Posted by Extranjero on May 02, 2007 at 12:28:16:
ROSE WARRIORS (Part 7)
Consciousness seeped slowly back into Leilani’s brain. She glimpsed a blur of light through her closed eyelids. Her limbs were stiff and aching, and she tried to stretch but couldn’t raise herself. She realised she was on her back, with her arms above her head. Her wrists were tied together and the cord was firmly anchored to the earth. Her legs were splayed apart, each ankle tied against a stake. She was completely naked, and her skin was smeared with something warm and slick.
The flicker on her eyelids seemed like torchlight. She sensed that she was in a vaulted room. Then a boot heel scraped on stone, and she felt her fine hairs stiffen. Her muscles spasmed against her bonds. Reluctantly she forced herself to look.
A girl wearing a long black cloak was standing over her. The sombre garment blended with the gloom. A matching veil concealed her face, but the cloak was hanging open, and her body was voluptuous and nude. Dusky torchlight gleamed on her taut belly and large breasts. Her dark eyes glittered with reflected flame.
Leilani peered up at her and tried to stay impassive. Her heart was pounding numbly in her chest. The space around them was a cave, but it felt like a cathedral. The torchlight barely tinged the distant roof.
The girl came prowling closer with the grace of a big cat, brushing back the cloak to place her hands against her hips. A belt was cinched around her lower belly, with a holstered automatic on each thigh. They framed her bush and pussy like a leather garter belt. Leilani couldn’t keep her eyes away.
The girl’s own gaze seemed haughty, but Leilani sensed a smile beneath the veil. Her bare skin had an olive sheen. Her eyes were dark as dates. A pendant like an ancient coin hung just above the cleavage of her breasts.
Leilani moistened her dry lips. “I guess it’s your Assassins I’ve been killing.”
“I sent the first ones as a test,” the girl responded calmly. Her voice was barely muffled by the veil. “I wanted to find out if you were a worthy opponent.” She hunkered down beside Leilani, dark eyes still unblinking. “When I found you were, I had you brought here.”
“You’re serving a Commander, aren’t you? One of them’s gone rogue.” Leilani’s breasts heaved as she took a breath. “We found its shell under the tower. Your girls were killed while trying to get in.”
“One of them was sealed up there – abandoned by its kind. But it broke out again and wandered free. It sought a refuge in the desert places, where magic lingers still, and demons walk. And there it found a shepherd girl named Mariam, and showed her who has power over the Earth.”
The girl pulled down her veil and let it hang around her throat. The face beneath was young and beautiful. Sculpted cheekbones, pointed chin and skin as smooth as satin. But her eyes were the most striking thing. Their dark seemed bottomless.
“Now Mariam is called Saif Sareeya, Sword-that-Is-Swift. And that sword shall reclaim the true Commander’s lost domain.”
There was a chilling fervour in her soft voice and her stare. A teenage goat-herd had been touched by God. Leilani thought of Amy’s tales, and swallowed. “Do you know what they really are?” she asked.
“Their coming was so long ago that even they remember only dimly.”
The girl who called herself Sareeya stroked Leilani’s cheek. Leilani cringed but couldn’t twist away. The way her arms were bound had drawn her breasts taut. Sareeya’s breasts were fuller, rounder, tipped with darker pink.
“Ancient writings say they were the spawn of flesh and angels, condemned to wander as the Fallen Ones.” Sareeya smiled and shifted on her haunches. Leilani glimpsed the pouting of her sex. “A black flood wiped their bodies out, but their spirits were unquenched. They roamed the Earth like demons on the wind. The oldest cities worshipped them as gods of good and evil. It is this worship which they claim again.”
“And your Commander wants to rule the roost,” Leilani muttered. “So how many disciples does it have? How many gunships can it whistle up?” She curled her lip defiantly. “We’ll snuff your army out!”
Sareeya seemed to ponder, then leaned forward. Her finger traced Leilani’s breastbone, ploughing up a gob of stickiness. She touched it to the bound girl’s mouth. Leilani pursed her lips. But she caught a fleeting taste of it and realised what it was. Her naked body had been smeared with honey.
The cool air of the cave had made her nipples stiff and tender. Sareeya fingered one, then tweaked it sharply. Leilani gave a little gasp of pain. Sareeya smiled. “Imagine an ant’s jaws doing that,” she said.
A spasm gripped Leilani’s throat and almost made her choke. She stared up at the girl with liquid eyes. Half-forgotten stories bubbled up into her brain – of people staked out in the desert, daubed with honey, left to be devoured …
“Imagine a hundred thousand jaws. A nest of black ants crawling over you. They like the honey, and they’d love such fragrant flesh as yours. Imagine it. Imagine being eaten. And then imagine it a different way.”
Sareeya slid astride her in the black shroud of her cloak, and dipped her head to kiss Leilani’s breasts. She sucked the honey off the nipples, teasing with her teeth, then started gorging on the tits themselves. Despite herself, Leilani felt an icy thrill of pleasure. She panted quickly through her open mouth.
Sareeya licked her bosom clean, then started on her belly. A warm glow went ahead of her and pooled like lava in Leilani’s groin. The bound girl tried to wriggle but could barely grind her hips. She whimpered as Sareeya reached her crotch.
The girl’s long tongue sipped honey from her pussy, then started flicking at her clitoris. Leilani fought against the climax, but her body wouldn’t be denied. She felt herself begin to come, her heartbeat shooting skyward, and then the rush of spasms made her groan. She arched her spine convulsively, crotch thrust against Sareeya, then slumped into a sweaty afterglow.
The cloaked girl straightened up, her own breasts pulsing. She licked the lube and honey off her lips. Leilani stared at her, still breathing hoarsely. Sareeya wore a smug, seductive smile.
