Winston's Angels - Enter Lady Darla

May 7, 2025

The weather was a perfect combination of autumn like coolness and sunshine, as the RAF's newest high tech fighters flew in tandem with Spitfires and other vintage aircraft, all for the purpose of celebrating the 75th anniversary of the world's triumph over Adolph Hitler and his Nazi machine. On this day, Great Britain's leaders and newly crowned king celebrated the nation's Greatest Generation, of which, few now remained.

At 96 years, Lady Digby-Padgett, despite her age, remembered vividly not only how dark those initial days and years of the war were, but also how those of her generation rose to the challenge as asked by their new leader, Sir Winston Churchill and squashed the Nazi thugs. As she sat there, between both King Charles and Diana's eldest son, she listened to the honors that were now being bestowed upon her as she received the nation's highest military honor, the Victoria Cross, for valor "in the face of the enemy".

Among the many speakers for that day were the son of her dear departed cousin, as well as the prime minister, the curator of the Bletchley Park Trust, as well as her grandson, First Sea Lord and Chief of the Royal Navy, Admiral Ian Padgett. All of whom only recently, as well as the entire world, learned of her true role and heroism as a member of the world's first all female special forces team. However, unlike most war secrets of that day, it was only recently that the ones she knew had been declassified and made public, for, as the world was now finding out, the Nazis, even in defeat and death, would have won the war, had it not been because of the bravery and sacrifice of Lady Digby-Padgett and her intrepid team whom the history books were now calling- Winston's Angels.

Vichy France 1942

Charlotte's protests were cut short by the crack of the whip into the side of her bound and naked body that was draped over the commandant's. The sting of which made Englishwoman gag, so as to stem the rising vomit in her throat while her her skin welted up in response.

"Limey slut! You will tell me - eventually," she stated casually and with an air of indifference.

The statuesque Gestapo officer then lowered her skirt and eased her throbbing cock out. As Charlotte turned her head and watched, she fainted at the sight of her captor towering over her with a monstrous cock jutting from the front of her waist in hard erection.

"Your arse hole looks rather delectable," the camp mistress muttered threateningly and then threw her head back and laughed wickedly as she poured lubricant onto her fingers.

"How I do love fucking you Englishwomen in the ass! But don't worry Fraulein, I am sure you will learn to love the feeling of Nazi cock and spunk. Especially since you will spend your remaining child bearing years making babies for ze Fuhrer!"

The commandant continued to laugh as the spy wailed and begged, pleading in a pathetically endearing whine of a little girl. She then raised a leg and straddled Charlotte's back, still standing but with a booted foot on either side of the young WREN's cowering body. The officer then faced toward her feet, to the creamy mounds of Charlotte's buttocks and the soft pink gash of skin between them. The officer raised her arm high above her shoulder, aiming the riding crop and pausing there to savor the blubbering cries of the captured operative. Then she swung down hard, with all the force her powerful body could muster, landing the shaft of the riding crop along the crease of Charlotte's backside.

As the crop struck her ass, Charlotte screamed, her body locked in tension and a deep throaty gurgle came from her as the excruciating agony tore through her. Again the commandant lashed her and then again, her inhuman sized cock rearing and jerking in excited reaction. At the puckered pink ring of her anus she aimed, striking the tender little ring with a sickeningly savage blow of sheer sadism while Charlotte screamed, her whole body shaken by the heaving sobs as her body absorbed the searing pain. Her mouth gaped open, working feverishly in a desperate effort to appease her tormentor, but no words would come.

Eight hard lashes the officer whipped her ass hole with, cutting hard strokes that discolored her delicate skin instantly to show a deep and reddish-blue bruising. Her little ring, which the officer now smeared and lubricated beckoned the camp leader, now beckoned for piercing. The Gestapo officer then paused, breathing hard, and then squeezing her cock with her free hand to savor the sweet sensations of giving pain. She moved around behind Charlotte and bowing her knees, squatting slightly but not kneeling, brought the head of her cock in line with Charlotte's virgin ass hole. She then pressed in, locating the huge bulbous head of her cock against Charlotte's tiny anal ring.

"Tell me!" The commandant repeated.

"But I don't know anything!" Charlotte wailed pitifully.

The spy began to howl, like an animal in pain as the tight ring of her muscles began to expand under the increasing pressure of the Nazi's cock. This was something they had never taught her how to endure at the Special Service's one month spy school. She tensed, clamping her little opening shut to try to prevent the intended invasion into her secret passage. However, resistance was now futile, as Charlotte cried out as the pressure increased on her bottom and her little puckered ring began to give way. The girl screamed, a heartfelt and sorrowful wailing of deep misery and shame as her hole was stretched wide and the Nazi's cock pushed in.

However, for this young woman, her capture and rape was nothing compared to the special fate would soon wait her and the rest of her British compatriots, the group of women whom were only known as "Winston's Angels".......

In 1933, Adolph Hitler came to power, and with his rise and eventual demise came new and wondrous new inventions and technologies, such as jet planes, rockets, and of course, atomic weapons. However, these are not the only inventions and super-weapons that the Nazi's created and sought to use on the allies, in their plan for world domination. During the war and after the war there were rumors of fantastic inventions and technologies that never saw the light of day, such as the Nazi UFO program in the Antarctic, the German super soldier program, the Aryan cloning project, the Orgasm Gun, and a list of other bizarre projects that many say never came to the attention of the public because of the dedicated work of a small cadre of female volunteers belonging to Britain's elite SOE, the Special Operations Executive, known informally as Winston's Angels, or as they were called in the Defence Ministry, Winnie's Tarts. These young women, all of whom possessed, not only a superior intellect, but also the strength and stamina of the finest female gymnast or figure skaters, sacrificed both their bodies and dignity in the cause of freedom.

