guns to shoot the ones approaching the group. The fat Gurtenstall stumbled, like a hippopotamus she crashed into the thick mud. Two british bitches were necessary to get her on her feet again. Gundula tried again to escape, but was hold back again by the leash. She saw that General Burgsmuellers try to get away was likewise crushed.
They passed the german trenches, german maidens falling under the strange guns. A bullet hissed past Gundula, and then the shooting started for real. An english bitch and one of the german officers were hit.
Better to die by friendly fire than this shame here, Gundula thought. But then, a german officress shouted:
“Its the General, stop shooting.”
More shells fell, the smoke rose despite the rain, which, exactly at this moment, stopped.
Gundula couldnt see what was going on, dragged along by her guard, unable to resist, lest she strangulated herself, and despite all resolve, she wasnt able to do this intentionally.
Then the vision cleared again, trenches, barbed wire again, women all around, french infantry. By the goddess of revenge and death, they were on the french side. Gundula looked widly about. The whole group with all prisoners seemed to have made it. The German maiden let out a scream of frustration into her gag.
Leutnant Gundula Bradtkes war for Fuhra, Reich and final victory had come to a shameful end.


Young Gundula Bradtke was ready to bleed and die for the Greater German Reich, but woefully unprepared to endure bonds, gag and leash.


The Burgsmueller wont command this division any longer, we are afraid.





Onboard PANAM airship BEAUTY OF OREGON, hoovering over Alexandria Aerodrome, Egypt, British Empire, the same time

“Is that the Nile over there?”
“Probably.”
“Care to visit the pyramides, Maria?”
“To hell with the pyramides. According to this booklet here theres an airship to Miami in 6 hours, and WE will be onboard.”
“Eager to get back home now?”
“And you?”
“I must confess it, I miss the Crooked Dragon, and the boxing events, and Fionas Pizza Hut, and even Beyonce.”
Valery grinned at both of them.
“Rumors in the outfit have it, you and Beyonce had something going...”
“Only some fun with Beyonce and her husband. Tom is a nice fellow.”
“I thought you a bit more conservative. You are texan...”
“Whats your problem exactly Valery? Three people together, a male among them, or blacks and whites?”
Maria laughed:
“Amy is rebellious out of principle. Even in this respect.”
“We cant all be into blondes...”


No, she is NOT into blondes, certainly not. Does anyone dare to say otherwise?

 

[Kurt_Steiner]

No, she is NOT into blondes, certainly not. Does anyone dare to say otherwise?

Don't worry, Mam. If she's not into blondes, I certainly am The question is whether they are into me or me, of course.


Ach so... poor Burgsmueller... Schade... Well, perhaps that's the end of her military career and the beginning of something different at Hollywood. "The Story of B", perhaps? This black humour sense of mine, methinks...

And no news about Ophelia...

*sighs* that hurts... *sighs again*



Now I think... Wasn't Wilhelmina Shakespeare the one who wrote something about an Ophelia, princess of Denmark, who pretended to be mad in order to avenge the murder of her mother, Queen Gertrude, killed by her sister Claudine, turning mad her lover Hamlet in the process of reveging herself ? Let's hope we don't end like that... Ah, the Ophelias, what a temper...

 

[Amona]

