Posted by TKDBB on October 06, 2000 at 07:29:19:
Chapter 2 - War of the "Weaker Sex"
Ute's keen eyesight spotted the sentry thirty yards away. The German amazon crept steadily closer until she could make out her target's features. The American guard was a black girl about five foot five and heavy set; a motor pool mechanic; she wasn't in fighting shape. She wore the standard uniform of kacki shorts and blouse. While on guard duty, a steel pot replaced the standard field cap. An M1 Garand rifle hung loosely from one hand as she walked back and forth on a course no more than twenty feet long. Her big, heavy breasts hung low and swayed as she walked.
"That cow needs a bra", thought Ute as she aimed her P-38.
The black girl was fifteen feet away when Ute opened up on her.
"Thewp……Thewp Thewp!"
The first slug slammed into the underside of the guard's left tit, bouncing the flabby orb upward. The next two drilled left of the nipple and mashed the fleshy mound against the girl's rib cage. Crimson geysers spurted from the holes in her chest. The rifle dropped.
"Unggh!" she grunted as she fell backwards and stared with blank eyes at the infinity of space.
Ute walked up to the downed guard and kicked her in the ribs. When she got no reaction, she bent down and felt for a pulse. There was no pulse. The girl was dead. Ute opened the black girl's stained blouse and examined her marksmanship.
"Three in the tit", she murmured, "pretty good shooting".
Marta found the next sentry. She also was a black girl but in much better shape. The girl was five foot six with C cup breasts highlighted by having her blouse tied tightly underneath. She had a firm, flat belly with a long, deep navel. Her high cheekbones and features suggested Caribbean lineage. A narrow waist flared nicely into full, seductive loins.
Marta, hidden in some brush, waited patiently for the shot. Her crotch tingled with anticipation of the kill. The deadly snout of the P-38 pointed toward the unsuspecting sentry. The black girl walked to her doom with the lithe sway of an exotic dancer.
"Thewp!" The hot lead slug ripped into the girl's bare belly button.
"Ooooohhh!" A soft moan escaped her pursed lips as she staggered slightly and put her hand to her shattered belly. The girl looked at her blood-covered hand in disbelief. Already the warm fluid was dripping down her crotch and legs. Marta rose and watched as the girl tried vainly to raise her rifle. Marta's pistol came up.
"Thewp!" The bullet struck just over the bridge of the sentry's nose. It made a small black dot between her eyes but the inside of her helmet was strewn with the gore from the back of the girl's head. The dead girl spun a half circle and flopped face first into the dirt. There was no need to check for vital signs.
Two elimination's had gone without a hitch, but Tania's encounter with the third sentry almost met with disaster. The "Killer Kat" located her target and was approaching from the rear. She planned to knife the girl but inadvertently stepped on a dry branch. The snap alerted the American.
"Who goes there?" "Show yourself or I'll shoot!" commanded the busty guard. She was an olive skinned, Latin beauty with long sleek hair flowing from her helmet. The Garand was pointed directly at Tania's position. The German girl had to think fast. Summoning up her best British accent, she tried a ruse.
"Bloody hell, mate, don't shoot, I'm coming out!"
Tania slipped the knife behind her back and walked out into the open. The Latin girl watched her approach with the Garand leveled at her guts.
"When the hell did we get Limeys on this shit hole and what kind of uniform is that?" she questioned as Tania drew closer. When Tania was only a few feet away, a cold realization gnawed at the pit of the American's stomach.
"Shit, your not British, you're a fuckin Krau……Acckkkkkkk!"
Unbeknownst to the American, Anna had slipped up behind her and dropped the garrote around her neck. She jerked back on the rope, driving the knot into the guard's windpipe. She kept her knee in the small of the American's back, bending her. The Latin girl dropped her gun and clawed furiously at the rope. Her feet kicked wildly but she could not break free. Her big brown eyes bugged out from a face contorted in terror. Tania pounced on the girl from the front and drove her knife deep into the guard's lower belly. She ripped savagely upwards with the blade, disemboweling the sentry. The ravished girl's eyes rolled meekly up in her head and she slumped forward, dead weight. Tania pulled the knife out as Anna released the rope. The dead American slipped to the ground.