From 1939 to 1945, Winston's Angels embarked on a continuous series of daring adventures, not only in Germany, but everywhere around the world where the Nazis and their evil allies, the Japanese, had gained a foothold. The basis for their formation was to learn as much as possible about what intelligence analysts at Bletchley Park and the Prime Minister's office called 'The Omega File'. The Omega File itself was a strange and bizarre handwritten plan of action written for Hitler, by a dead and well known German physician and biologist, of the Nazis plan to develop strange none lethal weapons, as well as use occult and supposedly alien technologies to create so called super-soldiers. In addition, the file also contained plans for the creation of man eating insects, mind control devices, and colonies on the far side of the moon.

Yet, in spite of the claims, which Churchill actually tended to believe, despite their claims that defied even H. G. Wells' imagination, the truth was that he no longer had the manpower to justify sending men behind enemy lines to go on what his cabinet called, "a wild goose chase." Thus, it was that Churchill's daughter in law, Pamela, suggested that he should find a group of suitable women, whom she convinced him could not only do a better job, but also were more suitable for such work as there were a number of highly educated and beautiful British women like herself who were being underutilized in the current war effort.

Days later, upon his return to 10 Downing Street, Churchill drafted a top secret memo to his war cabinet. They were to find him a team of highly educated and very beautiful young women, within two weeks, for an operation that he called simply- The Omega Project. However, the recruitment of the operatives would be conducted, not by Churchill, but rather, clandestinely, by his daughter in law, the lovely Mrs. Pamela Digby Churchill, for she had already decided on whom she believed were the best suited women for this special mission- those of her class from Munich Polytechnic, starting with her cousin, the little red-headed 5'0" spitfire named Lady Darla Digby.

May 1, 1940

In Spring of 1940, though the Battle of Britain was mere weeks away from raging over the skies of London and, even on a bright sunny day in Cambridge and King's Colleges, a somber mood clouded over the commencement ceremonies, both in Cambridge as well as other colleges, that were now underway. The young men and women of this years graduating class, as well as their families and friends in the audience, were all to aware that in the coming months and years, many of them would be sent off to fight and die for both King and Country. Among these graduates, most of whom had already now signed up for service for their nation's fight, was an intrepid and beautiful young woman, Lady Darla Digby.

The young, fair-skinned red headed Ms. Digby, despite her parents desire for her to marry and have children, was now, at age 21, graduating, with high honors, and now the holder of twin degrees in biology and German. Yet, despite all of her academic achievement, she was, but now, to her new employer, little more than an Ordinary Wren. For you see, despite her high marks in German, as well as her good looks, Lady Darla failed to qualify for service in the Women's Auxiliary Air Force (WAAF), but did, much to her mother's dismay, qualify for enlistment in the British Women's Royal Naval Service (WRENS). After which, her cousin, Lady Randolph Churchill, managed to convince her father in law to request that she be assigned as a German translator at a place called 'Bletchley Park' near her both her hometown of Northampton, but most importantly, near Chequers. For it was at Chequers Lady Pamela was now convalescing as she entered the midpoint of her pregnancy with the Prime Minister's first grandchild.

The assignment to Bletchley was a surprise, for she had expected to be sent to work for the Admiralty in London or even at Scapa Flow, where the British main naval fleet was headquartered. However, what bothered Darla was not the assignment, but rather the reasons behind it. For, as much as she loved her dear cousin Pam, she did not want to be seen as being assigned there only because her cousin, whom she saw more as a sister, was now the daughter in law, with all due respect to the King, of the most powerful man in all of England. Yet, despite her misgivings, Darla would, in the next several days, report for duty at Bletchley and begin a long summer of translating intercepted messages. It was during this long summer that she would, at night, from the safety of her father's estate, watch from a distance and see her beloved country bombed into near submission, while at the same time she cried herself silently to sleep and wondered about the love of her life, Helmut, and asked God why fate could be so cruel.

In Darla's brief life she had only known two lovers, her cousin Pamela, is whose arms she had laid when they were 15 year old girls and curious about sex, and Helmut. That summer, during the Battle of Britain, as Darla lay awake at night and watched the fires of London burn, she tried to bring a smile to her face and dream about the love of her life, Helmut Kohl, whom she had a torrid affair with as an exchange student just two years prior, when they were students at Munich Polytechnic. Young Helmut, just three years her senior and an SS cadet, was a muscular and seasoned lover, whom took her to places both physically and emotionally that her body and brain could never forget. Even two years later, after she said goodbye to him at the train station, she still could feel his lips and cock both over and deep inside of her begging body, the pleasure of which still haunter her wet dreams.

Yet, despite the passion, as she stood there on the platform and kissed him goodbye, Darla knew that she could never marry him nor be anything but a free Englishwoman. For she had seen, during her summer of love, how the Nazis had enslaved Helmut and his young German friends, turning them against their will into SS thugs, and suspected that soon the day would come when Hitler would try to enslave her and the rest of the world. Yet, despite her hatred of the Nazis, she still loved Helmut, and dreamed every night of him and the love he made passionately to her.

May 1, 1938

Deep inside the bowels of the the Third Reich's new science ministry a meeting was taking place among five men, all scientists, on just how to carry out the Fuhrer's latest directive. Just hours before, the technology science minister had summoned these men together to meet with Her Hitler personally, for a private and top secret meeting to discuss with them their new leader's plan to propel science 100 years forward by 1940, which, the chancellor decreed, was when their country would embark on a 1,000 year period of greatness. As the men sat there, they outlined on a chalkboard, the points the chancellor made as to the direction of a vision he called Operation Omega.

Several weeks later, with no warning, the Fuhrer cut the scientists out of the loop, for he had changed his mind and turned the operation to the SS, for he had found the only man whom he could trust to lead this outlandish endeavor, his name- Josef Fritz.

The man the Fuhrer selected to oversee Operation Omega was Gruppenfuhrer (General) Josef Fritz, the decathlon bronze medal winner of the 1928 Amsterdam Olympics. In addition to possessing the physique of a Greek god, the ageless 40-something SS leader also possessed a scientific vision and knowledge that only the Fuhrer himself understood and appreciated. The Fuhrer had personally selected the German sports hero, not because of his fame, but because he was the only man in all of Germany who possessed the intellect and forward looking vision to make all of the scientific predictions of Jules Verne and H. G. Wells not only come true, but most importantly, to make them a reality by the time Hitler unleashed his Wehrmacht on a technologically unprepared world.

