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Just a fun example story, will post more soon. This is kind of old, and been posted before. Will start posting new stuff soon

Things to Note:

- This is based off an RP/Story. I have a big stack of stories I wrote for myself. Some are weird, some are super weird. So this is an edit of one of the more normal/recent ones.

- I don't write big backstories and do world building. Since I like playing an expendable thug/thugs it'd be a weird waste.

- I'm a terrible writer, and hate editing my work so get ready for typos.

- I can't write physical descriptions because A- I have zero imagination and B - I'm quite frankly terrible at it. I use pictures to compensate.


Well then... I'm really getting you excited to read!
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Me/Narrator/Super tough thug in the story:

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The silence was broken as the ferry’s horn blew, and with a lurch the old ferry began to leave port. Nicole turned to us as she pulled out her pistol. A custom gold plated fearsome looking gun… much more impressive than the small knock off Russian pistols we were issued.

“She’s on the ferry somewhere… and we’re going to find her and kill her. Understand?” She said it in a harsh tone, one that we knew meant it as a statement. She was older than the rest of us and was one of the few girls on this mission who had actually seen any combat. She had been given a small squad of rookies… in fact most of us on the mission were rookies, with the experienced girls each leading a squad.

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She confidently slid in a clip and cocked her gun with a smile. There were dozens of us on this mission, and I hoped this would mean we wouldn’t see a fight… but I felt a lot better with Nicole leading. She was a pro and had taken out at least a dozen men.

The mob had grown quickly in the last few years as the economy slowed. It was close to impossible to get a good job, so I signed on with the local mafia. At this point they weren’t even being subtle about their operations… keeping large armed groups at their disposal. Most leaders wouldn’t take women, still clinging to their old school ideals, but there were always “Mafia Princesses”. Daughters and wives of major mob leaders. Recently they started hiring their own soldiers almost entirely made up of women. The husband's and father’s preferred this, too many wives and daughters seduced by charming mob foot soldiers I guess. It was a pretty easy gig for the most part, go to some club, keep an eye on her, guard some mansion, make her look tough in front of her friends. But lately they’d been expanding… trying to show that they could do real work. Unfortunately most of us weren’t expecting this when we signed on…

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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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This was the story I wrote while Raul was drawing the 26-picture series he recently posted!

http://www.sexyamazons.com/gals/displayimage.php?pos=-59872

This is the longest story I've posted on here, so hopefully people won't get too bored reading it, haha. This was written in bits and pieces over the span of... awhile, so you may notice the writing change here and there. It's probably because of the number of breaks taken while writing it!

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I step off the transport with a nervous gulp. I'm walking with a group of other troopers, all of us marching obediently despite the nervous glances! Fresh recruits, as most troopers were given the short life expectancy, we had never seen such a battlefield before! Large billowing clouds of smoke pour from the cloud city structures. The occasional pang of laser fire breaking the silence. We had taken this part of the city, but there were still bodies everywhere! Cold flesh piled where they fell, tits thrust up and still smoking from the laser that had killed the girl attached to them!

I can't help but blush at the sight, my freckled cheeks reddening with a self-destructive delight at the sight! I step over the body of a blonde rebel, her belly sizzling and her legs spread as she stares up at me with sightless blue eyes! I turn my nose up with a pleased smile; rebel bitch got what she deserved! Even the bodies of my sisters get a smug smile as I pass them, weak cunts clearly didn't have what it took to survive! I was going to be a hero, and they were meat to be processed! My uniform was much nicer as well!

Instead of the usual white and black uniforms, my platoon wore black tops with pink satin panties riding on our hips! I can just feel how cute my tight teenage bum is in and it only makes me prouder to be a trooper! The jetpack on my back, and the backs of the other similarly dressed girls made it clear why we had the special uniforms. My taut panties rippling over my butt as I walk, I notice a few of the other girls glancing back at me; gah, sluts! My platoon had all been in the same graduating class, and we were all as eager to see our bitchy classmates bite the dust as the rebel girls we were going to be fighting! Such rivalries were natural in a do-or-die situation like the clone training camp!

"Alright, bitches!" The sergeant yells out, "We're going to attack from the north! There's no solid ground there, just a garbage incineration module! That means we're going heavy on the jetpacks, and if one of you dumb sluts gets shot down, it's gonna be a long drop into some nasty stuff. It'll eat through soft tissue in minutes, so unless you want to lose ALL of your weight, you'd better stay sharp!"

For the second time, I gulp nervously! My nerves are shaking, red hair trickling free from my white hairband.

Ahead of us the ground drops away, and a large chasm-like opening looms. Far below, rather than the abyss of clouds which had swallowed so many of my sisters, lay a long stretch--at least a mile!--of bubbling green fluid. It was designed to melt down the trash of Cloud City, and I was going to make sure it did just that; those rebel sluts were garbage, after all!

"Alright, ladies. First bitch to die buys drinks for the rest of us in Hell!"

I'm so scared! But I take off anyway, just as desperately horny to see some sluts fry in their jetpacks! Unlike the ground troopers, we don't have cocks, but my panties--smooth and sleek--are still wet with excitement!

The rumble of my jetpack joins those of my sisters. There are nearly 150 of us in the group and we fill the sky as he rush towards our objective. The city stretches out in the distance, but below me there's nothing but the chasm of the city's dump! A strange lake lays at the bottom. It's green, and doesn't look very deep, but the waves rippling across it seem un-natural. My sergeant had mentioned the fluid would eat through all soft tissue... my skin crawls at the thought, but my panties grow a little wetter and I can't help but rub my thighs together slightly.

"Eyes forward, meat" shouts another trooper as she zips past me. I blush and turn my attention back towards the distant buildings we were heading for! The smooth satin of my pink panties ripple slightly in the breeze as we push forward, but at least it keeps the dampness of my own horniness in check! Still, I can feel it in the pit of my trim teenage belly, and watching my sisters in similar uniforms only excites me even more.

It's as I'm checking out the satin-covered ass of T24 that I notice movement in the distance! Small specks are rising from the buildings we were ordered to take, and it takes several seconds for me to realize that they're rebels! They had secured a stash of jetpacks somewhere and now they were going to attack us up here. My heart races and my mouth runs dry, this was it, I was about to have my first battle! I grit my teeth and maintain pace with my sisters, ashamed of the little knot of fear I feel.

"Get ready, bitches! Here they come!"

There's still several minutes before we're close enough to make them out properly. I can see they're wearing special uniforms as well, red panties and grey tops. I lift my blaster, ready to start shooting these sluts out of the sky but they're still not in range. My nipples are rock hard atop my small breasts, pressing out against the somewhat stretchy fabric of my top lewdly. Oh god, I'm so horny I could just cum right here and now!

"Hold your fire! Wait until they're close so we can really show these sluts how easy it is to kill them!" my sergeant yells out. I can hear her easily over the rumbling jetpacks because of a small earpiece communicator.

The rebels open fire first, their discipline not as rigid as ours and they were likely just as excited to start killing us! The more experienced troopers take evasive action, but the young girls like me just keep flying forward!

A blonde trooper with her hair in pigtails takes a stray laser right to her belly. Heat radiates from the wound, smoke curling upwards, even as she lets out a powerful deathcry. I fly right past her and can see the look of pain and horror on her face as she struggles to stay up, but the laser had gone right out her back and wrecked her jetpack as well! Sparks fly as it finally sputters and she falls, screaming all the way.