XXXVII - Back Home, part 1

XXXVII BACK HOME, Part 1

Palace of the daughter of the sun, Tokyo, Japan, October 14th, 1939, 0.09 hours

“Ohh, this was great, Miyabi, just great. You havent forgotten about these things under the chinese scum.”
The empress lit a cigarette, an US Lucky Strike, and leaned back into the cushions. Miyabi was silent, waited.
After returning to Japan after a year, her mission a failure, the ninja wouldnt have been surprised if ordered to kill herself, or to be beheaded by the empress herself. Or boiled in oil, crucified or... well. Instead, she had been sent to a pleasure temple of the holy spirits, to relax body, soul and mind. She received only the best treatment, and was slightly ashamed by it. She had failed. The white mercenaries in China were still at large.
Then, after six weeks, she was finally summoned by the daughter of the sun. Straight into her sleeping chamber.
What followed was not a first, but surprising nonetheless.
“I really missed you, my loyal servant, my sweet killress. You killed me again, in the sweetest way possible. But I am still hungry. You will kill me more often this night, I demand it.”
“As you wish.”
“But I will be patient. There are some minor things to discuss. You must know, I am not disappointed. It was a mistake to send you away for so long on such an unimportant mission. I acted like a child. These aviatrixes, they mean nothing in the great sheme of things. They cant save China from our mighty armies.
Other things are on my mind now. Look, the war in Europe has great potential, to distract and even to weaken the western empires. You know, I see the Americans as the main obstacle to my plans. They are weak now, but strong potentially. I am looking for Allies, and the Germans offer themselves as such. In January, a german was here, a fightress, a killress as you. I was very impressed by her. She even spoke good japanese. It was then that I decided to bring about an alliance with them. I have a diplomatic and military mission over there, but you know the reports of these lackeys.
What I need is a real insight into their strength, their resolve, their very nature. Are they worthy to fight alongside our great race?”
Miyabi said nothing, her face impassive as always, even in the hot hour just gone.
“You will go to Europe, to Germany, to visit their Reich, see their army, navy, air force, industry, the way they live and love. Learn as much as possible. I will arrange that this german killress will show you around.
I also want your opinion on her. There is something about her...
I tried to find out where she learned to fight with a katana and to speak japanese, but the Kempei Tai couldnt find much. There is a story about a young western girl in Osaka years ago, learning the martial arts by a great mistress. The mistress is gone without trail, likewise her daughter and the western girl. No one knows what happened then – or they dont speak.
I refrained from torturing some witnesses. It seemed – without honor. This woman has honor, and I will not put shame on her in this way.
Be it as it may, you will meet her. Evaluate her. I sense in hers the best and the worst of Germany together.”
“Whats her name, mistress?”
“Ophelia Skorzeny. You will start your journey tomorrow, with an airship to Los Angeles.”
“As you wish.”
So, she wont be boiled in oil. A spy she now was, not to kill, but to “evaluate”. But the empress wishes were all and everything. Miyabi dismissed these thoughts, waiting for the daughter of the sun to finish her smoke, ready to show her talents in the sheets once again.
Death could come in many ways, and Miyabi knew them all.


"... cant save China from our mighty armies."
Chinas situation in Fall 39 looks grim indeed.


The Crooked Dragon, bar in Atlanta, Georgia, USA, 18th October 1939, 19.24 hours

“You should have seen the faces of the german maidens there in the temple, roped and gagged. This was better than seeing them all dead in their blood. Marias method has its merits.”
The assembled Deltas, about 20 of them, laughed and congratulated Maria to her idea. The small Cipoletti didnt like all the praise. Amy ordered another beer and paused her story to attend to her steak. Only Valery was not among them. She was in New York, helping her mothers in smoothing things for the Komorsky family.
“And what did Beyonce say as you returned?” one Delta asked.
Amy made a face and put a piece of steak into her mouth.
Maria said:
“She called Amy dumb, silly, mad and unresponsible. Our texan heroine became smaller and smaller by the second. After the boss was through with it, she opened up a bottle of Jane Beam and wanted to hear all details of our adventures.”
“Beyonce is a good boss.”
Heads nodded. Maria added:
“I proposed to her to train in this fashion, to overpower enemies in commando fashion like you did it with the Pride of Breslau.”
“We are FBI, not the Army or Marine Corps. Wont fight the Superfrauen.”
“A shame.”
“Did you hear this story from the war in Europe?”
“What?”
“The Britas abducted a german general and her entire staff. Reached french lines with them safely. The Germans were fuming with rage and hatred in their media. After the desaster in Poland, a good thing for morale in England and France.”
Maria snorted.
“The Superfrauen will hardly change their ways now.”
“It was you who proposed to train just such missions.”
“To have an impact, this has to be done more regurlarly, and on a greater basis. What did this General command?”
“A division.”
“There you have it. How many do they have? Amy?”
Amy gulped down her steak and coughed:
“About 200, the media guesses.”
“You see? Much work for this british outfit. Nevertheless, would like to meet the chicks.”
“What did Beyonce say to your idea?”
“Same as you, we are FBI, not the military.”
“Too bad, would be fun to play Mathilde Wayne packaging the bad indians.”
Amy said:
“Only that our bad indians are blonde.”
Maria kicked Amy under the table.
“Whats the matter? They ARE mostly blonde, arent they?”

