Posted by Extranjero on April 20, 2007 at 15:12:20:
DOLL SOLDIERS (Part 7)
Wendy heard a banshee wail rise up above the rooftops. She felt her heartbeat thicken in her chest. She looked round at the others. They were staring back, wide-eyed. “Oh God, they must have caught her,” Jakki said.
Connie’s fingers tightened round the carbine. “Come on, then,” she hissed. “We can’t stay here!”
Wendy squirmed in awful indecision. “Maybe they’ve just found the ones we killed,” she whispered back. She felt sick at the thought of leaving Susie. It wasn’t just betrayal; this was lust that might be turning into love. The realisation struck her now - forlorn and far too late.
Connie moved along the street, her handsome face set grimly. Her long fair hair was dark with sweat, her body slick with it. Those camouflaged thong-panties must have been bought as a joke, but now they seemed to suit her perfectly.
“In five minutes this whole place will be swarming with the Guard.” She cocked the gun. “We have to get out now!”
“For God’s sake, she just rescued us,” Leilani said. Her eyes were deep and dark. Unarmed though she was, she looked as Amazonian as the ballsy blonde. Wendy glanced from girl to girl. She smelled their musky strength. Jakki panted nervously, her bosom straining her unbuttoned top.
Then they heard the rapid click of boots on cobblestones. It was coming from the way Susie had gone. Wendy swallowed hard and pulled her pistol from her briefs. Connie gestured her ahead, and brought the carbine up.
A group of Guards came jogging round the corner, in obvious haste to reach their sentry posts. Connie squeezed off a short burst, the muzzle flaring in the sunless street. Bloody holes appeared across a pair of black-clad bosoms, the victims gasping as they jiggled back.
The four of them went haring down the nearest alleyway, their doubts forgotten in a surge of fear. The path sloped steeply, winding through the warren of old buildings. Decaying walls squeezed in on every side. Wendy ran in front with Jakki wheezing at her heels; Leilani followed lithely, Connie bringing up the rear. She pivoted and fired again. Another Guard came tumbling down the lane. Disembodied shouts rang out behind them. They reached a thoroughfare, and saw a gate.
It was set into the outer wall, and only one Guard had arrived as yet. She looked round jumpily as Wendy skittered into view – a teenager whose nervous eyes belied her hard young face. Wendy felt a flicker of regret and pumped the trigger, exploding the girl’s crop-top and her 36C boobs. The luckless sentry squealed and grunted, slithering to earth. Wendy hurdled her; Leilani gathered up the fallen M16.
The heavy wooden gate gave access to a flight of steps. Below there was the vineyard, then just fields of open grass. “Come on!” Wendy hissed and ushered Jakki through the portal. Connie reached the thoroughfare and wheeled to fire along it.
More Guards, closing in on them. Leilani swung around and squeezed her trigger. The unfamiliar rifle kicked. The jolt excited her. Connie rattled off more rounds. A black tee-shirt spewed scarlet. “Fire selector, left-hand side, above the pistol grip!” She glanced round at Leilani. “Push it forward!”
Leilani did, then squeezed again. The rifle bucked with automatic fire. The recoil quivered through her breasts, and made her biceps bulge as she absorbed it. Connie’s tits were bouncing as her own gun sprayed the street. The muzzle-flashes lit their sweaty skin.
One slim Guard was gutted by a burst into her navel. Another reared back, clawing at her breasts. A third died with her brains blown out, an empty-headed blonde. A fourth spat blood and slumped. There was no fifth.
“Move! Let’s go!” called Wendy from the gateway. Leilani glanced at her, bright-eyed and breathless. The power of the gun had gone like vodka to her head. It was an effort just to tear herself away.
“I’ll cover you. Go on!” said Connie sharply. The others stared at her, but didn’t argue. They scurried down the steps and left her standing by the gateway. The street was very quiet and she could hear her pounding heart.
Connie eased into the arch, and flexed her finger through the trigger guard. A queasy resignation filled her stomach. She leaned her cheek against the stone and listened for the Guards’ approaching footfalls. Her large breasts heaved. The broad disks of the nipples felt like bull’s-eyes. Come on and win a goldfish, then, she thought sardonically.
