Occupied France

[Jessikafights]

It seems I've not posted this story here before, which has me in the role of a Nazi - so Mike if you feel it's not suitable, please feel free to remove.

It's not exclusively a catfight story, though that happens towards the end, but has other elements of bondage, death, etc.

It also takes quite a while to heat up ... so please be patient and consider it FOREPLAY ... :-)) ... Us girls do take a little longer warming up! ... giggle! ... but there will be some Le Morte at then end ... which I strongly suspect will get you a little FIRED UP ... I hope ... TEE HEE!

Bye
Jessie
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OCCUPIED FRANCE: Part 1
by Jessika

Many years ago, 1940 something, in Nazi occupied France ...

Bridgette, the lovely French girl, swung the strap of her purse over her shoulder and headed off down the dusty road. Dressed in ankle length brown skirt and white, peasant blouse, her tall figure swung down the road. Soon she heard the rumble ... of a car? No, a Kubelwagen coming up from behind her. A Kubelwagen meant Nazis. Damn! How she hated these Nazis who had over-run her beloved France!

Bridgette kept her pace steady concentrating on the wind blowing her light brown hair across her face. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the front of the jeep pull beside. Slowly. Then it pulled ahead perhaps 10 ft. before stopping.

There were two women in it, both dressed in black SS uniforms with red swastika armbands. Bridgette shuddered slightly with fear when she realised that these two must be the two Gestapo bitches that had been terrorising, torturing and murdering several of the residents of her local village. Stories of their horrible atrocities, particularly against the women of the village abounded. Both were tall and athletically built. The driver was blond, and severe. The other woman, obviously the officer and in charge had auburn brown hair tied into a tight bun in back. She was dressed in a tight black uniform fitting and curving with her body. Her breasts pushed provocatively against the top.

She was attractive even for an SS swine, Bridgette thought. The blond stepped down and into Bridgette's path. "What have we here? A pretty French maiden, hmmmmmm."

The other woman came around the jeep and joined the blond. She swaggered arrogantly with the wap of the riding crop slapping against her hand as she glared at the French girl. "Viktoria, how pretty she is." The blond smiled. "Jessika? Where do you think she is off to?"

Jessika moved closer to Bridgette. So close that her ample breasts brushed against Bridgette's arm.
"Where are you going, pretty thing?"
"To the village ahead." Bridgette felt a lump of fear.
"Why don't you join me for lunch? Some wine and ....." Jessika said.
"No," Bridget snapped, trying not to show her revulsion.
"Never turn down a request from an important SS officer. It's rude," said the blond called Viktoria.

Jessika slide a hand onto Bridgette's blouse cupping her left breast, feeling the bra underneath. Bridgette slapped the hand away, saying angrily: "Keep your hands off me!"

Jessika froze, and a savage look crossed her face. Then a leer. Before Bridget could defend herself, the Nazi woman slammed a leather clad fist into Bridgette's mid-section. Bridgette gasped as bright spots danced before her eyes. The voices of the German women retreated to a distance as her head reeled.

"She looks sleepy," the far away Jessika said. "Maybe she needs a nap."

Bridgette was vaguely aware of Jessika standing before her. The SS officer balled her fist and hit the French girl with a powerful blow on the chin. Knocked out completely Bridgette fell like a sack to the ground.

Jessika stood over the unconscious French woman. With the tip of her toe she rolled the limp form of Bridgette onto her back. Jessika stood watching Bridget's breasts rising and falling. "Let's take her with. I want to play with those."

Viktoria grabbed Bridgette by the feet and Jessika took the knocked out girl by the shoulders. They carried her over to the jeep and dumped her heavily into the back seat. Jessika climbed in behind and sat next to the inert woman, She placed Bridget's head in her lap. The conscious thought of Bridgette's head,
being there, excited the SS woman. "Let's go Viktoria. Take me to my special place. I want this French maiden to give me pleasure, Today. Tonight."
Jessika patted the unconscious woman's cheek. "I want you."