 

[Kurt_Steiner]

A Japanese killress... Ophelia Skorzeny... what a dangerous duo...

Which secret past is hidden in Ophelia's eyes....

PD: Rereading past entries a bit... I've reached the point when it is said that general von Bock received the Knight's Cross for taking Warsaw. A Lady, receiving a Knight's Cross? Mmmh, something sounds odd to me here, methinks.

Anyway, the AAR is excellent. Each single entry is outstanding.

 

[Kurt_Steiner]

I hope I'm not becoming a nuisance by posting so much and so nonsensically, but, as I am a bit busy rereading the AAR -just for the sake of enjoying it fully, as I missed some details in the hurried first lecture (1)-, I've found something that I feel compelled to comment

b.) As anyone has surely noticed, I am a bit perverted, with bondage and smoking and such

Noticed. Glad not to be the only one, here, although I don't smoke.

Accordingly, as the mod was never planned to be shared with the public, most pictures of Leaders, Techteams and Ministers show the faces of ladies gagged or smoking, and I have certain doubts you want to see that, least you convince me otherwise.

Weren't for the youngsters of this forum, we would ask for everything, trust me, as the quality seen till this point is awersome. Furthermore, I bet that we, all your readers, are beginning to share your pervertions . I know, it's awfully hard, but someone has to do it :rofl:

The US cabinet posted is a special "kinky-free" version.

I can only say: D'oh!

2. The Mod in its original form is
a.) heavily ladden with fetish elements of bondage, smoking women, fetish wear and so on and I doubt everyone is so enthusiastic about that as I.

That's what I thought in the beginning, but look me now For instace, just imagine our dear Ophelia dresssed in black leather, with a cigarrete on her lips and holding a gagget on his hands...

I think I need a cold shower... Back in some minutes...

c.) Some events are very adult in nature, for example, in the full mod theres some kind of warcrime of the Germans [...] Its not about killing, but about getting energy for the war effort out of the sexual arousal of female prisoners. I wont go in further detail here and it wont feature in the AAR.

Understable, but a pity. Snif...

d.) As said above, the Mod is only a makeshift version for the AAR, and a real mod would have to be done with much, much work left. As my time is limited due to other projects and RL, I see no chance for it to get presentable in the near future. But it has not entirely been ruled out.

Thank God. Perhaps we, your readers, should think something to help you with this proyect, although I must confess I'm useless at modding. However, perhaps I can find someone who isn't or has some idea. The problem of RL and another proyects, well...

In any case, we'll wait and we'll give you all the help and best wishes we can.

So, never let you down, Amona.

1. Do you really want such a mod in general?
2. Which kind of mod would you enjoy?
OPTION A - slightly different course of game events, pictures of women, no kinky stuff.
OPTION B - kinky stuff on the level of the AAR.
OPTION C - the full programm, kinky, fetish, adult stuff, centering on bondage, fetish wear and smoking women. I am fully aware that most people arent into these things, but keep in mind - I must repeat it, that my motivation for this version would be highest. Apart from these mumbo-jumbo, the MOD will naturally feature other highlights, as different course of the war, different non-kinky events and so on.

So, here we go, Option A, B or C?

C, of course. All the full charge ahead, so to speak. My Gosh, I never thought I could have said that Is a kinky being born while writing these lines? Look and shiver, world...

Best wishes.

