Posted by Extranjero on May 02, 2007 at 12:31:04:
ROSE WARRIORS (Part 9)
The sentries on the North Gate were a bit less blasé now. Two of them were on the bridge and the third stood watching coldly from the gatehouse. The bodies had been brought inside, but the wrecked jeep was still lodged against the stonework. Leilani glimpsed the battered hulk as the girl beside her steered onto the bridge.
The curved knife left her throat as the Assassin settled back. Leilani took a shaky breath. Her gaze fixed on the sentries. Then the driver pulled a silenced pistol from her belt, and pointed it into Leilani’s lap.
“Don’t try to play the heroine,” she drawled, still peering forward. “Perhaps you’re not afraid to die, but dying’s not the worst thing that could happen.”
Leilani swallowed painfully as the softback Boar approached the waiting soldiers. One was a slender dark-haired Guard; the other, one of Rachel’s leopard troopers. They squinted to see through the dirty windshield. Surely they would spot the figures crouching in the back. The Guard was on Leilani’s side; she held an M16. The other sentry eyed the driver, keeping her Kalashnikov half-raised.
“You get my message?” called the driver calmly. “We found the boss out on the range. She managed to give those bushwhackers the slip.” Her words were punctuated by the thud of an explosion as the battle raged behind them on the ridge. The tall Guard’s lips curved upwards. She seemed genuinely pleased. Leilani realised she was liked, and felt her stomach plunge.
The brunette’s muscled frame relaxed. She strolled up to the jeep. “Hey, congratulations, Boss! It’s good to have you back …”
As she looked in through Leilani’s window, the driver brought her pistol up stiff-armed. It coughed across Leilani’s face. Leilani shied away. The Guard jerked in the same, reflexive motion, a stunned expression on her face and a crimson beauty-spot over one eye. Something viscous spattered on the stonework. She folded at the knees and fell aside.
Even as Leilani gasped, she heard a silenced Spectre blurt behind her. The Assassin fired a quick burst through the vehicle’s canvas side. Rachel’s trooper grunted as it ripped into her breasts and patched her leopard camouflage with red. The impacts tipped her back over the bridge’s parapet. She toppled like a laundry sack, and struck the dry ditch with a boneless thud.
Another of the Assassins moved before she’d hit the ground. The masked girl swung out of her door and fired a rifle at the gatehouse sentry. The report was strangely muted, but the gun’s projectile whined like a steel wasp. It was a murderous flechette which struck the blonde Guard just below her breast. The metal bolt transfixed her with an ugly, squelching thwack. She made a guttural sound and doubled forward, revealing the protruding barb as she slumped and dangled down the blood-streaked wall.
The driver’s gun was pointing at her captive once again. Leilani glowered hatefully at her. The jeep went rumbling forward through the gateway, two of the Assassins dropping out to guard its rear. Leilani sensed Sareeya’s anticipation. Her musky presence filled the jeep as they drove into the silent Citadel.
* * *
A year ago, this fort had been a seat of the Commanders, a major southern outpost of the Guard. Now it was a backwater, its buildings crumbling, its garrison reduced to a platoon. The sentries on patrol were spooked and restless. Their eyes kept straying to the ridge as they paced along the walls.
Rachel’s girls were more laid-back. They trusted in the power of their gunships. A group of them were draped around the fountain in the plaza, not even glancing up as more explosions echoed dully in the distance. Instead they were enjoying the hot weather, and most of them lounged topless in the sun. They still wore desert boots and leopard hotpants, their muscled torsos glistening with oil. Cropped heads tipped towards the light, but old habits died hard. Each girl’s AK74 was propped against the rim within her reach.
A Guard was standing on the roof above them. She gave the group a sullen glance, then tugged her cap brim lower and started pacing back the way she’d come. One of the troopers glanced at her and took a swig of beer. She and a companion had withdrawn into the shade, although they hadn’t put their shirts back on.
Another Guard, a slim young thing, walked through into the plaza. An MP5 was slung against her hip. She was pulling on a black coalscuttle helmet. One of the sunbathers sat up, regarding her through shining mirror shades.
“Jeez, you girls are really spooked,” she murmured as she stretched. “Who wants to wear a helmet in this weather?”
The slim girl grinned, still fastening her chin strap. “I know,” she answered wryly. “But this way we can tell who’s on our side.”
With that she grasped her MP5. The carbine had a silencer attached. Raising it, she fanned a burst across the troopers’ breasts, as if they were a row of ripened melons. She heard the meaty impacts through the coughing of the gun. The sunbathers made frantic grunting sounds. Some were clawing at their tits before their eyes had opened. Bodies slithered off the rim or flopped into the bowl of tepid water.