TO BE CONTINUED ...

OCCUPIED FRANCE, Part 2
by Jessika

Viktoria pulled the jeep up to the house Jessika used as her Gestapo headquarters. Though Bridgette was tall and heavy, Jessika's adrenalin and sexual excitement allowed her to gather Bridgette's unconscious form in her arms. She hauled her and tossed Bridgette over her shoulder. As she carried her, she could feel Bridgette's dangling arms flop against her butt as she walked. The power over this French woman sent a delicious thrill through the Nazi officer.

In the house Jessika carried her burden to a back room. The center of the room contained a round table set only a few inches off the floor. A slice was removed from it as if someone had eaten a piece of pie. Jessika dropped the French woman she had knocked out onto the table. The Gestapo woman went to her knees and began undressing the unconscious Bridgette. She pulled her blouse over her head and threw it aside. Then she tugged Bridgette's skirt, then half-slip off, leaving the inert form in her bra and white cotton panties.

Jessika admired the athletic body of Bridget, running her hands up and down the exposed areas of flesh. So fine, Jessika thought. Finally she rolled Bridgette onto her side and un-hooked the white bra. Freed, Bridgette's breasts danced invitingly. Soon Bridgette's panties joined her bra on the growing pile of removed clothes. Totally naked. Totally unconscious, Bridgette was pulled to the center of the table.

Straps at 2 o'clock and 10 o'clock protruded from the table. The slice removed from the table lay between the French woman's legs. Jessika strapped Bridgette's limp wrists, one to each strap. At 5 and 7 o'clock were more straps. The Nazi woman spread Bridget's yielding legs and strapped an ankle to each.

When she was finished Jessika stood up and admired her work. And Bridgette's body. She went to a panel on the wall and pressed one of the buttons that were there. The table slowly rose. When the table was a foot or so off the floor Jessika went over to her desk. From the drawer, which was filled with an arsenal of torture tools, she removed a cat 'o nine tails. She went back to where Bridgette was strapped down and slid her hips between the open wedge.

The Gestapo woman then slid the handle end into Bridgette. The tip at first. She closely watched Bridgette's face for reaction. None. She was out cold still. Jessika waited patiently, inserting a little more each time. Finally Bridgette showed signs of returning to consciousness. Jessika inserted the whip handle further, and then withdrew it. In, and then out. She could feel the wetness allow easier penetration with each stroke. Bridgette was becoming
aroused even as she began more awake.

Pumping harder, stroking the shaft in and out faster and faster, Jessika soon had Bridgette thrusting her hips up to meet each stroke. Both women's breaths were becoming rapid and heavy as passion consumed them both. Now the wicked Nazi was using ramming like strokes and Bridgette was moaning in uncontrolled pleasure. Her orgasm sent her love juices over Jessika's hand. "NON! NON! ... MON DIEU!!!!", Bridgette screamed in French as she came, while the wicked Nazi just smiled cruelly, and whispered to the limp, defenceless French girl whose orgasm had left her limp and sated: "Mein Liebchen ... I'm sooo HOT ... but the fun is just starting ..." and dropped her mouth to the exposed crotch of the helpless girl.

TO BE CONTINUED ...

OCCUPIED FRANCE, Part 3
by Jessika
Bridgette came down from a series of violent sexual releases as the Nazi woman stood up from her place between the French woman's legs. Her face was wet with Bridgette's passion juices.

She smiled at Bridgette. "You enjoyed that, French swine, didn't you?"

Sudden panic flooded Bridgette as she recalled the stories of how this evil woman raped Frenchwomen, and then casually murdered them to get off on it. She rolled her head away so she didn't have to look at Jessika. So she didn't have let her see that, yes, she had enjoyed the penetrative and oral sex that had been performed on her. When Bridgette allowed herself to look back, Jessika was leaning over her, her breasts touched Bridgette's thighs. "And now it is your turn to give me my pleasure."