General Fritz was, like many in the SS a ruthless and sadistic professional killer, but whose intellect allowed him to envision a new age in science whereby the Third Reich would make the dreams of Verne and Wells come true, but also provide the German people and military, in less than five years, with even greater technological and scientific breakthroughs than the world have ever known before. Among his orders from the Fuhrer were to find new ways of creating more effective means of computing, waging biological warfare, and finding new ways of extracting information from suspected spies.

However, despite the Fuhrer's desires to exterminate the Jews, on this matter General Fritz respectfully disagreed, for he had many past Jewish lovers. And even though he still considered them second class citizens, he had little use for needless and indiscriminate murder. As a result of the General's close friendship to the Fuhrer, who knew of Josef's past Jewish and other non-Aryan peccadilloes and other sexual exploits, and Hitler's belief in the General's abilities and judgment, Operation Omega would be allowed to employ as many Jewish scientists and other essential personnel as deemed fit, but only on the condition that Fritz monitored their activities closely and placed them under a new kind of mind control that Fritz himself had developed during his days as a pioneering brain researcher and surgeon. Her General had specifically begun experimentation with a specially developed love potion that he initially created from a variety of plant species that he had collected deep in the heart of Africa prior to the burning of the Reichstag on a fact finding mission for Himmler.

In addition to mind control, which the General himself had been obsessed with since he was rejected from his first girlfriend, Fritz also had published numerous scientific articles on the scientific possibility of creating the hybrid creatures of mythology, such as a Centaur, Orc or Minotaur. However, what Fritz convinced Hitler to request from Operation Omega was the creation of the world's first meta-humans, a new hermaphrodite race that he called Aryan Amazons. As he and Fritz discussed the subject, from the comfort of the Berghof, the Fuhrer decreed that the Amazons should possess the beauty and grace of Venus and the strength of Zeus. Furthermore, Hitler wanted these meta-humans to not only be beautiful and graceful, but he also wanted them to stand tall at 6'5" and possess the physique of Atlas.

Such a request, Fritz proclaimed to his Fuhrer, was not only possible, but had already been achieved. For, during Josef's time in Southwest Africa, when he was a student during the Great War, Herr General had been involved in a great experiment commissioned by the Kaiser himself of such a plan, which, much to all involved, was not only a success, but had brought about a new species. After the war, the young girls were spirited away to Brazil where they lived and were raised by sadistic and militaristic German nuns in a remote immigrant village near the Amazon. As a result of their upbringing, these real life Amazons, had already been brain washed to not only obey their German masters, but also inflict pain and punishment in the name of Adolph Hitler. As such, they were now on their way, via steamer, from Argentina, after which Fritz would use the women, as part of his cadre of Lebensborn and laboratory commandants, which he himself would personally supervise and oversee along with his lover Elsa.

As the men talked through the night about their plans for Operation Omega into practice, a young girl hovered nearby. For the rest of the evening, young Eva Braun heard the men, along with Hitler's personal secretary, Martin_Borman, discuss incredible and wild ideas, such as harnessing the biology of small insects to create human sized clones, mating humans and horses, Orcs, conquering Africa with man eating plants, flying saucers, Martians, rockets to the moon, and of special interest to her, using the power of an orgasm to extract information out of unwilling subjects, and numerous other wild ideas. In fact, the ideas, for Eva, especially the ones involving using sex as a weapon were so fascinating that later she convinced Herr Borman to suggest the Fuhrer to allow her to be Hitler's liaison to Herr Fritz, and the project's photographer. Which, as the history books do not say, Borman was willing to do as a way to keep her busy and away from the every increasing erratic leader. Additionally, Borman saw it as a way for her to sate the sexual thirst that the Fuhrer himself could not quench....

Autumn 1940

At the Country Home of the Prime Minister, Chequers, Pamela Churchill sat behind the desk in her father-in-law's office. At seven months pregnant, young Lady Digby-Churchill was ready for her child to come out now, so as to free her from the heavy burden of being an expectant mother. Of course, motherhood, she knew, was going to be even more of a challenge, particularly as she sensed that her marriage to Randolph would not last. Yet, the thought of being a single woman did thrill her, unfortunately that would mean the possible end of her relationship with Sir Winston, or Pappa, as she affectionately called him.

During her time living with her dear and sweet father in law, Pamela and Winston had become incredibly close, in a father and daughter way. He confided in her all of his fears and concerns that only a man of such great stature could have. She knew secrets so damning that, if the Germans were ever to invade, she would have to kill herself first. There were terms like Ultra, Station X, and many other secrets, which no one outside Sir Winston's inner circle knew, except her. That is why Winston trusted her to oversee the The Omega File Project and to help him figure out the best way to utilize the skills of Britain's underused female university and college graduates.

The reason for the Prime Minister's insistence on utilizing the talent in the WRENS, WAAF, and the Royal Army's Auxiliary Territorial Service (ATS), was that several complaints had reached his desk from several admirals and generals that they believed that the single women of Britain should be put to greater use outside of the homeland, to which Churchill readily agreed. However, in recruiting single women for an dangerous ultra top secret mission behind enemy lines was not going to be an easy job, but since he was too busy on more pressing matters, and because she was so eager to help, he turned the job over to Pamela. Her eagerness to help was sincere, for she had been wanting to do something more than being her father-in-law's confidant. Thus, with Winston's blessings, Pamela began her task of learning as much as possible about the factual basis behind the claims in the Omega File.

For several days afterward, Pamela ordered (in her father-in-law's name) dozens of books from the Freemasonry Library in London and the London Library, all of which arrived less than a day after they were requested. The majority of the books which Pamela ordered where books on the occult, for, as was claimed in the Omega File, much of the Nazi regime's beliefs were based on occult teachings. Additionally, Pamela brushed up on her Greek mythology due to the fact that the Omega File claimed that Hitler's henchmen were trying to create in the laboratory super-soldier imitations of Amazons, Centaurs, Minotaurs, Griffins, and a host of other exotic and strange creatures.