The Guard swung down into a crouch and aimed at the two troopers in the shade. She squeezed a burst at each of them. They jerked convulsively. The bottle of beer in one girl’s hand exploded with a sound like a popped lightbulb.
Straightening, she turned towards the fountain once again. Most of the bodies had gone limp, but some still twitched and whimpered. She stitched them with another burst and watched them squirm in anguish and collapse.
She spoke into her headset as she moved across the plaza. “This is Razor calling Sword … I’ve just made the first cut.” The other Guards would pick that up and wonder what she meant, but they wouldn’t have to chew on it for long. She glanced around, assessing the slumped bodies. There were eight troopers for each Krokodil … but only seven here. Mouthing a curse, she darted for their billet. Sure enough, the eighth girl was inside: she’d seen it all. Her bare back turned, she fumbled with a radio on the table. “Infiltrators, right on us!” she gabbled urgently. The Guard fired a burst into her spine. The girl threw back her head and doubled forward.
“Get the Krocs into the air!” the radio squawked beside her face-down corpse.
* * *
Hanna had been left in charge, but never got the warning. As the gunships scrambled, she was prowling shiftily round Rachel’s quarters. The bedroom had a musky smell of sweat and female juices. Hanna bit her pouting lip … then padded over to the rumpled bed.
She knew she was the Major’s pet, and yet she felt uneasy. A jealous paranoia gnawed at her. Rachel loved to flaunt herself in front of her commandos, but what if one of them had caught her eye? Hanna was convinced that there was something going on. She didn’t want to be the last to know.
She glanced round with a twinge of guilt, but nobody had seen her. She knew she shouldn’t be here, and her heart was pumping hard. Her fair skin didn’t like the heat. She was feeling flushed and sweaty. Her blouse hung open and her breasts were bare.
Glimpsing something on the floor, she sidled round to look. It was a crumpled pair of cotton panties. She hesitated, picked them up and sniffed fastidiously. The savoury aroma wasn’t Rachel’s.
She fingered them in disbelief. Her lip began to tremble. Then somebody touched her arm, and she swung round with a gasp.
A tall girl stood behind her with a black scarf round her face. An armoured shell was moulded to her breasts. She pressed a blade to Hanna’s throat. The razor edge just nicked her tender skin. The blonde lieutenant’s mouth dropped open dumbly. The masked girl shoved her back against the wall.
Hanna bleated helplessly. The girl’s black eyes just stared. She plucked the briefs from Hanna’s hand and stuffed them deep into her open mouth. Hanna made a muffled sound. She could taste her rival’s pussy on her tongue. The curved knife left her naked throat, and her breasts heaved with relief. Then the blade was plunged into her belly, and Hanna’s scream was stifled by her gag.
She flailed out blindly at the girl and hammered at her breastplate. The dagger forced her body up the wall. Squealing, Hanna squirmed and stuck her tits out. The panties in her mouth grew warm and red. The Assassin kept her pinned there till the taste of sweat and pussy had been smothered by the salty tang of blood.
Then she jerked the knife back out. It made a sucking noise. Hanna slithered down the wall and landed on her arse. Her large breasts joggled with the jolt. Her pretty head slumped forward. Whoever Rachel might be screwing made no difference now.
The Assassin wiped the dagger on the bed sheet – then stiffened as she heard the swelling roar of rotor blades.
Out on the deserted street, the intruders had dismounted from the Boar. A couple of Guards lay crumpled where they’d fallen, their bulging tee-shirts stained with crimson blots. Two of the Assassins braced their Spectres for more targets. Sareeya prowled forward with Leilani drawn unwilling in her wake.
They heard the gunship’s clatter and the engine’s rising whine. It was on the far side of the barracks, ready to take off. Leilani felt a mixture of euphoria and dread. The defenders were awake at last. Their response would be entirely without pity.
“Sounds like your luck has just run out,” she said
One of the killers turned her gun. Leilani tensed but managed not to cringe. The two girls stood and glared at one another. Then the Krokodil rose up beyond the building’s roof.
The gunship climbed like an ascending demon. It swivelled on its axis as the pilot looked for prey. The Assassin switched her aim and started triggering her Spectre. She might as well have used an airgun on a dinosaur.
The Krokodil’s chin turret fired a blinking, chain-saw burst. The rounds were .50 calibre, exploding off the cobblestones and walls. The Assassin tried to skitter back, still shooting desperately, but the bullets flew at her like focused rain. They punched a row of holes across her breastplate, and her body bucked and head-banged as her breasts were ruptured and her organs ripped. One round struck her graceful spine and snapped it like a matchstick. The girl’s feet shot from under her and she tumbled back against the pock-marked wall.