"AIIIIIIIIE!" the young teen was as good as dead now! Her legs kick and her arms spin as she plummets to her death in the acid far below. A brunette joins her, taking a pair of shots to her perky young tits. "GAAAAAAAH!" she cries out, her flight spiraling out of control even as she cums powerfully into her pink panties, more meat for the acid to devour!

"OPEN FIRE!" the sergeant yells even as she dodges around the falling brunette, not sparing the shrieking girl a second glance.

I raise my gun as ordered, my blaster as hungry as my wet pussy for some rebel sluts to fall shrieking from the sky. I spot my first target even as my sisters open fire! A short-haired redhead is looking right at me. Her lips pulled back to show off her teeth, the girl looks as old as I do, her freckled cheeks making her seem even younger. She raises her gun just as I take aim, but I fire first! Fire erupts in a small lick of flame from the muzzle of my blaster, and even before I release the trigger, I can see her shrieking in pain.

The rebel slut's mouth opens wide, her teeth bared as she drops her gun and clutches at the laser wounds I'd put in her chest and belly. "F-FUUUCK!" The young girl is fried! My breathing grows quick as her body splays out, her red panties filling with girlish cum as her own death drives her to orgasm violently. It only lasts a second or two, but it's my first kill and I savour it. Soon, she's falling, smoke trailing from her jetpack as she falls towards the acid below.

There! Another girl! I twist and fire upwards, my shots slamming into the jetpack of a brunette from behind! I can see her ass clench tightly in her red panties, her head whipping back as a shriek of pain rips from her mouth. "AIIIIIIE!" Another slut blown away! It's clear she has no control of her damaged jetpack and it soon cuts out, leaving her to fall helplessly with nothing to do but scream! My panties are so wet by now that I can barely think straight, my body on fire and the desire to blast more rebels out of the sky all-consuming.

A blonde with a black hairband in her hair fires at me and I can feel the heat of the shots as they zip right by me. She tries to veer away and fly past me but my reflexes are too quick and my training takes over. I put a shot squarely through her chest, her mouth and eyes opening wide in surprise as she realizes she'd just been killed! I can't help but grin, my third kill already. The blonde shrieks as she flies past me, clutching helplessly at the bloody wound. I don't stop moving, but I shudder as I think of her joining the other bodies raining from the sky, her panties full of a final reflexive--and humiliating--orgasm!

"NYAAAAAAAaaahhhhh---" the scream of my latest kill fades as she falls, more young meat for the acid to consume!

Already the acid below is getting its share of troopers and rebels to devour. Though it looks watery from this high up, those that had already fallen into it knew better. It was thicker, like gelatin, and it sucked and grabbed at their nearly naked bodies as they writhed in horror at the fate that had found them.

The brunette whose jetpack I'd blasted hit it with a final shriek of fear and pain. Her legs kicking helplessly, the goo washed over her, holding her tight. It slid across her belly and hips, tingling her nerves at first touch. Surprisingly, her ass hit the bottom quickly. It was only a foot deep! Like a film, the acidic goo encased the doomed brunette, cutting off her air and the shrieks that had been escaping her. All around her other girls were meeting similar ends, some already encased as she would soon be, others just hitting it. There was a constant rain of young bodies coming from the battle so far above.

As it slid over her face, the girl's head snapped backwards, eyes wide with fear. Her small tits thrust upwards, the girl soon found herself completely cocooned in it, her arms bent at the elbows and her legs spread. There was no air, and no sound. Within minutes, all that would be left of the cute little brunette would be a brown-haired skeleton wearing her uniform, all of her soft tissue eaten up by the corrosive slime, one of many casualties of the vicious air warfare! She was expendable though, and eventually the slime would be dredged of all of the sluts who'd perished in it.

A trooper who lay in the goo only several feet away from her tried desperately to push herself up, facedown in the sludge and straining to escape it. It cocooned her just as thoroughly as the brunette. The black-haired trooper's ass quivers in her pink panties, the girl feeling it sliding over her youthful body. Knowing she was dead, the girl couldn't but cum again! "I'm a goner..." breathed out before the exertion finally took her and she collapsed into the muck, half-conscious as it slid over her, watching through half-lidded eyes as more of her sisters fell screaming into the acid to join her as meat.

Even as my sisters perish below, I'm still fighting above! A group of rebels had begun to move away from the main battle, looking to find somewhere safe that they could pick us off one at a time. I fire at them as they retreat and manage to score a kill! A blonde clutches at her back as her head whips backwards, "GYAAAAH!" Her sisters don't bother look back as she falls out of formation, spiraling towards the acid below.

Nearby, I see a trooper get blown away. The short-haired brunette had been in my class, and she'd been a real bitch! Always quick to brag about how she was going to be the best, and that we were just going to get in her way, I can't help but smirk smugly as I see her cute features crinkle up in pain. A pair of holes in her belly showed where she'd been hit, her body arching forward, ass tight in her pink panties as her hips buck helplessly in mid-orgasm. "So long, slut!" I think. Her lips are pulled back in a grimace of pain, and I hope she knows I'm watching as she falls out of the sky.

I find myself wondering what it felt like...

I force myself to turn my attention back to the fight. Things are still going strong despite the number of casualties on both sides already! My heart is racing and as I shift position to veer to the right, I can feel the dampness between my thighs. I was hornier than I'd ever been, and now I needed to kill some more rebel sluts!

I open fire on a small group, smiling a satisfied smile as I blast a young brunette right out of the sky. She shrieks as smoke gushes from her jetpack, her hands clutching her trim belly as she fries! I fly by her even as her body bucks and jerks before beginning to fall, and I can see the large dark spot on her panties grow as she orgasms powerfully into them. Her friends take off, leaving her to her fate as she plummets towards the ground.

"AIIIIIIIIIEEEEEeeeeeee----" her screams grow fainter the farther she falls, but I'm not listening much anymore anyway!

Nearby I spot a redheaded rebel, a blue barette in her hair, which is long enough to flow in the air rushing past her slightly freckled face, but short enough to give her a cute tomyboyish look. I gasp softly and feel my young pussy tremble with excitement. I wanted to be the one to kill that bitch! Through the confusing mess of bodies flying back, and occasionally contorting in pain as they soak up some other bitch's lasers, she sees me too! The way I'm looking at her must be obvious, because she turns towards me.

Our gazes set, we move, but don't reach each other. She's forced to turn as one of my sisters opens fire on her. The blonde trooper is another of my classmates and I gasp! No! She was -my- kill! The rebel fires smoothly though and the trooper is toast! Her small tits bounce free from her uniform as her back arches, gun dropped and both hands lifting to her breasts.

"GYAAAAAAAAAH!" the pain in her voice is easy to hear! Her blue eyes clenched shut, her teeth bared as she shrieks in pain, I watch my sister meet her end and find I'm happy to see it. The dumb slut had almost stolen my kill! The trooper's pink panties are a mess now, full of cum and rippling in the air as she bucks and thrashes out her final few futile seconds of life. Then, like the others, she's falling, already forgotten as the rebel turns back towards me.

I fire a few pot shots, but am forced to zip right by her, expecting the heat of her lasers in my own belly any second... but they never come! From behind me though several lasers nearly strike me. I see them fly by a few inches from my head, and feel their heat. Shit! I had someone on my tail! My ass clenches in my panties, tension filling my belly as I veer off and try to shake my pursuer. More shots! I pull up, kicking my feet a bit as though I were swimming. More shots!! I'm all nerves now, all it'd take was one lucky shot and I was dead meat! Biting my lip, my hair whipping about in the wind, I cut my jetpack suddenly. The roar of its engine dies, and after a brief second of weightlessness, I start to fall.

