Posted by Extranjero on April 20, 2007 at 15:11:11:
DOLL SOLDIERS (Part 6)
Someone slapped Leilani’s cheek. “Okay, she’s coming round.”
Leilani sagged and let her head fall forward. Her long dark hair was hanging in her eyes. Squinting through the veil, she saw a muscular bare stomach, the navel stapled with a pair of pearls. Her own stomach rolled over in a fit of vertigo. Her body would have crumpled, but her wrists were tightly bound, her arms spread wide.
She realised she was very hot. The sunlight blazed on stonework all around her. Then somebody gripped her jaw and pushed her head back up.
“All right, then. Let’s find out what you know.”
The speaker was a hard-faced girl with straight fair hair and pitiless grey eyes. She wore a plain black crop-top which revealed her suntanned midriff, and a pair of shorts which hugged her pubic bulge. A holstered automatic rested just above her hip. Apart from that, she looked just like a bully who had plagued Leilani’s schooldays.
Leilani’s lip had curled before she knew it – instinctive coyness giving way before the feral instincts she had learned. Her eyes flicked left and right behind the tangle of her hair. She was in some kind of courtyard, with old buildings on all sides. There were puddles on the cobblestones, but these were steaming even as she watched. The bowl of an ornate stone cistern lay in front of her. Several other black-clad girls lounged round it. The hard-faced blonde released her and leaned back against the rim.
Leilani scowled at her, despite her growing apprehension. Her posture felt acutely vulnerable. She was tied against a wooden frame, arms spread as if she’d just been crucified. Apart from her skimpy doeskin briefs, she was completely nude.
“What’s your name, Doll Soldier?” asked the blonde disdainfully. Leilani didn’t meet her stare; she peered at a tattoo on the girl’s arm. It looked like a horned triangle around a lidless eye: some kind of gothic magical design.
Then a silver-headed cane was pushed under her jaw, and levered her unwilling gaze around. Leilani shifted nervously, her dark eyes widening. The horsewoman who’d knocked her out was standing next to her. The Hussy’s jacket hung unbuttoned, framing her large breasts. Her gypsy curls cascaded round her smile.
Her cane prodded Leilani’s breast, the touch of silver cool and hard as steel. “The Section Leader asked you for your name,” her smug voice purred.
“Leilani.”
“Leilani …” mused the dark-haired girl, still toying with her tits. “Pretty woman, pretty name ... Do you remember what you used to do?”
Leilani swallowed thickly, trying to lubricate her throat. “I work for an insurance company ...”
“I bet you weren’t insured for this,” the hard-eyed blonde chipped in. Her fellow soldiers snickered in the background. Leilani glimpsed their rifles and the holsters on their belts, a contrast to their naughty-schoolgirl smirks.
“So when did it all come clear for you?” the horsewoman enquired.
“Just leave my boobs alone!” Leilani snapped.
The dark-haired girl smiled brazenly and reached up to caress Leilani’s breasts. Leilani tried in vain to twist away. The Hussy leaned in close, as if to sniff her gleaming skin. “You’ve heard of Cleopatra, I expect?”
Leilani’s dark eyes blinked at her – then squinted as the woman pinched her breast. “Ow!” she gasped. Her gaze turned black. “Get off me, you sick slut!”
“Poor Leilani! Did that hurt?” the Hussy taunted her. She sounded languid, slightly short of breath. “You seem an educated girl. You must have heard how Cleopatra died. The most romantic fate that you could dream of. So let’s see if it really hurts that much.”
Still smiling, she moved back a step. The blonde girl jerked her head. Somebody behind the frame began to turn a wheel. The structure creaked and started tipping forward. Leilani tensed, her muscles straining ineffectually. Her breasts filled out and dangled as she sank towards the cistern. The water flickered in the sun. Oh God, she thought, they’re going to fucking drown me!
Then she glimpsed a shadow moving just beneath the surface. It curved and wriggled in the sunlit bowl. A jolt of shock went through her as she realised what it was. Revulsion turned her skin as cold as slime.
“Water-snake,” the dark girl whispered in her ear. “Extremely poisonous.”
Leilani tried to writhe, but it was hopeless. “Oh Jesus, please,” she quavered, “what is it you want to know?”
The frame was as relentless as a drawbridge. The water rose towards her as the mechanism creaked. The surface shimmered from her breaths. The black snake squirmed beneath her like an eel.