Boots scraped on the cobblestones. She leaned out of the arch and opened up. A Guard squealed, trying to wave away the mist of her own blood. Connie cut another down, then ducked back as the rest returned her fire. Bullets chipped and whined around the stonework. She felt a mad excitement and swung out to fire again.
A bullet punched into her flank from somewhere to the side. Connie gave a winded grunt, still triggering her gun. A burning pressure filled her gut, as if her pee had turned to molten lead. Then more bullets chewed her breasts and made her wail aloud. One girl scored a bull, but there was no prize to be won. Connie slumped, already dead, and toppled back to sprawl across the steps.
The Guards came scuttling forward to secure the open gate. One peered down the flight of steps. The vineyard looked deserted. Then she glimpsed three figures plunging on into the fields. She squeezed off several rounds before they ducked into the grass and disappeared.
She spoke into her microphone. “We’ve killed one, but there’s three more on the run. Send a Boar to Area Twelve – and don’t bother to bring them back alive.”
* * *
They floundered through the waist-high grass, not daring to look back. The sun blazed like a furnace overhead. Bullets had zipped close to them and sent them diving headlong, but it seemed they’d gone beyond range of the walls. Wendy pulled her red cap off and bundled it away. A hank of hair curled down across her brow.
“… What about Connie …?” Jakki wheezed.
“I don’t think she’ll be coming,” Wendy gasped.
Leilani glanced behind herself. Her dark eyes flared with dread. “Oh Christ, they’re coming after us!” she sobbed.
Wendy turned her head just as they heard the moaning engine. An armoured jeep had left the city gate. It bounded down the track towards them, kicking up a comet’s tail of dust. The vehicle was broad and squat, its dull black armour soaking up the sun. Despite the glare, its lights were on, as baleful as a pair of alien eyes.
Wendy squeezed more speed out of her legs and looked again. The jeep was closing with them like a hound. A figure had pushed upright through the hatchway in the roof and was braced behind the skeletal machine gun. The jeep came jouncing off the road and ploughed into the grass. The gunner swivelled with the turret ring.
“Down and scatter!” Wendy yelped and threw herself full-length. The machine gun chattered viciously behind her. Bullets scythed the sun-bleached grass and chirped above her head, leaving shredded stalks entangled in her hair. She’d glimpsed the others going down, but suddenly it seemed she was alone. The grass rose up on every side. The sky was blue and empty overhead. She heard the roaring engine as the Black Boar came around, and then the ghastly chatter once again.
Leilani was on her belly too, the dry grass pricking roughly at her breasts. She hauled the rifle round and wedged the butt against her shoulder, despite the winded ache which filled her lungs. The jeep showed briefly through the grass. She pumped off several rounds. The flaring muzzle scorched the stalks; she thought she heard a faint, metallic spang .
“Don’t give yourself away!” hissed Wendy’s voice.
The jeep kept circling round them, with the gunner pivoting inside her ring. The machine gun mowed another patch of grass. Jakki glimpsed the grinning bitch, her sunglasses as vacant as her soul. The monster growled past, very close, and started its next turn. Jakki’s heart beat hard against the earth. She squirmed across the Black Boar’s flattened wake and froze again, a frightened rabbit cringing in the grass.
A second Guard appeared out of the vehicle’s top hatch. She settled on the roof with one leg trailing down the back, her rifle aimed to cover the Boar’s rear. The jeep turned tightly, spraying up a veil of shredded grass. The machine gun juddered yet again, and Wendy gripped her pistol helplessly. She felt the wave of bullets boil towards her, like the shadow of a cloud across the land.
Behind it, Jakki scrambled up and scurried for her life. The tail-Guard caught a glimpse of her at once. She brought her M16 smoothly up and shot the blonde Doll Soldier in the back. A puff of smoke appeared on Jakki’s bodice; her left breast ruptured with a scarlet spurt. The doomed girl’s head snapped back, her arms flailed outward uselessly; her mouth gaped wide in disbelieving grief. Then she toppled forward, pitching limply to the grass with a crimson splotch between her shoulder blades.
“Oh, God,” Leilani breathed and started crawling. She slithered up to Wendy while the hunters were distracted by their kill. “See that rise … those trees?” she hissed. “We might just have a better chance up there.”