"No!" Bridgette said. "You have RAPED me, you Nazi BITCH!"

"Rape?! Nonsense!" Jessika raised her hand and slapped Bridgette a stinging blow to the face. Then a vicious backhand almost stunned her into unconsciousness. When she recovered, through her tear-clouded eyes she could see Jessika unbuttoning the front of her shirt. Bridgette stared as the black garment opened. A clean white bra graced the ample breasts. The bra was thin enough that Jessika's nipples were luscious shadows beneath.

Jessika pulled off her blouse and then she peeled off her skirt. Long, smooth athletic legs, thighs disappearing into white cotton panties, just a visible hint of the dark auburn invitation of her small triangular bush. Soon bra and panties were on the floor.

Jessika climbed onto the table and straddled the helpless Bridgette.
"Let's see how well you useless French women eat pussy." Jessika said. She lowered her steaming wet cunt onto Bridgette's closed mouth. Bridgette endured, but made no movement to satisfy. Jessika slid to one side and hit Bridgette twice, sending searing pain through Bridgette. Then she straddled her naked captive once more.

It was hopeless, Bridgette realized, feeling a sense of hopelessness flooding over her. There would be only more torture if she didn't comply to the nasty Fraulein's wishes. Slowly she began to kiss the vagina lips of the German woman. Tenderly, kissing and running her tongue over the soft flesh. Jessica moaned as Bridgette expertly explored the well of Jessika's womanhood.

"Oh, French girl. Oh, my!" Jessika groaned.

Her bonds prevented Bridgette from employing her hands but the expert manipulation of her tongue and lips brought the juices from the hot cunt forth. Despite her hatred, Bridgette was aroused by the woman's smell, her taste sent a spasm through Bridgette's own groin. "Oh Mon Dieu! I'm enjoying this. I'm enjoying eating this fucking evil bitch!", Bridgette realized.

Bridgette raised her head pushing her tongue firmer against the delicious cunt. Her tongue went deeper and deeper. Faster and faster. Now she wanted Jessika to cum. To splash her juices over her. To let Bridgette swallow her cum. Jessika was moaning louder. She gathered a fist full of Bridgette's hair pulling Bridgette harder against her thrusting, gyrating pussy. "OH, OH, oh, oh, oh. Awwwwwwwwwww! Mein Lieben Gott!"

Jessika quivered and shook as she released as Bridgette's tongue flicked madly against her clit. Jessika was lost in the eruption of a huge orgasm that exploded from within her. Bridgette was overwhelmed by the cum. She gulped, swallowing the woman's juices eagerly. Wanting it never to stop. And it seemed to come over and over.

Finally, spent, the Nazi woman rolled off. It took a few moments before both women recovered. When they had, Jessika kissed Bridgette on the lips almost lovingly. "For a French slut, you are so good. This was quite a start."

Jessika disappeared from Bridgette's vision. When she reappeared she was holding a large ribbed dildo. "No, please ... NO!! ... No more, please ... " Bridgette begged. Ignoring her please, Jessika smile cruelly and slid it between Bridgette's spread legs, deep into her exposed pussy. In and out. Over and over until Bridgette's new arousal lubricated it. Jessika withdrew and the dildo glistened with Bridgette's cum.

"When you come to, French slut, we will play again. I'll keep you alive as long as you provide pleasure." With a quick move Jessika swatted Bridgette on the jaw with the heavy sex toy and knocked her out.

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[Jessikafights]

OCCUPIED FRANCE, PART 4
by Jessika

Bridgette came to and found herself lying on the floor. Her hands were chained together with a longish chain. The Nazi woman was standing over her, the dildo she knocked Bridgette out with she was slamming against the palm of her hand.

Bridgette opened her eyes wider. Jessika's naked body swam into focus. Jessika smiled, "Welcome back. I hit you harder than I wanted to."