To Pamela, as well as Churchill and the rest of his inner circle, the claims in the Omega File sounded more like an H. G. Wells' story than actual military intelligence; and would likely not have been believed had it not been confirmed to have been written by the now recently deceased Alfred Ploetz, a passionate Nazi physician and biologist, as well as honorary SS officer, whom was consulting Gruppenfuhrer Josef Fritz, the SS chief foreign technology and science officer.

In researching the claims of the Omega File, young Pamela was able to, over the course of a few weeks, put together a theory of what it was that she believed that the German's were up to. Her working theory was that, in their vain quest to prove that the were the master race, the Nazis were now in the process of trying to subvert the laws of science. Specifically, the Germans, according to intercepted communications from Bletchley Park, had created a series of SS mind control prisons and stud farms' for selective breeding using French, Czech, Slovakian, Belgian, Dutch, and Austrian women. The classified cables also confirmed that the Nazis were indeed in the process of sending military science teams, via Zeppelins, to remote parts of the world, including Africa, in order to find and bring back to Berlin the world's greatest mythological treasures and weapons, including, but not limited to, the Spear of Destiny, the Ark of the Covenant, the Hammer of Thor, Excalibur's Sword, and others to numerous to mention.

What the intelligence could not confirm though was the claim in the Omega File that the Nazis were trying to create a new breed of hybrid humans such as Orcs and Amazons; however, based on what she already knew, Pamela and Winston surmised that the Nazis had done a good job of hiding that program from the SOE's eyes. For the next several weeks, prior to her going into labor with young Winston on October 10, she set about, with the help from several of her father-in-law's closest military advisers, drafting a plan for the insertion of a team of German and French speaking young women into Germany, who would then meet up with a team of willing French and German Resistance members, who themselves worked as high paid escorts and prostitutes in Berlin. Once on the ground, Churchill's girls would then embark, with the help of their prostitute compatriots, ideally, on a series of missions to infiltrate and learn more about what the Germans were really up to, and report back their findings to London. Yet, without a specific target, no plan could ever be developed, for no one knew specifically where to look to find an entrance into Omega.

However, before young Pamela could begin the selection process, she went into labor, while at the same time England's cities burned as she continued to be attacked relentlessly, night after night. For several weeks after young Winston's birth, Pamela's focus shifted to being a new mother, and for her it was quite an adjustment, especially the breast feeding part. Her young Winston was quite a breast man, just like his father, and young Pam, whom had been quite well endowed before becoming pregnant, now found herself being gawked at by both men and women, for her breasts had grown quite large. One night, after Randolph had left for London, and the baby had finally fallen asleep, Pamela's thoughts turned to Darla and she let out a wicked smile. After which she she wrote an invitation to her dear cousin at Bletchley, and then spent the rest of the night gratifying herself to the memories of their summers together during their wild teenage days in Munich....

October 1940

At 10 pm, Herr General Fritz and his aides entered, for the first time in several weeks, the premises at Salon Kitty, where only the most elite of SS officers could afford the pleasure and perversions that were offered there. Madame Kitty, like most women in her early 40s, were complacent Germans who, while not carrying particularly for the Nazis and their brutal ways, had been forced to bend to the Nazi will, or face extermination. However, as luck would have it, her business since the start of the war was now booming, and soon, she planned on hiring a new group of prostitutes from France to replace those whom Herr Fritz had recruited to live at Lebensborn homes in France.

However, Madame Kitty was not sure how long her salon would stay open after the war, especially since Britain seemed like it would surrender any day, while in the East, Stalin and Hitler had made peace. Yet, there was a voice in Madame Kitty's head that kept telling her that the Nazis were doomed to failure, and as such, she kept her eyes open for any information that she could pass along to her friends in the resistance. Now, with the arrival of Herr Fritz and his young and handsome aide, Captain Kohl, an opportunity presented itself, especially since the young officer seemed to have an eye for the aging Madame, whose body still maintained its sensual appeal due to her years as a ballerina.

For Herr General, the last several months had been particularly troublesome and tiring, as Operation Omega went from a mere concept to that of a massive secretive undertaking. Luckily, Josef had at his disposal capable aides and subordinates, all of whom were under his control via an African extract from the Mahala plant. Aside from young Helmut, whose brainwashing had been quick and easy, the general's other aides were mostly female, with the exception of his numerous mad scientists, as he liked to call them. Though Operation Omega was small in scope, it's facilities numbering less than ten, it was highly secretive, therefore, the stress of keeping the project invisible was high. There had been, according to the Gestapo, a few leaks; however, neither the Gestapo or the SS concluded that the allies had any knowledge of Omega, as its premise was so far fetched that even many in the German military complex referred to Herr Fritz, as 'Fritz Lang', 'Jules Fritz', and even 'Fritz Wells'.

Now that the British were on the ropes though, Herr Fritz had originally believed that Omega might soon be closed; however, such was not the case, as he had learned just hours prior. Several hours before coming to the salon, Fritz had been summoned to Hitler's office for a private meeting. It was there that the Fuhrer informed his friend that, though the British were due to surrender any day, a new front would soon open up on the East. As a result, Hitler had directed Fritz to spend any and all necessary money and effort to create for him, in addition to what they had already been ordered, a mind control weapon, so as to both mentally and physically incapacitate selected groups of the Soviet populace, before sending in the planned giant armored insects, during what he termed, 'Operation Barbarossa'.

Upon leaving the Reichsfuhrer's office, Fritz summoned his aide, Helmut, who picked him up, and then was driven back to his laboratory and office near Kitty's. Once in his office, the General and his aide spent the next two hours working out and toning their bodies to Olympic perfection, for Helmut had plans to compete at next Olympiad in, what Hitler had planned to be, the conquered city of London, home to his unrequited love, Darla Digby. Afterward, Fritz summoned Ilsa, and his chief mad scientists together to discuss the Fuhrer's directive.

