SCARLETS DOMAIN

Prologue:
It was a far different world than earth, but in some ways similar; this violent,
warring planet in another galaxy. Strange creatures roamed the wild areas after
the dominant humanoid races had almost wiped each other out in a massive war
many years before. While the creatures were of many shapes and sizes, one thing
held constant, the female was in control. Thus it wasn't strange to see a
birdwoman flying high over the plain, her large, white feathered wings riding
the air currents. White feathers ran down the backs of her long slim legs and,
at the junction of her legs, white down covered her love triangle. Her legs
moved to change her direction and as they opened a pair of brite pink puffy lips
amid the white down mapped the entrance to the heart of her womanhood. Above the
pouting pussy, between her firm round ass cheeks rode the darker pink rosebud of
her anus. Her breasts were large and firm; tanned mounds that were well
separated high on her chest. Almond colored nipples topped the avian mammaries.
The high cheek boned face was topped with long silver hair that accented the
deep green of her eyes, the nose was fine and slightly long over a small mouth
with bright red lips. She was called Donella a vision of loveliness. Her beauty
and sexual prowess had earned her the envied position as favorite consort of
Clitia, Ruler of the Harpies. She was also doomed to be the first of her race to
suffer a quick, but still very painful death inflicted by a terrible new weapon.
It was unusual to see a two legged male human alone in Harpy territory. The man
was looking down a long silver tube, pointing it in the direction of the soaring
female. Suddenly a small cylinder shot from the end of the tube, smoke trailing
it's path. The birdwoman never saw or heard the object as it changed course to
follow her dips and turns. Remorselessly it honed in and after a few seconds of
flight the speeding projectile drilled up between her legs, splitting open her
pussy lips and on into her cunt like a huge metal dildo. Lodging deep in her
vagina with it's rocket motor still burning, the lethal missile cooked the flesh
of her inner thighs. The pain shocked female grabbed at her burning crotch as
she began to fall from the sky. She never made it to the ground alive. Moments
after impacting her cunt, the warhead's small shaped charge exploded, filling
her guts with it's lethal load of steel balls and reducing her once tight pussy
to a gaping hole of burned meat. The man who fired the weapon watched as her
body broke on the hard ground. This success had to be reported back to the
leader of his rebel band. He had fired the weapon at three different female
species and always the results were the same. He didn't know why, but the deadly
missile sought out the hottest part of their bodies; raping the bitches between
the legs, then blowing up in their cunts.
One of the hated humanoid females that enslaved his kind was the first victim.
As she had lain naked under the sun in what she thought was a private secure
area, the first missile had mortally fucked her gaping twat. Next he had downed
a big Centauress, she took awhile to die, bleeding internally. Now the
birdwoman. The three species were constantly warring with each other and mostly
with the rebels. Now the rebels had a tool to defeat them all.

Chapter 1:
They Rule by the Whip

The Femazi's capital city was small and backward by our standards, no
electricity or sewers survived the great wars. This city, like all others in
their empire, was ruled by an iron fisted woman who tolerated no dissention from
her female subjects or the male slaves. The execution of a traitor was about to
take place. Serena, the high ruler, strode into the prison yard to view the
demise of the slut. She cut a striking figure from her black officer hat down
the shiny, spike heeled leather boots that ended six inches below the short
tight black mini skirt that circled her 38 inch hips. Her 40 inch bust was
restrained by a black leather bra and open front jacket. No panties covered her
groin and when she sat down her gold trimmed bush was visible to anyone who
glanced up her skirt. She held a long cigarette holder near her 26 inch waist.
Though on the outside a drop dead gorgeous bitch, deep down, her heart was as
black as her outfit. Through assassination, intrigue, sex and pure evil she had
risen to head this race of man hating evil women. She had seduced, bitchfucked,
and murdered in her bed, several rivals before assuming absolute control of the
city. She always kept a length of rope hidden in the pillows of her bed. A
single knot in the center of the rope would crush the wide pipe of the victim's
throat. As the knotted rope strangled the life from Serena's latest nude victim,
she would taunt the dying women, telling them what lousy lovers they were.
She and her core group of hardliners bent the will of the Femazi military and
civilian to follow theirs. The Femazi had no men except slaves. Procreation was
by artificial means and heterosexual sex illegal. As she seated herself in the
viewing area, crossing her long tanned legs, she was joined by her personal
guard. These twelve ladies had been picked from the ranks of the army based on
their bodies as well as their fighting ability for Serena had no use for male
sex. Their uniform of thigh high black boots with four inch heels, very tight
black shorts that hung low on the hips and black low cut halter tops was the
same as the regular army with the exception of the crest embroidered over their
left breast. The busty bitches were armed with a saber hanging from their left
hip and a percussion pistol on their right, the same as officers in the regular
army carried. Common soldiers, such as the two girls guarding the condemned
prisoner, carried a large bore, percussion rifle and a knife that could be
fitted as a bayonet. The guns were accurate up to about 100 yards and their
heavy lead slugs had enough punch to down any enemy. Their drawback was the time
required to reload.
Once the entourage was in place, the prisoner was led to the courtyard. She was
a busty, dark haired beauty who belonged to a small resistance group dedicated
to the overthrow of the Femazi regime. Her job in the government gave her access
to sensitive documents but she was unaware of the extents of Serena's
counterespionage network. The seductive young woman had been caught passing
secrets to a birdwoman. The Harpy had escaped the rifles of the secret police,
but her Femazi lover wasn't as lucky. She was brought down by a bullet in the
rear of her upper right thigh. It would have been better if the bullet had hit a
vital organ. The voluptuous whore knew what awaited her as she was stripped
naked, an agonizing death by the lethal, organ burning sperm of a raping mutant.
Certain male creatures had mutated and their sperm was highly acidic. The Femazi
had annialated them in a costly war that saw dozens of Femazi soldierettes
caught and raped to death by the brutes. Once filled with the lethal cum, a girl
was doomed to an agonizing death and many were shot by other Femazi to save them
the torment. But the mutants had no weapons save brute strength and soon they
went down to defeat in front of Femazi guns. The race was wiped out except for
six that were kept alive to use in entertaining specticals like the execution
about to take place. The mutants were stupid barbarians that would try to rape
the prisoner and if she could fight them off, she might live. The odds where not
in her favor as two hulking brutes were released into the fenced compound. If it
had been only one male she may have fought him off or took his load in her pussy
where her own body juices had a chance of negating it's effects, but with two it
was certain she would take a cock up her ass or mouth where the cum was always
lethal.
The desperate woman managed to fight them off and dance out of their way for
several minutes until her weakened leg made her stumble and the big brutes had
her. Wrapping his arms around her ample chest, one lifted her up and lowered her
squirming twat down on his death tool. Even as she struggled to be free of the
killer cock the second brute sandwiched her and drilled her asshole. Knowing she
was doomed, the poor tart cursed Serena and the government until the double shot
of acid cum started burning her insides. Her curses quickly turned to agonized
screams. The two spent brutes dropped the dying woman and were quickly netted
while the tart rolled on the dirt, hand clutching her burning ass. The acid ate
through the thin walls of her intestines and continued burning through her
internal organs. She took a long five minutes to die.
Serena squirmed in her chair, executions always made her horny and the pussy
juices were leaking from her bare twat. As she left the prison she ordered one
of the guards to come to her chamber, her lust had to be relieved.
Dismissing most off her guard, Serena stationed Irma and Eva, a pair of six foot
amazons, at the door to her bed chamber and retired with corporal Freda. The
five foot ten Freda was Serena's favorite lover. They were similar in size and
build though the younger Freda's tits had not started to sag like the forty year
old Serena.
Serena liked her sex rough and one reason she liked Freda as a partner was that
the younger bitch also liked rough sex and wasn't afraid to take it to her boss.
Inside her bed chamber Serena had a large padded mat and their lesbian sex
always started with a wrestling match. Dressed in bras and panties the two
lovers hardly looked the part of wrestlers as they grappled for control. Freda
got in the first good shot when she slipped under Serena's arms, grabbed her
legs and pulled them out from under her. As Serena's plump ass hit the mat,
Freda drove her fist between the splayed legs into Serena's pussy bring a howl
to the older womans lips. Slipping behind the stunned woman Freda locked her
arms around the blond head of her boss but Serena recovered her senses and
flipped the younger redhead over her shoulder. Freda landed flat on her back
between Serena's powerful thighs and as she rose the thighs clamped around her
slim waist. Twisting her body to put her feet and Serena's back on the mat, she
pushed outward on the vise like knees. As the hold loosened she jumped forward,
clamping her sharp nails into the heaving tits of the blond. Serena managed to
squirm out and away from the claws but she lost her bra in the maneuver. Her big
soft tits with their ruddy brown nipples danced before the big redhead who
ripped off her own bra matching her pink tits to her boss's. Freda's were
slightly firmer and larger but her nipples and areola's smaller, both sets were
much more than a mouthful as Serena found out as her mouth clamped down on the
hard right tit of her opponent. Freda squealed and pushed the blond off her tit
but she let herself open for a kick in the cunt. Serena's bare toes drilled the
vertical gash between Freda's legs and only the panties prevented the big toe
from filling her twat. Freda doubled over at this onslaught and Serena picked up
her bent form and slammed her down on the mat. Serena knelt over her, pinning
down her arms ready to bite a firm nipple for a second time when Freda's knee
came up between the leg of the big blond, knocking her over the redhead. On her
back, gasping for air, Serena was unable to prevent the removal of her panties
or the invasion of Freda's long nailed fingers deep in her qwim. What she could
do was pull down the panties of the straddling redhead and sink her teeth into
her curly bush. Both women were crying in pain until the Freda suddenly gave up.
The mood changed instantly as Serena's teeth were replaced by a gentle tongue
and Freda's vise grip on Serena's blond trimmed love tunnel relaxed. Rising from
the mat the two sweaty lovers fell on the large soft bed with Serena mounting
her lover and massaging the redheads tits with her own. Their tongues
intertwined as their pelvises ground together, Serena pumping up and down as if
she had a cock growing between her legs. Slipping sideways the two sluts
explored the inner recesses of each others crotch with their mouths. Wet tongues
flicked clitorises, drew circles around tight bung holes and drove deep into
dripping slits til the two women shuddered in a mutual climax that spewed pussy
juice over their faces. They were licking each others face clean when the alarm
sounded.