Leilani threw herself aside as ricochets wailed round her. The chopper’s downdraft swept the narrow street. But Sareeya was still on her feet, and now she started walking. Leilani watched her pass in disbelief. The black cloak billowed round the girl, and made her look like some voluptuous vampire. But daylight was no threat to her; it kissed her sun-browned skin. Her eyes burned like hot cinders through the parting of her veil. She drew the Desert Eagles from her hips.
The gunship dipped towards her as the weapons operator zeroed in. Sareeya’s breasts began to pant, as if anticipating what must come. Then she aimed the heavy pair of long-framed automatics, and pumped them empty with a solid roar.
Her targets were the air intakes which gaped above the pilot’s canopy. The stream of magnum bullets ricocheted into the engine which choked on sizzling chunks of lead as a man chokes on a gnat. Leilani heard a grinding sound and then the chopper side-slipped, the gunner’s burst of bullets flying wild. The pilot struggled to gain height, but the engine note was laboured. The gunship spiralled, whap-whap-whap, and smashed into the Tower of the Witch. Metal crumpled, stones came loose, and then the ship exploded. An orange blast of fuel turned the tower into a beacon, and detonating missiles shattered it.
Leilani gasped as burning wreckage spun in all directions. She ducked and rolled behind the armoured jeep. But someone else was crouching there already: a young Guard who’d been creeping up on them. She was bare-headed, brown hair loose, an MP5 tucked tight into her shoulder. Leilani recognised her last surviving bodyguard.
“Come on, Battlion Leader!” Lena hissed.
Leilani’s fist punched out before her thoughts had even focused. It thudded into Lena’s jaw and knocked her head askew. The girl’s blue eyes glazed over and she crumpled to the ground, her bosom sagging as her breath sighed out.
Leilani swung around and stood up quickly. The driver had come back to check on her. She glanced over Leilani’s shoulder, saw the body, took it for a corpse. She gestured with her silenced gun. Leilani wet her lips. The shock of the explosion was still humming through her nerves.
Stepping out of cover, she turned wide eyes on Sareeya. The cloaked girl met her gaze beatifically. Her thumbs unlatched the magazine releases, and the pair of empty clips dropped at her feet.
“Jesus, have you got a death wish, then?” Leilani muttered.
Sareeya smiled. “The purest souls are those which quit the body violently.”
The crew of the second Krokodil experienced that transcendence as she spoke.
The alarm had caught them lounging round in nothing but their panties, so they’d taken rather longer to get ready. The pilot hurried out into the sunlight, still zipping up her flight suit as she ran towards the Kroc. As it closed over her breasts, a flechette struck between them, ploughing through her beating heart to poke out through her back. “Hggh!” the pilot grunted as the impact stopped her dead. The girl behind her squealed in shock as flecks of crimson hit her in the face.
The Assassin in their path came running forward, throwing aside her rifle as she hauled her dagger out. The startled weapons operator blinked the blood out of her eyes, then whinnied as the masked girl pounced on her. The Assassin pinned her in the dust and ripped her flight suit open, then plunged her knife into the girl’s soft breast.
All across the Citadel, the garrison were scrambling for their posts. Guards snatched up their M16s, and leopard troopers cocked Kalashnikovs. The mushroom cloud of oily smoke was blotting out the sun. The girls who’d been sunbathing felt the chill.
Several troopers ran into a courtyard and jerked their rifles round uncertainly. The place was unfamiliar. They’d disoriented themselves. The Citadel felt like a crumbled maze. Then they saw a Guard in a black helmet. “This way, quick!” she shouted and dodged back. The troopers followed hastily and dashed around the corner – full-tilt into a burst of silenced slugs. Their momentum kept them upright for a moment, and then the impacts flipped them back again
A rooftop sentry saw, and started shooting. The Guard ducked clear as bullets blasted stucco from the bricks. The sentry changed position, trying to draw a bead on her, not sensing she was in another’s sights. Cross-hairs centred on her chest, and then the bullet struck. It pierced her in a puff of smoke, and blood erupted as the girl collapsed.
Lowering her carbine, Ruthie flipped her shades back down. She was sitting on a hot tile roof with a clear view of the Citadel around her. The gun was an HK33 with a full clip slotted in. Her gloved hands flexed around it as she waited eagerly for her next kill.