That night, as Helmut paced naked around his captive whores, whom he had tied up in several unique positions, he marveled at the girls youthful beauty while at the same time contemplating the progress of Omega. One of the projects that his team of mad scientists had been working on was a way to create in men and women sudden and powerful orgasms that kept them from thinking clearly for more than just a few seconds and did not kill them. If only, he thought, as he lashed the bottoms of the girls, there was some way to keep the orgasm going for not simply seconds, but long minutes or even hours without going into a seizure and ultimately dying. Hitler had expressly ordered that none of Omega's creation were to be used to create killing machines, for others in the military were already working on that, but instead Fritz and his team were to design and build weapons to enslave whole populations.

However, as men were not physically able to have a prolonged orgasm beyond a few seconds, the new weapon, Fritz decided should be used to enslave the women of Russia. As for test subjects, Hitler directed Fritz to use prisoners from the camps; however, Herr General suddenly had a better idea, he would instead use the lovely women whom he would recruit from the finest brothels of Berlin and Paris, such as these fine whores who were now laid out before him in what Kitty called "The Dungeon". Meanwhile, upstairs, Madame Kitty was doing her part for the war effort and begging for Helmut to take her deeper and deeper, until finally he could not help himself anymore, pulled out and exploded his spunk deep down her greedy throat. However, for Kitty, her young customer had paid for two hours, and as such she was going to make sure both he and she got what he paid for, even though he called her Darla while cumming.

Bletchley House- December 24, 1940

Upon her arrival from Bletchley Park, via the personal car of the Prime Minister, Lady Darla was greeted with smiles and hugs from not just her cousin by Pamela, but also the Prime Minister himself. Upon her introduction, Darla, who was in full dress uniform of the WRENS, saluted her commander and chief, and took his arm, with Pamela on the other, as the tired old lion escorted the two of them inside and out of the cold and wet weather.

What Darla did not know, and would not know, until a few days later, was that her cousin had brought her here for two reasons, one of which was to recapture some of the magic from their wild youth. The other was to meet with Sir Winston personally so that he could offer to her the opportunity to serve her King and country in a way that was equal to her education and sense of duty. For Darla, in her letters to Pam, during the course of the last few months, had grown tired of her tedious work as a translator and had hinted to Pamela that she wished she could do more to fight the Nazis than just transcribe words. Darla even wondered if women were allowed to serve as 'secret agents'. Yet, despite her dreams of action and adventure and requests to be transferred to the Admiralty in London, she contented herself in knowing that the work she was doing at Bletchley was important, if not vital to the war effort.

As Darla entered Bletchley, which, unlike Chequers, was a prime target for German bombing, she was immediately captivated by Lord Churchill's charming manner. For here before her was the man whom had inspired not just the British people, but the entire world. Just like millions of other people around the world, Darla had been captivated during the summer by his words of hope during the Battle of Britain, as well as his defiance to Hitler in telling him that the British would, in his words, "never surrender." Yet, Britain, along with her Dominions, stood alone against the onslaught, and, despite the fact that the British had held firm, time was running out. For America, despite Churchill's pleas, had yet to come to the aid of its mother country. However, instead of Christmas being a somber occasion, Sir Winston decreed that a party must be held, for it was his to be his grandson's first, thus he instructed his wife Clementine and Pamela and to invite all of Britain's elite, especially the newly appointed American ambassador.

Not to long after her arrival, after a required drink of Sherry with Pamela and Sir Winston, Darla embarked with him on a tour of the stately mansion, while her cousin tended to young Winston in the nursery. As the Prime Minister showed Darla around, the staff of Bletchley was busily preparing for the arrival of the whose who of British royalty and politics. Chief among them being the King and Queen, who, after the previous night's raid on London, had been convinced by Churchill himself to bring themselves and the Princesses north for the holiday. Of course, such a party was a security nightmare, but Sir Winston was adamant that Hitler would not, in his words "Bugger my grandchild's first Christmas." With that being said, he sent out word to the members of his cabinet, including Clement Attlee, Anthony Eden, and Lord Beaverbrook, all of whom had every intention of attending, especially with the King and Queen attending.

As Darla walked with Winston, her arm in his, the subject turned to the war, and Darla's role in it. Because of the two glasses of Sherry, Darla was, as they walked outside in the cold, in a very chatty mood. Alcohol had that effect on her, as did being in the presence of the most powerful man in the world, save possibly for Hitler, whom she hated, but not quite as much as Sir Winston, who, though he had never met him, saw in him pure evil. Darla on the other hand, along with Pam, had met him, purely by chance, while the two of them were at boarding school in Munich through their mutual friend Unity Mitford. It was then, at this point in the conversation that Sir Winston stopped and looked at the beautiful red head and began to speak somberly.

"My Dear Darla, I fear that England will not withstand this onslaught. Though we are a strong nation, the Germans are even stronger. There army is massive, and their air force is great, though our fliers have done their best to keep them in check. On the seas their U-Boats are roaming wolves who have done their best to starve us, but fortunately our navy has done a marvelous job of keeping the dogs from devouring us.

"I did my best to sound the warning bells, but I fear that I may to late. Our only hope, in the long run is America. Have you ever been there my dear?"

To which Darla stood there and shook her head to say "no."

"Someday I am sure you will go there my dear. Once we whip the Jerrys and Japs back. My God it is a wonderful place. Buildings the likes you have ever seen. The Empire State Building, The Chrysler Building, or my favorite, in Chicago, the Tribune Tower. A land so full of wonder and possibility. However, I fear that should our American cousins not join the fight, all will be lost. Only they can build the tanks and planes that we need to match Hitler's machine. Of course, with Hitler and Stalin now in bed together, I fear that soon Adolph will soon try to throw the full force of his savage military machine at us. Should that happen, then America may be our last refuge."

Then, just as quickly he began, Winston looked deep into Darla's blue eyes and said to her, in a hopeful voice.

"Right now though, our only hope now though is women and men like you my dear. Without our WRENS and WAAFs, our men in uniform could not even keep themselves supplied with the intelligence and information they need. However, I am sure that soon your talents will surely be needed in a much greater capacity than they are now, and that soon there will be a time when your King will ask more of you than he has ever asked any of his other subjects, including myself. Until then, though, enjoy yourself this holiday. I know and you and Pam have much to catch up on. Your dear cousin has been a comfort to me and, because of Winny, has now brought great joy to my life."