The rebel behind me is caught off guard, thinking that maybe she'd hit me after all. As I turn towards her, I open fire even as I fall!

"Scream and die, bitch!" I call as I plummet towards her. She tries to turn, but the black-haired girl is too slow and my lasers pierce downwards through her chest, erupting out her lower back.

"FUUUUUUUUUCK" she howls in pain! Agony tears at her youthful features as I finish her off! My engine starts back up as grey smoke billows from her jetpack, pieces of it falling away as the girl bends backwards, giving me a beautiful view of her cute firm belly and her spread legs.

"AYYYYYIIIIIIiiii---!" and she's gone, more girl-meat for the acid!

A trooper who was flying beside me forces me to look away from the falling rebel bitch I'd just blown away. She's hovering, firing wildly at a clump of rebels, her blonde hair trembling underneath the pink barette she wears.

"Scream and die, bitches!" I remember her from when we'd been preparing for this fight, she'd been so quiet and nervous then! T02 (She was in the first picture you drew for this series, I think she's adorable!) had scored a few kills of her own and was as eager as I was to get a few more! Her panties are dark between her thighs and the smell of her arousal isn't hard to miss. She's only a few feet from me and I turn to help her just in time to see her die.

The young teen, so horny to kill more enemies, becomes someone else's next kill as laser fire tears up her belly and small tits. "GYAAAAAAAAH!" Her back arches, and I see her firm young ass clench in her pink panties. The fabric ripples slightly as her hips buck and her arms fly outwards. Her eyes are wide and her mouth is open, the girl's tongue sticking out in a stupefied look of pain and surprise as she sees her kill fly towards her; it was the redhead in the blue barette! T02 buckles backwards, tits thrust up almost proudly as she starts to fall out of the sky, smoke trailing from her jetpack as warm cum runs down her leg. "YAAAAAAAAAIIIIiiiiiieeee----" She's gone!

I can't help but feel like I was going to cum too! Seeing the young blonde bite the dust so close to me has me even hornier than before! I lift my blaster and open fire on the redhead, but she fires back and nearly sends me screaming into the acid as well. Both of us miss though; maybe she's just as excited as I am, I don't know! As she flies towards me, I kick my jetpack into gear and head towards her, lasers blasting so close to our vulnerable bodies, knowing that at any second one of us could send the other to an early death. We're so caught up in our little fight that neither of us notice that we're about to collide! Only at the last second do I get my hands up, our bodies striking each other and tumbling frantically in each other's arms.

"You're fucked, slut!" She growls at me

"Ready to die, bitch?" I snap back, both of us grabbing and tearing at each other's bodies. Our hips press against each other's, panties gliding against the smooth, damp fabric of the other's uniform. Legs tangling, I can't help but notice the heat of her trim body and it excites me! Our hearts are racing and all the while we're fighting over the awkward positions our blasters had ended up in.

"You aren't good enough to beat me! I'm gonna feed your corpse to the acid!" She gets her free hand up and slams it into my belly, right on my bellybutton. I moan out in surprise and pain, my teeth clenching as hot pain races up my gut.

"You cunt! I'm gonna blow a hole open in that gut of yours" I hiss, bringing my knee up to try and push her away from me a bit. Our jetpacks sputter and roar as we tumble in the air trading blows. I manage to punch her twice in the tits, which draws a strangled cry from her, her mouth opening in the short yell and showing off her white teeth. She pounds on my belly and I feel like I'm gonna cum each time she does, oh god! It hurts so bad. My stomach muscles are trembling and aching as I get one of my hands caught in her hair and yank it back. She shrieks out in pain and anger but I don't let go!

"Dirty bitch! Let go!" She pushes at me, her body flexing and twisting sexily as she does, but I don't let her go! I force her head to tillt backwards, exposing her throat which I bite almost sensually. I don't bite hard enough to cut through the skin, just hard enough to draw a squeal of pain from her. I can feel the fight leaving her, like prey that had accepted it'd been caught by a predator. We're both breathing heavily and the smell of our juvenile arousal is strong. Finally though, I get my gun pressed against her belly.

"Please! No!" she begs, feeling the heated muzzle of my blaster against her vulnerable skin.

"So long, bitch!" I practically pant out the parting shot before I put two lasers square into her quivering belly.

"FRAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" Her scream is powerful and long. Her body contorts and I release it, letting her thrash in the sky as I kill her! For all her talk, the girl was now my victim! I put another shot into her chest, causing her shirt to flap open and expose her youthful tits; she wouldn't be getting any more kills today, now she was MY kill!

I watch as the girl's death-orgasm causes her whole body to buck forward, her panty-covered pussy put on display for me as her panties fill with cum. "AH GOD! YOU SLUT!" she screams out as she orgasms powerfully. Blood trickles down her white-skinned belly and the look of pain on her face is too much! As she starts to fall, screaming as she joins the other weak bitches in the acid far below, I realize I'm on the verge of an orgasm too. Killing such a confident young slut is too much for me, and I cum as well!

"Oh! Oh god!" I moan out, feeling my pussy tremble as an orgasm tears through me. "AH! AH!" I'm yelling as I cum! My nipples are rock hard and my free hand pushes between my thighs. I'm vulnerable like this, but oh god, it felt so good. My body writhes gently even as my latest kill vanishes into the acid below. Somehow, I survive it, none of the rebels deciding to put a shot into me as they fight my sisters. Trying to catch my breath, I slowly gather myself, trying to ignore the warm cum caught in my now wet panties and trickling down my inner thigh.

The acid happily embraces all of the young flesh that enters it. Those still alive when they reach it find their shrieks cut short as they collide with the warm goo. It catches them, and traps them, like flies caught on glue paper the girls have no chance to escape. A few fight desperately, weakened from their wounds and from the orgasms that had ripped through their nubile bodies when they'd been blasted out of the sky.

The redhead I'd just killed is no exception.

"AIIIIIIIIEEEEEEeee--" her shrieks as she fell were cut short by the *schlurp!* of her body sliding into the caustic slime. Her body quivers as she struggles against it, her vision already cloudy from pain and bloodloss. Still, she fights! Arching her back, she gets her shoulders off the ground, young perky tits thrust forward as she lets out a final garbled scream, "GRRLBABLBLRRBL"

All around her troopers and rebels die in the acid. Their struggles are always futile, and after a minute, all of them succumb and fall still. A number of the weak bitches have already been eaten away, nothing left but bones and hair laying in their uniforms--which the acid doesn't seem to affect--like some kind of weird preserved bug collection on display beneath the green sheen of the slime.

A black-haired rebel bitch with a white barette who'd been blown away only seconds before the redhead herself, gives up the fight and dies several feet away. Her final laboured shriek masked by the acidic goo filling her mouth. Wide brown eyes grow glassy as the girl falls facedown, her body twitching and shivering before laying still. The redhead watches in horror as she witnesses her fate, green eyes pleading as though the acid would show her mercy. She can feel it eating away at her skin already, pain lancing into her as it fills her blaster-wounds.

T02--the blonde with the pink barette who the redhead had killed herself--is already dead nearby. Tits up she stares upwards blindly, her skin already being eaten by the acid. Soon she'd be just another skeleton wearing a trooper uniform.

More rebels and troopers fall to their deaths in the goo even as the redhead feels her strength giving out. A blonde trooper falls nearby, her body arching up as she too tries to fight the inevitable. For the redhead, she can't help but feel her body start to weaken, falling facedown into the green muck and only able to lay there and wait for death. Nearby another redheaded rebel hits the muck with a splat.