The Hussy glanced towards the blonde, a wry look on her face. “What was it we wanted to find out?”
“Fucked if I remember,” said the blonde girl mockingly. “Don’t worry, it’ll come to me in a minute …”
Leilani’s stiffened nipples broke the surface. The tepid water seemed to scald her flesh. She bleated as a pair of ripples spread across the cistern. The snake uncoiled and darted for her breasts.
“Oh, that’s right!” the blonde girl smiled. She gestured, and the frame was hauled back up. Leilani’s breasts heaved frantically, still dripping on the swirling shape below. Her trailing hair was plastered to her shoulders. The courtyard echoed with her sobs for breath.
The frame rose up to forty-five degrees and then locked still. The soldiers gathered for a better look. The dark-haired girl moved in again and laid her cane against Leilani’s cheek.
“Let’s take it from the top again,” she smiled.
* * *
“See that courtyard?” Wendy said. “I think they’ve got her there.”
Susie leaned out cautiously to look. The yard below was half-obscured, but she could see one of the Guard. The girl lounged on a wooden bench, her gun propped up beside her. She was focusing on something and it clearly turned her on.
“How do you know, though?” Susie asked. Her heart throbbed rapidly between her breasts. They were in a hollow, ruined tower which overlooked the town’s restricted quarter. The window frame was crumbled and the wooden floor had gone; there was just a landing and a flight of steps. She heard the whirr of pigeons in the rafters overhead.
Wendy glanced down at the roof. “I used to sunbathe there. Sometimes you could hear the bitches entertain their guests ...”
Susie could imagine her stretched out on those hot tiles, a wayward soldier topping up her tan. Her sun-kissed breasts protruded through her open brocade jacket, and the sight of them took Susie’s breath away. She’d never have believed a woman’s flesh could so excite her. Despite her growing nervousness, she couldn’t wait to suck on them again.
A dry click brought her mind back to the present. She could feel two spots of colour on her cheeks. Wendy had brought a compact sawn-off shotgun from the barracks; she checked the load and closed the breech again. Her sabre was slung across her back. Her sweet face had a sharp, determined look.
Susie raised her own revolver, trying to look bolder than she felt. She’d fastened the middle button on her thigh-length scarlet coat – more bashful than her comrade, even now. Apart from coats, they both wore calf-high boots and lacy panties. Wendy wore her peasant cap, but Susie’s head was bare.
“This way, now,” said Wendy and went padding down the steps. Susie followed, chewing at her lip. The tower had been holed on the next level. Squeezing through the gap, they scrambled down the makeshift steps of a breached wall. Susie wished there wasn’t so much red in both their outfits, but they managed their descent without being seen. A short drop took them down into a shadowed alleyway. The hot blue sky seemed miles beyond her reach.
“All right,” Wendy whispered. “We’re inside the Citadel. Any Guards will shoot on sight – unless we shoot them first.” She thumbed the shotgun’s hammers back. “Don’t even hesitate.”
They slipped along the alleyway and turned into a lane, their soft boots scuffing on the cobblestones. A vaulted passage led beneath the houses, with sunlight blazing at the other end. They moved towards it cautiously, while bricks and silence brooded overhead. Then they heard a snatch of mocking laughter. It seemed the Guard were being entertained.
Wendy pressed her shoulder to the wall and slid along it. She halted just a few steps from the yard. “Do we just tell them to drop their guns?” asked Susie in her ear. Wendy glanced round irritably. “Of course not. We just walk right in and kill them,” she hissed back.
Susie blinked at her and felt her stomach fill with doubts. Wendy didn’t bother arguing. She simply turned and marched into the courtyard. Susie gasped, then scurried after her.
Her widened eyes took in a surge of detail. She saw a big stone cistern with a naked girl suspended over it. Several Guards were standing round, but all of them were watching the ordeal. One was topless, basking in the sadism and the sun, her shapely bosom slick with suntan oil.
Wendy strode towards them and a Guard glanced round at her. The girl’s smile froze; she whirled and tried to bring her carbine up. Wendy’s shotgun blasted with a brutal, stinging thud, and blew a dozen holes in the black tee-shirt. The Guard reared back and clutched her breasts: it looked like they’d been stabbed with knitting needles. Then the punctures bloomed like crimson poppies. Her rifle clattered to the cobblestones.
