Nazis and the Purple Orchid
This story is based on a series called ‘Purple Orchid’ written and illustrated by Xaurmav in 2012 and many of the illustrations are his…
Young Barbara Moore had taken a job at the Office of Strategic Services (OSS)as she was fluid in French and German and had travel both France and Germany prior to the outbreak of the second World War. She was an interpreter of both intercepted German radio messages and copied documents that be translated to French before being encoded and sent to the French Resistance.
Over all she liked her work except for the British liaison officer, the very competent but lecherous General Despard Wragg, whose greatest interest after military intelligence was his desire to get in Barbara’s knickers. She had no desire for him to be there!
Hours of the job were odd due the time differences between the American-based headquarters and Germany, France, and England. One night Barbara Moore was working late when the cad General Wragg staggered in drunk. He began to grope her and as much as she tried to fend him off he was intent on having her. When he lifted her skirt and began tugging at her knickers she realized he was going to rape her! She grabbed a letter opener and swung at him. It certainly stopped stooped his advance but unfortunately hit his jugular vein! He collapsed to the floor bleeding profusely!
Barbara immediately called the duty desk and hysterically relayed what had happened and that General Wragg needed medical help right away. By the time help arrived it was too late! The general was dead. The military police looked Barbara over and saw no sign of forcible rape. She had no bruises or torn clothing so they arrested her. They took her down to the basement and took her mugshot
They even had her lift her skirt and slip to photograph her intact knickers and undamaged stockings before locking her in a holding cell before she would be transferred to a secret military brig where she would be tried for the murder of the British General and face certain death by hanging! Of this would all be done in secret lest any information about the OSS become public!
Early in the morning two MPs came for her but instead of taking her to a secret brig she was brought to a clandestine office where the OSS top ‘brass’ had assembled. There the head of the OSS himself addressed her.
“Barbara Moore, you present us with a problem. General Wragg was a valuable liaison and he is dead.”
“He was trying to rape me! What was I to do, let him?” Barbara cried angrily.”
“Perhaps if you would have let him rough you a bit you story would be more plausible.”
“Why else in God’s name would I have stabbed him?” Barbara demanded.
“Miss Moore, General Wragg’s advances on pretty women is well known. I do not doubt your story but even as we speak evidence is being gathered from your desk and apartment that will show you are a German agent.”
“They can look all they want; they will find nothing!”
“Yes they will. You have been in the holding cell for six hours. That is plenty of time for us to place evidence against you. By the way, we do not have a gallows at the OSS. I have never seen a short-drop hanging but I hear it is a gruesome affair where the prisoner can take some time to die. It would be entertaining to watch you hanged that way, stark naked before me and my staff.”
Barbara nearly vomited when she heard his words. Then he said “But I like you Miss Moore. I wish to offer you an alternative. You have heard of ‘Operation Purple Orchid, yes???”
Tree
This story is based on a series called ‘Purple Orchid’ written and illustrated by Xaurmav in 2012 and many of the illustrations are his…
Young Barbara Moore had taken a job at the Office of Strategic Services (OSS)as she was fluid in French and German and had travel both France and Germany prior to the outbreak of the second World War. She was an interpreter of both intercepted German radio messages and copied documents that be translated to French before being encoded and sent to the French Resistance.
Over all she liked her work except for the British liaison officer, the very competent but lecherous General Despard Wragg, whose greatest interest after military intelligence was his desire to get in Barbara’s knickers. She had no desire for him to be there!
Hours of the job were odd due the time differences between the American-based headquarters and Germany, France, and England. One night Barbara Moore was working late when the cad General Wragg staggered in drunk. He began to grope her and as much as she tried to fend him off he was intent on having her. When he lifted her skirt and began tugging at her knickers she realized he was going to rape her! She grabbed a letter opener and swung at him. It certainly stopped stooped his advance but unfortunately hit his jugular vein! He collapsed to the floor bleeding profusely!
Barbara immediately called the duty desk and hysterically relayed what had happened and that General Wragg needed medical help right away. By the time help arrived it was too late! The general was dead. The military police looked Barbara over and saw no sign of forcible rape. She had no bruises or torn clothing so they arrested her. They took her down to the basement and took her mugshot
They even had her lift her skirt and slip to photograph her intact knickers and undamaged stockings before locking her in a holding cell before she would be transferred to a secret military brig where she would be tried for the murder of the British General and face certain death by hanging! Of this would all be done in secret lest any information about the OSS become public!
Early in the morning two MPs came for her but instead of taking her to a secret brig she was brought to a clandestine office where the OSS top ‘brass’ had assembled. There the head of the OSS himself addressed her.
“Barbara Moore, you present us with a problem. General Wragg was a valuable liaison and he is dead.”
“He was trying to rape me! What was I to do, let him?” Barbara cried angrily.”
“Perhaps if you would have let him rough you a bit you story would be more plausible.”
“Why else in God’s name would I have stabbed him?” Barbara demanded.
“Miss Moore, General Wragg’s advances on pretty women is well known. I do not doubt your story but even as we speak evidence is being gathered from your desk and apartment that will show you are a German agent.”
“They can look all they want; they will find nothing!”
“Yes they will. You have been in the holding cell for six hours. That is plenty of time for us to place evidence against you. By the way, we do not have a gallows at the OSS. I have never seen a short-drop hanging but I hear it is a gruesome affair where the prisoner can take some time to die. It would be entertaining to watch you hanged that way, stark naked before me and my staff.”
Barbara nearly vomited when she heard his words. Then he said “But I like you Miss Moore. I wish to offer you an alternative. You have heard of ‘Operation Purple Orchid, yes???”
Tree