Chapter 2:
Death from the Sky

Donella had not returned from her recon patrol and fearing the worst, squad
leader Josella had sent out three birdwomen to look for her. After following her
assigned patrol route for several hours they came upon her broken body. Erametha
had first spotted the corpse, and after circling and looking for danger she
signal for the patrol to land. She examined the body and found no arrow wound.
That would eliminate the Centauresses as suspects. Her bloody cunt suggested
that a human had gotten a lucky hit with some kind of powerful rifle although
she didn't know what to make of the burns. With Bitta holding the dead
birdwoman's arms and Shiva her legs the three took off for the flight home.
Clitia was sitting on her throne while a castrated rebel was forced to
continually lick her twat as the body of Donella was brought before her. Her
anger built as she viewed the ruined cunt that had brought her so much pleasure
and she kicked out in rage. The talons on her feet ripped open the guts of the
hapless male and he was dragged off to die. Clitia ordered that a Femazi
prisoner be executed and the body dropped on the city when they staged a raid on
the Femazi's city as punishment for the act of aggression. The birdwomen were
nomadic and there encounters with the Femazi's usually occurred when the
Femazi's tried to expand past their cities. Pitched battles were rare but small
skirmishes did occur on a regular basis. The rifle firing Femazi's had a hard
time hitting the swooping Harpies as they fired arrows at their opponents.
Harpies tried not to attack a large number of Femazi's where the concentrated
rifle fire gave them the advantage but they seethed in anger at the death of the
scout and good judgement was abandoned in favor of revenge.
A Harpy had captured a lone Femazi, swooping down and sinking her talons into
the bare shoulders of the bitch and lifting the screaming, bleeding woman into
the air. Now she was to face the Swing of Death. Suspended three feet off the
ground by four long ropes tied to her hands and feet and attached to four tall
trees her body was swung back and forth like a kid on a swing set. Mounted high
above the ground in a line with the arc of her body was a long sharp steel
shaft. The shaft was circled by sharp barbed blades designed to cut as the shaft
drove forward and tear as it was removed. As the Harpies swung her naked spread
eagled body, each swing brought her groin closer to the shaft. Higher and higher
she rose, then a sharp pain as the point pricked her and a small rivulet of
blood flowed over her black furburger. The next swing took the point an inch
into her soft muff, not yet enough to engage the blades. The doomed bitch cried
and struggled to lift her cunt out of the way on the next pass but she only
succeeded in driving the shaft three inches up her asshole. This time the blades
cut her sphincter muscle into four sections. With one last mighty shove, the
Harpy executioners drove her cunt over a foot up the massive spear. Internal
organs ripped beyond survival, she hung there for a few moments until her body
weight tore the bloody shaft out of her ruined box. With the Harpies no longer
pushing, her arc slowly decreased, matching her slowly fading life, till her
bleeding body hung still and limp.
Thus it was that Serena's love session was interrupted when six Harpies
descended on the city. They had planned to swoop in from two directions out of
the low clouds, take one pass over the city dropping the dead Femazi and
drilling arrows into as many women as possible and fly back to the safety of the
clouds before the soldierettes could mount a heavy response with their 50
caliber single shot percussion rifles. Their luck turned bad when a small break
in the clouds and a sharp eyed lookout gave the garrison a few seconds warning.
The tall slim black girl was clanging the alarm gong when she became the
battle's first casualty.
"Aaiieeee", crys the stricken lookout, flinging her arms out and falling thru
the triangular shaped gong, a feathered shaft protruding between her shoulder
blades. Her smooth flat belly is draped over the lower bar quelling the
vibrations of the bell. In the streets, women and slave ran for cover but the
main targets of the Harpies were the black clad soldierettes.
A muscular brunette guard at the main gate grabbed her throat as an arrow sliced
her windpipe. Falling back off her raised lookout post, she crashed, head first,
to the dirt. Her hard muscles couldn't keep her neck from breaking in the fall.
Diving in low and fast, a slim Harpy is aiming at a big titted Femazi even as
the woman raises her gun at the bitchbird. The sultry bitchbird shoots first.
Flying under the aimed rifle of the busty brunette, a speeding arrow nicks her
right jug as it thuds into her deep cleavage. The skewered guard's unfired gun
clatters down as she staggers back, holding the painful shaft that has cut a
major artery leading from her heart. With red blood gushing from the hole in her
chest, the young girl slumps down to die, puking more blood over her ravished
bossom.
A short distance away, a busty black bitch writhes on the ground clawing at her
belly and the arrow that protrudes from it. She had been shot from a high angle
and the arrow had passed between her boobs, slicing the strained fabric of her
halter. The arrowhead had impacted her just below the ribs and driven down and
in, tearing open her stomach and intestines. Her sudden fall had further
strained the weakened halter and it had torn through. The two huge brown jugs
flopped like dying fish as her body jerked in agony. After several days of high
fever and pain, she would die from the shit contaminating her insides.
Eight Femazi's have paid the price and lay dead or dying before their barking
guns can start to even the score on the retreating Harpies. Two flying
stragglers will not make it home. "Uunnghhhh", is the pained grunt of a small
slim bitchbird, her tight ass jerking up from the impact of a heavy slug ripping
up into her lower gut. Vital organs are ravaged and torn, wings go limp and she
drops from the sky like a duck taking a load of twelve gage. Mortally wounded,
her shapely body is broken and crushed as it hits the ground and the snap of her
neck ends her pain.
The last flying assassin is just about clear of the city walls when her right
wing is torn by hot lead. Unable to fly with one useless wing, she is able to
control her fall and spirals down to the dirt, stunned but alive, and is
promptly surrounded by gun toting females. She will wish later that the fall had
killed her.
By the time the naked Serena and Freda dress, it is all over. With eight of
their number dead to one dead and one captured Harpy, Serena rightfully rates
the battle a loss for the Femazi's. She decides to punish her garrison commander
after dealing with the wounded Harpy. Two soldierettes bind the legs and arms of
the stunned bird bitch and drag her to Serena who, after appraising the naked
female, admirering the upthrust of her pert breasts and the downy feathers
adorning her snatch, orders her to the interrogation room. As the bound bitch is
dragged away Serena gazes lustily on the full roundness of her hips and ass and
vows someday to bed one of these creatures, but only after neutralizing the
sharp talons on her feet that could disembowel a person with one kick.
Summoning the garrison commander before her, Serena screams out her rage at the
assault. Molly, the commander trys to explain they had no warning. She doesn't
say that if the sentry hadn't spotted the Harpies when she had, many more Femazi
would have died. Serena will not listen and she pronounces punishment.
"Since eight of my soldiers died, you will face a gauntlet of twice that many".
Molly was led away by members of Serena's personal guard for her ordeal. Sixteen
topless Femazi soldiers were lined up in two rows and given large studded
paddles. Molly would be stripped naked and forced to walk between the rows as
the girls beat her bare ass with the weapons. When all was ready, the nude woman
was led to her trial. Molly was a woman of thirty five with an average build and
a plump wide ass, a juicy target for the stinging wood. Worse than the pain she
was about to endure was the embarrassment of being naked on display for whoever
wanted to watch. Her face red with shame, she began her walk of pain. As the
first paddle smacked her ass, she winced but did not cry out. The girl swung
again, breasts jiggling in the air as the paddle arced toward the pink ass,
nailing the other cheek; still Molly would not cry. So it went, most girls
getting in at least two whacks on the red, bloody ass of their commander. Molly
made it through the gauntlet and collapsed to the ground. Two guards covered her
nakedness with a sheet and carried her to the infirmary for treatment of her
wounds.
Racked out between two poles, the Harpy eyes the two topless blond
interrogators. Gerda and Greta are a pair of six foot two inch identical twins
with legs that seem to go on forever. Their shoulders are broad and their waists
slim from the hard work of torturing and executing prisoners. The muscled chests
each carry a pair of large hard breasts that don't sag a millimeter. The twin
blonds stand in front and behind the birdgirl. Gerda bends and wraps her full
red lips around the hard nipple of the Harpy, sucking and biting while her long
fingers explore the soft down cover cunt of the feathered girl. "What's your
name, honey"? asks Greta as she kneels and licks the crack of the girl's ass.
"I'm called Sonia", gasps the Harpy as she begins to respond to the sexual
stimulation. "What do you want from me, I don't know anything", she moans as
Greta's long tongue draws circles around her pink rosebud.
"It's our job to question prisoners", replies Gerda as she stands and grabs both
firm tits of Sonia while mashing her blond muff to the white down covered love
mound of the girl. "The methods we use are up to you", she cooed. Sonia was
writhing by now and the two lying bitches cut her free and laid her on a bed.
Binding her hands and feet, the big blonds went to work on her. With Greta
sitting on her face and mauling her breasts, Gerda worked the captives cunt with
a cold metal dildo which quickly heated up in the hot recesses of the Harpies
pussy. Sonia's long tongue drilled into the warm wetness of the soft twat on her
mouth and Greta groaned in lust. Gerda heard her sisters moans and inserted the
other end of the dildo into her own cunt so she could sit on the crotch of the
bitchbird while french kissing her twin. Greta came first, her love juices
covering the face of Sonia as her cunt opened and exploded with lust. Gerda and
Greta came together, their combined juices soaking the bed. As the three females
lounged in the wet bed, Sonia told them she knew nothing of any plans as she was
just a common air infantry soldier. Whether or not they believe her doesn't
matter as their true sadistic nature takes over. The lustful smiles are replaced
by evil murderous grins as the Harpy is retied to the torture rack. She screams
out her pain and disbelief as her breasts are flattened between two heavy
planks, hot pokers ream her pussy and ass, barbed whips flail her soft flesh,
chunks of her white hair is pulled out, she is hung by the neck till near death.
When the two sweat covered blonds feel the Harpy is of no further use, they
report to Serena. The wounded Harpy hopes for a quick death, but Serena has
other ideas. "Throw her to the Mutants", is the command. The doomed birdwoman
senses her fate as the two big blonds drag her to the arena cages and struggles
to no avail as she is thrown in a cage with three of the beasts who have been
worked into a sexual frenzy by the two guards that have been bitchfucking each
other just outside the cage. She is pinned on her back in seconds by the
dominant male, his rough hands pawing at her breasts, his foul breath on her
face as he slobbers. Her dry burned cunt is forced open by the big, deadly cock
as it slams deep into her bleeding vagina. The two other male are jerking off
while waiting their turn at the victim and as the first male arches his back and
delivers his tainted jism one of the others lets go and sprays his corrosive cum
over her face and lacerated breasts. Her animal wails fill the arena as the
liquid eats into her soft flesh but her screams are muffled as the first mutant
releases Sonia and the second throws his torso on her forcing his lethal prick
into her open mouth. He has sprayed most of his load over her but one last spurt
gags her. She flops around holding her burning throat trying to suck air. This
new emergency has made her forget the fire in her womb. Bent over on her knees
she is wide open for the coup de grac. His thick cock bulging, the last mutant
pounces on the upturned ass and spreads open her tight roasted rosebud with his
acid lubricated prick. Impaled on eight inches of death, Sonia is being eaten
alive from the inside. He pounds his hips down on her firm ass cheeks till he
jerks stiff and shoots his lethal load into her rectum. If more pain was
possible, she now feels it as three loads of poison finish what a bullet thru
the wing started. Soon the mercy of death overtakes the female and her
thrashings cease. Sitting cross legged on the floor the two guards and the two
big blonds have finger fucked each other to orgasm watching the plight of the
enemy bitch and as they rise to resume their duties, four pussy juice stains
mark the floor.