On the gender matter, I would like to keep this some kind of a mystery
What do you think?

What would be life without mysteries? Better that way. Everybody can imagine whatever s/he wants. As my loyal Petiniebla would say: "why bothering about it if you can enjoy it anyway?"

(1) In addition to my black sense of humor and some other uses and perversions -you're not alone in this, my dear Lady Amona-, I must confess than I'm keen of returning over and over to that AARs that I've enjoyed a lot, at least from time to time, to recover that plesure.

 

[Amona]

kurt_steiner:
This was a very elaborate post on the kinky aspects of AAR and mod.
I know I am not alone with that, it holds a certain fascination even with mainstream people, otherwise it wont feature this prominent in movies and TV series. Even young ladies magazines like GLAMOUR or COSMOPOLITAN feature articles about bondage nowadays.
But lets not get too far OT.

If you wish to discuss the delicate matter further, I propose the use of pm.

The mod in an official version is well underway, see the subforum "Other mods and projects" --> "The cat war mod".
It will probably an option B. At least as of now.

Finally, you are no nuisance, I am glad someone is so enthusiastic about my work

On other matters:
Expect an update within 24 hours.

 

[Kurt_Steiner]

kurt_steiner:
This was a very elaborate post on the kinky aspects of AAR and mod.
I know I am not alone with that, it holds a certain fascination even with mainstream people, otherwise it wont feature this prominent in movies and TV series. [...]
But lets not get too far OT.

If you wish to discuss the delicate matter further, I propose the use of pm.

I fully agree. I was considering the PM option, too, to avoid complications to this wonderful AAR. So, if I have any kind of question, I let you know in that way, I promise.

The mod in an official version is well underway, see the subforum "Other mods and projects" --> "The cat war mod".
It will probably an option B. At least as of now.

I'll go there right now. Better "B" than nothing, by the way.

Finally, you are no nuisance, I am glad someone is so enthusiastic about my work

I am glad to be no a nuisance and that you enjoy a bit my enthusiasm. Your work deserves it, really.

On other matters:
Expect an update within 24 hours.

I'll be polite and I'll refrain myself, so, I'll only say:

Oh yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!!!!!!

 

[proxywall99]

I'm gettin into this AAR. I would love to live in this alternate reality, even though I would be considered useless, it would be worth it to get to see hotties on the TV all the time! lol Anyways, I'll be following this. I especially liked UQ, very original

 

[Amona]

proxywall99: I hope you enjoy.
You wont be useless in this universe, or do you say all women who have ever lived in our reality since the beginning of time have been "useless"?
Its just everything reversed.

Anyway, update to follow.

 

[Amona]

XXXVII - Back home, part 2

XXXVII - BACK HOME - part 2

Mellowmouth Castle, HQ of the Queens Own Commandos, Scotland, United Queendom, 18th October 1939, 11.11 hours