With those words, Sir Winston and Darla continued their tour of Bletchley, until finally, Pam brought little Winny out to see his grandfather and cousin. Afterward, Pamela handed her son off to his nanny and the girls retired to her Winston's office, in which Pamela also had her own desk, which was now covered in covered files marked "Ultra."

The Berghof- December 24

As Hitler looked out at the mountains in the distance, he began to work himself into a fit, for the news had just reached him that his secret weapons project to create a fire breathing dragon had failed miserably. According to the SS man in charge of Operation Firebird, the creature, while successfully produced, turned on its creators with its flame breath and incinerated not only itself and the underground laboratory where it had been born, but also all traces of the accompanying research and scientists.

Looking on nervously, as the Fuhrer berated his minions, was Eva Braun. She had never seen him this excited about a failure. Of course the dragon project, which no one ever expected to work was successful, yet within seconds, it all came crashing down as the fire breathing creature did what such creations are bound to do, just like in Mary Shelly's novel, turn on their creators. So it was that Eva decided it best to wait until later, maybe when she and her sister were naked and making love to each other, as Adolph watched, that she would tell him the news from Herr Fritz.

According to Ilsa, Herr General's aide, the Omega project was starting work immediately on the Fuhrer's request to create a mind control weapon that attacked the central nervous system. However, despite the Fuhrer's explicit belief and orders that only slave labor be used, the experiments had, in the last several weeks, turned all the willing male army test subjects into mindless and useless sex zombies, which was not the intent of the project. For, while the rest of the SS gladly utilized slave labor, Herr Fritz stubbornly refused to do so, for the scientist in him believed that human test results could not be trusted if unwilling participants were used. Herr Fritz further theorized that slaves were substantially weaker willed and therefore any results would not translate to what would be expected in war. Thus it was that Herr General was ready to seek out the first of likely hundreds of female test subjects between the ages of 18 and 50.

What the Fuhrer did not know, and which Eva had taken the chance to conceal was that wanted to be his first female test subject. The reason why Eva wanted to be the first, was that Herr General's tests held out the promise of the most powerful orgasm ever experienced by a human being. Of course though, Ilsa had told her, it was all theoretical, but she too was intrigued, but not enough so to be the first guinea pig. However; for Eva, the chance to have real sex instead of simulated sex, while the Fuhrer watched is the main reason why she immediately volunteered, and, if it meant helping the Reich achieve victory over its enemies, then all the better. Yet, despite her resolve, Adolph could easily say no and lock her up in one the many prisons in Germany for the mentally unstable, which, in a way she was. Why else would a young girl such as herself be in love with a man whom showed her no emotional or physical attention. Aside from her many toys and her sister, Eva's sex life was non-existent. In fact, she had never truly been with a man in the conventional sense of the word.

Among all of the Nazi figures of the day, little was known, by British intelligence, of Eva Braun's role in Omega. In fact, in 1940, no one in Bletchley Park would have even recognized the name as being of importance. For Eva, she cared less for what Omega could give Germany, but rather saw that Omega would give her the opportunity to enjoy the one pleasure her Fuhrer could never give her, that being unconditional physical love. Since, as the history books show, Hitler and Eva's sex life was non-existent, and if, she reasoned, Omega allowed her to both satisfy her deep carnal desires, and, at the same time, allow her, in her own selfish way, to serve the Reich and Fuhrer she loved.

Thus it was that, on that night, that Eva Braun committed herself, and was able to convince Hitler to give her free rein in help Herr Fritz under the guise of being the project's main photographer, which allowed her to participate in Omega's test, while at the same time give credence to her new official role. Upon Hitler's agreement, after he went to bed, Eva placed a call to Elsa and told her that the Fuhrer agreed to her becoming more involved in Omega, and that she would gladly be the first female test subject for Herr Fritz' new planned super weapon, the so-called Orgasm Gun.

December 24, 1940- Bletchley House

Upon entrance to Sir Winston's new study, which was still in great disarray due to the fact that the Prime Minister had only recently begun to use the more secure country estate, Darla was in shock at the size of it. For it dwarfed anything that she had seen at Bletchley Park, which was shabby in comparison. What also shocked Darla were the Ultra files on Pamela's desk, for, as far as Darla knew, her younger cousin was not cleared to know any military secrets, even though she was the daughter-in-law to a man who was, right now, more powerful and popular to their dear King and Queen. As they walked in, Pamela requested tea from one of the servants and asked her cousin to relax and sit on the couch while she picked up a telephone and checked in on the nanny.

For the next hour Pamela and Darla drank tea and caught up with each other's lives. For Darla, the years after Munich had been devoted primarily to her studies, which she was rightly proud of, as she had graduated with honors in German and Biology, and, in addition continued to score high marks in French. In fact, Darla was such a good student that she was able to speak both French and German without a trace of a British accent. Then of course, there was her entry in the WRENS upon graduation and then her assignment to Bletchley Park. As for Pamela, she spent most of her time after Munich and attending classes at the Sorbonne chasing men, until finally she landed the now new Member of Parliament from Preston, Randolph Churchill. However, despite the whirlwind romance that led to her marriage and conception of young Winny, Darla could tell by Pamela's tone that her marriage to Randolph was doomed. For Randolph was an alcoholic, compulsive gambler and womanizer, whom Pamela knew for a fact was not being faithful to her.

As Darla listened to her dear cousin pour out her broken heart, she began to feel sorry for her and the loveless marriage that she was now in. Of course, as Pamela had pointed out, her marriage had produced a beautiful child, as well as a wonderful and close relationship with her father-in-law, whom she affectionately called "Pappa" whenever they were together. Unlike her own father, whom was distant, Pappa Churchill took her into the family fold and entrusted her with his deepest and darkest secrets and fears. Pamela also possessed, as Darla was quickly learning, not only a first hand knowledge of all of Britain's war time secrets, but also an influence over her father-in-law that she hoped might lead her out of Bletchley Park and reassigned to a more exciting and meaning role. In addition, as Darla looked at her cousin, she could not help but feel a bit moist as she recalled her and Pamela's love making sessions when they were younger and beginning to explore their sexuality, and wondered if Pamela felt the same way.