Chapter 3:
A Big Find

Hector literally fell into the biggest find his rebel band ever dreamed of.
While patrolling the ruins of one of the old pre-bigwar cities that the rebels
used as perimeter camps, on guard for any incursion by the nearby Centauresses,
he instead had gotten the jump on a lone Femazi. He had no idea how the bitch
had gotten so far from her home and he didn't care. He leapt on the tall dark
skinned woman and threw her to the ground. The woman bounded back to her feet
and snapped out a high roundhouse kick that sailed over Hector's ducking head.
He stepped inside and drove his fist into the soft mushiness of her wide cunt.
She yelped and went down on her ass, holding her pained pussy. Hector was on her
in an instant, pushing her back and choking her long slim neck. He was sitting
on her gut, further depriving her of air and she began to swoon. Hector hadn't
had a good fuck in a while so the sight of her firm brown breasts fighting for
air aroused him. He released his strangle hold on the dusky beauty and stripped
of her clothes. Her smooth lean milk chocolate body was as attractive as her
high cheek boned face. Dark chocolate areola's topped with long hard nipples
graced her tapered firm breasts. A slim waist flared into wide full hips and a
prominent ass. Black curly hair defined a love mound entered through full dark
pussy lips. Gazing at this suptuouse dish, he was rock hard and ready. Quickly
removing his own clothes, he spread her long legs and climbed on her hot body.
Using his fingers to open her cunt lips, he drilled his hard shaft into the warm
wetness of her vagina. His pumping on her body forced air back into her starved
lungs and she began to revive. Hector held down her arms and covered her thick
lips with his own as the woman tried to squirm away. Then suddenly, the enemy
bitch who had never felt a cock before, began to relax and respond to his
fucking. She learned to time her hip thrusts to him and soon she shuddered under
her first cock induced orgasm. Hector pulled out, turned the now willing slut
over and mounted her ass. She bucked and moaned as his slippery cock filled her
asshole and his hand massaged the hard nipples of her tits. A hand slipped down
to her pussy and a long finger drilled in and diddled her clitoris, bringing the
bitch to another orgasm. Again Hector pulled out and this time he laid back and
pulled the dark hussy down on his schlong. She was riding him now, her hot wet
dark box sliding up and down on his contrasting dick. She was nearing a big
climax and Hector could feel himself nearing ejaculation. He sat up and
encircled the female with his arms as she fucked. Mashing their mouths together,
Hector felt her hard nipples dent his muscled chest as he drilled his tongue
into the dark confines of the beauties mouth. She responded with her tongue and
began to shudder. Hector's balls began to constrict and a long stream of white
hot cum hosed into the waiting womb of the Femazi. Her massive orgasm blotted
out the realization that Hector had wrapped his hands around her head. As his
ejaculation ended and she began to come down from her orgasm, her body limp and
relaxed, he gave her head a violent twist and snapped her neck. She fell back
dead as he released her head. Hector stood and dressed, feeling no remorse for
the woman he had assaulted, raped and murdered. She had been a great lay but
was, after all, the enemy.
As he continued his patrol, he stepped on what appeared to be a weed patch and
fell through a rusted steel bunker door to tumble down a long flight of stairs.
Shaking off the dust, he light a match in the darkness and saw a shiny door in
front of him that swung open under his pressure. Finding some debris, he
fashioned a torch. In the light he could see stacks of long boxes and small
boxes, the words written on the boxes made no sense to the illiterate male.
Using his knife he pried open a large box and found several long shiny tubes
with handles on them. Several books also were in the case. While he could not
understand the writing, he mimicked the illustrations, picking up tube and
holding it on his shoulder. The small part shown being placed in the tube was
not in the box so he pried open a small box and found it contained twelve of the
pointed cylinders. The weapons had been designed years ago for the general
publics use as a last defense against motorcycle troops so the picture of a man
pointing the weapon at a cycle riding soldier made no sense to him. He had no
idea that the missile was designed to home in on the hot exhaust and if by
chance it could not hit the target, to detonate the instant the heat source
peaked. Taking his find up the many stairs to the surface he still had no idea
what it was. Once on the surface he played with the weapon until he accidentally
triggered it. The missile shot out of the tube and with no heat source to home
in on, flew straight at a wall and blew up. The startled man dropped the tube
and ran but second thoughts forced him to retrieve the tube. He pressed the
trigger again and nothing happened. Running back down the stairs he retrieved a
book and the rest of the case of missiles. He studied the pictures in the book
more closely, loaded another missile and fired again. Another hole was blown in
the wall. Once more he loaded a missile and this time he aimed the weapon. The
missile detonated at the base of the tree he aimed for. Know realizing he had
found a weapon much more powerful than his bow or the rifles stripped from dead
Femazi's, he decided to test his find on his enemies before informing his rebel
brothers. Packing his silver tube and nine missiles he set out in the direction
of the nearest Femazi's city.
After a two day trek he approached the outskirts of the city. Following a path
along a river he happened to see a big brunette Femazi stretched out on a
floating mat in the river about fifty yards ahead. She lay nude, face down, the
sun adding to the dark unlined tan of her smooth skin. She had a big plump ass
with nicely rounded cheeks and her legs were spread so her feet could dangle in
the water. She faced away from his position so he could see the dark slash of
her womanhood smiling at him between her flaring hips, but not see her face or
the big tits that dented the mat. Thoughts of jumping her and drilling that
juicy pussy like a dog raced through his head and hardened his cock. He quelled
the urge to rape the bitch, he had a job to do and there would be time for that
after she was dead. Hector aimed for her upturned ass and trigger the weapon.
Surrounded by the cool water, her hot pussy made a big contrast and the thermal
guidance system locked in as if the hot box was an exhaust pipe. Traveling at
Mach 2, the rounded head of the missile split her vertical smile and drilled
deep into the waiting womb like a killer dildo. The napping slut howled and
bucked as the hot metal reamed her juicy twat, then was blown into the river as
the exploding warhead destroyed her guts. Blood stained the water around the
limp corpse, floating, supported by her big breasts, with the current.
Hector was so thrilled by the first kill that he came, his hard cock filling the
front of his pants with jism. Just as well because his victim no longer had a
cunt to fuck. Knowing his weapon was very effective on Femazi's, he sought out
his next target. His journey took a wide arc to bring him to the area dominated
by the Centauresses.
The big horsewomen had few enemies except the Harpies and Femazi but they were
tough in battle and their 1200 lb bodies could take a lot of punishment. Against
their spears, bows and captured rifles, the male rebels had little chance.
Knowing their strengths, Hector figured this would be his most dangerous test as
he crept up on two females and a male Centaur engaged in hot fucking. The male
was mounted over a big brown skinned female, his hands wrapped around her high
firm tits while his haunches pumped his massive tool in and out of the females
juicy cunt. While this was going on the other Centauress would alternate between
palming the males balls and frenching the other female. She must have gotten
fucked first because as Hector watched, the male's ass jerked and after he
filled the brown cunt with jism his tool shrank back up into his scrotum and he
and the first female trotted off leaving the freshly fucked brown female behind
to recover her senses. Hector hurried to load his weapon before all three left,
he still didn't know the range of the missiles. The male and first female were
about one hundred yards away with the brown bitch trotting twenty yards behind
before his fumbling hands loaded the tube and aimed. The brown bitches cunt was
still hot from the friction of her fuck and closest to Hector so he was
surprised when his missile veered from the male ass he had aimed at and plowed
into the hot slash of the brown female. The two lead Centaurs heard her ungodly
wail, turned to see smoke billowing from her ass as it hit the ground followed
by the muffled thump of the warheads explosion and another mournful scream as
she fell to her side. The two survivors didn't wait to see more, they took off a
gallop and didn't stop for half an hour. Hector calmly walked to the downed
Centauress and lifted her limp arm. It had a pulse but a weak one, her breathing
was labored as her huge jugs rose and fell with less regularity and blood was
oozing from her mouth, nose, asshole and cooked cunt, now big enough to fuck
with a tree. The ravished female begged him for help or at least for death but
he ignored her pleas. He watched as her crys weakened and her eyes grazed over.
She suffered for five minutes before her body shuddered and with a gurgle, died.
Hector had never seen a bitchmare dropped so easily and he still couldn't quite
believe his luck as he set out on the last phase of his test.
The high flying Harpies were untouchable except for a very lucky shot with a bow
or rifle and the rebels didn't have many guns. They could circle above and rain
their death down on any male caught out in the open without fear of reprisal, he
must prove his weapon against them. Hector traveled to the boundaries of their
territory and waited for his chance. When the lone Harpy appeared in the sky he
pointed the tube at her and fired. Still thinking of the missile homing in on
the brown Centauress he watched as the smoke trail followed the dips and turns
of the Harpy before drilling up between her legs for the kill. It dawned on him,
even as Donella's body was racked by high velocity steel shot and fell lifeless
to the ground, that the missiles would seek out the heat of a female twat. He
traveled back to his camp as fast as possible to spread the news of his
discovery and plan the best way to use their new weapon.