The redhead's body shudders as her eyes half-close. A final orgasm rips through her, her raw pussy flexing and twitching as her hips buck slightly. Even before she's done gushing the last of her juices into her acid-filled panties, however, she dies! The fight continues without her and nobody even seems to notice she's gone. Minutes pass, and she's another set of bleached bones mingling with the remains of all of the other sluts, losers and bitches that had been blown out of the sky!

I steady myself, blushing brightly as I come down from the unexpected orgasm. My belly is still in knots as I shakily turn back towards the fight. It's then that I notice the rebels are retreating! They've begun to drop down lower, seeking some safety above the sticky corpse-filled acid goo as they make a break for what seems to be a bridge in the distance. My sisters and I give chase immediately, all of us achingly horny from the battle and eager to finish off the cowardly rebel sluts trying to escape!

We fly low, only twenty feet or so above the acid. We're close enough that I can see the rebels and troopers caught in the goo's deadly grip much clearer than I could before. My knees press together as I listen to them scream in pain and moan in sour submission as they fight and writhe against the acid eating away at their nubile young bodies. I see a brunette on her back as I fly by, it's a trooper, one of my sisters. She's holding an arm up at us as we pass, her hazel coloured eyes opened wide and a scream escaping her, but none of us can help her now and we fly by.

Rebels and troopers finish dying side by side, many of them ignoring their foes as they finish out the last agony-filled moments of their short lives. I see one trooper who hasn't forgotten her training though. Despite the wound in her side--red blood streaking across her back--she was wrestling with a rebel who had fallen close to her. The two were already doomed, but still they fought! I can't help myself and I stop briefly, hovering as my sisters continue to give chase... I can catch up in a few seconds...

The trooper has the upperhand, it's clear. They tumble and writhe in the green muck with a vigor one wouldn't expect from the dying, their lean bodies tensed and their teeth grinding as they try to ignore the pain. The trooper lands a hit that sends the rebel back into the muck with a splat though, and they both realize it was over! The rebel tries to regain her kneeling position, but the goo doesn't let her. Flat on her back, her tits thrust up, the rebel tries in vain to defend herself as the trooper's legs close around her throat. Her tongue jumps from between her lips as she finds all of her air cut off!

"HRRRRK!" She gurgles out as she finds it impossible to breathe, darkness stealing into the corners of her vision as the trooper stares smugly down at her, as though she wasn't going to be dead soon as well. All around them rebels and troopers die, but the trooper is determined to take one last bitch to hell with her! The black haired trooper's legs tighten even as the rebel's body jerks and thrashes in the muck. Her back archs, tits pushing upwards as green slime trickles down their sides.

"GRRRRGggghhh...." She rasps out, her eyes bulging. Finally, the black haired trooper has had it with this rebel cunt. She twists her legs and I imagine I can hear the snap of the rebel's neck as the trooper deftly breaks it. The rebel's body convulses powerfully, a thick gush of cum filling her panties for a final time. The slain rebel's fingers curl and then she's still, her head lolling back before falling into the muck as the trooper removes her legs. The rebel's head is turned to the side, half of her face submerged in the goo as the other half stares slackly ahead.

"You're fucking meat, bitch" wheezes out the trooper, who quickly realizes she can't get up again either. Her body is worn out, her strength gone. Strands of the acid hang onto her body, and try as she might, she finds herself collapsing into it, She seems me staring and reaches an arm out towards me as though expecting me to help her. I can see the panic in her eyes, as though she hadn't known as soon as she'd been blown out of the sky that she was as dead as the slut she'd just killed!

I watch her for a few seconds before I speed forward to catch up with the sisters, the landscape below me dotted with fallen girls all waiting their turn to become bones bleaching in the sun... the bridge is close now but the rebels aren't getting away that easily. Taking aim... I open fire on their retreating bodies...

The chase continues!

Laser blasts fly back and forth even as we chase down the rebels. We zip over the goo, ignoring the screams of our fallen sisters and enjoying the shrieks of the dying rebels. I fire without aiming, sending shot after shot after the fleeing rebels, hoping to get lucky and hit one.

I manage to blast a redheaded girl right in her jetpack. She looks behind her, smoke and sparks fizzling from the pack as her eyes widen in horror. She doesn't even know who it was that killed her, but she knows she's fucked!

"N-NYAAAAH!" she falls out of the rebel formation, arms and legs kicking uselessly. She hits the goo hard, sending a wave of it as she rolls with the momentum of her short fall. I fly right over her as she struggles and fights, almost entirely covered in the muck.

"Later, bitch!" I call back to her! A blond rebel clutches her tits and falls from the sky as well, *SPLAT* more meat! A trooper beside me catches a laser to her own tits, smoke curling from the heated edges of the bloody wound as she flips and turns in the air.

"AIIIIIIIE" I duck around her as she tumbles from the sky, and I don't look back but I can hear the sound of her colliding with the muck at high speeds. The remaining rebels spread out and our shots become less effective. Occasionally one of the girls gets struck and dies screaming, but it becomes clear we had better targets right below us.

"Target practice, girls!" calls out a trooper as she opens fire on the rebels trapped in the acid! A blonde rebel who had arched her back, trying to escape the grip of the goo, takes two right to the belly. Her head tilts back and she howls out in pain as her cute little gut gets fried by hot lasers! She flops back unmoving into the muck, her tongue hanging out against her cheek as smoke wisps from her wounds and her eyes stare upwards. I open fire as well! I nail a brunette right in her back. She's on her hands and knees in the acid, shoulder-length hair coated in the green slime. Two of my shots cut into her back and she rears her head back, shrieking out as I finish her off. She trembles before falling face-first into the muck, her ass clenching and jiggling in her red panties as she dies!

Something unexpected happens then! One of the rebels in the acid has somehow held onto her blaster! I nearly take one to my chest as she begins firing aimlessly into the cloud of troopers passing overhead. I twist and turn, avoiding the shots. Nearby, T52 (She's in the first picture! Hehe) isn't so lucky! The young redhead takes a trio of shots to her perky tits, her uniform torn open by the deadly lasers.

"URRRRRAAAGH!!" Even as she flies forward, she rears up, her chest thrust out as blood pours down it. Her eyes are clenched shut, teeth bared as black smoke billows from her jetpack. I gasp, glancing back, knowing I couldn't do anything to save the cute girl and relishing the final moments of her life guiltily. She begins to spin out of control, gun flying from her hands as she plummets into the acid. I'm already too far away to see her by the time she hits the acid, and nobody even slows, the fight continues like she'd never been there!

I send a laser into a struggling blonde below, hitting her in the throat and sending her flat onto her back where she writhes and chokes even as the acid eats away at her.

These bitches were just too much fun to kill! My panties are still wet from my earlier orgasm, but I can still feel my own wetness as I kill the helpless rebel sluts writhing in the goo... the bridge is close now though, and the surviving rebels pull up, heading for the top of it.

Unaware of what was waiting for us, my sisters and I follow...

As I head towards the bridge, I can't help but continue to fire at the girls below. Their cries and howls of pain only get my panties wetter; I even start firing on the downed troopers. It's to ease their suffering... or at least that's what I tell myself!

I line up a shot on a blonde trooper, her eyes wide in horror as she watches the ooze glide over her young, doomed, body. I put one right in her chest. The girl's tits press upwards as she thrusts her chest forward, soaking up my laser fire!

