XXX – DONT GO AWAY

if it were a movie:
Ophelia Skorzena: Daria Werbowy
Music theme 1: play.spotify.com/track/6JI9FGp…
Music theme 2: play.spotify.com/track/7pmTcbK…
Eve Lois Mountbatten: Karen Gillian
Music theme: play.spotify.com/track/7DUpuAz…

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By the way, Lady Aznar is touring through USA at the moment, and her show includes a bondage act too. Tomorrow, she will be in Las Vegas, Saturday in Dallas, Texas, and Monday in New Orleans. Don’t miss her show, and don’t forget to buy the magazine…”



Outside Camp Just, Irish countryside, April 4th, 1939, 3.03 hours

Lady Knight Eve Lois Mountbatten scanned the area ahead. All quiet between the barracks. Two pairs of sentries with rifles out. Her commandos were gathered in the woods around and behind her. Everything was ready.
She made a handsign to the two pairs who were planned to take care of the sentries. They rushed forward, blending perfectly with the dark night in their clothes.
Mountbatten watched on. One pair of Irish gals was smoking, ruining their night vision. They went down first, dropped by precise attacks of the commandos. The other pair was childs play too. While the commandos used the special black tape on the four ladies, Mountbatten made signs to her group leadresses.
Suddenly, the door of a barrack opened. Damnit, it was the Shawnessy herself. She hurried through the night, obviously not very aware of her surroundings, thank the goddess. The redhead didnt notice the absence of her guards. Feeling secure here, dont we? Lois thought with grim satisfaction. The Shawnessy entered what Lois knew were the shower barrack. Okay, luck is with the brave. So, the blonde german and Shawnessy would have to be taken out singly. Lois reached a quick decision.
“Leftenant Stockbottom. Take first section and go after the blonde bitch. I will take care of Lady Blodwen.”
Young Stockbottom nodded, clearly eager to get her hands on a German SET.
On Lois handsign, the commandos rose and started to run towards their objectives. She herself heading for the shower barrack, four commandos behind her.


Quarter III, Camp Just, 3.08 hours

After another long day of hard training, the terrorist gals in the long barrack were sleeping deeply, dreaming the dreams of the just.
Keira OBrien suddenly woke like her 19 companions to found the room swarming with dark clad hooded gals armed with submachineguns, who ordered the surprised chicks to be quiet and obey orders if they wanted to live.
The young gal with reddish blonde hair and cute frackles exchanged glances of disbelief and horror with her mates, but what could they do? Resistance would be pointless. Shocked and confused, she and the others had to obey.
One intrudress walked from bed to bed and handed the Irish gals rubberballs and strips of tape. Still in shock, Keira did as ordered and gagged herself with the materials. After all twenty terrorists were thoroughly gagged, the commandos bound them with tape, leaving the helpless bundles on the beds.
Like in a movie, the Irish gals started to wriggle uselessly and mewed into their gags.
In the three other quarters of the camp, things happened much the same, the commandos taking out about 80 terrorists in a matter of minutes.


Shower barrack, Camp Just, same time

Blodwen showered for some time, thinking about the Skorzeny. O, as she called her, was one tough bitch, cold as ice and barely ever showing a real emotion. Blodwen liked that. On the other hand, you were never sure if she was really on your side. She knew quite well the Germans only used her and her gals as a pawn to distract and weaken the damned English, but Blodwen didnt care. She had her own goals, and as long as money, weapons and explosives found their way from Germany to the IRA, the Superfrauen could use the Irish movement as they pleased.
Too bad O was leaving. She had never encountered a better lover in her life, and...
An iron hand clamped over Blodwens mouth, and an arm made of steel gripped her body and pressed her arms at her sides. Taken totally by surprise, she let out a muffled scream. The hand vanished from her mouth, and Blodwen prepared herself to let out an immediate scream of alarm. The attackresses had waited exactly for that move. Something big was forced into Blodwens gaping mouth, her outcry coming out as a suppressed groan.
There were several of them, and they went to work on the surprised redhead without delay. Before Blodwen could think of anything useful, her gag was secured by several wraps of tape wound around her head, her arms were taped behind her back, and her legs bound with tape too.
A voice said:
“Good morning, Miss Shawnessy, let me introduce myself. I am Colonel Eve Lois Mounbatten of the Queens own commandos, and you are our prisoner.”
The gal had lifted the hood, revealing an aristocratic face and bound back red hair.
Blodwens eyes bulged. No, this couldnt be. Her plans, her revenge, all gone, she prisoner of the bloody enemy. She fought her bonds like mad, wriggling about, her face reddening, growling uncomprehensible insults into her squeaking gag.
The Mounbatten looked down on her, obviously very pleased. That fueled Blodwens furor even more.
Mounbatten said to the other commandos in this upper class accent Blodwen hated above all:
“Quite lively, our Miss. Will probably put up quite a show during her hanging.”