Chapter 4:
Rescue

Serena's troops were getting sloppy. The Harpy raid illustrated that with it's
four to one loss ratio. The problem, she surmised, was not enough actual combat
missions. Things had been to quiet for to long, a major skirmish was needed to
get the girls hungry for a large scale battle. Plus Serena wanted to add to her
power base. She needed to drive either the Centauresses or the Harpies
out of the territory. When she received an intelligence report from a spy
routing a secret trip that Vulvna, Queen of the Centauresses was making to meet
with Clitia, Ruler of the Harpies to discuss a truce and reports of a new Femazi
weapon, she knew she must act. She could not let the bitchmares and the
birdwomen, as the Femazi called them, pool their strength against her. She had
to find out what this talk of a new weapon was about for they had not made any
refinements to their weapons in a decade, also it would sharpen her soldierettes
fighting skills, lift moral, and could provoke the major battle she needed. The
guerrilla skirmishes of the past years put her troops at a disadvantage, the
rebels would ambush small patrols and massacre the women before they could
reload. Survivors faced gang rape from the hated males before they were killed.
She wanted a major engagement where the firepower of her entire army would
decimate her foes.
She sent for Hilda, sergeant of her personal guard, ordered her to pick twelve
good shots from the regular army bitches and set an ambush for Queen Vulvna.
Hilda was ordered not to kill the Queen, she must be brought back for
interrogation. Serena's planned to join the twins in the dungeon and the three
of them would rape the Queen before torturing her and throwing the Centauress to
the mutants. A Centauress had never been executed by lethal fuck of a mutant and
Serena wanted to see how long it took for one of the big four legged bitches to
die after the mutants filled her ass with acid.
Hector and Marcel, leader of this band of rebels, stood in the torch lit bunker
examining their new found power. They now had enough firepower to arm their
entire clan and break free the chains of bondage for the males of their race.
Marcel listened in wonder as Hector recounted his tests of the weapon, his mind
reliving the horrible death of the hated Femazi slut. Marcel had watched his
father's throat slashed by a drunken Femazi when he was eight. That day he had
run away and joined up with the first rebel clan he found and now twenty years
later he ruled that clan. The two men covered the opening to their treasure and
set out on the two day journey to the main camp were they would round up some
men and wagons to haul the booty.
Hilda's troop hid in a rocky ledge halfway down a hill. The Queen's entourage
should pass directly in front of and below them. She thought it was the perfect
ambush.
The eight guards escorting the Queen kept their eyes on the skys for though
Clitia had agreed to the parlay there was no trust between them. This far from
the Femazi base they did not expect much trouble from them, they had pretty much
left the Centauresses alone. Most of the Femazi battles were with Harpies who
were known as the second meanest race on the planet.
The Queen was easy to pick out, her golden blond hair matched her gold helmet
and the gold breastplate that held in her forty four inch bustline. A jeweled
leather cloak cover the golden white fur of her back and extended down her sides
and muscled ass. The heavy leather would provide some armor against arrows fired
from the sky. The eight guards wore nothing save shiny silver helmets and the
leather belts that held their quivers and sheaths. Even if they had armor, it
would not stop the bullets of the Femazi. Their firm large breasts rode high on
their muscled chests and their long silky hair flowed out the helmets and down
the sleek backs. The eight magnificent females had pledged their lives for the
Queen and today the pledge would be called in.
Hilda spotted the Centauress party as it approached and warned her twelve
assassins to aim well and hold fire for her command. The twelve sluts crouching
down in the rocks knew better than to disregard the order. If the Queen was
killed and Serena deneighed her pleasure, they would replace the bitch in the
arms of the mutants. Hilda waited until the party was almost directly in front
of them. "First rank fire", she barked and four of the lovely assassins rose,
aimed, and triggered their weapons. The air was filled with the thunderous
report of the four weapons firing as one. Recoil from the guns jerked the girls
and their tight black halters strained to keep their ample tits still. "Second
rank fire", she called, and four more sexy bitches repeated the firing process
while the first four crouched back to begin the reload process. "Third rank
fire", and the last four sluts added their smoke and noise to the battle.
At that moment, traversing the path on the opposite side of the hill, Marcel led
his expedition of men and wagons back to the weapon bunker. The sound of the
guns told him that the hated Femazi were in a battle with someone, perhaps a
band of rebels that needed his help. The missiles could wait, he had a chance to
even the score against the bitches. Ordering a few men under Hector's command to
remain with the wagons, he charged up the hill to the sound of the guns.
The lead Centauress saw from the corner of her eye the four black clad
two-leggers rise and started to sound an alarm. "Ambush!! AAiieeergh", her
warning turning to a gurgle as four heavy lead slugs slammed into her olive skin
and brown fur. One tore a huge hole in her left breast while three more slammed
into her massive side and ripped her lungs. The staggering mare managed to stay
on her feet a few seconds and as the second rank of Femazi rose they also
targeted the lead guard. The sledgehammer effect of four more slugs drilling her
lungs and guts flipped the dying female on her side but she had bought her Queen
a few more precious seconds. "Protect the Queen" was the call as the
Centauresses moved in tight to shield the Queen with their bodies while reaching
back for bow and arrow. One more guard was hit. As the brown skinned, black
furred beauty reached back for her arrows, the third rank of two-leggers fired.
She was their target. A round drilled under her raised arm. Two hit her rear
flank and one gutted her. Mortally wounded, she staggered drunkenly and fell.
The first rank of gun women, having reloaded, rose to acquire a target but by
now the Centauresses were shooting back. Even as the guns barked and plowed four
bullets into the creamy white breasts of a red headed mare, retaliatory arrows
streaked up at the assassins. The dying Centauress, her firm high tits riddled
and bloody, hadn't yet hit the ground as the Femazi began to take casualties.
One shaft took a standing slut in the upper thigh near her vertical gash. A
minor wound, but enough to knock her on her ass and out of the fight. Then a
tall, full busted brunette grunted and sat back on her wide posterior as an
arrow sliced up into her belly. Hilda saw the gutted bitch fall, moaning and
twitching and changed her order, "fire at will". Now the women could take cover
from the rocks and not stand and fire in ranks, giving the dead-eye archeresses
less of a target.
One more Centauress went down in the perforating hail of fire, her heart
lacerated by hot lead, then another took rounds that ripped her lungs and she
fell, spitting her life blood on the dirt. A dusky Femazi bitch, aiming down on
the trapped mares, took an arrow in the eye and was dead before she hit the
ground.
As Marcel crested the hill the odds were eleven to four but his men changed that
with their first volley into the unprotected backs of the unsuspecting Femazi.
Two of the foxy gun girls positioned near Hilda suddenly stiffened and fell
forward onto their surprised faces as rebel arrows filled their sleekly curving
backs and asses, protruding out from the taught female flesh like porcupine
quills. Hilda spun around and saw the rebels descending on her position, drawing
back their bows for another volley, and she knew that the Femazi were now in a
hopeless trap. The woman panicked as arrows began to whiz around her. Not
wanting to die with an arrow painfully ripping through her sensitive areola, she
decided to flee. signalling to a busty blond with an hourglass figure to follow,
she ran from the fight. Nicole, Hilda's lover, saw her signal and ran after her,
leaving the rest of the doomed troop to battle for their lives.
Another big titted blond Femazi saw her bug out and was about to follow when she
sighted a rebel nearing her with bow drawn. She turned at him and fired, her
shot drilling his heart, but his finger relaxed in death and the bow twanged.
The next instant it's arrow tore through her black halter as it buried itself in
the right side of her chest, ripping a pillowy 42 DD boob. She went to her
knees, then down on one hand as the other supported her impaled tit. As she
bends down, the gasping blond beauty's shorts pull up into the crack of her ass
giving a Centauress below a clear view of her cunt lips. The mare's aim is
excellent and her arrow rips up the blond's love tunnel, raping the two legged
bitch with an orgasm of sharp steel. With the second sturdy shaft buried deeply
in her womb, the sexy bitch falls, howling like a stuck pig.
The gunfire slackens as Femazi fall, but the whoosh of arrows does not. A
Centauress is wounded in the foreleg but her return shot splits a pretty black
two-legger's neck. The gagging woman grabs her throat while spinning to the dirt
to drown in her own blood. Another two-legger crys and falls with a feathered
shaft protruding between her taut knockers. A perfect heart shot, she dies
almost instantly.
A tall red headed Femazi, realizing their lethal predicament, wants to take the
Queen out before she dies. She stands, legs apart, and aims at the golden breast
plate. The gun never fires, it clatters to the rocks while it's owner grabs at
the arrow sticking out of bulge in the front of her shorts and falls, screaming
in pain. A Centauress was quicker to react and the upward angle of her shot has
driven the deadly shaft into the bitch's pussy dropping a second Femazi tart
with an arrow's steel point is firmly imbedded in her womb.
It ends quickly for the last three Femazi. The rebels are inflamed with
bloodlust and the bitches are trapped, unable to surrender. With rebels above
and Centauresses below, the doomed sluts try to hide in the rocks. There is no
escape as one by one, the frightened females yelp in pain, twitch and die as
arrows thud into their heaving hooters.
A rebel soldier is ordered to pursue the two fleeing women and races after them.
The girls have a good head start but after a chase of about a quater mile he is
in bow range of the rear female. With just a guess for range and windage, he
draws back fully on the bow and releases a shaft. He cannot follow the flight
but suddenly the girl falls. Ignoring the fallen tart for the moment, he takes
up pursuit of the other Femazi. After another half mile, he gives up. She has
out distanced him and gotten away. He will return to the troop, stopping to pick
up the fallen girl.
Meanwhile Marcel and the rebels find themselves facing the surviving
Centauresses. Both sides stare uneasily at the other, bows still raised. Marcel
and his men, having the high ground and the numbers could easily finish off what
the Femazi started, but on a hunch he lowers his bow. Queen Vulvna watches the
men who have rescued them, her bow still aimed, for she thinks they may turn
their attack on the remaining Centauresses. When one male lowers his bow she
also play a hunch and lowers hers. The remaining guard follow her lead and lower
their weapons. Seeing the display of trust, Marcel orders his men to stand down,
and check for survivors. With empty hands outstretched he walks down the hill to
meet this beautiful Queen.
His men find only four Femazi alive, a small blond girl with a shaft in her
thigh near her crotch will survive and she will be handed over to the mares to
deal with. The red headed bitch with a shaft in her womanhood, the twice
skewered blond and the busty gut shot brunette probably have wounds so serious
that they would not survive the journey to the Centauress home or the rebel
camp. Most of the rebels clamor for the Femazi to be executed on the spot. Since
they will die anyway of their wounds, Marcel allows the executions. It would not
be as mercyfull as Marcel would have hoped. The girls are dragged to their feet
and roughly stripped of their halters to expose six soft mounds of tit. Then
their shorts are cut away and the girls are naked. Realizing their fate, the
three doomed girls, arrows still buried in their bodies, struggle in the arms of
the rebels restraining them. This causes their naked tits to bounce and jiggle.
The rebels decide a volunteer should execute the girls and a battle scarred man
with cold steely eyes steps forward and draws a long, wicked looking knife. He
walks pasts the nude sluts, the wavy double edge of the ten inch dagger in plain
sight of their terror filled eyes, and stops in front of the plump brunette.
"You first, bitch", he says sadistically. His eyes run up and down her full
body, stopping on her crotch. "Looks like your cunt still works, can't have
that." "Wouldn't be fair to your buddies there", he said while nodding at the
two girls with impaled twats. Even as the words left his mouth the shining blade
was wrenched up between the girl's chubby thighs.
"Aaaiiieeeeegh!" She bellowed, repeating the scream as the blade was withdrawn.
Over her pain she trembled as the blood covered blade nears her dangling melons.
Not wanting to spoil his aim, the executioner grabs brunette's right breast to
hold it still and after tasting her fear engorged nipple, slams his knife deep
into the quivering boob just under it's dark areola. The doomed girl crys out as
the blood spills out over her soft skin and also begins to fill her lung. She
yelps one last time as her killer twists and tears the raping blade from her jug
and slams it into her full left tit angling toward the center of her chest
cavity and the throbbing blood pump it contains. Blood spurts from the massive
wound in one last rush as the heart contracts it's last. Her dead carcass is
dropped to the dirt.
With a long wooden shaft buried deep in her right tit already, the blond is
spared the first knife thrust and only takes a deep stab wound to the left
hooter. But she takes it slow. She wails and writhes as the sharp point
punctures her soft nipple, razor edges slicing her melon meat; and trys to back
away from her impending death but is held fast by the men gripping her arms. The
sharp cold steel is slowly forced deeper and deeper into the yielding boob.
Finally the blade passes between her ribs and rends her heart. The big blond
beauty gives out one last gasp and slumps down in the grip of her captors. They
drop her lifeless hulk to the dirt.
The red head, blood seeping down her long legs from her ravished cunt, is
screaming and begging for her life. The relentless executioner appraises his
last victim and nods admiringly at her firm upthrust breasts and pale pink
nipples. She takes his smile as a sign of hope but her fate is sealed. The smile
changes to a sneer and he tears the arrow from her snatch. The girl's mouth
drops open and her eyes bulge but before she can cry out, her breasts receive
the same deadly right, left thrusts from the bloody steel blade that doomed her
sisters. Her corpse drops over that of her dead comrades. The surviving Femazi
watches her sisters die in shocked horror, not knowing what her fate will be.
One of the rebels, a young man called Artos has turned away, feeling physically
sick at the vicious slaughter of the wounded captives.
The Queen and two of her guard are unhurt, while one has a leg wound and one lay
on her side with a slug in her guts. Leaving the Femazi corpses behind as a
succulent meal for the buzzards and jackals, the rebels bind the last Femazi and
drag her to the Centauresses.
The Queen speaks to Marcel, "I thank you for my life and that of my guards for
we would be dead if you had not intervened." "We are in your debt and while we
have battled in the past, I now offer you our friendship." Marcel had played the
cards right, in one stroke he had killed some of his hated enemy and made an
allie of another. "Radiant Queen, if the Femazi are your enemy, than I am your
friend". "Let us forget past differences and forge an alliance against these
witches". "If you will do the same, I will order my entire clan to cease all
hostilities against your race and I offer as a token of my bond, this prisoner".
The Queen spoke again. "I will do as you ask and will also order any male
two-leg prisoners or slaves released". "Thank you your highness and may we bring
up our wagons and carry your wounded to our camp for treatment?" Marcel replied.
"We thank you again sir, now I must return home and inform our race of the
peace". "Till we meet again." The Queen and her two guards turned and dragging
the wounded Femazi, galloped back the way they came while the white mare with
the leg wound spoke to Marcel. "I've been with the Queen a long time and I think
she is quite taken with you." Marcel didn't say so but he was pretty taken with
the graceful Queen.
Winded from the chase, Joseph had retraced his steps back to the downed Femazi.
She still lay face down where she fell. Joseph's arrow protruded from her upper
right leg, just inches below the hard mound of her buttock. He took hold of her
shoulder and rolled the girl on her side. Then he saw the big reddish blue
bruise on her forehead, the fall had killed her. No, he revised his thoughts,
she was still breathing. It was shallow but regular. He didn't envy the headache
his fallen enemy would suffer later. Jeseph appraised his quarry more closely.
She was young, no more than seventeen or eighteen, and quite pretty. Her body
was equisite, well muscled and firm with high hard breasts. They were big but
not overlarge, maybe a large C or small D cup. A tiny waist swelled into a firm,
well rounded ass, perfectly shaped and muscled legs were only marred by a smear
of blood. As he rolled her back, she finally began to stir from unconciousness.
As it revived, Nicole's mind replayed it's last memories. The horror of her
first battle, Firing her weapon and actually seeing other living beings gasp in
pain and fall. Then the sight of her friends dying by her side. Hilda deserting
her command and Nicole cowardly following. She remembered running in panic, then
a sharp pain, then nothing. Now as the cobwebs cleared from her eyes, she was
aware of someone standing over her. She lifted her head and felt the sharp edge
os a sword by her neck.
"Surrender or die"! The loud words barked into her aching head. Nicole nodded
her submission, not really caring which choice the man took. As soon as she
submitted, the sword was removed and his voice took a much softer tone. Joseph
was not a violent man. A farmer before being forced into the arms of the rebels
by land grabbing Femazi policies, he really had no stomach for killing unless
forced.
Joseph's problem now was returning to the troop with his captive. He had to
remove the arrow and bind her wound. Warning the girl of his intentions and to
expect some pain, his placed his left hand on the silky smooth skin of her leg
and grasped the arrow with his right. Pressing hard on her leg,he quickly jerked
the arrow out. Luckily for Nicole, it was not a deep penetration. She yelped
once and it was over. Bandaging the wound presented another problem. Joseph had
a cloth pad to cover the wound but nothing to hold it in place. He hit on the
answer and slipped his knife under the halter of the girl. The sharp edge sliced
the black fabric and he had his bangdage. He cut the halter into two pieces, one
of which he tied around Nicole's supple thigh, the other around her wrists. As
he helped the girl up, he couldn't help but stare at the glorious breasts on the
girl. Carnal feeling were rising in him that he hadn't felt in a long time but
he had to get back.
With Nicole in the lead, they started back to the scene of the massacre but it
soon became apparent that Nicole was to groggy to walk unaided. Joseph had to
catch her twice when she stumbled and her leg was having trouble taking the
weight. He decided to untie her hands and assist her. They walked back with her
arm over his shoulder and his around her waist like one would support a wounded
commrade rather than an enemy.
Back in the valley, wagons were brought up and the white mare laid in one while
the moaning, gut shot female was being helped into the second. Joseph approached
and was met by several of the men. He saw the lustfull looks in their eyes and
spoke loudly, "This girl is my prisoner and I have given my word she will not be
harmed". Marcel heard the rukuse and added his support.
"There has been enough death today, leave her be".
Joseph helped the wounded girl into the first wagon and the group set out for
the rebel camp. Nicole would never now how lucky she was not to have been
captured by the Centauresses.