"Urrrrgh..." I imagine I can hear the soft moan that escapes her as she dies, falling back into the muck as her body trembles and blood trickles from the blaster-wound.

I fire on a redheaded trooper, her hair partially covering her face as she fights in the ooze, trying to lift her arm but unable to get it far. Already it's more bone than flesh. "Sorry, sister!" I murmur under my breath, as if I weren't thrilled to get to end such a cute girl myself. I fire!

"GYAAAAAH!" hot pain scorches the girl's belly, her legs spreading as she soaks up the lethal blasts. Body bucking, a final shot hits her right in the throat! The girl's deathscream becomes a gurgle as she collapses back into the acid, her eyes still wide open and hair still falling over her freckled face.

The bridge is close now and I pull up suddenly. Leaving the acid further and further below, I forget about my fallen sisters and focus on the rebel sluts flying away from us still. Upwards we rocket, air rushing past my face in gusts that flick and toss my bangs against my forehead. Then we hit the top and--- it's a trap!

The rebel bitches had been waiting for us! Their jetpack troops continue to flee, but atop the bridge there're lines of rebel foot-troopers with their guns ready. Several AA cannons have already been set up. I gasp, my breath catching in my throat as I feel the intensity of inevitable death crash through my thoughts. My pussy spasms gently, as if trying to remind me of how horny I was.

"FIRE!"

I hear the order, and immediately the sky is filled with deadly projectiles. Large booming shells from the AA cannon mix with the blaster-fire of several dozen rebel infantry. Desperately, we fire back, but they had their hands in our proverbial panties, and there was nothing we could do but scream and die!

A young blue-eyed brunette beside me gets hit almost immediately. Her body bucks and contorts as she falls screaming from the sky. A blonde nearby takes a row of shots to her tits, her uniform torn open and her sizzling breasts put on display as she clutches at them. "AHHHH, FUCK!"

More girls fall as we buzz around in confusion and fear, we're sitting ducks! A black-haired girl with a white bow in her hair dives towards the bridge, as though trying to counterattack. Instead she takes a blast of shrapnel to her back from one of the exploding AA shells. Her jetpack detonates like a bomb! Feet kicking, the screaming girl--her uniform on fire in places--falls pitifully short of the bridge, and plummets to her death in the acid below! "AIIIIIIIEEEEEeeee----"

Three girls open fire, but they're too clustered and a single AA shell detonates. All three are caught in the blast, peppered by shrapnel that shorts out their jetpacks. Their screams mingle together as their panties gush with sudden dampness, "GYAAAAAH---AIIIIEEE--NOOOOO!" blown out of the sky, the girls fall like the others, their well-kept bodies destroyed by the rebels' weapons.

Finally, some of us manage to open fire with some success! Many of my sisters continue to fall around me, swatted out of the air like flies. A redhead several feet away grunts as she takes a string of shots through her belly and chest. I don't even look as she topples backwards, as though doing a flip before letting out a dwindling shriek as she falls! Fuck! I was so horny! Any second now I was going to die... all I could do was wait for it, and hope I took a few of these rebel whores into the acid with me! Somehow... I don't die yet.

My shot strikes a brunette close to the railing. She throws her hands out, screaming out in pain and surprise before toppling against the railing. Bent over it, her ass clenches and wiggles in her panties before she lies still, arms danging down towards the acid so far below. Another rebel nearby runs for cover, but takes several shots to her back. Blood splashes on the cement bridge as she's thrown face-down onto it, blown off her feet by the force of the blaster fire!

"GET SOME GRENADES ON THAT BRIDGE!" shouts T89 nearby, she motions for the reserves to move up with some grenades while we held off the rebels on the bridge. I'm gritting my teeth as I fire at one rebel after another, moving in the air to try and avoid getting blown away myself! I spot a young redhead standing against the railing. Her hair's pulled back in pigtails and the freckles on her cheeks make her look younger than she probably was.

"Gotcha, slut" I say to myself as I fire at her. She's too busy shooting at one of my sisters, so when I tag her with my blaster, she's caught completely off guard. My lasers slam into her chest, smoke sizzling from the wounds as her whole body goes rigid and taut.

"G-GAH! THE FUCK!" she looks down in surprise, blood oozing down her front. Teetering on the edge of the bridge, the girl looks for help desperately from the other rebels, but they're too busy to do anything but try and survive; she's on her own. Eyes rolling back, the girl lets out a pitiful moan before tumbling right off of the bridge, "EEEEEEEEYAAAAHHHHhhhhhhh----" only her gun is left of her now, the rest just more meat for the acid.

I spot another rebel just as she blows away one of my sisters, the blonde trooper not standing a chance as she's raked by lasers. Even before my slain sister has time to finish her scream, I'm filling her killer with lasers! The girl grunts and jerks as I rain death down on her, and finally she falls backwards, landing ontop of some ammo crates. Gasping up towards the sky as blood trickles from her mouth, the girl's body jerks and writhes gently, her legs hanging over the edge of the crate as cum oozes down her thigh and she dies.

"Grenades are ready, ma'am!" Shouts a perky young brunette.

"Good! Let 'em loose!" T89 cries out, hurling one herself.

Almost immediately, the bridge is covered in explosions! Rebels are flying over the edge one after the other as ammo crates explode, and grenades send deadly shrapnel into warm flesh. The screams are loud and constant!

I throw a grenade myself, grinning as it lands beneath an AA gun manned by an unaware blonde with short hair with braids running through it. She's all smiles as she fires on us, but when the grenade goes off, the entire cannon goes up in flames! With her still on it! "FYAAAAAAH!" she's thrown backwards and off the bridge, killed before she'd even knew what'd hit her.

"Suck that, bitch!" I call after her. The bridge was almost clear, the surviving rebels running for safety but easily killed by more grenades, or strafing runs.

The bridge is falling apart as I make a second pass of it, lasers blasting through the chest and belly of one of the rebels still fighting. She stumbles back and falls shrieking off the side of the bridge, the railing long since broken off.

I rub a hand deftly between my thighs as I watch her fall towards the acid so far below. The smooth fabric of my panties is wet with my own lust, and at least one unexpected orgasm, and I grind it against my aching pussy needfully. The rebels were on the retreat now, the bridge thoroughly destroyed as it shed creaking metal girders and screaming rebel sluts into the green lake of acid. The corpses of dozens of both troopers and rebels dot the green landscape, most of them now just skeletal remains trapped inside their laser-scorched uniforms.

How many sluts had I sent screaming down to their deaths below? The thought sends a shiver down my spine, and even as my hand pulls away from my needy loins to once again clutch my blaster, I can feel another orgasm building in me. I grit my teeth against the pleasure, however, and return to the fight.

My sisters are rallying. There're far fewer than when we'd started our assault, but there were still enough to finish off the rebel forces. I rejoin the ranks even as they begin to pursue the fleeing rebels. The smoking remains of the bridge is left behind as we fire on the backs of our enemies.

Occasionally a laser connects, and a rebel whore falls from their formation, clutching and howling out in agony and despair as they plummet to the acid below. Eventually the remaining rebels realize that they weren't going to be able to just run away, and they turn to fight. The far end of the acid pool is well within sight now, and we can see scurrying rebels trying to evacuate before we overtake them. The whores still in the air would try to delay us reaching the others, that was obvious.

When they turn to fight, we don't slow down. Several troopers around me are struck by blaster fire! A blonde rears back as a laser catches her right in the throat. Her tongue jabs out from between her lips as she lets out a desperate choking gurgle, blood trickling from her lips as she clutches at the deadly wound helplessly. She spirals out of control, falling out of the formation even as she bucks and creams her panties almost submissively, killed so easily by some rebel bitch.