The ground rose sharply just ahead, with a straggling clump of trees along the top. The girls exchanged a glance and went on hands and knees towards it. Then, as the jeep came snarling round, they clambered up and fled towards the rise. Wendy aimed behind her, firing wildly as she ran: hoping against hope to put the gunner off her aim. Her panties flashed beneath her coat - a red rag to a Boar. Leilani danced around to blaze some bullets of her own, her dark eyes blazing just as furiously. Her doeskin briefs were damp with sweat, her splendid body gleaming, with strands of dry grass in her hair and clinging to her skin. The girl looked in her element, an Amazon again, as if she had forgotten who she was.
They scrabbled up the grassy slope. The Boar moaned in pursuit. The machine gun clattered sharply at their backs. The gunner found the range just as they reached the crest and threw themselves down flat. The bullets kicked up clods of earth and rattled through the dusty trees ahead. “Made it! Fuck!” Leilani gasped and snaked into the clearing. A dozen death-white faces turned to stare.
Wendy saw the crouching group and stiffened like a cat. She thought they were a squad of killer clowns. The white faces had ruby lips, and smudges of pink blusher on the cheeks. Violet make-up shadowed their dark, oriental eyes. Her next thought was of Geisha girls – and then she saw it all: the helmets with flared neck-guards, and the beeswax-coloured skin.
“Oh shit,” Leilani murmured plaintively.
There were twelve girls hunkered down around the clearing. As well as helmets, some wore breastplates moulded to their curves. The armour left their midriffs bare, and other girls had unprotected torsos. They all wore plain thong-loincloths or else skimpy cotton briefs.
A banner flapped above them, slashed with scarlet Japanese calligraphy. The girls had swords sheathed on their hips, or quivers full of arrows on their backs. Leilani guessed at once that they were mustered for a skirmish, all ready to move out across the Range.
She and Wendy panted for a moment, lying prone. The girls glared back, sloe-eyed and pitiless. They looked as sleek as eighteen-year-old schoolgirls - a whole class snatched together and transformed into a murderous machine. The plump unarmoured breasts had started pulsing with excitement. Then someone barked an order and the swords came flashing out.
Leilani brought her rifle up – then heard the howling Boar and rolled aside. Wendy tumbled to her left, and the jeep appeared over the rise between them. The front wheels landed with a jolt, and the Guards on top held tight. The high school samurai recoiled; the gunner looked bemused for just a moment. Then she hunched against her gun and spewed a hail of lead across the clearing.
The Japanese soldiers had no chance. The ones around the banner perished first. Their helmet-heads flipped back, their hands still clutching at their breasts, the bullets tearing on into the dirt. Those with unprotected tits convulsed, their bosoms bouncing as the shots thwacked home. One girl had a breastplate but it did her little good: the bullets punched neat holes in it with a sound like pellets hitting a tin can. The girl jerked vainly, open-mouthed, then crumpled to the grass. Her blood spilled out from underneath the steel.
The others scattered, scurrying for cover in a crouch. The jeep slewed round, the girls on top still firing. Someone shot an arrow from the cover of the trees. It bounced straight off the Boar’s steel hide, which only seemed to madden it still further. The tail-Guard blazed away and hit one girl between the eyes; her helmet caught the bullet with a clang. A blob of scarlet bloomed on her white forehead, as if to match her pouting, painted lips. Even as she slumped, another girl came darting forward, a polished sword upraised in both her hands. The gunner flipped her backwards with a curt, dismissive burst that stitched a row of holes across her breasts.
Leilani rose up on one knee and fired towards the vehicle as it turned. The M16 gave three sharp bangs and then a used-up click. But even as her stomach plunged, she saw the tail-Guard topple from her perch. “Yes!” she hissed and threw herself aside into the grass.
The Boar came jerking to a halt. The gunner tracked her fire across the clearing. Other guns were blasting from inside the vehicle. The Japanese Doll Soldiers charged in vain. One jack-knifed, her navel pierced. Another clawed her bullet-riddled breastplate. A shapely girl with glasses squealed as bloody holes exploded in her tits. The gunner grinned ferociously – until an arrow thunked into her back. The point drove deep and pierced her lung; she squirmed in agony. The gun kept firing in a wild arc. Wendy saw her grunt and wriggle as her lung collapsed. She slumped and breathed out blood. The gun fell silent.