As for Pamela, the unburdening of her soul about Randolph had been good. For her philandering husband had, ever since their whirlwind romance, continued to break her heart day after day. Even his father, whom himself was at times insufferable to deal with, especially when the black dog, as he called his bouts of depression, overtook him. She saw that he was carrying the weight of the entire world on his shoulders, and as such, his bouts with the black dog, especially now as German bombers continued to relentlessly attack, were ever more frequent. However, unlike much of the last week, her pappa was in the best mood today then she had ever seen. His mood especially brightened when Darla arrived, for she was the perfect candidate, he surmised to be one of his angels, as he was now calling his yet unformed team that he wanted to send in and infiltrate the Nazis greatest secret, Omega. In addition, much like her cousin, the thought of rekindling their forbidden love this night made her knickers moist with anticipation, and, as she looked at her blue eyes, she knew that all it would take is just a kiss.

Elsewhere in Bletchley, the guests for the evening were slowly arriving. Among them were some of the most important men in the British Empire, whose invitation was seen as welcome respite from staying in London and having to endure a holiday night of constant bombardment. Fortunately, the new official guest house had plenty of room, and, as Pamela explained to her cousin, Darla could share her room and bed, so as to make room for the young princesses who were due to arrive soon. After finishing up their tea, Pamela and Darla went to the nursery to check in on Winny, who was ready for his mother's milk. As Pamela produced her breast, Darla could not help but look on in jealously and wonder if her cousins breasts still were as sensitive as they were we she suckled on the same nipples just a few years ago. However, before she could ask, Pamela's mother in law, Clementine entered and introduced herself to Darla, after which she whisked her away to meet her boss from Bletchley, who had just arrived to deliver some important news out of Berlin.

As Stewart Menzies finishing up his meeting, Clementine and Darla knocked on Winston's other office door, for her had several at Bletchley, and entered just as they were contemplating, yet again, when might the American's decide to join in the fight. Even though Darla knew who Menzies was, he had no clue as to she was, though, as he gave her a look, he wished he could learn more about her somewhere in private. It was at this point that Menzies shook Darla's hand and thanked her for her devoted service, to which she graciously accepted, after which he asked Darla to have a seat and Menzie headed back to Bletchley.

After Menzies left, Winston offered Darla a Sherry and asked her to join him over by the window that looked out upon the estate. Prior to Darla joining him, Menzies had provided Churchill with the first confirmation that the Nazis were indeed trying to build, as many intelligence experts were predicting, super-weapons unlike the world had ever seen. Menzies had just provided to Churchill information that the Germans had been trying, albeit unsuccessfully, to try and create from science a creature from mythology, a living fire breathing flying dragon the Nazis had called appropriately- Firebird.

In addition to Firebird, information had also been recently received at Bletchley that SS General Josef Fritz, the head of the German military's foreign technology desk had recently been at a well known German brothel called Salon Kitty and that one of his subordinates had told the Madame that within a few months time he and his General would like to, at the going rate, employ her girls for an important project and study that their Omega division was soon to embark on. Exactly what, the aide would not tell the Madame, even as her lips and fingers expertly attempted to extract details so that she could know more about what her girls might be getting themselves into. As a result, Kitty had sent a request to one of her resistance contacts to send her, as soon as possible, 20 new girls, in two months time, so that she could be prepared for any new rise in business.

Upon hearing this information, Churchill's mind turned to the lovely Darla. His gut told him that only a woman of such stature could not only infiltrate the German brothel, as she both looked and sounded like an Aryan goddess, but also possessed the wits about her that any good spy would need. However, instead of offering her, before the party, the opportunity of a lifetime, Sir Winston decided to learn as much about her, in terms of her thoughts on the war and on the Nazis, and then ask what she thought Churchill should do to solve the dilemma he now faced, that being sending women behind enemy lines to pose as prostitutes in an attempt to infiltrate the German high command.

For the next hour, Darla and Winston talked about the issue at hand, which he called his 'problem', which, much to his surprise, she not only thought upon the same lines as he, as well as Pamela, but also thought it strange that the British did not utilize the full skills and ability that she and her other school chums possessed. For Darla, who hated the Nazis and all they stood for, there was only one solution to his 'problem', for women, she reminded the prime minister, had done such spy work for centuries, and, despite Mata Hari, none of their espionage efforts in war had been considered of any importance. As Churchill listened intently to Darla, he realized that she was the perfect woman to lead such a mission, unless she had misgivings over using her body to help her nation to win the war. Thus it was that planning and fate had intertwined, for the golden gooses at Bletchley had laid yet another golden egg and proved that Omega, while still an H. G. Wells idea, not only existed but was indeed vulnerable and only could be penetrated by the what his mind was now calling "Winston's Angels."

Not to much later, after Darla and Churchill's discussion was interrupted by a telephone call from the American president, the Prime Minister offered a toast to the King and Queen and asked that God save them all in the coming year. The party was attended by over 200 people, most of whom, with the exception of the princesses, were either royalty, members of the cabinet, or ambassadors, most of whom were older married men who zeroed in on the beautiful Darla and Pamela who, for most of the night, were surrounded by a crowd of admirers, including the King and the prime minister himself.

For the party, Pamela had taken the liberty of not only outfitting her cousin in the sexiest dress she could find while she had been in London recently with Sir Winston, but also doing her hair and makeup also. As the two of them prepared themselves for the evening, Darla and Pamela enjoyed the sight of each other's near naked bodies, the sight of which caused both of their pussies to melt; however, despite their desires, they both showed restraint. However, the sexual tension between them was building as their conversation turned to their days in Munich where they each took turns bringing the other to their first orgasm. By the time the party was set to begin, as Pamela stripped down to the nude, she smiled at Darla and, with a wicked smirk suggested that they forgo their knickers and brassieres for the evening, to which Darla blushed and shook her head yes.