Back in the rebel camp the bullets were removed from the wounded females and the
white was up and around in two days. She got to know many of the men, the first
time in her life that she really talked with two-leggers. Her name was Myra and
she was a beautiful female with large white breasts and long pink nipples which
fascinated the men and stirred urges in their loins. One evening as she rested,
the stroking of a hand on her soft tit awakened her. It was a pleasant feeling
so she did not cry out or remove the hand, instead she reached up and took the
man's head and directed it to her breast. His mouth encircled her turgid nipple
while his hand continued to massage the other mound. The mare groaned and
pressed his mouth harder into her tit and he tasted her sweet milk spurting down
his throat. Her hands undid the buttons of his pants and wrapped around his
growing cock and balls. Even though she never laid with a two-legger male she
seemed to know what to do as her lips encircled the rim of his cockhead as she
playfully pinches his balls. She ran the tip of her tongue up the hard vein on
the bottom of his penis up and around to circle the split tip. He responded by
kneading her firm tits, spraying her warm milk on his chest as he kissed the
soft fur of between her front legs. Feeling the man nearing explosion she raised
her firm ass to her knees and nodded her head. The man knelt behind her tush and
engulfed his tool in her massive hips. Her ass quivered as his hard schlong
split the pussy lips of her wet cunt. Her tail teased his face as he pumped into
her waiting cavern till he could hold it no longer and his hot jism filled her
vagina. Myra felt her body tighten as she orgasmed with him, the juice from her
pussy dripping off her vertical lips. The spent male shrunk out off her hot hole
and licked her ass and pussy clean which brought on another orgasm for the
female. She turned to him and returned the favor, licking the milk from his
chest and the cum from his cock. Soon he was hard again under her skilled tongue
and she took his next load deep in her throat. They fell asleep that way, his
soft dick head still in her mouth.
The gut shot Centauress developed an infection with a high fever and was not
expected to live. The men took turns keeping her cool with wet rags and after a
week the fever broke. She healed quickly after that and soon both mares were
fucking the willing rebel males. The big asses of the Centauresses could take
all the hammering the guys could give and the mares would service ten or twelve
cocks a night. All things must end and soon the mares had to return to their own
kind. After thanking the humans for their hospitality and their sperm, they said
goodby to the males and left for their own land, promising some day to return
the favors.

Chapter 5:
Retribution

After leaving the two wounded Centauresses in his camp, Marcel continued on his
quest to recover the missiles and this time he uneventfully made the trip and
recovered the weapons. On the return trip his band was spotted by two high
flying Harpies who quickly returned to their camp and gathered a small force for
an attack on the interlopers. This time the males spotted the harpies in the
distance and made for some woods where the clawed killers would have trouble
maneuvering. The men had more than enough missiles to down all the Harpies but
Hector had not had time to show anyone except Marcel how to handle the weapon.
As the Harpies swooped out of the sky and zoomed between the trees firing their
arrows, the men took cover under the wagons and tried to lock on to the fast
moving witches with their bows. Ignoring the rain of steel tipped death, Marcel
and Hector pulled a case of tubes and several boxes of missiles off the wagon
and dragged them to cover. The man next to them grunted and lay still with an
arrow stuck in his ear. A Harpy flying too low and straight over the wagons
dropped from the sky screaming with a shaft buried in her soft underbelly.
Now loaded, the missile tubes spat flame and five firm feathered asses soon
erupted in flame as the two men loaded and fired as fast as they could. The air
filled with the high pitched crys of the brutalized bird women. A locked on
Harpy suddenly reverses direction and the warhead, scencing the cooling,
detonates, filling her breasts and belly with shot. One more Harpy, stunned by
the explosions, took an arrow in her left tit. Her hands still held the skewered
boob as her head smashed the dirt. The three survivors broke off and fled as
fast as their wings would carry them but it was not fast enough. Two more downy
pussies ate the hot metal shafts, turning the love holes to cooked meat before
the warheads blew their wombs open. The last bitch was two hundred yards away as
the tubes were reloaded. Hector slapped Marcus on the back and said, "She's all
yours". The last missile spit from the launcher and covered the distance to the
birdwoman in seconds and flipped her over in the sky as it split open her pink
pussy lips. Even at that distance they could her her death scream as she fell
from the sky, her twat obliterated.
The gut shot birdwoman lay stunned, face up and is surrounded by the men. The
wounded Harpy is tall, full figured, and with her legs splayed apart, the soft
pink of her pussy is an inviting sight to the lonely males. Four guys hold her
arms and legs while a fifth puts his hand on her soft belly around the arrow and
pulls it out. The renewed pain jerks the Harpy back to consciousness and she
opens her eyes to the sight of a long turgid penis nearing her dry pussy. She
had no fight left in her as the big male member reamed into her cunny and every
thrust brought a stab of pain from her wound. His rough gnarled hands mawwed at
her tits and he fucks her till his seed spews into the warm hole. Several other
men take turns fucking the dying female and as the last guy spews his hot load
into her overflowing cunt, his cock still embedded in her twat, he pulls a knife
and stabs the luckless Harpy in the left hooter to finish her off. Another group
of rebels are taking turns buttfucking the dead tit shot birdbitch.
Ten Harpies have now fallen to this weapon and none have survived to inform
Clitia of the balance of power shift.
The Femazi prisoner was more dead than alive by the time Queen Vulvna returned
to her palace. The arrow had snapped off early leaving the point buried in her
soft thigh. Most of her uniform had torn away and her bare breasts and back were
covered with cuts and bruises. The high boots had protected her slim legs but
her ass had several lacerations. It didn't matter, an attack on the Queen
brought the death penalty no matter what race. She had to be held up by two
guards as the judge sentenced her. She could choose the method of her death, to
be fucked to death by male Centaurs or have four Centaurs tied to her arms and
legs and have her limbs ripped off and bleed to death. She chose the former.
Unlike the evil Serena, Queen Vulvna did not like to watch the execution,
instead meeting with her advisors about the new alliance with the male
two-leggers. They agreed that the Femazi must be destroyed before peace could
come to the lands and felt that without their evil influence stirring up trouble
perhaps the Harpies could be tamed.
While the cabinet was setting up plans to have Marcel and his staff visit the
Centauress palace for a formal summit meeting and dispatching a messenger to
Clitia appraising her of the Femazi attack, the lone surviving assassin was
being prepared for execution. She was dragged to the prison yard and stripped of
her shredded shorts. A narrow wooden bench sat in the center of the yard and she
was tied face up to it. Her arms were lashed behind her head and her boot clad
legs spread out and tied down. The trussed blonds pink tipped breasts rose and
fell with her panicked breathing, the golden patch of her love mound was wide
open between her bound legs as she lay under the hot sun awaiting her fate. Her
eyes fell on the first Centaur led to the yard, he had been aroused by the
guards using a bottled pussy scent and hand job and his massive cock was hanging
fully extended below his groin. Her resolve to die well departed as the fourteen
inch long cock neared her twat. "Nooooooo," she wailed as he stood over her
prone body, his chest squashing her tits flat. His massive thighs pressed on the
insides of her legs as the huge prick found her slit. The bulging cockhead felt
like a fence post as it spread apart her unwilling pussy lips and forced it's
way deep up her love tunnel. The bitch's blond head jerked back and forth in a
mixture of agony and lust. The big male bruised her thighs with his pumping
while the bound bitch's breath began to shorten and her wails turned into gasps
of pleasure. Her long brown nipples were hard as the stallion's cock filling her
cunt. Then, with one great thrust his prick drove all the way into her womb and
gushed forth a geyser of hot white goo, filling her with his seed while the
bitch threw her head back once again and wailed out her own pain racked orgasm.
She took the second male almost willingly, the lust overcoming her fear and
pain. His cock was almost as big as the first but her stretched pussy took it
better. By the time the third Centaur had shot his load, the bitch was slipping
into uncontiousness. The fifth one killed her, His cock was longer and thicker
than the other and her heart could not take the stress and failed as more jism
overflowed her now torn and bleeding pussy. The dead body was thrown out to be
food for the scavengers of the night.