The Guards inside the jeep continued sniping through their windows. The girl who’d shot the arrow wailed as someone’s bullet smacked into her breast. She pitched into the dusty grass, an exit wound besmirching her bare back. More rounds splintered through the trees above her lifeless body, and then the sniper’s aim began to rove. She gouged the earth near two more crumpled corpses, but no other living targets caught her eye.
As her aim moved on, one of the corpses raised its head. Leilani breathed out sharply, and uncoiled herself from the dead girl beside her. The white face stared up, wide-eyed and reproachful. One delicate pink nipple had a bullet hole in it. The girl’s sheathed sword lay at her side. Leilani slung its strap over her shoulder. The Boar’s sloped back was turned to her. Another roll, and she was in its blind spot.
The rifle shots were intermittent now, no targets left. The teenagers lay frozen in their blood. Class dismissed, Leilani thought. Her throat was full of bile. She peered around for Wendy but the impish girl was nowhere to be seen.
Breathing in, she loped towards the rear of the jeep. The stench of diesel fumes enveloped her. The engine was still chugging, and another stinging gunshot made her flinch. She clambered up the sloping back and lay flat on the roof. The gunner’s punctured corpse had folded forward. Leilani slithered up to it, and saw the handgun on the dead girl’s hip. She tugged it from the holster, then leaned down into the hatch and started firing.
The four Guards still inside were caught like kittens in a sack. The cramped space echoed with their startled squeals. They sounded like the schoolgirls they’d just slaughtered – and now they died as painfully as them. The girl beside the driver bounced as Leilani pumped four bullets down her cleavage. Squirming further in, she turned her fire on the back seat. The two Guards bucked in agony, still struggling to bring their rifles round. Bullets ricocheted, and fresh blood spattered the interior. The dead girls slumped like lovers where they sat. The driver was still trying to draw her pistol when Leilani’s smoking weapon jabbed her neck.
“Don’t you fucking dare!” the huntress hissed.
The driver peered up, terrified – a timid-looking girl with bobbed blonde hair. There were freckles underneath her tan, and flecks of blood across her pretty cheek. Leilani glared at her, then raised her head and peered around. “Wendy, get your arse in here!” she called.
A disbelieving pause, then Wendy scrambled to her feet and left the other bodies where they lay. As she ran towards the Boar, an arrow leaped out of the trees behind her. “Look out!” yelped Leilani and she swerved instinctively. The arrow missed and ploughed into the earth. Wendy reached the jeep and hauled the nearside front door open. The bloody-breasted passenger flopped out. Wendy pulled her clear and swung herself into the seat. Another arrow struck the closing door.
Leilani shoved the gunner’s dangling body from the hatch and wriggled down inside the vehicle. She crouched behind the driver with her gun against the nape of the girl’s neck. Wendy glanced across, her bare breasts heaving with reaction. There was a giddy glitter in her eyes.
“What’s your name?” Leilani grated in the driver’s ear.
“Lisa,” squeaked the girl. She didn’t look so ruthless now. Wendy got the passenger’s dropped carbine from the footwell and jammed the muzzle into Lisa’s ribs.
“All right, Lisa,” breathed Leilani. “Drive. Just get the hell away from here!”
The girl needed a moment to compose herself again. The Boar jerked forward sharply, then moved off. They left the clump of trees behind and sped across the rolling land beyond. The wilderness stretched out for miles, relieved by dusty tracks and lonely copses. Here and there a knocked-out tank lay rusting in the grass. No other troops of soldiers were in sight.
Leilani turned her head. A pall of dust spread out behind them. The town had disappeared over the skyline. Her gaze refocused on the Guards still lolling in the back. Their mouths hung open in a doomed duet.
She glanced at the weapon in her grip. The words Sig-Sauer were stamped into the steel. It had a chunky, cartoon-pistol look, but it was real. She’d just used it to kill those girls, and now her blood was singing with excitement. Her dull life in the office felt like borrowed memories. Oh God, what have they done to me? she thought.
In front of her, Wendy bit her lip and watched the barren landscape sweeping past. Her worries about Susie formed a cold lump in her gut. She thought that she was going to cry, and sniffed defiantly. After a pause she wiped her eyes. Her free hand kept the carbine firmly gripped.
The jeep passed the remains of a wrecked building, then turned onto another rutted track. Leilani glimpsed a crimson notice saying RANGE 18. There was a stand of trees ahead. A flight of crows took wing as they approached. The Boar slowed and came creaking to a halt. Leilani frowned.