"WHAP" went the dildo against her palm. With each slap Jessika's voluptuous breasts jiggled. Bridgette couldn't help but watch them. And the rust colored pubic hair she had just recently got so intimately familiar with.

Jessika handed the dildo to Bridgette. "You've made me real needy and horny, French girl. Shame on you for being unconscious so long."

Jessika straddled Bridgette as the French woman crawled to her knees. It was a two headed dildo Bridgette realized. The Nazi spread her legs inviting penetration. Holding the ribbed dildo in her chained hands, Bridgette inserted the tip of one end into the wet pussy before her. Slowly, so slowly she pushed it deeper. Jess groaned as it went further into her until total penetration occurred.

Bridgette eased it out looking up at the Nazi bitch's face. The pleasure was obvious. Bridgette worked it faster, in, out, in, out, her own passion rising in tune with Jess's moans of pleasure. Bridgette was sweating in heat by the time Jessika's orgasm washed over her hand. JA! ... JA! ... JA!, JA!, JAAA!!! ... AAAIEEE!!! The dildo was wet and dripping with the Nazi's love juices.

It took a moment for Jessika to compose herself. "Wunderbar!!! Mein Lieben Schweinehund!!!!" She took the dildo from Bridgette's hand. "Now let's see just how versatile you are, French girl."

Jessika inserted the end Bridgette had been holding into her cunt, working it until it was half into her. The wet, slick end protruded like an erection.

"Have you ever blown a woman before? ... No? Do it!" Jessika demanded.
Bridgette knew she had no choice, and placed her hands on Jess's hips. Leaning forward on her knees she put her mouth on the wet dildo, kissing the tip before letting her lips glide over it. It was almost too real, looking like a massive penis.

As Bridgette's mouth slid down over the dildo she could smell Jess's cum, taste it. She closed her eyes and pumped her mouth back and forth, pulling slightly each time with the pressure of her lips on the dildo so that the end in Jessika moved also. Faster, harder Bridgette worked her mouth. All track of time was lost. Fellating Jessika's toy. Jessika's hands grabbed Bridgette's head and then her scream, gutteral and animal, told Bridgette the wicked fra?lein had come once more.

The next thing she was aware of was the flashing of bright lights as something hard smashed into her skull ... sinking into unconsciousness again ...

TO BE CONTINUED ...

OCCUPIED FRANCE, PART 5
by Jessika

Bridgette regained consciousness to find herself once again tied. She heard low voices from across the room. Turning her head she saw the two Nazi bitches, Viktoria and Jessika, embracing lovingly, completely unaware that the French woman had come round. Bridgette worked furiously at her bound hands. She wasn't going to endure any more humiliation at the hands of
the sadistic Jessika. As the two German sluts began to make love, Bridgette was able to free herself. They didn't even notice as she rose and found a Luger sitting invitingly on the desk. She picked it up, suddenly feeling totally
empowered and very vengeful.

She crept up to where the two naked voluptuous women, both still in their black jackboots, now sprawled lewdly on the bed, were engaged in oral 69 sex.The blonde Viktoria was on top and Jessika was buried underneath, her face covered with blonde, wet snatch.

Bridgette slowly raised the Luger, and spoke in a loud sarcastic voice: "Please, may I have your attention? Now!!" The two Nazis, startled, disentangled, and sat up, their nipples still rockhard from arousal and their lips smeared with each other's juices. They looked in astonishment at the threatening pistol in Bridgette's hand, and then in bewilderment at each other.

"Now," Bridgette calmly said. "It's time you fucking two bitches entertained me. I want to see just how tough you fucking Nazis are. A little ... deadly catfight for my pleasure is in order. Get up!!!" The Luger was aimed threateningly at them. The women looked once more at each other, uncertain what to expect. "Winner gets to live. Loser," Bridgette smiled cruelly: "Oh well, the funeral will be nice."