Blodwens quarters, Camp Just, about the same time

Justine Stockbottom, Sergeant Linneker and her 3 gals had reached the barrack without problem. Risking a look through the window, Justine spotted the tall blonde standing near the bed stark naked, busying herself with a cigarette and matches. What a body! Well, superfrau, you wont smoke this cigarette now, and none for quite a while, the young officer thought.
This was something else than the Montgomery. This would be very satisfying. Time to get started.
The commandos opened the door and rushed in. Justine was well trained, but she was rather young, and this beautiful, arrogant blonde had diminished her prudence by her sight alone. The young leftenant decided to put up a show.
“Freeze, mylady!”
The blonde, busied with her matches, looked about. On her arrogant features, slowly surprise, than shock emerged. Her eyes went round and wide, her lips quivering, the cigarette dangling from her rather slack lips. She looked very silly with her totally perplexed face and the cigarette. A very satisfying sight for Justine and the other commandos. Sergeant Linneker, moments ago determined to knock down the German, changed her mind, intrigued by the transformance of this superchick from arrogant supermaiden to stupid looking victim.
“Should I secure her, Leftenant?”
“Oh, wait, let her gag herself.”
“Yes, Leftenant.”
Linneker grinned widely.
The blonde blurted:
“No, no gag please! What is the meaning of all this? Who are you?”
Linneker came forward and tossed a rubberball and a roll of tape to the blonde.
“Open wide and stuff your cute mouth with this will you, dear?”
“What? No, please...”
Justine laid steel in her voice:
“Do it, now!”
Obviously afraid, the German obeyed, laying down the cigarette on the sideboard, with an odd accuracy no one noticed, and put the gag ball into her mouth, letting out a satisfying groan.
Linneker grinned:
“Really nice, mylady. Now wound the tape around your head.”
Wideeyed, the Skorzeny hold up her blonde mane with one hand, rolling the tape with the other. The broad white tape in the blondes face appealed to Justine.
“More, tighter.”
“Mmmppff!”, a muffled plea for mercy.
“Okay, secure her,” Justine ordered.
The blonde put her hands to her gagged face, clearly in big distress, looking totally helpless. Justine with her gun remaining in the background, Sergeant Linneker and the others, somehow forgetting parts of their training, came forward to tape up the shapely blonde in a nick of time.
It never happened. Later, Justine couldnt recall HOW it had happened, no matter how often she replayed the scene in her mind.
Suddenly, the blonde moved. Real fast. Two commandos were down, hit by vicious, precise kicks, before any of the Brits could react.
Justines first thought was to shoot, but sergeant Linneker stepped in the way, reacting the fastest, trying to knock the blonde down with her smg-butt. Instead, the muscled lady sergeant received Skorzenys stiff fingers in her stomach.
The leftenant still had no clear line of fire. Meanwhile, the blonde parried a rather skillfull attack by Corporal Shilton, and sent Linneker with another kick into Justine. As Stockbottom regained her footing and took aim again, the corporal was down too, and the blonde demon was at Justines side. Her cold fingers press in an odd soft movement against Justines neck. The English leftenant whirled around to deliver a kick to the enemy for a change, her hand coming up to parry the odd touch between her shoulders and neck.
At least, Justine wanted to do that. But suddenly, all her muscles felt like rubber, and dark clouds hampered her vision. Her strength sapping from her, the last thing she saw was the blondes face, the blue eyes over the white gag cool and arrogant. Then everything went dark.

As Justine regained consciousness, she sat on the bed, her back leaned against the wall. Her black combat suit and her boots were gone, her limbs and body tied with tape, a tight gag pressing into her cheeks. To her left, Sergeant Linneker endured the same ordeal, though she still had her uniform. Two more commandos followed further left on the rather well occupied bed.
The blonde busied herself with Corporal Shilton, binding and gagging her too. The commandos weapons lay to one side. Skorzenys gag was gone, a burning cigarette dangled from her lips. She wore Stockbottoms combat suit up to the cap.
Stockbottom changed a glance with Linneker, who let out a frustrated groan. The blonde was done with Shilton, lifting her from the ground with disturbing ease and placing her on the bed with the four others.
She killed her Marlboro in the ashtray on the sideboard and looked down on her five prisoners. Justine tried to stare back at her with all defiance she could muster. She could hear the other commandos outside in the camp shout the “All clear” signals. The mission had been a success. Only in this barrack, things were a bit different.
The blonde devil allowed herself a smile.
“Excuse me, leftenant, ladies. I have to leave now. Urgent matters I have to attend to. Please, enjoy your stay as long as it lasts. You may consider wriggling and mewing a bit, otherwise bondage is becoming boring after a while. It was a pleasure to play with you. Perhaps we meet again.”
While speaking, Skorzeny took up a weapon and headed for the door. Reaching for her hood, she concluded:
“Better luck next time, and... dont go away!”
Then she left, leaving some very subdued, in more than one sense, commandos behind.