Chapter 6:
Double Dealing

Clitia is incensed and worried, the patrol sent out after the male two-leggers
has been slaughtered. She has flown to the battlefield and viewed the carnage.
The men must have some new type of gun she surmises, as the dead Harpies have
the same type of wounds as Donella. She has lost nine of her flock of birdwomen
and only one male corpse litters the field. If she cannot find a way to counter
this weapon she might be forced to leave the territory. Her mood doesn't improve
when she returns to her roost and is informed by the Centauress emissary of the
truce between the two-leg males and the Centauresses, as the bonding of their
two forces would certainly overthrow her rule. The four legged female assures
Clitia that the Centauresses have no wish to continue hostilities with the
Harpies and will not attack unless provoked. She is invited to join the upcoming
summit meeting. Clitia agrees to send a delegation, thinking she may discover
the secret weapon. Meanwhile she dispatches her emissary to Serena to discuss an
alliance with the Femazi.
Hilda returned to the Femazi city with word of their defeat. Serena listened
calmly as Hilda told of the surprise attack by the rebels. As she finished her
tale, Serena walked to the woman and drove her fist into Hilda's bare gut.
"Damn cowardly slut, you should be dead along with those girls and you'll wish
an arrow had found your heart when the mutants take you". "Take her away".
"No please not that, let me kill myself, shoot me, not the mutants" screams the
girl as Irma and Eva dragged her to the cages and stripped her naked. Her plump
ass made an inviting target for a sodomizing mutant but her pink pussy made a
better one. Serena wanted her to suffer so she was placed with only one mutant.
He began pawing the heaving breasts of the big naked redhead as she was locked
in his cell. He walked around the shrinking bitch grabbing her ass and crotch as
his cock began to grow. Grabbing her red locks he forced her to her knees and
plunged his dick in her mouth. The pre-cum burned her lips and tongue as her
teeth scraped the rigid shaft. He pushed the bitch flat on her back and drilled
his cock into her dry pussy. His rough hands mauled her tits as he nailed her
like a jackhammer. With an illiterate growl he spewed his poison in the warm
vagina. He fell back to rest as the doomed slut doubled over in agony clawing at
her burning twat. She thrashed around for ten minutes when he, aroused by her
movements, began to grow again. Pouncing on the writhing bitch he drilled her
burning cunt again and after she took more abuse he came, renewing the supply of
burning juice. Her weakened uterus broke down under this new load of acid and
the killer liquid released into her abdomen. She took another ten long minutes
to die while the lust mad mutant continued to pummel her pussy.
Clitia's emissary Aura along with two aides took to wing to parlay with Serena
and along the route they surprised two rebels and captured them without a fight.
The men were still sleeping in the early morning when the bitchbirds dropped
from the sky and wrapped their talons around the mens waists. With one twist of
their legs they could rip the men wide open. The rebels surrendered and were
bound. The great wings of the three Harpies strained to lift the two men and
trailing a white flag and two prisoners the group glided into Femazi territory.
The two men were sent to the dungeon to amuse the twin blonds while the two
Harpy guards were given a room to rest in. Aura was taken to Serena's private
chamber.
Serena greeted her guest reclining on her bed in a long satin red gown which was
open to her navel. Aura stood in front of the woman and her eyes could see up
the slit of the gown to the gold bush. Serena had vowed to bed one of these
Harpies and she had a good one here. Aura stood almost six feet and her silky
white hair fell over large smooth tanned breasts that rode high and proud on her
chest. The large areolas were the color of almonds and the nipples, while not
long were thick and full. She had a tiny waist that flared into slender but
ample thighs attached to long lean legs. A puff of white down covered her love
triangle. Her long slender fingers ended in one inch claws and two inch claws
grew from her toes and heals. Deep green eyes over a slightly bird like pert
nose and full red lips made her face an exotic sight. Serena could feel her twat
moistening. "Don't stand, you must be tired from carrying those scum". "Lay next
to me and rest while we talk", purred Serena, ancscious to place her hands on
the soft down of the Harpies cunt. Aura was tired and Serena was an attractive
woman, she lay down facing her, their nipples inches apart. As they discussed
their mutual enemy and possible alliance Serena's leg slipped between the soft
thighs of Aura, bringing a moan to her lips which Serena muffled with a deep
tongue kiss. Aura's hand reached inside the open gown and found the large breast
of Serena hard with lust. Her claws scratched tiny red lines on the smooth pink
flesh. Serena now mouthed the full nipple of Aura while the clawed hands of the
Harpy explored the clit and ass of her host. Aura mounted her and ground their
tits and pelvises together while her tongue flicked the face of Serena. The
Femazi leader moaned and arched her back as the orgasm ruled her. She had never
cum this fast, this birdwoman was extraordinary in bed. Aura's great wings
flitted and she floated around to land with her face in the blond bush of
Serena. Her long bird like tongue flicked deep in her wet vagina while Serena
nibbled at the extended clitoris presented to her. Aura felt herself cumming and
sat up on Serena's face draining her pussy juice down the willing throat.
Turning again, Aura pulled Serena's legs thru hers until their cunt lips kissed
and the juices of the two cumming females mixed together. Several hours later
Aura awoke to find Serena, her pussy still mashed against Aura's, sucking her
long clawed toes. Aura licked the bottoms of Serena' feet and then climbed up to
embrace and french kiss her new lover.
The fact that the Harpies would ally with the Femazi was a forgone conclusion
after the torrid love match. Aura was slightly disturbed when Serena swore no
knowledge of a new type of gun. The three Harpies left for home the next day
after Serena and Aura spent the evening in lesbian bliss while Eva and Inga
slept with the other two Harpies. Serena told the Aura not to bother dragging
the rebels along, she would have them executed the morning after the night of
the dark moon, two weeks away. Until then the twins would have their way. Aura
vowed to return that morning and bitchfuck her lover as the males were beheaded.
With final fairwells the new allies wings beat and they lifted into the sky.
Down in the dungeon the two men were stripped nude and hung up from the ceiling.
Greta and Gerda then swayed provocotivly and kissed each others full lips. The
men watching the two beautiful tarts tried to think of other things but still
their cocks grew. The bitches looped thin rope nooses over the engorged genitals
and jerked the men up off their feet. They howled like dogs as the twin sluts
laughed and mooned the men, their puffy pussy lips inches from the men's cocks.
The sensuous blonds striped off their shorts and rubbed their golden haired
cunts over the men's asses and just when the men forgot the pain the noose would
be jerked again. The twin bimbos tired of that game and strapped the men down,
face up, on long narrow benches. Straddling the bound men, the bitches squatted
and pressed the cracks of their ample asses on the upturned male faces. The
pungent womanly aroma of sweat and bodily secretions overpowered the mens senses
as they struggled to breath in the confines of female buttocks. A new sensation
soon engulfed them, that of warm wet lips encircling their stiffening cocks. As
the girls bent down to deep throat the male members, their hot wet pussies slid
up to the open mouths of the two men. At this point the men hardly considered
their ordeal to be torture but when the girls stopped sucking to question them
the men still remained silent. The busty blonds again mashed their twats down
and mouthed the waiting cocks but this time they bit down hard on the vulnerable
shafts. Muffled by the furry qwuims, the men's howls were barely audible.
Despite the abuse, the penises remained rigid and long; and the girls were
horny, so....both bitches turned around and lowered their exquisite cunts down
on the waiting dicks. Greta and Gerda rode up and down on the willing cocks,
their magnificent tits swaying over the men's restrained faces. Rigid nipples
found waiting lips and were licked by long darting tongues. Both amazons groaned
and writhed as they neared climax. Both men also tensed as the explosion neared.
Gerda's man shot first, his hot love bullet scoring a bullseye in her womb and
triggering her scream of release. Greta rocketed off moments later as her stud
hosed her vagina with a stream of sticky goo. After the twins regained their
composure, they again questioned the captives, and when they got no response,
their anger resurfaced. The girls stood astride the prisoners, and emptied their
bladders on the faces of the gagging men. The men were torn between wanting to
fuck the two sluts again or kill them although in their predicament they could
no neither. After seeing that sex would not work on these men, the blonds kept
their shorts on and changed from a seductive torture to good old fashioned pain.
Though bloody and beaten, the two men never talked and after several days of
fruitless torture they were dumped in a dark damp cell to await execution.

Chapter 7:
A Change of Heart

The rebel delegation led by Marcel was enroute to the Queen's summit when three
Harpies appeared on the horizon flying away from the direction of the Femazi
city. They had not been spotted and Marcel had a feeling they were up to no good
so he decided to try to capture the Harpies and interrogate them. Hiding most of
his men, he had two men place shields on their backs and cover them with cloaks.
Then he had them kneel over the wagon wheel as if repairing it. The ruse worked,
two of the bitchbirds fired arrows into what they thought were the backs of the
men. Both men slumped over playing dead. The three killers landed and were
looking thru the wagon when the men sprang up and roped the wings of two
Harpies. The third fought off her attackers and flew away, dodging the arrows
loosed at her. "Your dead now slime", yelled the defiant Aura, "she will return
with an army to slay you". She was still cursing as Hector aimed the strange
looking tube. As the tube spit forth it's deadly contents it dawned on Aura that
she was looking at the deadly mystery weapon. Both bound birdwomen added their
screams to that of their missile fucked comrade as they watched the impact of
the missile and their comrades smoking ass as she hit the ground. They were to
stunned to realize that their lethal feet and hands were being bound. Marcel
needed to interrogate these females so he had them spread eagled to the ground.
He figured he would need to torture the information out of them so he had a fire
built and irons placed in it. While the bitch's minds were on the heating irons
he decided that a gang rape would help break their spirit. His men were all for
that as rebels didn't often have available women.
Though the smaller Harpy, who's name was Zina, was an attractive female; all the
men, Marcel and Hector included, wanted to start on the gorgeous Aura. As leader
Marcel had his choice and he mounted Aura while Hector took the smaller female.
Aura spit at him as he grabbed her tits and positioned his cockhead on her
vertical smile. He was well hung and his eight inch cock stretched her tight
pussy. She jerked around trying to free her snatch from the male invader but he
just pounded harder. Like most Harpies, she never had a male cock in her; they
reproduced from artificially inseminated eggs and lesbian sex was just for
pleasure. The longer he stayed deep in her vagina the more she liked the
feeling. Her jerking became thrusts timed to his. His mouth found her firm tits,
licked and sucked them. His lips pressed hers and she found herself responding
with her long tongue. She could feel her heartrate quicken with his and as he
stiffened and drove in as deep as he could to spray his jism in her womb she
arched her back and met his thrust with her own. Her orgasm took a full minute
to subside, after which she responded to his questions though a post orgasmic
fog as he eased her down by slowly and softly pumping her pussy with his still
hard cock. She told him of her meeting with Serena, the captives date with the
axe and the phony envoy Clitia had sent to Queen Vulvna's summit.
Meanwhile the smaller Harpy had discovered, like Aura, the pleasure of a male
cock and had drained five men before Marcel halted the fucking. The disappointed
men would get their's another time, now he had to warn Vulvna and save those two
men. Hector considered killing the two prisoners but Marcel pointed out they
would be of value confronting the phony emissaries. So the still tied Harpies
were lifted into the wagons, a task that found a lot of stray hands finding
Harpy ass and tit good handles, and taken to Queen Vulvna's palace.
Once at the palace, Marcel and Aura unmasked the phony delegation and the three
bogus Harpy diplomats were taken prisoner. The winged women tried to fight, but
were far outnumbered. Even as the head of the spys screamed out her disgust at
Aura, she was grabbed by three Centauresses and beaten to the ground. The other
two fared no better as hard fists pummeled their breasts and bellies and knees
drove into their groins. They were bound, searched and their belongings
inspected. When weapons were found hidden in their quarters, their fate was
sealed. They would be treated as spys and assassins. The three Harpy spys were
thrown in the dungeon to await their fate, death by archer squad. Aura and Zina,
were placed under house arrest until the rescue of the captive rebels had been
completed, but because they had been cooperative, they had more comfortable
accommodations in a guarded suite of the palace. The Centauresses and rebels
planned the rescue of the rebels held by Serena. Marcel used the knowledge of
the city he remembered as a boy along with everything he learned from his men
and Aura to formulate a plan that could work but some luck still would be
needed. After a long day of planning a large banquet was prepared and Aura and
Zina joined the men and Queen Vulvna's court for the feast. With their minds off
of military matters and the wine warming their blood, males and females started
to eye each other up with thoughts of a more carnal nature. Marcel, still
thinking of the great lay she was while tied down, wanted to find out how good
Aura would be when she could move around, but the big golden hips of the Queen
also promised a night of extasy. Hector had his eyes on the massive mammaries of
a light skinned Centauress named Cloe. Queen Vulvna was torn between the bulge
in the pants of the muscular man that had saved her life and the downy box of
Zina. Hector approached Cloe and whispered in her ear. She blushed, eyed the
bulging cock encased in his pants, and led him off. Other pairs of men and
Centauress left the hall to find privacy. Several pairs of females left
together, one male left with two Centauresses. Soon just Marcel, Aura, Zina and
the Queen remained. She broke the ice when knowing of her lusts and reading the
look in Marcel as his eyes danced between herself and Aura, she spoke, "Let us
all retire to my bedchamber and let what happens happen". The other three nodded
and followed Vulvna down a long hall to a large bedroom with a large soft
circular bed that would easily hold them all. The Queen removed her golden
breastplate and Marcel and the two Harpies gazed on the most perfect tits they
had ever seen. The tanned orbs were large, firm and rode high on her chest. Her
nipples were a reddish brown, long and hard, the areolas a miny tit of their
own. She took Zina's hand and pressed it to her breast as she lead her to the
bed. Aura removed the shirt and pants of Marcel and holding him by his growing
cock, led him to the bed. The foursome spent the next three hours engaged in
countless sexual combinations and variations finally ending in a pile of
sweating sleeping, spent bodies. Marcel had found the unbound Aura a wild and
passionate lover, while he also had his first taste of sweet mares milk and the
soft cushion of Vulvna's hips. The sexy little Zina was not left out as all
three females slept with pussies full of male jism.
The next morning Aura and Zina were returned, under guard, to their suite while
the three bruised and battered spys were dragged to the execution yard. Tall
poles had been set into the ground with steel rings attached about seven feet
off the ground. One Harpy was tied by the wrists to each pole with her body
stretched out till her toes just touched the ground. The sexy, strung up females
had vowed to die well for their leader and refused blindfolds. They faced a
squad of six Centauress archers with open eyes and defiant words. The brave
bitchbirds died well. The squad leader ordered her unit to aim and shoot. At the
short range, the aim of the archeresses was unerring. The full busted Harpy on
the left pole shuddered, but didn't cry out when six arrows ripped into her
proud bossom. Her head fell forward onto her chest as life blood stained her
white down. Two more quick commands, the twang of bows, the slurp of arrows
ripping tit and the middle bitchbird gasped her last, hanging like so much dead
poultry in a meat market. The last to die was also the youngest and prettiest of
the group. Her resolve began to fade as the Centauresses cocked fresh arrows and
turned in her direction. The large firm tits that graced her sultry body began
to shake as sobs of fear racked her voung virginal chest. As the command to aim
was given and she looked directly at the six instruments of her death, a gush of
hot yellow urine spewed from her soft flaring crotch and wet the dirt. In a
instant, the six arrows were loosed and the girls eyes bulged and mouth fell
open as her left tit was perforated by three shafts, two struck between her
twitching tits and one slammed into her right jug. Executions over, the dead
birds were cut down, the arrows removed from their bodies, and the corpses were
disposed of. Then, the joint forces of man and mare assembled for battle and set
out to destroy the Femazi.