Jessika was the first to realise the hopelessness of the situation, and seeing Viktoria confused as what to do, took immediate advantage. She clubbed Viktoria on the side of the head with a fist. Viktoria staggered back, her breasts jiggling with the movement. Before she could regain balance Jessika's jackbooted foot lashed out, catching her opponent in the cunt. The tapered toe of the boot sank into the soft folds still wet from arousal. A second kick to the ribs sent a shooting pain through Viktoria and sent her to the floor. Jessica kicked her in the side of the head then sprang on top of Viktoria. One, two then three blows opened a cut on her forehead.

Viktoria was fortunate that Jessika slipped off her with the force of the blow she landed. Viktoria, athletically, spun from under Jessika and crashed her elbow against Jessika's ample right breast. This elicited a shriek of anguish from Jessika as she flopped off, and was sprawled on her back, hands clutching her it, and legs spread wide. Viktoria dived onto her and pounded her fists into Jessika's breasts and delighted in the cries of pain Jessica emitted. She grabbed Jessika by the hair and started pounding the helpless woman's head against the floor. "Pass out you bitch!" Viktoria was not about to lose.

Jessika felt the room spin as her head repeatedly connected with the hard wood of the floor. She realised she'd be knocked out soon if she didn't free herself from the enraged woman. She slipped her hand behind Viktoria and pushed her fingers into Viktoria's exposed rectum. She grinned cruelly as she heard Viktoria's scream of anguish, and Jessika managed to shove her off.

Bridgette meanwhile had been turned on by the raw, animal fury exhibited by the two beautiful, catfighting Gestapo women. Her left hand dipped down to her own wet bush and gently parted her pussy lips to slowly circle and tease her clit into full bloom again. Though a little shaky, and aroused, she nevertheless kept her right hand pointed at the two enraged wildcats. She wasn't even sure who she wanted to win, just relishing the punishment the two Nazis were being forced to inflict on each other.

Groggy but still formidable, Jessika scrambled to her feet. She lashed out with a karate chop that sent Viktoria crashing face first to the floor. She kicked Viktoria in the face as she lifted her head up. Blood was now pouring from the woman's mouth and seemed to further fuel Jessika's mindless rage.

Another chop sent Viktoria into semi-consciousness. Jessika fell to her knees and rolled Viktoria onto her back. The other Nazi's arms flopped limply. Jessika then encircled the woman's throat with her hands and slowly, with relish, choked the life from her comrade and former friend. Jessika was beyond reason. Viktoria's tongue protruded from her mouth, her jackbooted legs drumming in desperation on the wooden floor, body contorted in convulsions. Her face turned purple, while her eyes bulged in terror and pain. Then Bridgette saw Jessika swiftly snap Viktoria's neck to one side. Viktoria flopped once then lay still. Still Jessika refused to release Viktoria even now that she was dead, continuing to throttle the limp corpse. "Oh my God," Bridgette thought, and shuddered not only in horror, but also with perverse sensual delight as she brought herself to a quivering orgasm.

Jessika slowly stood up, and glided like a cat with swaying hips towards the young French woman, a triumphant, knowledgeable glint in her brown eyes, whispering in a husky voice: "HMMM??? ... You really enjoyed that very much, I see, my lovely, little French dove ... " The older Gestapo woman smiled as she surveyed the tangled hair of Bridgette's wet snatch, and her glistening index finger, evidence of her perverse sexual enjoyment. Then she purred: "Let's have some more fun, mein liebchen ... let's celebrate my victory ... I get oh so very HORNY after a combat kill ..."

The young French woman stared at the gorgeous, nude Gestapo killer ...her nipples clearly still hard, jackbooted legs spread wide, her distended pussy lips just visible below her rusty, neatly trimmed, small triangular bush, and offering her everything. An athletic, Aryan goddess giving herself to her lesbian lover. Jessika lifted those melon sized breasts in her hands, moving them back and forth. "I can't wait for you to suck my boobs", she smiled invitingly ... seductively. She rubbed her palms over her nipples, making them even harder.