Another trooper bites the dust nearby. She takes several laser blasts to her perky young tits. She lets out a guttural cry of pain as she grabs at her smoking breasts. "URRRRAAAGH!", she's fucking toast though. The brunette's body twists in the air, her brown hair held in place by several hairclips as her feet kick instinctively from the pain rushing through her. Smoke trailing from her jetpack, she falls like the other weak sluts that had been killed in the battle so far. I'm still alive though!

I fly around the falling corpse of the brunette and open fire myself. My lasers tag the slim expanse of a neon-green haired rebel girl's belly. A lot of the rebels had begun dying their hair it seemed, probably some attempt to explore their newfound freedom after escaping the Imperial forces; dumb bitches. The green haired slut's belly thrusts forward as it soaks up the lasers, her legs spreading and a thick stream of cum running down her leg as she howls out, "YAAAAAAAAAIIIII!", I stifle a moan as I enjoy sending another bitch to her death.

I see a rebel zap a short-haired redhead above me. From the angle the rebel's at, she manages to trace a line of laserfire right along the poor trooper's pussy and lower gut, destroying her womanhood even as she kills her. Even I can't help but wince a little at the trooper's bad luck, that had to hurt! The slain trooper howls and thrashes in the air as she's sterilized by the hot laser fire seconds before her life is ended by the same. She plummets right past me, her eyes half-lidded and her mouth a little open as she spends the last seconds of her life in shock from the damage done by the lasers.

I kill the rebel slut that'd killed her though. The bitch doesn't even have time to re-aim her weapon before my lasers tear open her chest.

"NGGAAAAAAAH!!"

Killer becomes killed, and I score another point as the rebel bitch falls backwards, doubling over almost as blood runs down her front and she perishes.

Then something happens that I wasn't expecting! Hot pain runs through my body as laser-fire erupts from my belly. Blood splatters as I look down in horror, n...no! My whole body pushes forward as my deathscream erupts from me, and I'm helpless to stop it. A final shot bursts from between my small tits and I know for sure that I'd just been killed!

"AIIIIIIIIIEE!!!" Just like the slut I'd blown away after she'd killed my sister, some rebel bitch had just blown ME away! I hadn't even seen her lining up her shot... but that hadn't stopped her from taking it. My body convulses as I try to grapple with the knowledge that I was about to die. My ass clenches in my rippling pink panties, the taut muscles shuddering as my jetpack sputters and chokes with smoke.

I don't see the girl a dozen feet behind me, her pink hair done up in intricate braids and a smug smile on her face as she watches my body convulse. "Gotcha, bitch" she says to herself, smoke curling from the tip of her blaster.

My body arches back as my jetpack sputters to a stop, and I'm falling. The air rushing past my head doesn't drown out the sounds of the fight continuing all around me. My arms are flailing, as though they were trying to grab onto something to stop my fall. I fall away from the battle regardless, however, and I finally get a glimpse of my killer as she watches me plummet... then she turns and fires on another trooper, looking for her next kill already.

It's only then that I realize that I was still screaming. My lungs hurt, and I can feel blood gurgling in my throat. "GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA---" my deathcry follows me all the way down into the acid, where I land on my back. I'm quickly wrapped up in the sticky acidic goo. It felt like some kind of gelatin that had been left in the sun too long, slimy but sticky all at the same time. It slithers over me as I reach towards the sky, my shoulders trying to lift.

I can feel it as it sneaks into my blaster wounds, breaking down my tender organs swiftly as I buck and cry out in desperate humiliation and agony. All around me other slain troopers and rebels fight against the inevitable, succumbing one by one. A trooper nearby has already been half-digested, her glazed over eyes staring at me even as I feel another orgasm wrack my ravaged body.

"NGGGHH..." I practically grunt out as cum soaks into my slime-slickened panties. I jam a hand downwards to try and massage the overly tender meat of my pussy, but I notice that my hand is practically just bone already. A final choking sob escapes me as I collapse backwards, my legs spread and my chest thrust up almost defiantly. Even as I watch a rebel fight against her impending death, I perish. My final thoughts are of embarrassment; I hadn't survived, and now my bones would bleach in the acid with the other girls who'd been shot out of the sky... and I'd been so close... so close!

It was hours later that the battle ended decisively. The troopers eventually overtook the rebel position and put down the last of their forces. Several rebel leaders were captured and executed, and the surviving troopers were given an opportunity to rest. Soon enough they were called out once more, this time to dredge the acid pit.

All of the corpses had to be removed from the pit if the garbage disposal system was to remain untainted. Bones were caught up in large acid-resistant nets, and they'd be disposed of later. For now, the bones of the slain troopers and rebels just dried in large bundles of netting, somewhere amongst them the bones of T55's many victims that day... and of T55 herself, another body pending disposal after falling in service to an Empire that saw her as expendable.

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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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Haha, I hope these aren't getting boring! I just can't help but write scenarios using Raul's troopers.

This one is gonna have a part 2 as well I think! There's a secondary force of scuba-troopers waiting to use the main landing as a distraction while they sneak up a nearby cliff, and I feel it's in everyone's best interest that I have them do that. :)

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There was no feeling like it.

 

My belly is in knots. I’m scared. I’m excited. I’m horny as fuck. I’m about to die.

The soft roll of the small ship I’m on, as waves lap against its bow, is soothing and nauseating at the same time. Around me my sisters are bunched together; we’ve been packed like sardines in the small naval landing-craft, and the sound of gunfire was getting closer. The large exit ramp blocks our view though; all we can feel is the gentle spray of misting water that sneaks over the edge of the ship.

 My body is squeezed between a blonde and brunette, our thin uniforms doing little to minimize the sensation of warm flesh pressed against our nearly naked bodies. My white panties are already damp at the crotch, and I’m blushing even as I try hard to hide any emotion on my face. A few roaming hands had been quickly stamped out by our sergeant, S67 looming over us as she stands on a mid-height platform.

 

“Remember, sluts. Your job is to distract those rebel bitches while the other divisions flank them. If you run out of ammo, don’t let them know, just keep firing! We want them thinking you’re a threat! We’ll take the beach as best we can, but your job is to be a target, not a hero!”

 

I swallow nervously. That knot in my belly tightens at the sergeant’s reminder. My hand slides over my own bare belly, as though checking for any lumps that knot might be forming. I feel another hand slide over my ass and I bite my lip as the casual fingers of one of my fellow troopers takes out some of her anxiousness by teasing me with gentle strokes. S67 ruins the moment by bellowing out a final warning.

 

“Here we go! Get in that water and take that beach, you slugs!”

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Another story inspired by Beancooler/Raul's great take on Imperial Troopers. With Zoey (and a Stephy cameo, hehe) for good measure!

I decided to write out T94's side of the battle to defend the Imperial cruiser her and T55 were stationed on. :)

Hope you guys like it!

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T94 was proud.

Proud to be a Trooper.

Proud to have been entrusted with the duty of defending the airlock

Proud to serve the Empress.

But most of all she was proud to be given the chance to kill some rebel sluts.

The petite redhead savoured the scant minutes left before the fight would begin. She moved down the hallway with T100 and T44, while barely acknowledging either of them. Her pert breasts pressed against the slightly stretchy fabric of her black crop top, and the soft click of her bootheels on the reflectively polished floor of the hallway brought her a slice of calming rhythm before the storm; words would have only spoiled it.

