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I Found a Battlefield

I found the Cunt dying in the battlefield.

I came across the immense carnage on my way to Themiscyra. The battle had taken place many days earlier as I could see from the corpses that had started to shrivel up, though they still looked very beautiful in death, as one would expect with the Amazons, with all their lovely charms in full view, for it was most common for Amazons to die with their legs open as a natural reflex when suffering agony and experiencing sexual ecstasy as they lay screaming and dying.

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I dismounted in order to gather up as many valuables as I could find. There was not much weaponry left behind but I did find a few nice daggers buried under piles of slaughtered Amazon flesh. I found many that had been planted passionately inside anuses, right up to hilts which was sticking out. I smiled; Greek warriors were indeed very passionate, and would often indulge in such twisted pleasures.  I grabbed the handles and plucked them out in turn, wiping the blood and the offal off the blades in their hair and the flesh of their firm round buttocks. I would take those fine daggers, but all the Amazon offal and the gore would remain with the slaughtered Amazons, thank you very much.

Scavengers had obviously already combed the entire field and there was not much left other than all the worthless meat, but though most had been stripped naked by the enemy, many of them still wore their fine gladiator sandals, so I set about stripping lots of the fine leather from the dead feet. At least these would fetch quite a decent price at the market, for Amazon sandals were by far the product of the best workmanship there was. They had to be, for Amazons marched for miles and miles and fought for hours in their sandals, which thus had to be up to the task. Furthermore the sluts of higher rank would have precious stones embedded in them. These served as their wealth that could be used as currency anywhere and at any time. Even Amazons of lowest rank, often referred to as arrow fodder for their role in the battlefield, had stone studded sandals, but with less valuable ones. But the higher ranking Amazons had been stripped entirely naked, even down to their feet, and taken away to line the battlement walls as trophies of war. But I came across a chariot filled with officer carcasses that had somehow been forgotten and left in the field. But the way they had been stacked up all I could see was their beautiful butts and legs, with all their naked feet just sticking out of the chariot. They had obviously been dumped that way to make it easier to strip their stone studded sandals. There was no dignity left for these hated officers who had orchestrated the battle, as their naked carcasses lay there on top of one another like pieces of meat waiting to be thrown to the dogs or fed to the lions in the arena. How their fortunes had changed, from proud and haughty Amazon Commanders to disposable pieces of meat. The sight of their carcasses brought a smile to my face. I was glad that such haughty Amazon filth had ended this way, like the warloving sluts that they were.  

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As I went about taking slender, sandaled feet into my lap and stripping them of their valuables I heard soft moans a short distance away, coming from underneath a mound of flesh. I approached the mound, admiring all its beautiful contents, with lots of long legs draping downwards to leave sandaled feet dangling helplessly and motionlessly in the air. A couple of pairs of round buns adorned the top of the pile, one of them with the point of an arrow sticking out in erotic conquest of the warrior woman's most intimate chamber. I yanked the 2 heads up by the hair and shoved them off the pile to fall clumsily with their legs immodestly splayed. I pulled away the other carcasses, sensuously placing my fingers in the meaty cracks of round buttocks and using battle bulbs affixed to once proud chests as soft malleable handles to pull and tug away at the dead meat. I had always found the handling of flesh extremely arousing, and found myself getting rock hard in an instant.

I grabbed fresh fistfuls of hair to pull more heads out of the way, as corpses rolled off the heap, folding up awkwardly as limbs limply followed torsos to settle in their new positions. I found a writhing Amazon lying face down at the bottom of the pile with legs apart. I grabbed her sandaled feet and yanked her away from the pile, causing the flaps of her tunic to slip away from her moon shaped posterior meat presenting me with a fine view of her swollen pubic mounds which now brushed against the grass. She squealed and howled as the stretching of her entire body started to open up the wounds in her chest which also scraped along.

I dropped her sandaled feet back down to the ground and grabbed hold of a full head of her long golden brown hair. I tugged away at it somewhat viciously, and yanked her head up by the fistful of hair, causing her to squeal again. I looked into her pale green eyes and suffering face. She had those half closed eyes and vacant expression, with tongue hanging out stupidly from her open mouth that were the signs of exhaustion and long hours suffering. I found that the mere thought of her suffering somehow brought me a strange, twisted pleasure. I found her suffering face enjoyable to behold.