Chapter 8
The Deception

The Harpie military was tired of literally getting their asses shot off. First
Donella, then the rebel raiding party and then Aura and one of her aides
disappear and the second aide found dead by the mystery weapon. Now a scout has
reported seeing a large force of Centauresses and male rebels approaching the
Femazi capital. Clitia gathers her air force for a massive strike against the
two-legger males and their four legged female allies. She now believes the
Femazi must be aided and the others destroyed then she and Serena can divide the
land equally. Clitia has heard many rumors as to Serena's sexual peccadillos and
thinks they would get along just fine after she helps defeat Serena's enemies
and becomes her bedmate.
Leaving their forces camped just out of sight of the Femazi city, Marcel and
seven men sneak into a forage wagon with the help of some male slave laborers.
At the end of the days work the laborers pull the loaded wagon back thru the
gate into the city conveniently leaving the wagon near to the gate and the
platform built for tomorrow mornings executions. As the dark moonless night
falls two things happen. The forces of Vulvna and the rebels inch closer to the
city and Marcel and three bowmen slip out from the wagon and scout the area. Two
guards on the gate towers are trying unsuccessfully to peer out into the
darkness. The guard at the gate bolt is fast asleep, so far luck is on their
side. A three foot high elevated platform of twenty feet square holding two
grooved beheading blocks sits near the front gate. A street separates the
platform from a row of two story housing units. "Perfect", thinks Marcel as he
leads his men to a building directly across from the platform. Entering the
building he can see it is some type of civilian home, the lower floor housing a
kitchen and a dining room. Softly creeping up the stairs they discover two
bedrooms each occupied by two sleeping women. The front bedroom has a large open
window facing the street and four stools are set before the window. Apparently
the women wanted to have a good seat to view the execution. Because the sleeping
sluts were civilian, Marcel did not feel they deserved to be murdered in their
beds. Doing one bedroom at a time the women were gagged and bound. Bringing all
four into the front bedroom they were strung up from a ceiling beam with their
arms stretched up over their heads. All four women were young and pretty with
slim waists and curving hips. Their breasts were average size though stretched
tight on the hanging women. Fear shown in their eyes as they hung dressed only
in frilly underwear, their curly bushes and nipples visible through the sheer
fabric. None of the three men with Marcel had attended the feast and thus had
not gotten their rocks off for some time. Marcel, who had tasted the fruits of
the exotic Harpies and Vulvna, stood watch for the three hours till dawn while
his men pawed and fucked the trussed up sluts.