By now, the main force of German "Killer Kats" was disembarking. They made their way toward the base while Helga was busy at the airstrip.
Helga, hiding in the shadows, snuck from plane to plane fixing a charge of explosives to each one. She placed the charges under a wing near the fuselage. The explosion would either blow the wing from the plane or set off the fuel in the wing tanks. Either way the plane would be destroyed. It took her ten minutes to place and wire all the charges. All that was left was to set the detonator.
Ingrid and Eva lead the two light mortar units that deployed near the radio antenna and bunkhouses. Their first priority was to knock the radio out then rain down death on the sleeping Americans in their bunks. The signal to commence fire would be the explosions from the airstrip.
With the wires attached to the detonator, Helga checked her watch. Five minutes till zero hour. The busty blond felt the burning sting in her breast before she heard the crack of the rifle. The American brunette had stumbled across one of the wires and had realized its' purpose. When she spotted the German in the distance, she didn't bother to challenge Helga. Instead, she aimed at the blonde's chest and fired.
"Damnnn!" muttered Helga; "I'm tit shot". She was swaying now and the American was aiming for a second shot.
"At least I'll take you with me," thought Helga as she reached out toward the detonator.
"Crack!" went the Garand.
"Ommpfh!" gasped Helga as a bullet drilled the deep valley between her jugs. The brave German dropped on the detonator with her last gasp.
"Blam..Blam..Blam………"! On and on went the explosions as the charges detonated in series. Sheets of flame and debris soared skyward as the crippled planes crumpled into piles of useless, burning wreckage.
"Aaaaiiiieieeeirrrrgh!!!!," the screams of the American girl wailed above the roaring cataclysm. She had been knocked down by the blast and sprayed with burning fuel. The fire roasted her alive in perhaps the worst way to die imaginable.
"Damn", mumbled Ingrid, "she's early". "Open fire", she ordered.
"Sonofabitch, what was that!", yelled Amy Jones. The redhead was startled by the string of explosions and almost fell out of her chair in the radio room. Jenny Avery looked out the small window in the door.
"Looks like something blew up at the strip", she said, "better get a message out quick!" "It looks bad". "I'll try to raise the tower on the telephone".
Amy flipped switches, twisted a few dials and began tapping out Morse code while Jenny picked up the field phone and cranked on the ringer magneto.
It took four rounds to bracket the radio antenna. The fifth round struck one of the four legs of the tower. The steel structure creaked, groaned, and began to tilt as the leg ruptured. It fell in a massive cloud of dust and sparks.
"Killer Kats" were now advancing across the burning airfield and into the perimeter of the camp. In the control tower, Mary could easily make out the shapely female forms illuminated by the flaming planes. She picked up the ringing phone and screamed.
"Were under attack!" "They're women!"
She dropped the phone and unlimbered her rifle. Taking up a position near a window, she smashed the glass with her gun butt and took aim. Her first round zinged off the wing of a plane. The second plowed into the dirt near a German corporal.
"Sniper!" She yelled out a warning. "In the tower!"
All the girls within earshot aimed their Sturmgewehr assault rifles at the top of the building and opened fire. The control room erupted in broken glass and shattered equipment. Mary twitched drunkenly as she was hit repeatedly. Bullets ripped into her hips, belly and chest. She was dead when she fell through a shattered window and pitched to the ground.
"The transmitter just went dead!" moaned Amy.
"Phones out too, but Mary said something about attacking women before I lost her", chimed in Jenny. "I take another look", she added as she went back to the door. Micki, and exotic Eurasian girl, was just beginning to awake from a drunken stupor.
Gabriele was a powerfully built girl and when she kicked in the door to the radio room, it flew off the hinges and sent Jenny sprawling. Amy turned to look and saw the muzzle of the assault rifle spit death and destruction. The first burst reduced the radio to a useless mass of smashed resistors, capacitors, and tubes. The second burst tore into Amy's shapely torso. She was stitched in the right side from the pelvis up to her neck. Amy puked up a gout of blood and gore, then slumped over her desk unmoving. Gabriele spun toward Micki as the girl sat up and made a lame attempt to reach the rifle along side her bunk.