Pieces of meat that were once a fine perky breast just dangled from her chest, covered in dried blood and what seemed like dried milk. It had no doubt been passionately minced by a lusty Greek blade. But her other bulb was in a way still intact although it had been sliced wide open, and the yanking of her hair now caused its meaty gland with all its intricate tubing to spill and dangle out of its fleshy erotic housing. It had been a hard ride and I was both hungry and thirsty, so I instinctively grabbed hold of the gland and ripped it out by its roots with a tearing, sloshing sound. She let out a huge gasp followed by a rasp guttural sound, while begging and pleading in her barbarian Amazon tongue. I stuffed it wolf like into my mouth and started chewing, making sounds of approval as I chewed away at the delicious piece of meat that was still fresh, and remembering how immensely delicious Amazon meat was.

She continued to moan and cry and mutter and beg something in Amazonian, but I ignored her. When I tired of all her pitiable begging and winging I just grabbed hold of her hair once again and slammed her face hard several times into the round buns of an Amazon corpse just next to her, then held her there by her hair amidst her protesting kicking feet, humiliating her as I started to suffocate her in the corpse's soft buns, pressing her nose into her anus and her mouth into her swollen cunt. When I stood up she gasped desperately for air to feed her burning lungs. Then started to whimper and whine once again, so I crashed down hard on the back of her skull with my foot, smashing her delicate face into the lifeless muff and knocking her out as the sensitive bone of her nose cracked against the carcass's coccyx.

Having finally shut her up I started to examine her for any valuables and found some golden toe rings, which I sensuously removed with my teeth. While I was down there at the slut's feet, prizing apart the leather sandals, I decided to munch away, taking time to suck and slurp at the discovery of a lovely set of toes which were sticking out of her fine sandals. I was surprised to discover how delicious she was down there. I could see that she had rubbed her feet and toes thoroughly in jasmine and hyacinth before the battle, as Amazons were wont to do, and the expensive fragrance, mixed with the slut's natural pheromones, had kept them fresh and tasty, and thus ever so kissable ever since.

I could not help wonder who had actually been victorious in battle. Was it the Spartans, who forced the captured Amazons to drag their own slaughtered filth to the awaiting meat wagons to take home as trophies of war? The thought excited me as I visualised defeated Amazons forced to drag their own dead ignominiously by the hair, as was Spartan custom, before being herded off themselves to the awaiting arena.

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A sequel to From a Hypothetical Yakuza Novel 1, inspired in part by a certain unused scene in Kill Bill: sister of the slain kunoichi seeks revenge, even if it's the last thing she does.

From a Hypothetical Yakuza Novel, Scene 2

A gust of chilly wind caught him as he rounded another corner, penetrating the light jacket that he wore over his usual business suit, causing him to instinctively scrunch his shoulders a little. This evening, the roundabout path from the chore of overseeing the Clan's industrial district operations to his car had taken him in front of Warehouse D-21. On the outside, it was no different from the other blocky, rust-colored structures that lined the street, with an occasional working street lamp.

D-21 brought back recent memories, though: a few months before, it was there that he had fought and slain the infamous Jade Kunoichi and her retainers. The police lines and the bodies were long gone now, with nothing to show for it: everybody in his world knew just who had done it and why, but nobody wanted the police involved, least of all the police themselves.

He stopped. Ahead of him, he had spotted a figure causally sitting on top of the farthest lamppost on that block. Outwardly, he did nothing, but he was already planning his next move.

“Good evening!” It was a cheerful female voice. A moment later, she gracefully flipped off her perch, landing noiselessly into the spotlight. He remembered where he had seen her: it was at the ceremony that took place two weeks after the deaths of his uncle and the Jade Kunoichi. There, a peace agreement with the Jade Clan had been formalized. A younger sister of the Jade Kunoichi, she had stood out from the rest of her clan with her not-quite-traditional bleached blond hair and a dark brown artificial tan. He had heard they called that fashion “ganguro,” though she seemed to eschew the heavy makeup that “ganguro” supposedly wore.