The topless girl sprang up from where she’d slouched against the rim - impassive shades contrasting with her startled, open mouth. Wendy pivoted and let the second barrel rip, the pellets lacerating those slick tits. The girl’s mouth opened wider in a wail of agony. She toppled back into the cistern bowl.
Susie just stood gawking for a moment – then turned her pistol on the Guard who was lounging on the bench. The girl had snatched her rifle up, and Susie put a bullet through her forehead. The Guard’s black cap stayed on her head, but blood and tissue glooped the wall behind her. Her body jerked spasmodically and slumped into a sprawl, the unfired rifle slipping from her hands.
Wendy’s shotgun hit the stones. She darted forward, hauling out her sword. The blonde who seemed to be in charge was fumbling with her holster. Wendy sprang onto the cistern’s rim and slashed at her. The blade hissed through the Guard’s taut throat, so cleanly that it left a bloodless slit. The girl’s hard face grew horrified; she clutched the wound as if to choke herself. To no avail – the blood burst through her fingers. It bubbled in her groan as she collapsed.
Wendy jumped down off the rim and thrust her sabre deep into a Guard. The girl convulsed in agony; the blade drove through, emerging from her back. Susie wavered, mesmerised – and heard a rifle being cocked behind her. Swinging round, she fired and gave the aiming Guard a crimson buttonhole. The girl sobbed in dismay and clutched her neatly punctured breast. Her jewelled navel glinted in the sun. Susie fired compulsively. The gleaming gem winked out. The doomed girl doubled forward with a squawk.
Wendy finished dragging out her sabre, and the girl she’d skewered crumpled at her feet. Then another sabre rasped, its scabbard thrown aside, the naked metal flashing in the sun. Susie turned – and there was Debra, crouching on the far side of the bowl. She gave Susie a scornful glance, then waved her blade at Wendy. “It’s time I put you in your place,” she sneered.
Even Wendy seemed surprised. “You’re one of them?” she said. Susie saw that Debra wore a navel-diamond now. It seemed to be a style among the Guard. Then the dark girl lunged and Wendy parried her attack. The sabres sparked and rattled fiercely.
Susie raised her gun, but Wendy gestured it away. She swiped at Debra’s head and skittered back. Debra stalked around her with a vixenish expression, her naked breasts pulsating with each breath. Wendy’s tits were heaving too. She wiped her sweaty forehead. Then the sabres clashed again, and both girls’ bosoms joggled as they fought.
Watching from the sidelines, Susie felt a sick excitement. The girl tied to the wooden frame was staring with wide eyes. Wendy feinted, spun aside and slashed at Debra’s ribs. The dark girl gasped and reeled against the cistern. She slumped across the rim and let her breasts dip in the water. Wendy raised her sabre and closed in.
Then Debra gave a squeal and reared upright. She dropped her sword and fumbled at her breast. Wendy frowned and wavered – and the bound girl spoke behind her.
“Don’t kill her – let her die!” Leilani spat.
Debra whimpered frantically, still pawing at her breasts. Susie glimpsed two puncture marks just under the broad disk of her left nipple. The girl began to gasp for breath, then made a mewling noise. Her body filled with agonising pain.
“I’ll bet that Cleopatra showed a bit more dignity!”
The jeering of her victim was the last thing Debra heard. The scalding venom clogged and stopped her heart. She flopped across the rim again, face down into the water. Her black lace thong drew taut between the smooth cheeks of her bum.
Wendy swallowed, wiped her mouth and looked around the yard. The other Guards had crumpled bonelessly. Blood gleamed on the cobblestones. The fallen rifles lay like sleeping snakes. Above their heads, the sky was purest blue.
“The others will have heard the shooting,” Susie blurted out.
“Don’t worry,” murmured Wendy, “it won’t bother them too much. They often bring girls back for target practice.” She stepped over a corpse and used her sabre to slice through Leilani’s bonds.
“Nice people,” Susie muttered, moving up to help Leilani off the frame. She saw again how beautiful the doe-eyed captive was, but it didn’t seem to matter any more.
“You’ve got your mind back too, I take it?” Wendy asked the girl. Leilani nodded, ploughing back her hair. “We’re going to make a break for it,” said Wendy evenly. “Are there any other prisoners, do you know?”
The Amazon could only shrug. “Check through that doorway,” Wendy said to Susie. The Redcoat hurried over and stepped into a dim room. It was bare and lined with dirty straw. A pair of girls were cringing in one corner.