With arms outstretched, the older Nazi woman walked towards the younger French woman, her auburn hair bouncing on her smooth, tanned shoulders. Her earth-brown eyes, expressing utter lust, love and devotion.
Still smiling, she stopped when the barrel of Bridgette's Luger pressed against her flat stomach, slipping into the indentation of her belly button. Bridgette got a close-up of those big orbs, nipples standing out hard and erect, bobbing inches from her eyes ... and she felt sorely tempted to start sucking them.

Jessika smiled wider, noticing the indecision in the French woman's eyes, and looked down at the Luger indenting her smooth soft skin. "My...that's a big one!", she purred. One hand reached down between them, her finger-tips caressing the length of the cold metal, almost as if it was a dildo.

The Nazi sexily pouted her lips, leaned forward to kiss Bridgette. Her full round lips clung to the young French woman's greedily ... hungrily. Her fingers left the Luger and she began to play with Bridgette's wet bush .. gently teasing her slit open again. Bridgette moaned and began breathing faster and heavier, trembling at the delightful ... knowledgeable intrusion into her innermost sanctity ... her eyes rolling. Despite her loathing of Nazis, she felt herself succumbing to the seductive charms of this utterly irresistable woman: "Mon Dieu! She is so beautiful and sexy ..."

Meanwhile Jessika's other hand slowly snaked over Bridgette's shoulder ... towards Viktoria's Luger lying on the little side table behind the unsuspecting Bridgette ... silently gloating to herself: "Mein Fuhrer, what useless fools these French "untermensch" are ...". Then she plunged two fingers deep into Bridgette's sopping wet cunt, rubbing furiously ... plunging in and out ... in and out of the wildly gyrating cunt ... wanting to push her over the orgasmic cliff ... right at the moment of her death. Still French kissing, and feeling Bridgette's release coming as her muscles tensed more and more, and her vaginal spasms becoming faster and faster, Jessika gripped the Luger and brought it to bear on Bridgette's unprotected back ...

The mighty roar of the Luger was muffled by the closeness of their bodies. Simultaneously, Bridgette shuddered and moaned like a banshee as she came violently, her whole body shaking in sensual pleasure: "AAAIIEEE!!! .... YES!! YES!!!", her lips unlocked from Jessika's, her eyes still closed. Then she slowly opened her eyes and stared mockingly into the Gestapo woman's eyes ... which were wide in amazed surprise ... and utter shock. Her mouth, a big round, red circle of smeared lipstick.

Jessika took a step back...then another, and dropped the Luger from her hand ... clattering loudly to the wooden floor. Slowly, she looked down ... uncomprehendingly .. at the neat, round, blue-black hole where her navel was. A thin trickle of blood welled from the wound. She bent forward slightly from the waist so she could see over her large breasts ... to gain a better view of the bleeding hole, her breasts swinging out and down...a sheet of bright auburn hair obscuring her astonished features.

"Ooooohhh...Mein Gott!! M..my g..guts...my...my...guts... my...guts!', she chanted, shapely hips twitching in pain. She looked up, eyes still enormous with disbelief. "R..Right in the..g..gut! Y..You...s.shot me r..right in...in the.. fucking gut!", Jessika gasped. "Sche ....', she stuttered. 'S..Scheize ... the slug..it's...it's...so..big!...so...so..hard! ... so...h...hot!...ahhhhhh...so d...damn....
hot!....b..burning...hot..burning...d..deep... in .. inside....my....my...GUTS!', she squealed.