Rather than the skimpy uniform of a Jade-clan kunoichi, she was wearing an even skimpier version of a “sailor” school uniform, consisting of a short-sleeved white button-down shirt and a jade-colored miniskirt. She wore it braless, he could tell, because the shirt was unbuttoned and tied off under her breasts, revealing much of the deeply tanned flesh of her bosom and all of her toned abdomen. The skirt, too, was short enough that every gust of wind revealed a similar lack of panties, along with the knowledge that she shaved her pubic hair. She wore no footwear, but he could see the toenails of her bare feet were painted jade green, like those of her late sister. He always did admire the physical and mental conditioning Jade Clan applied to their trainees: though half-naked in the cold, she was showing no discomfort, or shivering. Unlike most of the Jade Clan’s ninja, she did not appear averse to using firearms: on her belt, she had two hand grenades (that he could see), an Uzi, and several magazines of ammunition.

“Good evening.”

“You sure took your time getting here. I've been freezing my butt up there every night for a week!”

“May I presume that this is about your elder sister?”

“Right. I am here to kill you for what you did to her.”

Normally, such a declaration would have been met with a quick draw and a killing shot, but this time, there was the matter of justifying it before their two clans: without proof that he was threatened, killing her at this point could be considered aggression. Thus, he chose his words carefully: “It was my humble understanding that our clans had come to an agreement that the Jade Kunoichi's actions in facilitating the death of my uncle were driven by a desire on her part to provoke me into a test of fighting prowess. It was also my understanding that the honorable and respected Jade Clan has disavowed her actions, acknowledging my revenge on her as legitimate, and thus not subject to retribution by the honorable and respected Jade Clan or...”

“You just don't get it, do you?! You're just like the Elders!” The girl interrupted. “You think it's just because you killed her. So you killed her. She was ready to die, if you proved stronger than her! But you didn’t give her that! She said that whoever won, the winner would never forget the battle. She even waited until you killed all of her retainers to confront you! And you just shot her!”

Her voice shifted lower, turning into a growl.

“I saw her body. I can read blood spatter as well as anybody. I know you shot her through the throat after she challenged you. You bastard...”

He observed her, responding in the same, overly formal language: “At no point did I make a secret of what had taken place, nor of my intentions. Whereas her goal was to provoke me into a blade duel, my goal was to kill her.”

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This is an old story of mine, but comments and criticism are still welcome. A male assassin takes on a squad of female ninja and their leader. This story is meant to read like a scene out of a yakuza novel.

From a Hypothetical Yakuza Novel, Scene 1

The moonlight streaming in through the skylights gave the ordinary warehouse an eerie gray appearance. The young man's footsteps were oddly silent as he moved through the hallways formed by stacks of crates, gun drawn. He looked like he was dressed for a job interview rather than combat, in a gray business suit, but his upcoming interview had but one motive: revenge.

He paused, his senses taking in his surroundings, and knew that this was the moment of truth. He knew approximately where she was and how many were with her. All that was left was to take one step forward. He stepped. Then, flicking his wrist, he slapped aside the throwing knife that was flying at him with the barrel of his gun.

They all attacked at the same time. There were six of them, two leaping down at him from above, four breaking cover and charging. They were six female ninja, all looking in their late teens. Each was dressed in a short, tight wrap going down to just below her buttocks, and white panties. The wrap was open in front but belted at the waist by a narrow belt, and the panties showed between the flaps of the wrap. White bands of cloth were wrapped around their forearms and lower calves. All were barefoot. Their hair styles, too, were identical, each girl's hair going down to the small of her back, and held back by a headband. Each wielded a tanto: a single-edged knife with a foot-long blade. That meant that his was the only gun in the vicinity. He would have to budget his ammo.

He jumped forward, pushing off at a slight angle to spin in the air. The one leaping from above and to the right slashed and missed. She landed in a crouch. He twisted in the air, to point his gun at the other ninja, who had jumped from her perch behind him. He fired one shot. It hit her low in her right breast, blood splattering over her top. He continued to rotate, rapidly firing once at each of the two ninja that were originally to his left. The first one was shot through the heart. She gasped as the wound between her breasts spurted blood. She managed two more steps, but her life was over. The second one tried to roll to avoid the shot, and was hit in her left shoulder.