“Give me a cigarette, please, will you, Justine?”
Leftenant Justine Stockbottom looked up from her paperwork and starred at Lady Knight Eve Lois Mountbatten as if the proud redhead had just announced to be in love with the Hitler herself.
The Mounbatten was more than only slightly pale, with nervous red dots on her cheeks, some hair had come loose of her at other times neat ponytail, and there was this strange flickering in her eyes.
Justine hesitated, then reached slowly for her WINONA Filters, offering her Colonel the pack.
Lois grabbed for it and hastily lit one.
“I didnt know you smoke, Mam...whats the matter? Has the Wehrmacht landed at Dover and is marching on Whitehall?”
“Always loved smoking, started early in my teens, my mothers had me beaten with a leather belt for it. Couldnt stop nonetheless. Greedy and without discipline. Did you know I was nearly relegated from Sandhurst because of a one-night-stand with a male horsecarer?”
Lois sucked in the smoke like oxygen and spoke hastily, all the while starring down at the desk.
Justine eyed her Colonel closely. This had to be serious. The Leftenant surely didnt wish to hear things like that about her personal heroine and mentoress.
“Ahh... Lady Colonel, Mam, uh... Lois... is everything okay?”
“Quit smoking because my husband was into this HEALTH FOR OUR BABIES hype back then when I was pregnant with Moira. Yes, Moira...”
“Lois, whats the matter in the goddess name?”
“Moira, you know she is in this special school, discipline and harsh regimen, all that. They have organized something there, fitting for their view of the world. Should have known, really.”
Justine waited for Lois to continue, took a WINONA herself. The Lady Knight raised her head and starred at the picture at the wall, a snapshot of their first prey, the pretty Burgsmuellers gagged face.
The satisfiying sight of a Superfrau with ridicilously bulging cheeks and wide, dumb looking eyes didnt seem to lighten her mood.
“You know, Justine, the fascistas here in the Queendom, the Mosley and such, were all arrested at wars start. The school and the pupils have organized a protest in front of the prison in London, can you imagine? Several of them, Moira prominent among them, were arrested. I just spoke with the police commissioneress at the phone.”
“By the goddess and all demons! Your daughter siding with the faschistas – what a scandal!”
Justines girlish outburst suddenly seemed to have cleared Lois head.
The Mountbatten shrugged, eyed her cigarette, shrugged again and took another drag.
“Well, Justine, I guess if James has to live with a fascist daughter, he can live with a smoking Lady Knight too.”
“Will it, I mean, uh... hurt your career?”
“What? Oh, hardly so, Justine, hardly so. I am everybodies darling now, star in Whitehall and Aldershot, a heroine. Its just a rebellious teenager. No, that I did to my daughter what I myself endured in my rebellious youth... How could I have forgotten how it is to be young and in war with the world and the adults?”
Justine, always a disciplined, well educated, presentable teenager, decided to say nothing to that. Besides, she wasnt really sure what the Colonel was talking about.
“Okay, Leftenant, thanks for the smoke. Carry on with this interesting work you have there occupying you.”
Lois left the room. Justine starred for a while at the closed door, killed her cigarette in the ashtray, and said to the gagged blonde in the wall picture:
“Sometimes, shes a bit strange. But shes a good boss, believe me. What do you say, would you like to have company there at the wall? I for my part would love to litter this wall with pics of gagged, silly looking german officers. I know, you would like that too. So, back to work, you cant remain alone there.”
Justine Stockbottom was always very disciplined, but she was still young too, and in this respect, treated the german gals picture the same way as her toy soldiers back then. What an innocent time that had been, she Lady Wellington, discussing with her staff the deployment orders for Waterloo...
“You lust for company there, I know it...”
The Burgsmueller didnt object to that. Apart from being a mere picture at the wall, she was gagged, you see?


Justine Stockbottom has come far since playing with her toy soldiers, at least one should think so...


Living room, House of the family Frings, Schüchtern near Frankfurt am Main, Germany, 20th October 1939, 22.06 hours