In the open, Camp Just, same moment

Lois Mountbatten was in a good mood for a change. Taking out the Shawnessy had been delicious, and her officers one after the other gave her the “Alll clear” from all parts of the camp.
The mission had been a smashing success. Now for the boring part to get the prisoners out of the Irish Repblic. They would radio to an RAF airship on standby, which would sneak into Irish airspace to pick her force and the prisoners up.
Lois forgot for the first time in two weeks about her daughters exclusion from school because of torturing a cat on the graveyard of a former school directress. She didnt forget the blonde German tough. No sign from Stockbottom and Linneker. She sensed problems. She gestured to one of her captains and her gals, and approached the barrack which had been Stockbottoms target.
All quiet. Their weapons at the ready, the commandos took up positions at door and windows. Lois looked through a window.
“Bloody hell! Go in!”
They went in. Stockbottom and the others were still on the bed, their ordeal lasting only for a few minutes. Lois adressed the leftenant:
“Its looking as if you got something wrong with your orders.”
Stockbottom reddened under her gag. Lois noticed her cute lingerie. So, the German wore her uniform. A corporal cut the gag tape with a knife, peeling it from the leftenants mouth, then freeing her from the rubberball.
“She must still be around, she left only minutes ago!”
Lois just noddded to Justines outburst and started giving orders.


Queens Finest, a pub in London, United Queendom, April 6th, 1939, 19.11 hours

“Dont worry anymore, leftenant. We got the Shawnessy and all her gals. This blonde bitch doesnt matter. And regarding your performance, one learns from mistakes. Sure, we were lucky no one was killed. Interesting the SET taped you all up too. Would have been far easier to dispose of you entirely.”
“How nice of her, not to kill us. I should send her flowers.”
“So young and already so sarcastic.”
“Mam, please...”
“One thing you have to get straight, Stockbottom. When you and I are sitting in a pub in private, I am Lois to you. Thats an order. Another ale?”
“Ahh... very well, Lois. Yes, thanks. But I would like to get this blonde nonetheless. What an arrogant, insulting...”
“Cool?”
“Arrh... yes, you are right, shes a cool cat. If therell be war, I hope the Huns dont have more of this sort.”
“Who knows, maybe you get your chance for revenge. Tell me something else, Justine. This cute nurse at Mellowmouth hospital... is this serious?”
“Uh, yes, I think so. Did you find another school for your daughter today?”
“Oh, yes, the “Strict Institute for fallen Maidens” was delighted to lay hands on her.”
“She is young and rebellious, she will grow up.”
“I wish you were right. Cheers!”


Onboard British Airways ROWENNA KIPLING, en route to Lisbon from Belfast, same time

The lady with the dark hair in a strict knot at her neck and the thick glasses didnt get much attention from other passengers. Her clothes too out of date, she even not wearing any make-up. Her nose buried into a copy of War and Peace in french.
Skorzeny checked her watch. Half an hour to Portugal, than another airship to Berlin. She would be in the Reich before the new dawn. Her disguise was probably unneccessary, but you couldnt be too careful in some circumstances. Especially if you decide to enter British territory and fly out of the danger zone on a British airship. She did it just for fun, loving the irony in it.
The SET colonel thought about the English commandos. To easy to deceipt, to easy to take out in combat. But they would learn. Ophelia looked forward to the war. She had a feeling she would meet the cute leftenant and the others again.
Reading a book as boring as Leonie Tolstojs VOIJNA I MIR would normally be torture for her, but she could be patient if it was part of a mission, even a selfimposed one.
Her thoughts wandered again. To bad for the IRA chicks and her wildcat. Well, Blodwen had that coming. She had been a fool, believing in her ideology. Ideology was as much nonsense as religion. Now the Shawnessy would hang for the things her ideology made her do.
Skorzeny shrugged inwardly. Blodwen was history. As was Britains distraction by a fullgrown IRA guerilla force. But the escapade had been surely worth the information Skorzeny obtained by it: The Britas had formed a special mission force too. Himmler wouldnt like that.
She herself welcomed this new problem. Everything was far more interesting that way...