He rolled as he landed, passing under a slash from the ninja on his right, firing twice at the ninja in front of him as he rose. The first shot hit her to the left and below her navel, snapping her belt. The second shot hit her in the upper abdomen, just under her left ribs. She was momentarily stunned, as her no-longer-restrained bloodied top flew open, revealing what little it had been concealing of her athletic figure.

The ninja on his right lashed out again with her tanto. He blocked the slash with the barrel of his handgun. He aimed a punch at her right temple as he rose, gun still locked against tanto. She tilted her head to avoid it and lashed out with her left hand to strike at his right flank. His swing was merely a distraction, however, and her fatal mistake was forgetting that the barrel of the gun was not as dangerous as its end: he pivoted the gun, with the tanto as the fulcrum, until it pointed at her face, and pulled the trigger. Her attack was aborted, droplets of blood and brain spattering on his gun hand.

The dead ninja pitched back, messily shot between the eyes. He continued his motion, narrowly evading a thrust from behind, from the ninja he had hit in the shoulder earlier. It opened a long gash in his suit, though not his flesh. He turned again and fired at her as she was recovering from her thrust, having overextended herself in trying to reach him faster. She was half-turned, so the bullet struck her in her lower-left ribs, lodging in the upper abdomen. He retreated, as the remaining ninja tried once again to encircle him, but then, he spotted his real target.

He had only seen blurry photographs of her before, and now she was standing on a container, watching the fight below. The woman looked slightly older than those he was fighting, and was about his height, with a narrow face, and commanding bearing. Her skimpy clothes were of the same cut as those of her minions, but her wrap shimmered slightly, being of fine silk. In the moonlight, he could not see the colors, but he knew that it was jade green, with dragons embroidered in gold thread. He guessed that the pedicured toenails of her bare feet were painted the same color.

He had a momentary clear shot, but when he shifted his gun just slightly, to begin to aim for her form, she read the motion and ducked behind another crate. In the next moment, he paid for this distraction, as a jump-kick from the left and behind caught him completely unprepared. It was his only unharmed attacker: the ninja that had tried to ambush him from the right. He rolled with the kick instinctively as her foot made contact with his ribs, knocking him forward. As he hit the ground, he could feel that at least one rib was cracked.

He used the momentum of his roll to get back up. Two of his foes were on him as the as he regained his footing. On his right was the girl who had jumped at him from behind, bloodstain growing over her right breast. On his left, the girl whose top was open. A stream of blood flowed down her abdomen, not obstructed by cloth, and another lower, soaking her panties. He dodged the slash from the one on the right and pistol-whipped her. Her head rocked back, a few drops of blood flying from the split lip. This gave him a chance to block the slash from the one on the left with the barrel of his gun. She surprised him, letting go of her weapon and grasping his wrist, pushing off with her feet to tackle him. Her left arm snaked around his right shoulder, in almost an embrace, her bared breasts pushing against his chest and their faces inches apart, as he staggered back, trying to stay on his feet.

He pulled the trigger, the bullet ripping into her stomach at a steep angle. She held on, her pretty face set in a mask of determination. He managed to heave her to the side, interposing her between himself and the other attacker to buy himself a few moments, wincing as his ribs reacted to the exertion. In the meantime, she managed to bring her arm into a stronger embrace, pressing herself against him harder. He could feel the girl's labored breath on his face, a drop of blood appearing on her lip. He fired again, and the girl's legs jerked once and went limp: the bullet damaged her spine. She maintained her hold, but her strength was waning rapidly.

Not rapidly enough, as the ninja who had jump-kicked him rejoined the fray. He was attacked from two sides, but his back was to a container. Desperately he jumped away from the new threat and her slash passed inches away from the back of his neck. His luck held as he barreled into the other girl, pushing her dying teammate into her and onto her blade. She fell back. He shifted his weight, passing her on the side. His arm stretched, firing into her temple as she fell. She was killed instantly, with the almost point-blank shot, her brain splattered on the side of the container.

Only two minions remained alive, one wounded in the shoulder and lower ribs, the other unharmed. His gun's magazine was almost empty, however, and they would hardly give him a chance to reload. At the same time, he noticed that their leader was once again observing the battle, standing atop another crate. Yet, he knew that she would hide at the first sign that he was targeting her. He had a better idea.

