Posted by dolungbridge on February 03, 2007 at 21:36:13:
JOCELIN'S CHEERLEADING DAYS - PART FIVE
PAGAN VENGEANCE - FIRST WAVE
In the moment before all hell broke loose, Jocelin found herself wondering just how she could have so completely underestimated Cherrill's capacity for cruel cunning.
Of course, the video of Lori's death had achieved its intended effect; it had brought the Meyers girls charging over to Hagen in a righteous homicidal frenzy--and not one of them had thought to verify exactly how many Pagans they'd have to kill.
Now it was clear they had only ventilated the Hagen frosh--the squad "newbies", fresh-faced, innocent and expendable. Cherrill and the other Hagen seniors had coolly sacrificed these women, using them as sucker-bait to draw the Meyers squad into the killing zone.
"Back to the cars!" Jocelin ordered, a shrill edge of hysteria in her voice.
Even as she spoke, she heard a low, buzzing hum. Something plucked at her skirt and made a metallic THUNK behind her. She turned, to find a four-vaned carbon hunting arrow buried in Linda's cleavage. The shaft had punched right through Linda's sternum, effectively nailing the blood-stained apple-breasted Filipino corpse to the front door of the Packard.
The vanes of the arrow were white and red--Hagen school colors. Jocelin remembered long ago visiting the Hagen Pagans website, studying the profiles of the girls. Oh God, how many of them had been on the archery team?
"HOY!" Sinead barked, as if she was a pirate look-out who had just spotted a treasure ship. In fact, she was staring down at the fletched shaft quivering in her right breast. Her weapon thudded to the floor of the convertible as her hand went instinctively to her punctured teat. She moaned as the pain-shock hit, nerves flaring around the metal spike inside her. In disbelief, she cupped her breast and drew it gently up, squeezing lightly, as if that alone might be enough to work the arrow out of the wound. Blood oozed from the fresh slit, painting a new band of ruby trim on her body-shell.
Sinead staggered forward, her weight pushing up the back door of the Packard she rode in. Cursing, Erica drew an arm around her friend's waist and pulled her back. At that moment, there came another whizzing THUNK, and Erica felt a terrible stinging pain in her rib, just below her left breast. She and Sinead simultaneously gave a sharp, agonized cry. A second arrow had flown out of the shadows straight through Sinead's other breast, burying itself so deep in her flesh that only the bright tuft of its feathers protruded from the soft mound of her bosom. The shaft itself had drilled through her lung and out her back, punching its steel broad-head tip into Erica's rib.
For the moment, the two Meyers girls were literally hooked on each other.
Yet another arrow flew close by Megan, just missing her. A distant movement caught her eye. "They're up in the stands!" she shouted, pointing to the bleachers on the far side of the field.
Amber, Tonya and Sara Jane immediately opened up with their Uzis, firing wildly into the seats. Megan raised her gun and stepped forward to shoot, but found she couldn't move. She turned, to find that the arrow that had missed her had caught the edge of her skirt and neatly pinned it to the back fender of Linda's Packard. Cursing, she tugged in vain at the fabric.
Jocelin watched Megan struggling awkwardly with her skirt. She was still in a dreamy fog of heightened sexual excitation. Everything was happening so fast now--too fast. And there was one thing she knew: Her squad was going to run out of ammo soon unless she retrieved the extra clips out of the carry-all in the front seat of the car.
It was gonna be too much trouble for her to fumble her way around that klutz Megan--the girl had thrown down her gun in frustration and was now yanking on her skirt with both hands, fer cryin' out loud! And Jocelin couldn't take the direct route through the driver's side anymore, seeing as Linda's pierced cadaver made a pretty effective doorstop. She went instead around the front of the car.
On her way, she couldn't resist the temptation to run her hands over Mabelle's riddled remains. The chaste Hagen girl still lay spread-eagled on the hood of the Packard like some maniac's twisted dream of a Christmas feast. Jocelin walked her digits up the girl's leg, deftly fingering her victim's still-warm panties--ahh, but no, there was no time for any extensive exploration of
the freshly-killed cunt underneath the fabric. Instead, Jocelin ran her fingers lightly over the multitude of seeping craters on Mabelle's belly and breasts, poking through the frayed holes in the uniform to caress the ruptured welts of burned and puckered flesh that she herself had stitched across the girl's perfect white skin.
It was oddly like touching a lover's body, and Jocelin felt the same overwhelming surge of sexual longing. One hand strayed down to rub at her skirt over her pubic mound while the other hand cupped and squeezed one of Mabelle's shredded tits.