When both Pamela and Darla entered the finishing room, where the reception for the soon to be arriving King and Queen were to be greeted, they were met with lustful stares by a number of Sir Winston's cabinet members as well as young military men whom were providing security for the evening's event. For Darla, the adoration and attention were exciting and only served to raise the temperature of her now inflamed libido. The same was true for Pamela, whose sex life had yet to recover from the pregnancy, but soon would with the help of her beautiful cousin, whom she stayed glued to the entire night, so as to fend off the admiring male suitors who were gathering around them like sharks.

The men were especially attracted to the ample flesh that was pressing against the thin white fabric of both Darla and Pamela's extremely low cut designer dresses. Pamela liked to tease, and tonight, with her cream filled breasts, she would enjoy watching the eyes of all of the men who wished they could put their lips on her nipples and taste her mother's milk. As for Darla, she too loved the attention, yet was at the moment overwhelmed to be in the presence of not only the prime minister, but also his cabinet, and now, the arriving royal family and their adorable daughters, both of whom provided she and Pamela with a buffer from their male suitors as they sipped their brandy and wine and whispered into each others ear about which of the men whom they would like to see between their legs.

Among those also in attendance, and whose attentions were also turned toward the young and beautiful Darla, was Frank Nelson, the head of the Special Operations Executive (SOE), which was the agency tasked with inserting undercover operatives behind enemy lines. Prior to the party, Churchill had met in private with Nelson and explained to him that he was to personally oversee the training and insertion of an all female group of 20 new operatives whom he called his "Angels". Churchill then directed Nelson to draw up the plans for inserting the women into France, after which they were to be clandestinely inserted into a high class brothel run by Madame Kitty. Instead of protesting, Nelson smiled, for he too had been thinking along the same lines after also learning, from his own sources at Bletchley about the link between Omega and Madame Kitty. Churchill then instructed Nelson work with Pamela and search out 19 beautiful Aryan like women who were physically fit, unmarried or unattached, and most importantly spoke French and German with flawless native accents.

When Nelson inquired as to who the 20th person was that Churchill had chosen, the prime minister told him that she would be in attendance for the party, and that was it. Thus, after the party began, it did not take long to figure out whom his new recruit was. From a distance, Darla's beauty and grace were captivating, as he could immediately sense, from the way that she carried herself in conversation, she was the perfect woman to lead this new mission that the Prime Minister had now ordered. However, as he gazed at the equally impressive Pamela, he began to feel uncomfortable having to work with and take direction from the uneducated and promiscuous tart who had opportunistically landed in bed and then married the Prime Minister's eldest son. Yet, his boss had given him an order, and, since Pamela was well connected, she likely could help him cobble together a well qualified team in quicker time than what his bureaucratic apparatus could.

Meanwhile, back in the circle where Darla and Pamela, with their backs to the wall, were being entertained by the Prime Minister's stories of heroism in the Boer War, Darla felt her cousin's hand slightly caress her bare bottom through the thin silk that covered it. The touch of her cousin's fingers caused Darla's lip to quiver and whisper into Pamela's ear and say, "Amm.. Aren't we randy tonight. I wonder what Randolph would say?"

To which Pamela replied, "Oh I am sure he would love to watch me shave your pussy and then drink from it."

The thought of a Pamela shaving her pubis made Darla's legs tremble, for she found the sight of her cousin's smooth and clean one very erotic. However, before she could reply, Princess Elizabeth began to engage her in conversation about the WRENS, as she desperately wanted, just like Darla, to contribute more than just her pretty face to the fight. Minutes later, however, the mood turned somber, as news of a new wave of attacks on London had been announced by Sir Winston. Soon afterward, the party was moved outside so as to watch the flashes of light coming from London, until finally, shortly thereafter, the attack stopped due to the poor visibility over the city. However, London would not be spared again that week, as, on December 29, the Germans attacked with incendiary and high explosive bombs causing what was to be called the Second Great Fire of London and nearly burning to the ground St. Paul's Cathedral.

Afterwards, the party continued, though not with the gaiety that was in abundance prior to the attack, during which Pamela kept pouring more alcohol into Darla and whispering into her ear exactly what she was going to do with the new sex toys her husband had given her. On the other side of the conversation, Darla continued to chat with the princess as well as the Queen mother, whom was an acquaintance of her dear mother. Darla's mother and the Queen had attended the same finishing school, and also, the Queen confessed were even courted by the same man, the King, for a short period of time. In time, the conversations shift and Darla and Pamela found themselves chatting with both Frank Nelson and Sir Winston.

Of course, the girls and the future Queen of England weren't the only one in attendance during this conversation, as the King himself had sidled up and remained silent as Pamela asked her father-in-law why the British military refused to allow women to play more of a role in the war, particularly when it came to intelligence and espionage. Upon hearing the question, Sir Winston gave his daughter-in-law a patronizing smile and, so as not to offend either his current or future monarch, let it be known that while women played a vital role in the nation's defence, in terms of espionage, women would be soon playing more than a supporting role. He then allowed Nelson to comment on how it was that the women of the French and German resistance were now coming into their own, and, as a result, opportunities for young military women, such as Darla, which he purposefully pointed out, could soon expect to be recruited for missions, but that, as of yet, none suitable had been found.

Upon hearing this, Darla's hope of leaving dull Bletchley Park became high; however, she had heard such talk before, by the same man, when she was first brought to Station X. It was only because it was said in her presence, in front of her King, future Queen, and Sir Winston, did she now believe the words. Yet, for now they were simply mere words, and, since neither she nor the others in attendance could, by law, talk about the secrets they knew, the conversation soon turned to the American's and their isolationism. For Churchill, the fact that Roosevelt's hands were tied by Congress, in light of the fact that London and all of England was burning, was beyond infuriating. Without America's vast resources and involvement, in the end, Churchill knew, England and the rest of the Empire were doomed. Which of course he purposefully said in the presence of the new American ambassador who had wandered on over to both leer at Pamela and Darla's cleavage, as well as have a conversation with both the King and the Prime Minister...

To Be Continued...