Jessika thudded to the floor, down on her knees now, both hands pressed to her flat stomach, as if she was trying to hide the ugly blemish that marred her soft, white flesh. For a moment she succeeded. Then blood leaked through her laced fingers. "Ohhhhh ... You little French BITCH! ... D .. didn't think ..y.y..you'd ...s..sh.. ..shoot ..aaaahhhhhh', Jessika panted. 'B..But ... y..you really...d..did!...r..right down ...low ...and ...hard ..ahhhhhh...so..so...f .. fucking d..damn...h...hard..'

A spasm of intense pain hit the Gestapo woman and she bowed almost to the floor, long auburn hair sweeping the wooden planks. Blood drained through her fingers, spilled over her naked thighs, matted her thick pubic hair, turning the rusty brown into bright red. "Bri ... Bridgette", she whispered, eyes closed. "You've fucking ... raped my ... g..guts!!'

"Just like you raped my pussy, you Nazi bitch! ... I promised you you'd pay!", the young French woman told her, cold, without emotion. Thinking of all Jessika and Viktoria's Gestapo victims lying on cold slabs in the village morgue. She wished they could now see Jessika suffer, the same as they had.

Jessika's head tilted back, shaking the auburn curtain out of her face. Her voluptuous body arching upwards, giving Bridgette another look at those
lovely firm boobs. Amazingly ... despite the pain of the bullet having burned it's excruciating way through her entrails...the Nazi's big nipples still protruded stiffly on her large, swaying globes.

"Uuuuggghhh....", Jessika grimaced, baring her lips across her teeth. "Oooooohhh ...ohhhh ... it..it...h..hurts...too...m...much...much.. ... too ... muuuuch!" Her muscles quivered as she bit her lip. "H..How...could...y..you?", she coughed harshly ... blood from her lips splattering droplets of red over her jiggling, still enticing boobs. Her expression was frozen, her face contorted in intense agony.

Bridgette only had a moment before talking to a corpse, but got it in. "It was easy ... BITCH!", she spat out.

"Aaargghhh', Jessika groaned, and died, pitching forward with a loud thump to the wooden floor, already stained liberally with her blood ... her breasts squashed flat ... luscious white buttocks quivering one last time ... a crimson pool slowly forming around her splayed limbs.

Bridgette was still staring at the corpse at her feet, when the door burst open, and two female SS guards rushed in ... stopping and staring in disbelief at the dead bodies of Viktoria and Jessika. This gave Bridgette all the time she needed. She turned quickly and shot the one guard, who was trying to bring her Schmeisser to bear, in the head, and commanded the other: "Hande Hoch!!"

Although this had been her very first kill, and her stomach churned a bit, Bridgette also felt strangely aroused, and walked over to the phone with a calmness and serenity that amazed herself. While keeping her prisoner in her sights, she dialled her boyfriend who had recently recruited her into the French Resistance: "Ma Cherie ... please urgently come to Chateau Vilenac ... What a pleasant surprise I've got for you!"

After tying up the SS guard, the French woman rolled Jessika's corpse over with her foot, whose head dangled limply, and eyes stared wide, but unseeing at the ceiling. Bridgette spread the Nazi's legs wide and bent them at the knees to tilt her pelvis up so that both her cunt and anus were completely exposed. Bridgette then took the huge ribbed dildo, murmuring: "I'm sure you'd luv this as a souvenir, BITCH!" and slowly forced it into Jessika's arsehole, stretching it to a taut ring, fucking her in and out a few times, before forcing it in all the way. "Hmm ... nice and tight! ... Looks like you were a real virgin there!", the French woman smirked, giggling to herself.

She then knelt to straddle Jessika's corpse, and closed her eyes. Then she took her in her arms and bent to kiss Jessika fiercely on her warm, slack lips -- a victor's kiss -- before lowering her gently back onto the wooden floor. Bridgette still admired the firm, muscled, yet voluptuous body, of her nude victim, and whispered teasingly "C'est le Guerre ... Au revoir!"