Two more Guards in Kevlar helmets cleared the barracks out. They prowled like cats from room to room, machine-gunning their startled former comrades. The sputter of their MP5s was lost in the confusion, and few girls had a warning of their fate. Most just frowned in puzzlement, then wailed or grunted as the bullets hit.
Sareeya had reloaded both her pistols. Hefting one in her right hand, she grasped Leilani’s long hair with her left. The sharp tug made Leilani grit her teeth. Sareeya smiled. “Lead on, Battalion Leader. Let’s reclaim your Citadel.”
They had reached the central plaza with its body-littered fountain. Even as she spoke, a Guard appeared across the square. Sareeya swung her pistol up and fired in the same movement. Blood hit the wall behind the girl like a thrown tomato bursting and she somersaulted back against the stones.
As her body slumped to earth, a Stag truck reached the plaza. It was one of the black pickups which patrolled the outer roads. Several Guards were in the back and ready to deploy, but the attackers gave them no time to react. Sareeya’s driver aimed her silenced pistol with both hands, and punched a row of holes across the windshield. The shattered glass turned crystalline; Leilani glimpsed a spatter of bright blood. The pickup struck the fountain’s rim and its troops were all thrown forward. As they tried to disentangle themselves, the blonde Assassin sprayed them with her Spectre. A couple of girls got off a shot before they all died writhing. In moments they were hanging limp, like the topless leopard girls around the fountain.
More shots hit the cobblestones as someone fired at them from overhead. Sareeya wrenched Leilani round, her bosom joggling as she fired back. A trooper jack-knifed off the roof and plunged towards the flagstones, Kalashnikov still blazing as she fell. None of her dying shots came close. She landed with a splat, and silenced followed.
The driver was breathing rapidly, her cheeks flushed with arousal. A fierce excitement glittered in her eyes. Leilani guessed it wasn’t just the thrill of being a killer. The girl thought she was doing holy work. She pulled her sweaty tee-shirt off and threw it to one side, as if convinced that she was bullet-proof. Her bare breasts panted eagerly. A demon pendant dangled round her neck.
Another burst rang out above the rooftops. Leilani twisted in Sareeya’s grip. But the shots weren’t aimed towards them; it was Ruthie picking off a few survivors. She’d flicked her gun to automatic, firing down into the yard below. One girl jerked and fell; the others scattered. A blonde peered up appealingly, convinced this was some terrible mistake. “Ruthie, wait, it’s me!” she called – than back-pedalled convulsively as Ruthie stitched a burst across her breasts.
“So it is,” the Spearhead Leader purred, and started moving. She scrambled up the sloping roof and down the other side, the catsuit straining round her lissom form. She dropped onto an outhouse roof, and down from that into a wooden cart. A Guard came skidding round the corner, thinking she was clear, and found herself confronting Ruthie’s smile. Her gasp was almost petulant, as if this was a schoolgirl game of tag. Then the carbine fired another bosom-ripping burst and the luckless victim spun around and slumped.
Ruthie sprang down from the cart as a leopard girl appeared. The latter’s AK74 sent bullets chewing through the sun-dried wood. Ruthie blazed off a response and the trooper staggered back. This one had her helmet on – but the bloody bullet wounds were in her chest.
Ruthie watched the girl collapse. She listened to the silence. Then she crossed behind the building, slipping down another alleyway. She paused until she heard a timid footfall – then sprang out to confront a whey-faced Guard.
The girl jumped with a frightened squeal. She looked about eighteen. Ruthie saw it was Joanne, the girl who’d come to fetch her from her bath. The bashful little miss who’d hoped to end up in the Spearhead Leader’s bed.
Ruthie braced her gun and smiled. “I said I’d catch you later,” she said sweetly. Joanne made a mewling sound – then screamed as Ruthie riddled her big tits.
* * *
The rattle of guns had petered out. A graveyard silence hung over the square. Leilani stood and hugged her elbows, watching while the others checked the bodies. Sareeya had released her and sprung up onto the fountain, as if to gloat over the gory scene. The water in the bowl was muddy crimson. The pile of dead sunbathers seemed to grovel at her feet.
Three Guards wearing helmets had emerged from doors and side-streets. They looked around with satisfaction, sub-machine guns angled at the sky. Leilani stared accusingly. Four bitches had betrayed her. And then she heard the footsteps of a fifth.
“I do apologise, Battalion Leader. The garrison’s been massacred. Perhaps I should review security ...”
Ruthie’s wry drawl made her hackles rise. She swung around. The Spearhead Leader sauntered up, her catsuit half-unzipped. Her gun butt rested on one hip. Her shades were blank above her feline smile.
