Chapter #2- It Ain't Over Till It's Over

 

Able Team 1 had been assigned to investigate reports of unusual activities deep in the Brazilian jungle. With many Nazis escaping Germany and holing up in South America to escape the bounties placed on their heads by the Allies, several teams were kept busy rooting out the scum. Most missions were routine, track down a kraut war criminal, wait till their guard was down, and execute them. The best bet was to catch the Nazi naked in bed with a floozy. Once in a while they were after a lady Nazi but the plan worked the same way. The assassins would bust in on the German officers and their whores. The Nazis were always killed on the spot, but the whores usually lived unless they were stupid enough to pick up a gun. If so they where considered enemies and drilled along with their lovers.

Able Team 1 had been assigned the assassination of a woman only once, she had been a high priority target. Marked for death was Coronel Wilma Schultz, a prison camp commandant who had just escaped the advancing Russians. The undisputable evidence of prisoner torture, mutilated and burned bodies, was unearthed by the liberating Ruskies at her camp. Soon the word went out to find and terminate the evil bitch with extreme preduice. She was spotted by Allied agents in a small South American country that was neutral and would not extradite Nazis. It would have to be a covert execution and soon Able Team 1 was hot on her still attractive Aryan ass. At one time before the war, she had been a great looking woman with a body built like a goddess, but years of hard drinking and partying had taken their toll. Her once firm and shapely body had started to get fat, and while her face still had hints of her former beauty, it also showed the wear and tear of her loose lifestyle. Sex would be her downfall, rarely an evening passed that she wasn't fucking some local stud. She liked them young and hard and the Latin youths clamored for the chance to be ravished by the big German bitch. That's how the team met up with her; breaking into her bedroom one evening, the assassination team came face to face with the forty five year old woman. The ageing tramp was sitting on the cock of a man half her age and riding him like a stallion. She was facing the foot of the bed with her plump ass to her paramours face when the GI's burst into the room with guns blazing. Her Latin lover had his hands around her legs, tightly holding her ample thighs tight to his crotch as he climaxed into her big sweaty cunt. This held the woman up as three Thompson submachine guns blasted dozens of rounds into the soft belly and large but sagging breasts of the Nazi bitch. "Neinnnnnnnnn, Ooohhh, Arrgg", wailed the juicy target as she jerked and struggled to avoid the sting of the hot lead to no avail. With her pasty white skin covered with blood, she fell to her side and died, joining the hundreds of her victims in the afterworld. Her stud also died in the hail of gunfire but not before a slug punched into his bitch lover's groin and severed the top of his sperm spewing cock.

On a different mission a misguided bitch who should have survived with just a gang rape, paid the ultimate price for her loyalties and also cost her fellow chippies their lives. The target was a Nazi general who had holed up in a small village. He had taken over the largest house in the village and lived there with half a dozen local girls who serviced him and other men with the money. The poor, ignorant farmers of the area were incensed by the whorehouse but feared the Nazi more than they loathed the immoral sluts. The situation remained volatile till the night the hit team broke into the general's bedroom. He was passed out on the bed with his favorite chippy. She tried to pull a Luger out from under her pillow as the Kraut officer next to her on the bed was plugged. Hampered by booze, she was way to slow to respond and didn't have a chance. Switching his aim from the dead kraut, the team leader had stitched a row of slugs into the pert tits of the red headed whore. Slammed by the multiple impacts of the lead slugs, her body jerked and contorted on the bed. "Filthy swine, Aaarrghhh Owwww" she cried, dropping the gun and grabbing her ventilated boobs. Flopping back onto the pillow she writhed and moaned a moment till she expired. The beautiful dead whore's face was twisted in agony and her blood flowing down the ravished knockers, over her belly and down thru the red bush between her spread legs.

Seeing the dead body of their friend splayed out bloody on the bed, the rest of the bitches in the whorehouse cooperated in every way to save their skins. If the naked bitches had Nazi leanings, they didn't show it as they obediently took GI cock between their legs. The next morning when the locals investigated the commotion at the bordello they found the naked tarts bound spread eagled to their beds with pussies and ass full of good old red white and blue cum. It would have been easier on the sluts if the Americans had gunned them down for one of the men in the group was a religious fanatic and with the Nazi dead, he stirred the mob into a frenzy of self righteousness. The surviving women were beaten and whipped before the bordello was put to the torch. Over the crackle and roar of the flames could be heard the agonized screams of the immolated prostitutes.

 

Chapter 3