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One of the first vampire bats smuggled into Argentina, by the Nazis working for Kraus, had actually been the shape-shifting sorceress calling herself "Ina!" But, of course, nobody had any reason to suspect such a thing as that, at the time. So, nobody had noticed that the listed quantity of one such shipment had been one bat over.
Hence, each of the giant Prussian boys being rendered comatose by her "lavish affections." One by one by one. After which, she had transformed into a giant female chigoe flea and burrowed into each one of the boys' navels. Using those as her egg chambers!
The carnage began when one of the two Waffen-SS guards, outside the warehouse dormitory, began to hear strange noises from within. So, in complete puzzlement, he unlocked the small door within the main sliding door and entered. His K-98k at the ready. Unfortunately, for him, there was no way he could have been prepared for the horrifying sight that met his eyes when he turned on his flashlight.
Ina's larvae had hatched...and they were thirsty.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
The second guard, hearing that yell, had just enough time to see the fate of the first one--and give the alarm over the intercom--before he, too, became a quencher of thirst. Thirty seconds after that, klaxons began blaring all over the base.
"Achtung! Achtung!" thundered a voice over the PA system: "[Biological hazard outbreak. Repeat: biological hazard outbreak. All units respond. This is not a drill. Repeat: this is _not_ a drill!"]
Among those compelled to respond were the two guards outside Vasco Gonsalves' cell (to which he had been returned after the giantesses had gotten through feeding the ducks). This left the expatriate Portuguese bounty hunter free to resort to the same trick he had used aboard the Fokker trimotor. He used his capoiera training to once more leap just high enough to bring his handcuffed wrists in front of him. Whereupon, he removed the lock picks hidden in his water buffalo-hair toupee!
Once he was out of the cuffs, he similarly picked the lock of his cell door. Just as he was about to exit, however, he heard the sound of approaching footsteps. So, he quietly slipped back into his cell. And, when the two Waffen-SS troopers got close enough,...
...he slammed the cell door open into the nearest of the pair.
The latter was instantly rendered unconscious by the impact. His comrade in arms was likewise taken by surprise. Hesitating just long enough for Gonsalves to somersault into a la savate jump. One that connected the sole of his right shoe with the storm trooper's nose. Fatally breaking its cartilage!
All of this occurring in less time than it takes to tell.
He then armed himself with their MP-40 submachine guns and potato masher bandoliers before remarking:
"Obrigado, senhores! I will see that these are put to good use."
While all that was going on, the rest of the Waffen-SS garrison had formed three ranks. The first rank was composed of two-man teams operating Mg-42 belt-fed machine guns. These mowed down the first wave of advancing chigoe mutants. Those of the second wave, who leaped over the corpses of their fellows, succumbed to the bullets of sharpshooters in the third rank. Their bayonet-tipped K-98k's pointed skyward. And, when the wounded monstrosities fell to the ground, they were finished off by close-up fire from the MP-40's of the storm troopers in the second rank.
The chigoes who tried to escape by retreating were subsequently incinerated by storm troopers, in aluminized asbestos suits, using flamethrowers.
* * * * *
ONE HOUR/TEN MINUTES EARLIER
Brevet Captain Bob Phillips used his Bowie knife to draw a diagram of the compound in the beach sand near the tree line.
"There are two gas-powered generators for the electricity. One is about a hundred yards down from the giant duck coop, just inside the fence! That one, we can take care of with a well-tossed hand grenade or two. Unfortunately, it only controls the outdoor lighting and the electric fence. The other one--the one that controls the indoor lighting--is located at the rear of the main administration building. But, the good news is, we can use wire cutters on the fence once the current is down. After which, we plant a satchel charge on Genny #2."
Brevet Flying Officer DeCoteau translated this for Senior Lt. Alexandrov, while Corporal Singh did the same thing for the Gurkhas. One of the latter then asked a question which the corporal translated for Bob.
"Harish wish to know what we do if there are outside-of-wire patrols?"
Phillips looked at Alfie Coppersmith: "Sub-leftenant?"
"Tell Harish we're planning to draw those here...with the diversionary self-destruction of the Waco!"
Thirty minutes later, they were all near the aforementioned duck coop. And Bob could not help smirking with vindication as he saw the looks on the rest of the commando team's faces as they saw the blonde, blue-eyed giantesses feeding the slightly smaller ducks while chanting:
"Hier, Enten.* Essen-zeit!"
Everyone snapped out of it, however, when the Waco's time bomb blew up on schedule. Resulting in a squad of Waffen-SS troopers being dispatched to investigate the explosion. While the giantesses (minus their no-longer bound-and-gagged man-toy)) were shepherded back to their warehouse dormitory by Dr. Santapietro.
"Beautiful!" exulted Bob (in as loud a whisper as he could risk): "All right, then. Alfie? You take Alexandrov, DeCoteau, and half the Gurkhas with you to the rear fence line. When you hear Genny #1 blow, half an hour from now? You apply the wire cutters and go for Genny #2. Got it?"
"Aye-aye, skipper."
tbc
Giantess World
Author's Chapter Notes:
ISLA UTGARD, ARGENTINA
10 MARCH, 1943
(1:20 A.M./UTC-3)
10 MARCH, 1943
(1:20 A.M./UTC-3)
Chapter End Notes:
* "Here, ducks. Eating time!"