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"Honor" part one by TKDBB
The board that I wrote this for is down so I am looking for other boards to publish on. I think this might fit here. If the reat of you think so, I have five more parts waiting.
NOTE: This is a fictional story that contains sex and violence. Do not continue past this point if you are not a legal adult or are offended by such material. All characters in this story are fictional and never existed. Any similarities to anyone alive or deceased are purely coincidental. No minors are depicted in this story. You have been warned!
Honor
By TKDBB
Dedicated to Victoria
Victoria stood with legs slightly apart and hands on hips, staring out the shattered window. It had been a warm spring in Southwestern Germany that year and now in late April of 1945 daffodils bloomed amongst the rubble in defiance of humanities barbarisms. The building in which Victoria stood was one of several dozen in the small town that unfortunately lay on an East/West road into Germany’s heart. Victoria commanded the rag tag garrison charged with defending the town and its important roadway against the advancing American army.
That army, or according to her reconnaissance patrols, at least a portion of it, was now poised to attack. Since it was already late in the afternoon and the shelling had been only sporadic to that point, Victoria expected the attack would not be launched until dawn. She was right on that score.
Victoria’s American counterpart was Captain Mike Edwards and at that very moment he was reviewing battle plans with his subordinates. He had just over a hundred men in his command, far less than Victoria believed. His men were compromised of infantry and mortar platoons; no armor at all. The day before they had been slugging it out with a Weremacht unit that suddenly had retreated into an evening mist and vanished. Mike sent scouts out looking for the Germans and they found some, just not the ones they were expecting. His scouts found the town held by what appeared to be a woman’s auxiliary group. The unit that had vanished had been a regular army male unit. What Mike didn’t know was the Germans had leap-frogged their units. When it became apparent that the Americans were breaking through, the Weremacht unit slipped through the town and began to regroup twenty miles east of the town. They counted on the Americans being delayed by having to fight house to house with the women’s auxiliary.
When news of the scout’s findings reached him, Captain Edwards was somewhat dismayed. He did not relish the idea of killing women, even Nazi women. He decided to take a huge chance. If he could negotiate a surrender of the Nazi girl force he could avoid a slaughter and possibly catch the Weremacht unit before they were prepared; a double win in his book. But Captain Edwards wasn’t naive either. He was dealing with Nazis and they could be treacherous. So he gave orders to his men. If he did not return by 6:30 AM the next morning, the attack would begin and the town taken with no regard to the defenders sex.
There were a number of surprised faces when a lone American officer, unarmed and bearing a white flag, approached the German positions on the edge of town. Two pretty young privates carrying Mauser rifles ordered him to halt. In somewhat broken German, Captain Edwards asked to see their commanding officer. Showing they were not as inexperienced as they looked, the girls blindfolded him before marching him to Victoria’s domicile.
Moral was low and anxiety high amongst the German women. Though they had vowed to fight hard to protect their homeland, most were little more than university students and housewives. They knew their chances of survival were slim against a trained, seasoned army. Captain Edward’s escorted trek through their lines started tongues wagging and rumors flying. Some rightly saw a flicker of hope while others dismissed it as a non-issue.
Victoria had been informed that an American officer had approached the Germans under a white flag and he was being brought to meet the Nazi Comanderess. She made sure her uniform was spotless and wrinkle free. First impressions mattered and she wanted the American to see a perfect example of Aryan female military perfection.
The Captain was halted in front of Victoria’s headquarters and his blindfold was removed. His first vision was the two tall, busty guards flanking the door. Long blond hair spilled from under their helmets. Light tan colored shirts molded to the swell of their bosoms yet quickly were constricted to the perimeter of the girl’s small waists by the black leather belts of the deep green, knee length skirts hugging the Nazi’s lush hips. Calf high black leather boots was the finishing touch to their uniform. Victoria had designed the uniform for her personnel staff.
Mike was impressed. The girls were real honeys. He wondered what the fates had in store for them tomorrow. Would it be bullets or beds? He hoped it was beds, his. One of his escorts opened the buildings door and he passed between the two perfumed beauties and entered Victoria’s lair.
Despite the damage inflicted on the building during the course of the war, Victoria’s headquarters was clean and tidy. She sat behind a desk that antique dealers would have fought over, walnut, highly carved and over a century old. The Nazi Comanderess both mirrored and contrasted with the fine piece of furniture. She too, was a specimen that men and women would fight over though at forty-five she was less than half the desks age. Her alabaster skin was a marked difference from the deep brown of the desk, but her fine figure paralleled well with the desks deep carvings. Her shapely legs complimented the turned legs of the desk. Both started out with dainty feet, gradually swelling into fuller curves. Between the legs of the desk in the skirt board was a drawer for the owner’s private papers. Likewise, Victoria’s most private parts were hidden by the skirt covering her thighs and hips.
Another, smaller desk sat near a wall perpendicular to Victoria’s. A Nazi woman dressed in the same outfit, sans helmet, as the two guards sat there. When Captain Edwards entered, she stood and dismissed his escort. Mike had the chance to look her over. She seemed in her mid to late twenties, about 5’ 6”, maybe 120 to 130 lbs. Her hair was light brown and short. Her face was pleasant but not stunning. She did have a nice rack under her tight blouse. When she spoke, her voice had a low, throaty, sexy timbre.
Emma saluted Mike with the regulation Nazi salute at which, out of courtesy, he returned with a US style salute.
“I am Lieutenant Emma Samsterner, adjutant to Major Victoria Von Kresster.” “I understand you wish to speak to the Major?” Her English was perfect.
“Thank you, yes, I have a very important matter to discuss.” “I am Captain Michael Edwards, United States Army, in command of the allied troops to the west of this town.” “By the way, I would like to compliment you on your English.” “I must admit, my German is limited to a few words.”
“You are quite welcome, Captain Edwards, you will find that the Major also has a good command of the English language.” With that she turned to Victoria, saluted and spoke in a clear, strong voice. “Madam, I would like to present American Captain Michael Edwards.” “He has requested an audience.”
Mike saluted the woman behind the desk and she rose to return his salute. “Good afternoon Captain Edwards, please, pull up a chair, tell me what is on your mind.”
Mike sat and looked the woman in the eyes. She impressed him as a person of refinement and breeding. Victoria was about ten years his senior but she looked better than most women his age. Her hair, makeup, nails, clothing were impeccable. She was, in a word, a knockout.
Mike gathered his thoughts and spoke to the German Comandress, “Frankly, maam, I’m here because I don’t relish killing women and I would like to avoid the slaughter on both sides that will happen tomorrow if we cannot come to some agreement today.”
“I see,” Victoria answered. “I surmised as much.” “Captain, it is nearing 5:00, may we discuss this over dinner?”
Mike, who had been living off K-rations for the last week, jumped at the chance for real food. “It would be my pleasure to join you for dinner.”
End of Part 1
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