“Did they really make charges with their cavalry?”
“I havent seen it Katie, but I heard it from others. Yes, they did.”
“The poor horses, how horrific.” Sabines first mother said.
Katie, Sabines younger sister, still at school and an eager membress of the JUNGE KATZEN, ignored her mother and pressed Sabine, the great warrioress from the polish campaign, for more stories.
Second Mother Dietlinde, a civil servantess in Frankfurts administration, send her a stern look.
“Young girl, its past ten. You will go to bed now. There is school tomorrow. Your performance in maths as well as english is not very promising of late.”
“Oh, Mum, no...”
“Sabine has leave for two weeks, she will be around awhile. Time enough for you to learn everything about her adventures.”
The way Dietlinde emphazised the phrase “adventures” was lost on young Katie, who wished she herself could join the Wehrmacht and fight for Germany and the Fuhra. It was not lost to Sabine, who send her second mother a sharp look.
Katie sighed, but was educated well, even if the education had eroded a bit under the Junge Katzens clutches. She kissed her mothers but didnt leave til Sabine had promised to tell her more tomorrow evening, after her duty at the Junge Katzen.
The two older german ladies and Sabine waited until the male house servant had removed the dishes, and especially until Katie was gone for good.
The First mother was drawing, her hobby. A horse, a gallopping horse, Sabine saw. Dietlinde lit a cigarette, offered, seemingly as an afterthought, her daughter one too. Sabine didnt like the oldfashioned german brand, but took one nonetheless.
“Well.” Dietlinde said.
The old big clock on the wall sounded very loud in the room. The drawing pen moved with a small sound across the paper.
“Well”, Dietlinde said again.
Sabine busied herself with her smoke, her thoughts trailing back to Poland, and what happened there. The combat, the polish land, the Poles, and then the adventure in this small town were they met the Russians. Strange the way these Americans had overpowered them, like out of a movie. But not so important. Paling in comparison to what followed.
Without the mothers asking for it, Sabine started to tell her story. Slow at first, but gaining momentum, her cigarette, the glass of wine forgotten.
The male servant, in reality Katies and Sabines father, had joined the women, stroking her first mothers hair.
Leutnant Seeler, the russian commissaress, both had been furious. The temple of the mothergodess had been the first victim. It was burnt to the ground.
Sabine Frings continued, telling about atrocities, committed by the Russians, the Germans on Seelers command, and by a SET unit arriving shortly later.
She didnt let out that everything had started with the Seelers decision to torture that polish boy.
Finally finished, she hastily lit one of her own Marlboros. The three older people were silent.
All three still worshipped the mothergoddess, to young Katies anger. Burning down a temple, and these other things that followed...
Dietlinde leaned forward in her sofa.
“What you have witnessed was no coincidence, brought about by these cowboy action of the Americans. We told you long ago. You were in school as the communistas, the democratas were dealt with by the regime. These things happen everywhere, now in Poland, before that they happened in Tschechoslowakia and in Austria. They will happen in France if the Wehrmacht is victorious there too.”
Sabine nodded, took a deep drag of her smoke.
“And I help bringing it about.”
Her father, speaking for the first time, said:
“What else can you do? When you speak out against it...”
The women said nothing to that.
Finally, Dietlinde said:
“The MOTHER made us free to decide for ourselves what we do with the live she gave us. In the end, you alone must decide about your course of action. Howling with the she-wolves, or...”
Sabine gulped heavily.
“I am not yet ready for that.”
Dietlinde nodded.
“Let me know when you change your mind.”
The clock announced 23 hours.
Sabines father turned on the radio.
“Heres the greater german radio. It is 23 hours, the 20th October 1939. Hail to the Fuhra and the german godesses. The OBERKOMMANDO DER WEHRMACHT announces:...”
Sabines first mother had finished the horse and started a new one. One deadly wounded, screaming, with bloody wounds.


You dont look happy, Fraulein Frings. Its always hard to learn your own country is the bad chicks in the movie.

 

[Kurt_Steiner]

Der Wiederstand comes to life, I would guess... There is a dark spot in Germany's victory...

And, of course, Moira has a real black sense of humour. His mum is not quite happy about her, obviously.

Ah, Justine, what a name...

 

[proxywall99]

proxywall99: I hope you enjoy.
You wont be useless in this universe, or do you say all women who have ever lived in our reality since the beginning of time have been "useless"?
Its just everything reversed.

Anyway, update to follow.

Oh no ma'am, I didn't mean women were/are useless, I just meant that the way that you described men at the begining it's like their inferior so I just figured that they would be considered useless. Anyways, I can't wait for the next update!

 

[Neroon]

proxywall99: I hope you enjoy.
You wont be useless in this universe, or do you say all women who have ever lived in our reality since the beginning of time have been "useless"?
Its just everything reversed.

Way to snatch an insult from the jaws of a compliment! Now i'm sure you're female :rofl: .
Being useless and being considered useless by the power that be (or is is powers that bitch in this case? ) are two different things!

 

[Amona]

Proxywall99, Neroon: You two got me there.

Update to follow.