“There are two ways you could be consumed,” she said. “The choice is yours.”
Leilani swallowed. “What is it you want?”
“There are talismans still buried in the old Commander’s cell. It must recover them to feed its power. You will take us back into your Citadel to get them. And then the Mighty One may favour you.”
* * *
The Assassins watched her as she dressed, like a silent guard of honour round a bier. They still had scarves around their faces, and their eyes were cold. The Kevlar sports-bras that they wore showed off their slender bellies, and the slit skirts gave a glimpse of muscled thighs. The four of them were armed with swords and Spectres. These were the girls who’d cleared the beach before their black-cloaked mistress came ashore.
Leilani tugged her panties on and stepped into her dress. This time there was nobody to zip it up for her. Her stomach clenched with worry about Amy. She wished she could be sure the girl was safe. She gave her guards a moody look. They stared impassively. Three of them had Sareeya’s rich complexion, but the blonde girl was a western acolyte.
They let Leilani pull her boots on. Then the blonde girl gestured wordlessly. Cat got your tongue? Leilani thought, and walked across the cave. The girls fell in around her and escorted her along a passageway.
They came into another cavern, also lit by torchlight. Supplies were stacked against the walls, and some of Sareeya’s troops were lounging round. Leilani guessed that most of them were renegade Doll Soldiers, still wearing motley uniform over the lingerie which they’d been snatched in. Others looked like dropouts from beyond the fringes of Commander rule. A few of these were men, who’d clearly lucked in with the ladies. They watched Leilani pass with hungry eyes.
But it wasn’t a man who seized her arm as they moved towards the entrance. Leilani twisted round defensively. The Doll Soldier squeezed tighter as she peered at her tattoo, a grim expression on her cute young face. She was wearing a white kepi like a Foreign Legionnaire, with a khaki jacket short enough to show her red lace briefs.
Leilani tried to shake her off. The Doll Soldier looked up with hazel eyes. “Command Guard, huh? You evil bitch!” she said resentfully. “I lost a dozen girlfriends in the games you made us play …”
“Easy, Julie. Let her be,” said Sareeya from the entrance. Her voice was calm, but Julie flinched. She bobbed a rapid curtsey. Her eyes glared at Leilani through the veil of her long lashes. Leilani looked away and carried on.
Through the tunnel’s stony throat, they stepped into the twilight. A purple silence lay over the Range. Leilani strained her ears, but heard no helicopters searching. There was just the chirp of crickets in the grass.
She rubbed her sore wrists sullenly. Sareeya breathed in, savouring the dusk. Two of the Assassins turned and went back into the cave. A third girl and the crop-haired blonde stood waiting for their mistress’s command.
“Now what?” asked Leilani, and Sareeya glanced around. Her veil was back in place again, which made her dark eyes more mysterious. The contrast with her bare breasts made Leilani’s heartbeat flutter. The cloaked girl looked towards the fading light.
“They’re searching for you now,” she said. “And they who seek shall find.”
Leilani listened once again, and this time she heard something: the muffled, growling engine of a Boar. She scanned the gloomy countryside, and thought she glimpsed a flicker of its lights. Then Sareeya grasped her hair. She grunted as her head was levered backwards. “Come,” said the soft voice in her ear, “we’d better welcome them.”
Sareeya forced her down a slope, shale rattling underfoot, Leilani struggling to keep her balance. The two Assassins skittered after them. They reached a dusty track which stood out palely in the twilight. Sareeya’s grip grew tighter and Leilani almost squirmed. The other girls slipped off the track like ghosts to left and right. The rumble of the Boar was getting louder.
“They’ll make no bargains with you,” said Leilani through her teeth. She could feel Sareeya’s breast against her back. It swelled with every steady breath. The cloaked girl held her like a living shield.
The Boar appeared along the track, its amber sidelights well outside the headlamps. She’d never realised quite how wide they were. Leilani stiffened as the armoured jeep came barrelling towards them. The half-light turned its bulk into a massive, bullish shape.
She squinted at the headlight beams, and Sareeya’s fingers loosened in her hair. Leilani’s brain told her to jump, but the message never reached her waiting nerves. Sareeya struck her on the neck and she crumpled to her knees. Even as she caught herself, head spinning queasily, the cloaked girl jerked her pistols from their holsters.
The weapons were a matching pair of Desert Eagle magnums. Sareeya swung them up towards the Boar. She triggered them together, blowing holes in both front windows. Then each pistol blazed again and the windshield turned opaque.
The Boar slewed sideways off the track and juddered to a standstill. Leilani cringed, just waiting for the crew to open fire. But the big black jeep stayed motionless and silent. The headlights seemed to stare like sightless eyes.
Sareeya stroked the automatics down into their holsters, then hauled Leilani back up by her hair. “Ow-wch!” Leilani whimpered, but her eyes stayed wide and focused on the Boar. Sareeya shoved her forward and she stumbled up to it. The dashboard lit the faces of the crew.
“Oh my God,” Leilani murmured faintly.
The driver and front passenger were sagging in their seatbelts, a bright rosette of blood on each girl’s brow. The second pair of bullets had ploughed through the foreheads of the Guards behind them. One girl in the back still wore a horrified expression: her boobs were spattered with the driver’s brains. Then a .357 slug had emptied her own mind. Her companion had collapsed into her lap.
Leilani swayed and grasped hold of the door to keep from falling. The Boar’s stalled engine clicked beneath the hood. She looked round at Sareeya with a sickly disbelief. She’d never seen such marksmanship before.
“Now they can take our message back,” Sareeya murmured calmly. She gestured, and the blonde Assassin sauntered up to her. She held a flower, dark as crimson, like the blood now seeping from four skulls. Sareeya took it from her, turned it over in her fingers.
“A greeting from the Desert Rose,” she said.