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Fitzhugh had come a long way since his embezzlement of U.S. Navy funds in the early spring of 1983. For one thing, the need for survival based on mutual co-operation with his fellow cast-aways had made him less self-centered. But, while he might have grown stronger, emotionally, he was still rather out of shape, physically. As a result, his breathing became more and more labored, while his pace became slower and slower. Until, finally, he collapsed, altogether.
Thereby enabling Squad B of the recon platoon to catch up to him without any further trouble.
"This is a spy for the Rebel Alliance?" exclaimed one of the stormtroopers. The skepticism plain to hear in his voice.
"Maybe he's wearing a holoshroud," replied another: "You know; just to make us _think_ he's fat."
"Knock it off, you two!" snapped the corporal in charge: "I'm trying to get Squad A on the comm-link."
A minute later, the gruff voice of Platoon Sergeant Vindeezel was identifying himself.
"Is that you, Corporal?"
"Affirmative! We have a prisoner, Sarge. What do you want us to do?"
"We're still following the other fugitive. And, he's proving somewhat more elusive than your prisoner. Send the Scout-AT to reinforce us. Meanwhile, see what preliminary info you can get out of your prisoner."
"Affirmative. Squad B, out."
No sooner had the big machine departed, however, than the corporal ordered Fitzhugh to be propped up between the other two stormtroopers. He then splashed some water from his canteen on to Fitzhugh's face, waking the overweight Earthman up
"Blub! What...? Who...?"
The corporal punched him in the stomach.
"OOOOOOOF!"
"I'm the one who's got questions, you Rebel scumbag! And, unless you want to get progressively punched lower and lower, you better give me some straight answers. Like, for instance; where's your ship? And, how many in your party?"
"I don't..." Fitzhugh began to reply.
The corporal kept his word. The second punch was one millimeter lower.
"OOOOOOF!"
"Answers that start with the words 'I don't...' generally prove to be unsatisfactory," said the corporal: "So, I'll repeat my first question. And, you'll rephrase your answer to something I can live with. Or, should I say, _you_ can live with?"
The other two stormtroopers chuckled, accordingly. But, they stopped doing so the moment their surroundings became completely dark. Which, in turn, prompted all three of them to look up...and gasp.
For looking straight down at them were three beautiful brunette giantesses! Two of them with long hair and short-sleeved leotards (one green/one brown). And a slightly taller one with short hair and a long-sleeved leotard (light blue).
"If there's one thing I can't stand," said the latter: "...it's people being bullied by those who outnumber them."
Whereupon, she crushed the still-stunned corporal beneath the blue moccasin on her right foot! An act that snapped the other two stormtroopers out of their horrified stupor. Before they bring their blaster rifles against Lee Noticias, however, they found themsleves being lifted off the ground by elder daughter Kyle (wearing the green leotard)!
"Hey, Leslie! Here; catch!"
She flung the stormtrooper in her left hand using an under-handed pitch. And, her younger sister in the brown leotard had no trouble catching the screaming trooper between the palms of her hands! Whereupon, both sisters deprived their tiny prisoners of both their weapons...and their armor.
"Hey, Mom!" exclaimed Leslie: "These little people must be identical twin brothers. They look exactly alike!"
"How's the one they were beating up?" inquired Kyle.
Lee Noticias gently lifted Fitzhugh off the ground in her cupped hands.
"He's breathing very shallowly! I'll take him to the veterinary wagon while you two take your new pets to our trailer and get started on their...obedience training."
The grins on her daughters' faces was irrefutable proof that they were more than delighted to carry out that particular instruction.
tbc
Giantess World