"Bbrrraaapppppp!"
"Aaarrrgh!"
Micki was punched backward, laced with a neat row of red holes spaced two inches apart across her firm, small breasts. Behind her, the wall was strewn with human gore. The pink lace bra she wore quickly discolored to a scarlet hue. The slain girl slipped back into her bed, eyes wide and mouth wide open in a muted scream. Jenny was trapped under the door on which Gabriele stood. She tried to wiggle out but could not free her legs. In the heat of the moment, Gabriele had not noticed the girl under her feet but Jenny struggles alerted her. Gabriele pointed her weapon down at the door. Jenny panicked.
"God No Please don't kill me!"
"Bbbrrrrapppp!"
At point blank range the burst splintered the door and the unfortunate girl underneath. Shards of wood joined hard lead in ravaging Jenny's lush body. As the girl's corpse stopped twitching, little rivers of blood coursed across the uneven floor.
Ingrid and Eva had their mortars trained in on the compound and where sending a steady rain of death down on the stunned Americans. The "Killer Kats" had the camp surrounded and laid an unrelenting hail of fire into the barracks. The Americans bravely tried to fight back but they were out flanked and the death toll quickly mounted. Two direct mortar hits to the mess hall killed most of the partying aircrews. Patti was thrown to the floor, stunned. When she got back to her senses, blood from a scalp wound was blinding her eyes. She cleared her vision and saw piles of twisted, mangled bodies. Maxine was about ten feet away, obviously dead and missing an arm. Patti retched up her dinner then stumbled out into the night air. She lasted about fifteen seconds before hot lead in her belly spun her in a ballet of death.
Lt. Abby Jo Spears was a sultry southern girl with auburn hair and big green eyes. She crouched in her sheer bra and panties by a window and blasted away with a M1911 Colt 45. The recoil forced her to use both hands and turn her body toward the window. Suddenly she staggered back and cried out.
"Oww Gawd, that hurts!" Her hands dropped the gun and clutched at her bosom. A German slug had raped her right breast and torn into her lungs. The girl sat down on her haunches, coughing up bright pink blood. She moaned and slipped over sideways. The agony caused her to pull her legs up tight to her chest. The panties were wedged in the crack of her smooth butt cheeks and swollen labia. It became harder to breath as blood filled her lungs. Her last breaths were little more than pain racked gasps.
Automatic fire raced through the flimsy wooden buildings, blasting girls trying to avoid the conflict. Mortar rounds dropped into groups huddled behind makeshift barricades. Broken bodies flew into the air from direct mortar hits. The Germans also took casualties, like Karene Schmitz, an eighteen-year-old amazon who tasted an M1 round in the crotch. Lilla Evans, tall brown and beautiful, aimed quite deliberately at the SS blonde's cunt. Her round tore through Karene's tight uniform, nailing the girl in the center of her shaved swastika. It continued through her womanhood and exited out her ass. Stopped cold, Karene was a sitting duck for the next shots. Firing quickly, the deadeye Lilla put lead into Karene's belly, both nipples, and finished her with a heart shot between the tits.
But the battle outcome was never in doubt. It ended when Major Joyce Craig of the Woman's Army Air Corp tied a pillowcase to a broomstick and began to wave it.
"Cease Fire!" the cry went up in the German and American sides.
The firing stopped and the American girls that could, dropped their weapons, raised their hands and gathered in a group. Victorious "Killer Kats" who covered the survivors while others gathered up fallen weapons surrounded them. Only twenty-two Americans were still alive and six of those were injured. The Germans had lost four dead and two wounded.
Major Hilda Von Krim marched up to her vanquished counterpart and announced as she took the Americans salute.
"You are the prisoners of the German Reich. Your treatment will be in accord with the Geneva Convention, however if you try to escape or attempt sabotage, you will all be shot."
She then turned abruptly away and left. There were plans to be made for the counter attack that Hilda knew must come.