Her squad finally found some of their targets in the Hagen stands. There was a thin, distant shriek, and Jocelin's heart leapt as she watched a white-skirted figure tumble over the rail of the bleachers and fall twirling and screaming, away into darkness.
The Meyers Uzis caught another Hagen amazon as she tried to flee up a set of concrete stairs. Even from far, Jocelin clearly saw the girl's white back literally explode with red furrows. The Hagen bitch dropped her quiver and bow. Her back arched in terminal agony and her body tumbled down the steps, splashing a trail of gore on the concrete as it went, until it hit the metal railing at the bottom and lay there crumpled, one white-sleeved arm draped down and dribbling blood onto the field.
"HUCK!" Tonya gasped suddenly. It was the only sound she could make, for another arrow had shot out of the stands and taken her in the neck, splitting her esophagus.
Tonya's eyes bugged open wide as the pain of the ultimate sore throat shot to her brain. She dropped her Uzi and frantically clutched at the barb with both hands, staggering about like a drunk.
"There's still another one out there!" Megan cried, panic creeping into her voice. She tugged harder--and fruitlessly--at her pinned skirt.
"Then why don't you picking up your gun and fucking shoot her!" Jocelin snapped. She dug inside the canvas carry-all in the front seat and tossed Megan a clip. Megan caught it before it beaned her in the forehead, and she shot a vicious look at Jocelin.
Jocelin blew her a kiss; then took out a clip for herself. She was hovering on the keen edge of a truly titanic orgasm, and she was feeling pretty euphoric--invincible, in fact. All in all, the operation had gone pretty well so far; they'd only lost Linda and were in the throes of losing Tonya and Sinead--two good flyers, those girls, handy for "libs" and "arabesques", but possessed of a little too much 'tude. Tonya, in particular, used to go around thinking she was all that--well, she looked pretty "all that" now shambling about, strangling, with a steel-tipped hunting arrow sticking out of her throat and her face puffed up like Dizzy Gillespie blowing a hot solo.
Megan bent to retrieve her gun. As she stood, she popped out the old clip and locked the new full metal jacket in. That was when another arrow ZZZIPPED out of the stands and caught her in the abdomen, just above the band of her skirt. It burrowed deep, and Jocelin happened to be watching as the bloody tip sprouted from Megan's lower back, pulling the fabric of her body-shell into a conical tent.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Megan grunted, as if she had just burned her fingers on a pot-roast. The pain hit home and her eyes bulged, giving her an expression of child-like wonder as she contemplated her new belly-piercing. Her bosom heaved as she fought to breathe. She tried to pull the arrow out of her gut, but the dripping tip caught on the flesh of her back.
Jocelin studied Megan intently. The sight of the girl mewling and moaning and clutching at the shaft in her tummy made her incredibly hot. So did the feel of gun-metal in her hand as she reloaded her Uzi.
Then the other Meyers girls let loose a sustained volley into the stands--"hitting the crowd" they would have called it, if it had been a normal day with the seats full of fans and the Meyers squad armed with only their megaphones and their kick-ass dance moves and their fight songs--but now it was war, and the sound was not of dippy rhyming cheers but the throaty roar of the silenced muzzles like the accelerated pulse of a heart on the way to complete overload.
Jocelin's hand moved to her crotch again, and she forced the panty aside to feel the thrilling wetness there. She groaned with pleasure and glanced up in time to see the last Hagen archer die. The Pagan bow-girl had plainly thought the wood and metal stadium seats would provide her some measure of cover, but she was too tall to crouch fully behind them. Amber winged her in the shoulder, and as the dumb girl bolted up in shock, Sara Jane let her have it. Concrete chips blew everywhere as the sustained crossfire hurled the archer back into a seat. She was shot to pieces in a sitting position, arms and legs flung out, squirming and screaming as a gunfire cyclone pierced and violated her body.
Jocelin nearly came on the spot. As she played her fingers lightly over her clitoris, she became aware that Megan was watching her with an accusatory glare.
"You bitch!" the wounded girl hissed. "We're dying...and that turns you on! We're nothing to you!"
Jocelin merely grinned. The girl was right, but there was work to do. She couldn't afford to get distracted.
"Sara Jane, Ari, catch!" Jocelin cried. She tossed a clip at Sara Jane, and the remaining ammo at Ariel. "Load up, girls!"
It was then that she heard a voice carrying across the field--the voice she had been secretly, sub- consciously waiting to hear since the start of this whole affair.
"NO MERCY, GIRLS!" the woman's voice bellowed. "KILL 'EM ALL!"
Cherrill had come onto the field at last.
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