The unharmed ninja pursued him. Over a few seconds, he parried her attacks with the barrel of his gun. She was careful to keep it from pointing at her, and the fact that her weapon was bladed and his was not gave her some control over this, though she was suspicious that he was holding back for some reason. Through parrying and dodging, they had switched positions, so that the other surviving minion was running at him from behind, and he had retreated to where his previous two kills lay. This suited her fine. The twice-wounded ninja reached the fray, thrusting at his back.

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Jason was very careful as he moved toward the school. He stepped inside seeing that the halls were empty as he had antcipated with all of the students and teachers already in their first classes. His eyes moved up as he began to hear the sounds of sneakers squeaking down the hall. He moved behind a wall watching closley as the person got closer. He spotted a female student walking down the hall. Blondish brown hair a skinny girl in tight jeans red sneakers. He didn't know of the girl very well not having her in any of his classes but he knw that her name was Sammi. 

 

Jason waited until Sammi got closer enough and then knelt down on the ground holding his ankle rocking back and forth a bit "owww" he groaned.

 

Sammi blinked seeing a boy on the ground in the hallway that seemed to be hurt "hey are you alright"? she asked a bit freaked out.

 

Jason shook his head "come her help please" he begged.

Sammi nervously moved over toward the boy kneeling down "hold on i'll go get a teacher or someth....mmmmmm!"

Jason waited watching as the skinny girl came over kneeling beside him. He quickly moved grabbing a hold of the girl making sure to cover her mouth and moved behind her. He kept a tight grip on her head as she kicked out struggling and then with one twist and sickening snapping sound he snapped her neck to the side.

Sammis eyes glazed over and her head slumped over to the side her arms falling limp to her sides.

Jason dragged the light girl by her hair toward the bathroom. He bent down unlacing her red sneakers letting her small black socked feet hit the ground doing the same to the other foot. He placed the two red snakers outside of the bathroom in hopes of drawing a quick other victim inside out of curiousty.

 

Jason stepped back inside dragging Sammi limp body up against the wall and waiting.

 

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Jason headed down the streets making sure to go slow enough that all of the bells would have already rung in class. He savored the look of his lifeless mother laying in the kitchen floor in her pajamas as he walked.

Jason stayed back until he knew that all of the final bells had rang waiting. He kept his eyes focused up ahead toward the school. He looked up ahead as one of the late arriving teachers stepped out of her car in the parking lot where other than her it was completley bare. Jason kept his eyes up ahead as Ms Kennedy bent over inside of her car going through something her brown heel dangling off of her foot a bit as she did.

Jason made his way up toward the womans car "hello ms Kennedy" he said looking at her.

Miss Kennedy jumped a bit as she turned around from her car "oh goodness! you scared me" she said with a laugh and then stared at him for a moment surprised after se realized who it was that had spoken "Jason?" she asked shocked that he had actually talked "um hello" she said with a smile "aren't you going to be late honey?"

Jason shook his head "no maam i'm going in now just wanted to say hello" he said slowly turning to walk toward the school.

Ms Kennedy smiled "oh um okay honey have a good day" she said turning back toward her car and bending over as she reached inside.

Jason turned back toward the woman she she leaned inside her car slowly pulling out a cord from his pocket. Lunging forward Jason wrapped the cord tightly around her throat.

Ms Kennedy gasped stumbling back as she felt the pressure of Jason squeezing her throat with the cord "jas..jas what are..."she choked out clawing at his hands at her throat. 

Jason smiled lightly watching the woman struggle noting the color of her face turning a shade of red.

Ms Kennedy gagged trying to pull at the cord as she struggled one of her brown heels flying off "plees..." she choked some saliva escaping her lips down her chin as she fought for air.

Jason smiled reaching over and closing the womans car door and pulling her over closer to it. Quickly Jason grabbed her by the hair roughly and then slammed her head through the door window.

Ms Kennedys head smashed through the glass window her hair whipping around. 

Jason smiled letting go of her hair looking at her body hanging half out of the car window. Her head and arms dangling inside the car her legs limp outside of it. Jason looked down at her one wrinkled sole and reached over grabbing her brown heel that had come off sliding it back on to her foot before grabbing her. Jason pulled her legs up in the air and oushed them through the window leaving her body curled up inside the car limp.

Jason smiled heading toward the school building.

 

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