“What is it?”
“I don’t know if this range is active,” Lisa muttered back.
The three of them sat waiting in the stifling metal box. The crows were rasping overhead, but otherwise the countryside was silent. Wendy glanced over her shoulder. “Can we stretch our legs?” Leilani shrugged and prodded Lisa in the back. “Okay, get out.”
The open air was a relief after the jouncing jeep. The stillness lay around them like a sea. Lisa waited sullenly. Leilani felt a sudden urge to pee. Wendy stretched, her jacket falling open. Her elfin face looked pinched and sulky now.
Through the telescopic sight, each detail stood out clearly. Each pearl of perspiration was distinct. The cross-hairs toyed with Wendy’s tits, then settled for the left one. The firm boobs rose and fell with her slow breaths.
“So what do we do now?” Leilani muttered.
Wendy gestured miserably. “God knows.”
The trigger gave way slowly, and the rifle solved her problems with a jolt. Wendy heard no gunshot – just the ripe whack as the bullet struck her breast. It punched a tidy hole and filled her chest with choking shock, exploding out beneath her shoulder blade. “Uhg!” she grunted, goggle-eyed, her mouth a plaintive O. Leilani had half-turned, and glimpsed a crimson splash appear on the jeep’s flank. Wendy clasped her tits and toppled backwards, her stupefied expression fixed in place.
Lisa sprang clear like a cat and tumbled off the road. Leilani wavered, caught in the collision of her instincts, until survival won and she dropped flat. Another bullet struck the jeep and whined into the sky. She squirmed into the vehicle’s shade, then swung her pistol round and looked for Lisa. The Guard was somewhere in the grass, her movements covered by the rustling breeze. The bitch had set them up, Leilani realised. She must have known this was a sniping range.
The silence came down like a dusty blanket. Leilani panted, quivering with shock. Wendy lay six feet away, a stream of scarlet oozing from her breast. Judging by her wound, the shot had come out of the ruined house behind them. Leilani stared at her and mewled in anguish and frustration. The dead girl looked as if she’d just seen something really sad.
No further gunshots broke the eerie stillness. Leilani waited, sweating in the heat. The big jeep’s armoured bulk was reassuring – but what if there were other snipers lying in the grass? They might be taking aim right now. Her bosom started heaving at the thought.
Lisa had almost reached the trees, exhilaration coursing through her veins. One of the bitches down, and one to go. She didn’t have her sidearm, so she’d leave it to the sniper. It made sense for another Doll to do the dirty work.
She slid into a hollow and crawled up the other side. She risked a fast glance back. The girl was stranded. She looked towards the trees again – and felt her mouth drop open. “No, wait,” she gasped, “I’m with the Range Patrol …”
The pistol levelled at her was a Desert Eagle magnum automatic. It fired while she was speaking, and the bullet flew into her open mouth. It burst the base of Lisa’s skull and took her brain-stem with it – the fabled “apricot” which stills a body instantly. The girl kept staring blankly for a moment; then her mouth spewed blood, as if she’d turned into an ornamental fountain. Her body toppled forward to lie nerveless in the grass, her eyes unblinking as she hit the dirt.
Leilani heard the distant shot, and squirmed round with a gasp. There was someone moving over by the trees. She wriggled round the vehicle, and heard a burst of fire from somewhere else. Her heart knocked hard against her ribs. It seemed that she was covered from all sides. The knowledge left her strangely calm. Her sweaty fingers clenched around the gun.
The burst of shots had come from the old building. She peeked towards it, breathing rapidly. No sign of the sniper – but of course, there wouldn’t be. She moved before she knew it, rolling down into the ditch beside the road. No bullets sizzled after her. The silence hurt her ears. She began to crawl away, and someone rose out of the grass. Leilani raised her head and saw the gun.
The girl who held it was a real beauty. Her lissom figure emphasised her perfectly-shaped breasts. The boobs were bare: she only wore the black shorts of the Guard. Her winsome face was framed by long blonde hair.
But the gun was what held Leilani’s attention. A compact sub-machine gun like a chunky power tool, with the thick tube of a silencer in place.
The girl stood boldly, statuesque, and no-one shot at her. Her green eyes glittered as she aimed the gun. The silencer tipped down towards Leilani’s panting breasts.
“I guess you’d better join your friends,” she said.