Leilani had no words for this. She felt her mouth drop open. Ruthie turned towards Sareeya, giving her an ostentatious bow. “The Citadel is in our hands, my Lady.” She straightened up and jerked her head towards the burning tower. “But that bitch Garleigh will be back as soon as she sees that.”
“A little time is all we need,” Sareeya told her calmly. Her hands were planted on her hips, above her holstered guns. The dead eyes of the sunbathers were staring at her pussy. Reaching down, she rubbed herself, as if she felt their gaze.
Leilani found her voice at last. “You two-faced little bitch!” she hissed at Ruthie. “You botched that ambush on the ranges. Amy got away!”
Ruthie’s smirk got wider. “Oh, we caught her in the end. Don’t worry, though: we brought her back. She’s been hanging round here waiting for you.”
Leilani felt a surge of hope, shot through with apprehension. Ruthie gestured off across the square. She followed at Leilani’s heels towards a low-walled building. Sareeya’s warriors watched impassively. Leilani went in through the archway, conscious of the gun aimed at her spine. The house was cool and dim inside. Her heart began to thump.
Then she caught the cloying smell, and realised where she was. A jolt of horror almost made her choke. She had dim memories of her last visit to the Doll’s House – the day she’d killed the evil Jessika. Ever since, she’d kept the whole place screened out of her mind. She stumbled through into the central room.
The harvest of the killing fields were hanging there on hooks. Voluptuous young Doll Soldiers, their naked bodies slick with oil and spice. All ready to be shipped out to the distant battle zones, to let the front-line troops expend their lust.
Two rows faced each other. She saw Amy right away. The girl’s blonde ringlets spilled around her shoulders. Her oval face was china-smooth. Her mouth hung slack, as if she were asleep. Leilani had never seen her nude. She eyed the shameless thrust of Amy’s breasts. She’d never get to kiss them now …
“They tasted great,” said Ruthie from behind her.
“You fucking cow!” Leilani snarled, and swung round like a cat about to pounce. The butt of Ruthie’s carbine jabbed her stomach viciously. She whooped with pain and dropped onto her knees. Ruthie chuckled, standing over her, then clubbed her flat. Leilani wheezed and rolled onto her back.
“Sareeya’s mad, of course,” said Ruthie’s smug voice overhead. “She thinks that she’s been sent to save the world! But she’s giving me this fortress, and an army of my own, and that’s the kind of power I understand.”
“In which case you have much to learn,” Sareeya said behind her.
Ruthie gasped and spun around. The girl stood in the doorway. Her eyes were glittering above her veil. She made no move to draw her guns as Ruthie gripped her carbine. Her open cloak revealed defenceless flesh. The Spearhead Leader eyed her like a guilty teenager – then swung the carbine up towards her breasts.
Sareeya thrust her left hand out and Ruthie staggered backwards. A sudden pulse of cold went through the room. The carbine slipped from Ruthie’s grasp and clattered to the floor tiles. She clawed her chest as if she couldn’t breathe.
Sareeya stretched her arms out wide. “You misbelieving bitch! Behold, I bring life to the dead … and death to those who live!”
Another pulse went out from her and struck the hanging bodies. The lolling Dolls began to squirm and twitch. Leilani sobbed in horror as they twisted on their hooks, their bosoms bouncing as their arms flailed out. Amy wriggled with the rest, and yet her face stayed lifeless, like someone reaching climax in a coma.
Ruthie whimpered helplessly. The corpses plucked at her as she shrank back. Some of the girls had blind, white eyes. They writhed like dreamers caught up in a nightmare. Sareeya stalked into the room, her dark eyes glowering. “You’ll tarry till I come again,” she grated through her teeth.
Ruthie squealed and arched her spine, her round breasts bulging from her unzipped suit. Sareeya’s fingers hooked the air, and tightened into fists. Ruthie clasped her tits and shrieked, as if the woman’s claws were in her flesh. Her tender bosom stayed unmarked, but the spirit-nails dug deeper. They closed round Ruthie’s heart and wrung it dry.
Her head snapped back convulsively, the dark shades flying off her staring eyes. Her gloved hands squeezed her breasts and then relaxed. Leilani watched her body twist and slither to the floor. The squirming rows of Dolls went limp again
Leilani gawped at Ruthie’s corpse. A chilly silence settled on her back. Finally, unwillingly, she turned towards Sareeya. Her stomach clenched with fundamental dread.
The girl’s eyes were completely black, like bubbles of hot tar. They fixed Leilani with a baleful stare. She knew the evil in that gaze. It chilled her to the marrow.
A Commander lurked within Sareeya’s skin.