A Brief Interuption of a Party

“Did you see what Fraulein Schultz was wearing?” A woman in a lovely red gown said as she moved with her husband, the party at the castle in full swing, the guests unaware of the purpose of the bash. The clone of Hitler sat in a chair, watching his guests, wondering why he felt so fuzzy.

“I know, so scandalous with that neckline, I mean what was she thinking?” Another woman asked. “It’s almost like she wants to be nake-”

BANG!

“Everybody bloody down!” Margret Carter called out as finally made it into the ballroom. The soldier had been sprinting since escaping the lab. The agent was out of breath and was focusing more on her mission than her condition. Her skin was sweaty and covered in dirt from crawling through every nook and cranny of the castle. Her hair messy, no longer the hairdo of an administrator.

“Oh my,” A guest said.

“She’s…”

“Very natural. Do you think they sent her to be one of those Zigfried Girls?”

“They usually have costumes dear, and are quite a bit leaner.”

“True, she’s probably one of those American girls, thick bottoms, empty heads.”

“Will all of you shut up!” Peggy yelled as she could feel each one of their comments pierce her bare flesh. It’s bad enough when you have a disgruntled audience, another when they comment on your lack of dress. “I am not here for any of your pretentious snobbery. Now we’re going to make sure this goes qui-”

“Oh and we should take someone indecent so seriously,” One of the women interupted, before being nicked in the shin by one of Peggy’s bullets.

“You do when she has the gun,” Peggy responded as she felt the chill in the room. In her hurry to finish her mission she had ignored the fact that her breasts were out for everyone to see. The DD’s larger than most of the women who’s eyeballs Peggy could feel on every inch of her, as her skin crawled and her panties moistened. “Now, tell me, where’s your leader?”

“Here I am,” Hitler stood up and moved forward towards Agent Carter. Even as a clone there was a manic confidence in the supreme leader. “Tell me is this the best the Americans can do, an American whore strutting in, to distract me from my gathering with breasts and feminine wiles? I don’t even think they sent a real brunette.”

“Believe me, when I say you don’t get to know,” Peggy said as the fuhrer grew closer, his breath being felt upon Peggy’s chest, warm yet corrosive. The hunger in his eyes was familiar to Margret Carter, of every man who whistled at her bum, who stole her clothes when taking one of the few warm showers she could find, who felt all she was good for was to spread and beg. To be honest, Margret hoped what she thought was the ultimate evil to be different, sadly disappointment seemed to be a common theme.

“I am Hitler, and I get what the good of Germany demands me to have,” He yelled out.

Before Peggy could react Hitler grabbed at her cream briefs and with a solid pull, tore them clean off the agent, her massive brown bush now visible to the entire crowd as Peggy could hear the gasps and oohs from them taking in the now naked agent. The detonator falling behind her, freed from it’s snug prison from behind. As the fuhrer took in Peggy he didn’t feel the gun to his head and the trigger being pulled.

BANG!

Hitler dropped to the floor, dead.

“I’m British you bloody bastard,” Peggy said as the crowd around her went wild, panicking now that their dear “leader” was killed. Agent Carter was glad that panic had took over their stares, her now naked body feeling every breeze and graze from the crowd running away from her. There was no time to feel shame, she still had a job to finish as she could hear the heavy footsteps of more soldiers.

“Shit,” Peggy thought to herself as she grabbed the detonator from the floor and bumbled towards one of the windows. The castle had several cables running away from it, lines of communications to the outside world. Normally Agent Carter would consider cutting them, but they would have to be her salvation as she looked around, bullets being fired at her as the soldiers found their dear leader dead.

“OK Margret, this isn’t going to be graceful,” She muttered as she grabbed an olive tablecloth and hung it across the cables leading into the wilderness. As she leapt, the soldiers, the party guests would get a wonderful view of her large pale ass leaping out as pressed the detonator, the castle in flames as one Margret Carter began her rapid descent.

“WOOOO!” She called out, her usual restraint gone, as she felt the excitement of successfully completing her mission, feeling the cold air on her sweaty supple naked body, and wondering just what would be next for her. Not paying attention to the fact that her tablecloth was slowly splitting in two.

SHHHRIP!

“Bollocks!” Peggy Carter called out as the naked agent plunged into the depths for a second time.