Both of them were on their knees, hands tied behind their backs. Their eyes shone wide and fearful in the gloom. “It’s all right,” Susie whispered. “We’re all getting out of here.” She fumbled with the knots until she’d got their wrists untied. Her heart was pounding faster all the time.
The girls were both fair-haired and rather pretty. Jakki had a face which might look cheeky if she smiled, but her brown eyes were as wary as a fawn’s. She wore a plain white bodice with French knickers and a pair of cowboy boots. Connie, on the other hand, was nude apart from camouflage-daubed panties. Her pale blonde hair hung to her breasts. A pair of dog-tags glittered in her cleavage.
Her blue eyes had a cool resolve. She must have been a soldier for a while. “Okay - so you’re in,” she said. “Now how do we get out?”
“We walk out,” Wendy answered from the doorway. Ignoring Connie’s doubtful look, she beckoned Susie out into the yard. She cupped and calmed the Redcoat’s breasts, then looked into her eyes. “You’re doing really well,” she said. “Now let’s see how you cut it as a Guard.”
* * *
Jessika pushed a grape between Rebekah’s parted lips. The Unit Leader’s dark eyes didn’t blink. She was lying naked on the bed with Jessika astride her. Her nipples looked as juicy as the fruit.
Jessika was naked too, the panzer jacket slung around her shoulders. The killings of the previous night had stoked her evil lust, not sated it. Rebekah was divine in bed - a pussycat who sometimes showed her claws. The storm outside was over, but the one in here had only just been stilled.
Rebekah chewed the grape, her lovely face expressionless. Jessika sat back and turned her jacket collar over to inspect it. The right-hand patch still had its skull, but the left now bore the sigils of the Guard. Her cap lay crumpled on the bedside table, a lidless eye emblazoned on its front.
“Do you know what the symbols mean?” she asked.
Rebekah’s eyelids flickered. “They’re the signs of the Commanders. We guard them in the Inner Citadel.”
“Is Jaz one of them?”
Rebekah swallowed. “No - she’s just a less inferior servant. I think she meets them face-to-face. I’ve never even seen one.”
She sounded grateful for the fact. Her gaze had darkened now. Jessika reached out and plucked another gleaming grape. “Do you know who they are?” she wondered softly.
There was a pause. Flies buzzed in the hot silence. Rebekah wet her lips and looked away.
“No-one knows where the Commanders come from. I’ve heard it said they walked the Earth five thousand years ago! People would have called them demons then - or fallen angels. I guess we might say “aliens” nowadays …”
Jessika frowned thoughtfully, still toying with the grape. Rebekah looked at her again. Her eyes were bottomless.
“Perhaps the first idea was right,” she whispered. “Perhaps we do have demons in the Tower.”
“Shh,” said Jessika and raised herself up on her knees. She pushed the grape into her own plump pussy, then shuffled up the bed to let Rebekah suck her cleft. The girl’s tongue sought the juicy grape and began to tease it out, while Jessika felt pleasure fill her groin. But even as she whimpered and caressed her own taut breasts, her gaze was on that single watchful eye.
* * *
A triangle with crescent moons like wings; a staring eye. Susie peered down at the insignia. Then she put the black cap on and tugged it firmly over her short hair.
“Perfect,” Wendy smiled. “That is so you.”
Susie coloured bashfully but didn’t drop her gaze. The other girls were watching with approval. She now wore tight black Lycra shorts and calf-high combat boots. The tee-shirts were all bloodied, so she’d have to go round topless. She felt a nervous tingle in her tits. But Connie and Leilani would be wearing even less. She hoped her body could compare with theirs.
She snugged the gunbelt round her hips, and picked one of the compact carbines up. “All right, then,” she murmured, “what’s the plan?”
“We’re your prisoners,” Wendy said. The impish spark was back in her brown eyes. “You’re taking us for further questioning.” She reached behind herself to tuck a pistol down the Y of her red panties. “There’s a small gate on the north side which I think we can get through. The Guard get dozy, come siesta time. The town wall’s mostly rubble there. We can get down through the vineyard to the fields.”
“And then what?” Connie asked.
“We run like fuck, before they notice us.”