Soon Bridgette's boyfriend, Sammi, arrived with a small squadron of heavily armed French Resistance girls. Giggling and gossiping about their dead foes' bodies, first squeezing and slapping their cooling tits, then seizing them by their jackbooted heels and dragging the three bodies to the outside. The SS guard was stripped naked, all their boots removed, and all three nude bodies were laid out toes and boobs-up near the wall of the Chateau. Bridgette, still naked herself, paused to examine each of the dead girls.

She gazed down at the SS guard, who also looked lovely even as she lay open-mouthed and naked in death. Admiring her small firm breasts, she pushed the girl's bloody head to one side with her foot on her jaw to view her attractive, undamaged features.

Bridgette strode proudly along the line of dead Nazi girls? feet, over to Jessika?s shapely body, planting her own bare foot firmly between her big breasts, posing for a photo. "Damn, I'm so lucky to get out alive from the clutches of this dangerous, evil bitch ... never thought I'd feel so horny, taking revenge!"

Turning around, Bridgette gave a little gasp of indignation as she saw her boyfriend, Sammi. with his trousers already round his knees, a massive erection pointing at the exposed crotches of the dead Nazi sluts. Bridgette spoke harshly: "NO, my love! DON'T! ... Don't waste it on these worthless dead cunts ... they're past caring ... and I really want you to spurt deep inside ME, I'm so fucking horny!" Reluctantly her boyfriend struggled to get his trousers back on, suggesting: "OK, let's take these Nazi sluts to the village and put them on display in those medieval stockades in front of the museum as a warning to the Gestapo ... ".

Two female French fighters came forward to lift and load the limp bodies of Viktoria and the SS guard roughly into a two-wheeled cart partly filled with grain sacks, bare feet sticking out over the edge. Waving away a third fighter, Bridgette with a rueful sigh, personally heaved Jessika's cooling body over her shoulder, causing the dildo to slip from the Nazi's arsehole like a turd and fall on the ground, causing widespread giggles and taunts. Not bothering to pick it up, Bridgette walked over to the cart to dump the Nazi into a sitting position behind the driver's seat, long naked legs spread wide, stretched out, and undignifiedly parted in death to expose her swollen sex, still glistening wetly. A French girl came forward laughing and mocking, and jauntily perched Jessika and Viktoria's black Gestapo caps with the Death's Head insignia on their heads, jeering: "You fucking sluts! ... You don't look so invincible and superior now, do you?"

Bridgette then dressed in the house, and when she came out, her boyfriend gave the signal, grinning from ear to ear, and the victorious French Resistance fighters set out for the village, singing the Marseilles boisterously as they marched. The cart jostled the three naked bodies, and Jessika's beautiful auburn head seemed to nod as it slumped sullenly on her massive chest. Bridgette smiled as she inspected her stark-naked prizes. Jessika sat flanked by the nude corpses of Viktoria and the SS guard, the first with her slack chin resting on Jessika's shoulder, the other slumping with parted lips touching the dead Gestapo officer's breast, almost looking as if she was attempting to suckle.

Bridgette felt herself getting horny, and squeezed her boyfriend's hand, knowing that sex tonight was going to be superhot.

THE END

[MikeJV]

It's ok Jess, story is cool. Enjoyed it alot, thx! *HUG* It would be very easy to make this a hate story, but it was done properly... it the spirit of the board.

MikeJV

[Jessikafights]

Some readers here might have noticed the similarity with one of Mickey Spilane's book endings (can't remember which) - me hoping to seduce Bridgette & the famous line:

"H..How...could...y..you?", and her reply; ""It was easy ... BITCH!"

Aaarghhh! [img]eek.gif[/img]
Jessie

[Catwacher]

Mmmmmm, another winner from Jess! And the foreplay was delicious too! [img]wink.gif[/img]

I loved the little part up front when you knocked out the French girl with your leather clad fist my dear. I swear you have the combo to the lock in my head Jess! [img]graemlins/devil.gif[/img]

Thanks for this one sweetheart!