The young trooper's braided pigtails bounced against her shoulders as she marched, and a smile beamed from between her freckled cheeks, and below a likewise freckled nose. She had the look of a girl, but the mind of a killer. That she could be dead in mere moments was a thought left to linger in the depths of her subconscious, rejected out of sheer impossibility and ignored out of a fear she would never admit to.

As the three troopers rounded the final turn before the airlock, they found themselves facing a rather large contingent of sister-troopers. There were twenty of them or so, all kneeling behind the ribbed support beams that ran down the smaller branch-hallway, or pressed against the smooth white plastic which covered the walls. All of them had their weapons raised, their silent muzzles pointing towards the airlock at the end of the hallway.

"Get in position, sluts! If you survive this, remind me to give you each a whipping for your insolent tardiness!" The commander was a tall blonde, her body pockmarked by several scars and at least one old puckered blaster-wound just below her left breast. T94--Zoey, she liked to call herself in the dark, when no-one but her closest bunkmates were listening--knew better than to even consider questioning either order and snapped a salute.

"Ma'am!" Her response was quick, her body stiffening as she raised a fist to her chest in respect for her commanding officer. The sudden jerk of her body caused the fledgling trooper's ass to jiggle slightly in the white briefs she wore. The other two followed suit, and all three quickly found space amongst the troopers already in position.

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I wake up to the sounds of klaxxons blaring. Red light sweeps across the barrack room me and my sister-troopers had been assigned.

 "Incoming Rebel Attack" a robotic voice declares, its monotone expression sounding disinterested. The message repeats as I push myself out of my bed, my naked body trembling with excitement.

"Come on, bitches! Battlestations!" My commander's voice prompts me to move faster as she steps into the room. I slide the white briefs of my uniform up my legs, settling them across my firm ass and hips even as the commander storms across the room to ensure we weren't slacking. "Those rebel sluts think they can just take our ship? We'll show them what the Empire thinks of their shitty little plans!"

We dress quickly, though several girls get a sharp crack of the commander's baton as a reminder that the Empire didn't tolerate lollygagging. As I pull my black top over my head, settling it across the humps of my B-cup breasts, I can't help but notice the way my hard nipples poke through the otherwise smoothly drawn fabric; I couldn't wait to kill some rebels!

"T44, T94 & T100. Report to Airlock 54 and join-up with the defending force there. Those sluts are gonna try to board us, you make sure they don't." Three girls snap quick salutes and hurry from the room. "T55 & T63, they need extra gun crews on the starboard side. Get over there and fry anything that comes within range of the ship" I stand up tall and salute, though I hadn't even had time to get my boots on. I hurry out wearing only the black stockings that normally went under our armoured boots; I wouldn't need them where I was going anyway.

The ship is large, one of the new Imperial cruisers meant to supplement the larger Destroyers. We weren't as well armoured, but the ship could repel most attacks on its own. I had been assigned to it only a week earlier, fresh from the training center and eager to distinguish myself in battle! Now the entire place was in an uproar. Red flashing lights bathed the scene with a blood-like tint that only heightened the peak of adrenaline coursing through me.

A small troop of girls in black leotards and tall boots march past me in one of the wide corridors, all of them holding helmets under their arms; pilots! Their designations match those of us troopers, but the T replaced with a P, and their heads held higher; I wanted to be one so badly! I watch them go before T63 pushes me along, "Hurry up, stupid, before they discard us both for dereliction!" I shudder at the thought; dereliction of duty by a clone-trooper was usually punished by immediate disintegration... I'd seen a few girls be discarded, nothing left of them but smoking ash-filled boots... I hurry.

The gun battery is in full operation by the time I arrive, and the commanding officer quickly has us in place. The guns are manned individually, each girl sitting back in a bucket-reared seat facing a control panel and a pair of large sticks, each capped by a blinking red button. As I sit, the control panel crackles to life and I'm looking outside the ship! Enemy fighters are everywhere! Our own fighters are marked by green outlines to ensure we don't fire on them.

"Fire at will, bitches!"

I do just that. My seat rumbles a little with each shot, bringing a blush to my lightly freckled cheeks as I focus on what I'm shooting at. I can't see the pilots of the ships, but as I put a stream of red-coloured laserfire through the hull of an enemy fighter, I can only imagine the look on the pilot's face. I gasp softly as the fighter explodes, sending chunks of debris sprialing lazily away into space.

There! Another one! I open fire and I'm rewarded by the fighter dissolving into a streaking fireball, the girl inside it no doubt shrieking in horror for the second or two she's given before the entire thing explodes, and she's reduced to space-dust.

I fall into the flow of it easily. Fighter after fighter falls to my lasers, but there're so many more to replace them! Our own fighters continue to fight, but the number of green-lit ships on my screen begins to dwindle. I think of the pilots I'd seen heading for their ships on my way to the guns; the way their bodies had been shaped by the tightly stretched lycra-like leotards they'd worn, the small pistols bouncing in their leg holsters, the way they'd carried themselves so proudly... were all of those girls dead yet? I shiver in my seat even as another blast of laser fire causes it to rumble beneath me. I can feel the slight dampness of my panties as they cling to my aroused skin; this was even better than I thought it'd be!

My inattention nearly costs me. An enemy fighter squadron had been assigned to quiet our guns! They open fire, sending torpedoes and laser fire directly into our array of weapons. I open fire once more, but it's too late to stop them! A girl several seats over shrieks out a submissive, "NYAAAAAAHHH!" as her gun is destroyed, sending electrical feedback through her system and filling the short blonde's body with deadly electricity. She's cooked on the spot! Her body shakes, tits jostling in her tight top, and her tongue hanging out of her mouth stupidly as she stares wide-eyed at the crackling monitor. Finally, she topples forward, face-planting into the controls.

A brunette nearby suffers a similar fate, jerking and writhing in her chair as her deathcry fills the air. "AIIIIIIEEE!!!" Gritting her teeth, the brunette dies with a look of agony on her face, slumping back in her chair with her legs wide and her panties soaked by a final humiliating orgasm.

Nearly 10 of our 24 guns are destroyed, the girls manning them screaming as they die. Each of us continues to fire, however, as though unaware of the girls dying around us. Each look of determination remains solid until it's that girl's turn to shriek and dance in their seat.