Susie’s mouth was dry, but there was no chance of a drink. The cistern bowl was full of blood and poison. She gestured with the carbine. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”
The others crossed their wrists behind their backs and filed ahead. As well as making them seem bound, it helped conceal the gun in Wendy’s briefs. Susie braced the carbine’s butt and followed in their wake, taking care to keep her finger off the trigger. They padded through the tunnel and turned north into a maze of alleyways. Wendy led them from the front, while Susie kept a watch over her shoulder. Her bare back itched uneasily, but nobody was coming after them.
It took a while for Wendy to admit it, but it some became apparent they were lost.
The dun brick walls all looked the same. The hot blue sky above was featureless. Silence weighed on everything, as if the town had long since been abandoned. Wendy looked less certain now. She rubbed her brow, forgetting she was meant to be tied up.
Susie felt a little sick, but summoned up her nerve. “It’s no use trooping round like this. We must look so suspicious!” She glanced along the narrow street, then pushed her carbine into Connie’s hands. “You wait here, I’ll take a look ahead.” She unfastened her holster’s safety strap.
“Careful,” Wendy whispered. Susie gave her a tight smile. She went up to the corner and eased round it. A narrow archway gave a glimpse of green. She ventured through and found it was a cloister – a garden in the middle with stone walkways all around.
A couple of Guards were talking in the passage to her left. They glanced at her, and Susie dropped her gaze. She pulled her cap brim further down and went the other way around the cloister. Going back the way she’d come would make them curious.
There were crimson roses growing in the garden. Dusty sunlight bathed the colonnade. The architecture here felt older somehow, as if a thousand summers had been baked into the stone. The walls were densely covered with strange characters and symbols, arcane designs that made her bare flesh creep.
Turning the next corner, she looked up - and almost gave herself away. A jolt of fundamental fear stabbed deep into her gut. A sinister black shape was coming slowly down the passage, like a giant, evil chess-piece in her path.
Susie faltered briefly, then kept walking. There wasn’t a lot else that she could do. The thing was like an armoured figure sitting in a pulpit, which glided silently on a flat base. Its metal skin was black, the head enclosed in a Greek helmet. Two dim red lights peered out like ancient eyes.
Susie’s heart was racing now. She kept her head well down. The figure rolled towards her, and she felt a chill from it, enough to make her nipples swell like buds. From the corner of her eye she saw the gleam of condensation on its skin. They came abreast, and then the thing was past her. She felt her head swim briefly but she didn’t break her stride.
Jesus, what the hell was that? she thought.
There was an archway just ahead. She glanced around, then quickly sidled through it. The space beyond was claustrophobic, full of greenish gloom. Some kind of inner courtyard, with an overgrown stone fountain at its heart. The walls rose like a funnel to a distant patch of sky. Carved faces seemed to watch her through the moss.
Susie tiptoed in and looked around her. The air felt dank and slimy on her skin. She hugged herself and stepped towards the fountain.
The harsh blare of a siren filled her ears.
She flinched back with a gasp of fright. The noise was petrifying. It echoed back from every wall, as if the sculpted heads were howling at her. She cast around in panic for a moment, then turned to flee back out the way she’d come.
The armoured shape was sitting in the archway, watching her.
Susie bleated in dismay and backed away from it. The thing came gliding forward, as inhuman as a statue made of steel. The sirens kept on braying in the background. “Oh Jesus,” Susie whimpered, and began to draw her gun.
The eyeholes of the helmet glowed a searing bluish-white. For a fraction of a second, Susie felt a touch like static on her skin. Her fine hairs started rising and her flesh remembered Wendy’s teasing hands. Then a glare of cold blue light engulfed her. It left her tender skin unmarked, but sizzled to the root of every nerve.
Susie shrieked in agony and writhed beneath the blast. She clawed her breasts in anguish, and in vain. The gaze of the Commander stripped the life from every cell: a momentary process, but still more than she could bear. Susie slumped against the fountain, squirming in the pitiless blue glow. Her scream became a dying sob. Her body jerked and slithered to the floor.
The Commander’s stare grew dim again. It waited on its armoured mobile throne. The wailing sirens had cut out. The dead girl lay in silence. After a pause, the two Guards from the cloister ventured in. Giving the creature a wide berth, they moved to check the body.
Despite her shorts and cap, the girl was clearly an imposter. She had no coded jewel in her navel. One of the Guards knelt and turned the lifeless face towards her. It wasn’t anyone she recognised.
Getting up, she spoke into her headset. “Security’s been breached in Sector Three. Get all Guards to their posts at once: there might be more intruders. If you find them, waste no time. Exterminate them all.”