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Mental Death

Then for some real fun, he decided to admit himself to a
mental hospital claiming homicidal and suicidal ideation. He
went through the admittance procedure, filled out forms, the
normal routine, then was brought to the unit. Right away he
walked up the nurse station but an old hag pushed him trying to
get to the station first. He grabbed her by the hair and yanked
her head back into the cement wall cracking her dome, along with
the cement. He then jumped onto her leg breaking the frail bone
with ease. She cried out in agony and Lance laughed and enjoyed
her suffering.
Five huge hospital techs then tried to wrestle Lance to the
ground. He easily dodged the first attack and tripped the clumsy
fools. Then he used a special back hand strike and broke one of
the men's necks with hardly any effort. He stomped the others to
death with his metal reinforced, spiked boots.
A female patient screamed at the ghastly site and Lance
punched out a piece of plexiglass and used one of the shards to
slice the bitch's throat. Then he drank her blood as it flowed
out in a clean, even pace.
Another female patient, with jet black hair and medium
breasts, saw this and laughed, herself a victim of sadistic
thoughts and impulses. Lance grabbed her and drove a knife into
her chest and twisted the blade and shoved it upward severing all
major organs until finally protruding from the girl's throat. He
let her guts spill to the floor then dropped the fresh corpse on
the ground next to the other bodies.
The nurses, who had been watching in horror, had no idea
what to do. Then one of them, an older woman with long grayish
hair but still very attractive, tried to inject Lance with
thorazine. He grabbed the needle out of her hand and rammed it
into one of her eyes. The woman screamed in pain and he punched
her in the stomach and yanked on her hair pulling the miss to the
ground. She clutched her eyeball which was half hanging out and
shrieked in agony. Lance laughed and spit on her, then took one
of the other nurses, laid her across the counter top, and raped
her. He rammed his hard cock deep inside the woman's mature
pussy and slammed her good. After banging the bitch for awhile,
he picked up the older woman off the ground and raped her as
well. She cried and begged for Lance to stop but he merely stuck
his thumb into her eye socket and squashed the already damaged
eyeball. Lance slid his immense cock in and out of her over and
over, giving the bitch a good pussy workout. As he fucked the
bitch, he hacked up the other nurse with a machete and tossed the
pieces around the room. He soon shot his jizem up her tight
snatch and pulled out his tired cock. "You like that, bitch?" he
said to her as he squeezed her aging tits.
"Please, no more, I plead you." she whimpered. Lance just
laughed and pissed on her face. He squeezed her sagging breasts
then tore off her shirt and repeatedly stabbed her in the chest
with a small pocket knife. Now bleeding and in immense pain,
Lance threw the nurse to the floor and stomped her to death.
But suddenly he heard whimpering sounds. He went to
investigate and found a delectable brunette restrained in the
quiet room. She was laying on a bed with her wrists and ankles
secured, making her helpless. Lance got excited and entered the
room pretending to be a nurse.
"Can I please get out of here now, I'm much more calm." the
young woman said.
"Sure, but first there is something I need to do." Lance
replied as he pulled down his pants and let his erect rod pop
out.
"What the fuck are you doing??" the woman shouted.
"Shut up bitch." said Lance as he got on top of her.
"No, please stop!" she screamed, struggling against the
tight restraints. Lance pulled them even tighter, ensuring that
his meat would not escape. Lance grabbed the woman's throat and
held it still as he kissed her cheek and ears. "Uhh...please,
don't!" she cried, tears flowing from her sexy brown eyes. The
girl was hot as shit and was about 19. Lance was gonna fuck her
good, besides, she has misbehaved and was getting just
punishment. Using his teeth Lance tore off her tank top
revealing a seductive black bra.
"Bitch, your time is about up. You will spend the last
moments of your life in extreme pain. That is after I rape you
of course."
"She's cute, isn't she?" said a stranger's voice.
"What the fuck?" said Lance as he got off the girl and
pulled up his pants. He turned around and saw a small guy
standing in the quiet room doorway smiling. "Who in the fuck are
you?" yelled Lance, pissed that he was interrupted. "You trying
to give me blue balls or something?"
"Ha, ha, ha....that's pretty funny. I'm a friend, that's
all you need to know for now."
"Whatever. Here, help me with his bitch." Lance said as he
released the girl from the primitive restraints. She tried to
get up and run but the stranger punched her in the face and threw
her down. Lance then went and got a pair of blood ladened
panties from one of the dead nurses and shoved it in the young
patient's mouth. She tried to spit it out so he took a chain and
wrapped it around the back of her neck and through her mouth. He
pulled it tight, pinching her flesh, and secured it with a
padlock. Then his new friend held her arms down on the floor as
Lance removed her shorts and panties. The girl struggled and
tried to kick him which only made Lance even more horny. He let
her fight, knowing she would not escape as she moaned and tried
to scream but the blood soaked gagged would not allow it. Every
time she tried to speak the chain pinched her skin harder causing
more pain. Lance just stood back and looked at her, then
suddenly ran up and stomped her right in the crotch. She groaned
in anguish and the stranger's face looked grim. The girl's
struggling subsided and Lance finger fucked her for awhile and
rubbed her stomach. Then he took some more chain and wrapped it
around her waist and then down between her legs and around her
ankles making an interesting pattern. He attached padlocks to
the shackles and pulled them taunt further pinching her virgin
flesh. He then spread her legs apart wide and invaded her cunt
with his throbbing dick and slammed the girl real nice like. She
cried and cried, moaned and groaned, unable to resist as the
stranger held her arms down with unseen strength and spit on her
face all the while Lance was banging her without mercy. Lance
slammed her for a good half an hour then rammed it in as deep as
he could, put a chain around her neck and started choking her as
his cum began flowing out into her shredded pussy. But Lance
couldn't help it and started pumping her again and tightened the
chain around her throat, then sighed deeply as he finished his
ejaculation. His orgasm lasted for quite some time filling her
whole twat with thick cum. He groaned and began slamming her
some more. A few minutes later he finally pulled out, the chain
still wrapped around her tender neck. By this time she was
deceased and Lance grabbed the sides of her head and twisted it
until her neck snapped and he laughed.
Just as Lance was getting up the stranger tried to choke him
with some excess chain. He grabbed the traitor's arm and spun it
around so quickly that it snapped without the guy even knowing.
Then a few seconds later he cried out in terror and stared at the
deformed limb while Lance laughed. He picked up the screaming
fucker and threw him into the triment wall with a vengeance. His
body contorted and bones cracked upon impact after which his
flaccid torso fell to the ground where Lance immediately began
stomping on his already fractured skull crushing it into jelly
easily. "Fucking asshole!" screamed Lance in anger, then noticed
a hospital band around the dude's wrist that said disassociative
identity disorder so he figured the guy must have flipped out or
something.
Lance left the quiet room and gazed upon all the dead,
bloody bodies and smiled intently. But then six police officers
approached him, guns drawn. With lightening speed Lance pulled
out his rapid fire modified Ozi and sprayed the cops with a
barrage of black talon bullets shredding them instantly. The
razor sharp special purpose ammo tore through their soft bodies
hurling liters of bright red blood all over the walls and
ceiling. None of the officers got off even one shot and Lance
was quite pleased with his quickness. He left the patient area,
making sure to step on the dead bodies and went to the intake
area. Several doctors looked at him then suddenly ducked as a
stream of bullets rocketed towards Lance. The attack was
deflected by his shield and he turned to see more cops standing
with their guns pointing at him. "Aw man, what is this crap?" he
said as Lance simply fired his Ozi again, decimating all of them
in seconds. The incredibly high speed bullets whizzed from the
tip of the barrel at amazing velocities cleaving their bodies
into chunks of red meat. But a few cops survived, protected by
high strength armor. It was time for the personal touch so Lance
put away his weapon and prepared for hand-to-hand combat. He ran
towards the two men and put one of them in a head lock and
squeezed so hard that his dome cracked like an ocean clam,
spilling brains and blood on the floor. The other cop attempted
to jump Lance but was thrown back by his shield.
"What the fuck??" the dude exclaimed out loud. He tried to
escape but Lance tripped his legs and after the man fell to the
ground shoved a machete into the back of his neck severing the
cop's spinal cord.
Lance then looked up and saw the doctors and secretaries
panicking and running in all directions. He pulled out his .44
longslide and picked them off one by one with devastating shots
to the head. He raped a few of the dead female secretaries then
quickly exited the building only to find even more cops. "Jesus
Christ!" screamed Lance as he got down on the ground pretending
to give up. The officers ran over to him with handcuffs and as
soon as they were all crouched around him he overloaded his
shield sending a searing blast of energy into their faces burning
them. All of the pigs were incapacitated instantaneously and
Lance got up laughing and walked away. Using a neural interface
he set his personal shield back to normal with just a simple
thought.

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