Chapter 9:
The Order Changes

The sun was rising as the Greta and Gerta, the twin blond executioners, naked
bodies glistening with oil, climb the platform with heavy sharp beheading swords
in hand. One blond stands by each block, arms folded under her large naked
boobs, as the prisoners are led to the platform by four Femazi from Serena's
guard. To humiliate the men, they have been stripped naked and their limb dongs
sway to and fro as they climb the stairs. All the guards have their eyes on the
execution platform, the out of place wagon is not noticed. Upstairs in the
bedroom the sluts have been abandoned, hanging limply with semen dripping down
their legs, and the bowmen have taken up position by the window. Agreeing on
targets they nock arrows and wait. Serena and Freda arrive and take seats,
Serena is dressed in a bright red leather jacket tailored to follow her shape
and deeply V cut so the edges of her areolas are just peeking out. The matching
leather pants look painted on and when she sits, a good eye can make out the
puffy softness of her pussy lips. Her long blond hair is pulled up in a bun and
the ever present cigarette holder dangles from her left hand while she hold a
riding crop in her right. Freda, promoted to head of the elite guard since the
recent demise of the unfortunate Hilda, wears a uniform of a black halter
similar to the standard issue but with a white trim band around the bra cups.
The standard black shorts have been replaced with a red leather mini skirt that
accents the flame red of her hair, while the standard black boots remain. Her
polished saber and pistol glint in the sunlight.
With the two grappling lovers seated, the execution can begin. The men, at
gunpoint, kneel and place their necks on the blocks. The guard ports their arms
and salutes Serena. As she returns the salute, the two big blonds raise the
swords high over their heads. They have reached the full extent of the back
stroke and they are bent slightly backward with their long blond manes flowing
down to their firm full asses, long shapely legs spread and hips thrust forward
bringing their bushy blond pussies within feet of their victims. Their huge
naked breasts were straining forward and they awaited the command to kill when
Marcel yells "Now" to his assassins. Four bows twang as one, the blonds gasp and
stagger back, dropping the swords and clutching their wounded breasts. Four well
aimed arrows have thudded into the four identical tits and driven deep into the
muscular chests of the beautiful executioners. The razor sharp blades have
rended heart and lung, the two amazon bitches have become the executed. They
fall over backward with their knees bent and their thighs spread wide showing
everyone their pouting pink labia. As they die their hips make one spasmodic
thrust and two streams of hot yellow piss mix with the rivers of blood flowing
down from their skewered chests. The bowmen loose one more volley before running
down to the street, leaving the four ravished captives tied to the rafters.
Their second volley is equally effective as the two guards on the towers are
drilled in the bare patch of skin between their halters and shorts. Clawing at
their bellies they crash through a rail and pitch to the ground. With necks
broken in the fall, the two sexy corpses lay in unnatural heaps on the hard
earth. The other two arrows nail the lower backs of two of the elite guard as
they stand watching the blonds die, to stunned to react. The skewered girls
slump down, vainly trying to reach for the shafts buried in their backs. The
last thing they see is the two men jump up and turn toward them.
Meanwhile the naked men grab the last two elite guards, smash them to the
ground, kneel over them and choke the life from their evil bodies. Prisoners no
longer, they take the dead girl's weapons and join the fight. The men in the
wagon have been patiently waiting for a signal and the commotion in the yard is
it. They jump up thru the forage and two run to open the gate while two more pin
the gate guards back to the wall with well places arrows that punch thru their
chests. With the gate guards dead it's a easy matter to open the doors for the
main body of the army waiting to attack.
Serena is standing and screaming her rage as the two bowmen eye the evil despot,
spin toward her and quickly shoot. As the arrows meant for her chest are loosed
she grabs the startled Freda and pulls her in their path. The two deadly shafts
slice into Freda's black right D cup with a wet sticky sound. She turns her head
to Serena as soft hands try to squelch the flow of blood over her ravished
bosom, her eyes asking the question "why?". Sinking to the ground to slowly
suffocate on the blood filling her lungs, the beautiful, wanton redhead sees the
smirk of destain on Serena's face as she releases the wounded Femazi.
In the main Femazi barracks, third shift guards are finishing showers, trying to
get some sleep or, like the three girls off in one corner, engaging in personal
activities. Buddies since being drafted into the Femazi army, they hung out and
bunked together. Their late night patrol had been uneventful. After being
relieved they had returned to the barracks for some grub and a hot shower. A
quick wet down and soaping was followed by intimate lathering of each others
bodies, then a cool rinse off. The lustful threesome didn't bother to dry. They
left three wet trails back to their bunks. Sophie, a beautiful black skinned,
full busted girl, spread out a mat on the floor and began her routine of
exercises while Lea and Briggette flop down together in a bunk to enjoy the
view. It is a splendid view as Sophie does her leg splits and high stretches.
The dark gaping muff incites the passions of brunette Lea and blond Briggette.
They quickly find each others wet pussies with their groping fingers.
The idyllic moment was destroyed by the crys of, "The city is under attack"! The
three lovers along with the rest of the girl soldiers in the barracks, quickly
threw on uniforms, grabbed weapons and raced out to defend their homeland.
Meanwhile, the seven bowmen had taken up positions to defend the gate until the
attacking army can drive thru. Two men drop dead as the Femazi guns start to
mount some offense but the arrows have given four more impaled bitches a one way
ticket to hell. One of the first to taste bitter death was the new garrison
commander, an arrow driving into her open mouth as she barked commands. A girl
goes down to the slashing saber of a nude man, her once pretty face sliced open
like a ripe melon. Femazi troops climb to high points where they can fire down
on the men defending the gate and also into the massed troops converging on the
gate. The Femazi guns have a big range advantage on the Centauresses bows as
some of the lead mares start to take hits. Two mares have been wounded seriously
enough to fall out of rank though none killed when Hector, leading the rebel
forces riding in on the Centauresses backs signals for his missile men to open
fire. The air fills with smoke as scores of the small deadly missiles speed
toward the black clad love junctions of the Femazi sluts. The screams and
detonations blend together as hot metal cocks drill into lesbian love patches.
The force of a missile tearing through black fabric and roaring into the tight
pussy of a 110 lb girl lifts her off her feet. She is falling back when the
missile explodes and drops like a rag doll, the shocked anguish frozen forever
on her lifeless face. The missiles that pass between the inverted V's of spread
sexy legs detonate just behind the tight asses and pepper the butt checks,
assholes and backs with deadly shot.
The fire from the rooftops ceases as the witches lucky enough to not have a
missile lock on them, scramble for cover. A small young brunette of about
nineteen trys to make her way down to safety when an arrow drills up between her
legs and splits her pussy lips with it's steel blade. She falls backward off a
ladder clutching a cunt that will never taste male meat. The sexy bitch lands at
the feet of her assassin and he bends over her and drills her chest with an
arrow that rips completely through her body.
The allied forces have breached the wall and while the bowmen and Centauresses
start to drive to the center of the city and Serena's headquarters, the missile
squads, one man to aim and fire and one to load, take over the high positions
now littered with smoked Femazi. The long missile tubes would be awkward to use
in the tight confines and chaos of the city and Hector worried that the higher,
more exposed pussies of the Centauresses would attract missiles aimed at Femazi
cunt.
The squads were ordered only to fire at Femazi sluts if no mares were near but
as luck would have it a Centauress ran past a group of cornered Femazi just as a
missile was fired. The lethal projectile, aimed between the legs of a wide
hipped girl, changed course and slammed in between the mares firm butt cheeks.
The missile fucked mare reared up and spun down. "Damn," said the errant gunner
as the whump of the warhead mutilated her asshole.
Fate was on the side of good, having the men in high positions allowed them to
spot the cloud of Harpies approaching. Clitia had mobilized almost a hundred of
her most loyal followers and was leading the formation herself. Super weapon or
not she believes most of her force will get through and slaughter the men and
mares boxed in by the city streets. A missile has just slammed into a wall and
driven it's load of round steel death into the furburger of the blond witch
standing over the point of impact when the Harpies are spotted. The first
missiles spit out to the birdwomen when they are three hundred yards out. Clitia
hears the reports and the screams of the Harpies as the missiles explode over
their asses or between their legs. Down covered cunts are turned into ground
meat in an instant. Other Harpies near an external blast take pellets in their
wings, chests, and legs. Some can fly on but other soon lose altitude and land.
Some manage to land softly, others crash to the earth and break their sultry
bodies on the hard ground. At two hundred yards out Clitia has lost a fifth of
her force, at one hundred yards out a third have fallen, as she crosses the city
wall and can finally bring her arrows to bear, over half of her force is dead or
wounded. They manage to get some licks in, The rebel men become unintentional
shields for the backs of their mounts and many fall from the mares backs after
eating Harpy arrows. One big Centauress becomes a large pin cushion as a volley
of arrows thud into her back and ass. The mare rears up in pain but her legs
collapse and she falls over. Bleeding from ten wounds, she will die a slow
death.
But in pursuing the allied army into the city Clitia has flown her force past
the missile squads and they now have their hot pussies to the lethal tubes. Most
of the Harpies now take line drive shots up their love tunnels and the pain
wracked bitches are blown out of the sky. A few are wounded by rebel arrows and
are forced down, a few more have their breasts skewered by quick aiming
Centauress archers and crash down dead. Perhaps ten remain airborne when Clitia
eats an arrow in her shoulder that numbs her wing and she falls to earth. Seeing
their leader drop from the sky, the surviving Harpies try to gain altitude and
flee. Two more drop with their asses blown open before Hector orders his squads
to disregard the escaping bitchbirds.
The female resistance members take advantage of the attack to aid in the defeat
of Serena's forces. They singly and in small groups attack Femazi soldiers. Two
Femazi lovers are jogging down an alley to meet up with their outfit. They had
been in bed together when the alarm sounded and had hastily dressed and left the
barracks. One girl is a tall redhead with a 42 DD chest and the other is a short
brunette with nearly as ample boobs. Their four jugs are bouncing wildly with
the cadence, threatening to burst free from their restraining halters. The
brunette's do but they have unwanted help. As the soldierettes enter an
intersection, two resistance girls step out and slam roundhouse kicks into the
Femazi's bare guts. The brunette takes the kick high and under the boobs. The
soft, brown nippled tits fly out of her halter as she doubles over gagging. The
big redhead takes the kick square in the belly button and drops to her knees,
puking bile. She recovers quickly and blocks the second blow from her attacker,
a blond girl, fifteen ponds lighter and five inches shorter. The blond had tried
a second roundhouse to the head of the tall girl, but still on her knees, she
had gotten an arm up to block the kick. In the moments the blonds leg was up,
the redhead drove her fist into the vulnerable crotch. Now it was the blond's
turn to gasp in pain, her pussy felt like she had just delivered a baby. Both
girls struggled to their feet, faced off and prepared to continue their
struggle.
Meanwhile the brunette's attacker, a slim black girl with small hard tits and a
rounded ass, caught her under the chin with a front snap kick that flipped the
busty bitch on her back. The black beauty tried to stomp the Femazi's face but
the brunette caught her foot and twisted, dropping the black girl on her back.
Quick with her wits, the black girls back barely hit the ground before her other
leg lifted and dropped down. Her heel drilled into the brunette's already sore
guts. When the brunette did struggle back to her feet, the black girl was ready.
A flying side kick flattened the Femazi's massive left tit against her chest and
drove the air from the girl. She fell back limp and could not block the palm
strike that drove the bones of her nose up into her brain. Death was swift and
sure.
The redhead and the blond were trading punches and kicks. The long fingernails
of the redhead had racked red furrows down the cheek of the blond. She had torn
off the blond's blouse and her 38D breasts showed a bruise from the redhead's
fist. The Femazi bitch was winding up for another blow to the staggered blond
when the black girl pinned her arms behind her. The blond regained her balance
and nailed the soldierette with a spinning back kick to the cunt. The redhead
screamed and her eyes rolled up in her head but the resistance fighters were not
through. Enraged, the blond tore the halter off the dazed redhead and pummeled
her huge breasts with rights and lefts. All the while, the black girl held the
redhead up for more punishment and egged on the blond. The blond responded,
driving her knee up into the redhead's vagina, then a fist in the mouth that had
the Femazi out on her feet. Finally the blond cocked her fist to throw a fatal
finishing blow to the throat. It never landed, there was a load report and she
stiffened and fell forward, her head landing between the redhead's big breasts.
A Femazi patrol had surprised them and the blond slipped to the ground, dead,
with a bullet in her back. The black girl tried to back away using the redhead
as a shield. She tripped and fell, the redhead's weight coming down on top of
her. In a flash the patrol had her captive.
The four girls in the patrol were Serena loyalists and knew at once that the
black girl must be a subversive. They would hang her on the spot. With her hands
tied behind her back, the black girl was hoisted up by the neck. Her toes could
just touch the ground and she struggled in vain to keep the weight off her neck.
While two Femazi revived the injured redhead, the other two watched the death
struggle of the black girl. She was close to passing out when a male voice
boomed out, "Drop your weapons and surrender!" "Cut that girl down!" The tables
had turned again. A rebel force now out flanked and out numbered the Femazi
patrol. One of the Femazi, a stocky, dark haired girl; fired a wild shot and all
hell broke loose. She fell, howling horribly, an arrow sticking out of the love
mound outlined by her tight shorts. The girl next to her turned to run, took a
half step and sank to the ground without a sound. A bullet had punched her side
under her upraised arm and ripped lungs and heart. The squad leader, a blond
dyke with short cropped hair and small hard tits, tried to take cover. Before
she could, an arrow drilled her left eye and split her brain. Only two girls
were left, the stunned and bruised redhead and a dark latin girl. Then it was
one as the latin girl let out a grunt and grabbed her belly where it had been
ravaged by a hot chunk of lead. She was on her knees with her mouth open in a
silent scream when a second bullet tore off the top of her head. The redhead had
escaped the volleys because she had been laying flat on her back. Still dazed,
she began to stir as the rebels advanced and checked for signs of life. It was
to late to save the black girl. The only ones still breathing were the stocky
bitch who started the fight and the semi nude redhead. Even with swollen lips
and bruised belly and tits, she was a foxy bitch, arousing lust in the men. They
decided to take her captive, find a quite place and have a gang bang. The
brunette would be left behind. She wasn't much to look at and with the arrow in
her snatch, not very fuckable. After taking all the weapons, the rebels left the
girl laying in a pool of her own gore, ignoring her pleas for help.
Marcel has been pursuing Serena, who escaped from the fracas at the gate and was
attempting to get to her headquarters along with her remaining six personal
guards. She lost another guard when the stacked bitch turned to fire at the
pursuing man. He ducked into a doorway as the bitch fired then popped out and
drilled an arrow between her tits before she could react and she falls back,
arms and legs splayed out. Another arrow drives deep into the round ass cheek of
a tall almond eyed slut. She trips and stumbles but doesn't fall until an second
arrow nails her slowed form in the lower back. Marcel ignores the downed Femazi
and continues his chase. Seriously wounded, the almond eyed fox struggles to her
feet using her rifle for support. She staggers around a corner and finds herself
looking at the big rump of a Centauress. The mare looks back, spots the exotic
beauty in black and lashes out with her rear legs. Hundreds of pounds of well
toned muscle drive the mares legs with incredible force. The hard hooves nail
the girl in the chest, tearing her halter open and crushing her small hard tits
into her ribs. Bones break and puncture her lungs as the impact knocks her
backward to fall in the street. She coughs up big gouts of blood and dies not
far from were Marcel first downed her.
Sprinting around a corner, a heavy black girl found herself facing a dark
skinned rebel. Her rifle came up the same time his bow drew back. Even as she
squeezed off a shot, a sharp pain ripped her right leg. The man had shot first
but his aim was poor and the arrow had driven through her upper leg. Her return
fire hit the man in the guts and he folded up in the street. She limped to a
stoop and sat down. Her wound was not serious but she had to remove the arrow.
Gritting her teeth against the pain, she snapped the point off and pulled the
shaft back through her leg. She needed to bandage the wound to stop the bleeding
but all she had was her halter top. She pulled the garment over her head and two
immense boobs flopped free. After tieing the halter tightly around her leg, she
began to reload her rifle. The powder charge was pouring down the barrel when
the arrow struck. The Femazi bitch had forgotten about the rebel and though
mortally wounded, he had struggled to his knees and managed one more shot before
dying. This one had been on target, striking the sitting girl in the large dark
circle of her right areola. Her gun clattered on the paving bricks as she fell
over to the side. The arrow had driven in deep and only the feathers protruded
from the massive mammary. The lung shot girl tried to rise but only got to one
knee before collapsing back with blood pouring from her mouth. Her legs made one
feeble effort to crawl then quivered to a stop as she died.
A big black Centauress had a Femazi cornered, the young tart was a small petite
blond of about five foot four and 110 lbs. If not for the rifle in her hands,
she would look like a high school cheerleader. The big mare ordered the Femazi
girl to drop her weapon and surrender but the girl panicked and fired of a wild
shot that grazed the mares side. The retaliatory arrow hit the girl in her lower
side, driving thru her body. She fell back, crying in panic, "Oh God it hurts,
don't let me die. Help me!". The Centauress knew the girl was out of the fight
but she wasn't and couldn't take the time now to help her. She couldn't bring
herself to finishing off the wounded tart so she just left her and continued on
her way as the girls crys rang in her ears.
A rebel is pursuing a lone Femazi who has fired her weapon and when she stops to
reload, he catches up and swings a sword at her. The woman tries to turn and run
but the sword slashes into her back and cuts deep into her bare flesh. Falling
forward, the chesty brunette grabs at the side of a building as her long but
useless legs collapse. Her long fingernails scrape and break against the bricks
in a futile effort to support her body and she slumps down to the ground, blood
streaming from the deep slash in her back. The rebel stands behind her and grabs
her dark brown tresses and pulls her head back to slit her throat. She looks
pleadingly at him through tear stained big brown eyes for a quick death. Not
knowing why, he releases her hair and then drives his sword into her upper back
till the point rips through her heart and out the inside of her left breast.
The victorious male ran down the street and turned the corner to find himself
confronting another Femazi bitch. The tall auburn haired girl was unarmed but
she did not retreat from the swordsman, instead she assumed a low on guard
fighting stance. As the man, intent on adding a second kill to his score,
charged the girl; she quickly spun 180 degrees away from his weapon while her
rear foot shot out past his head then hooked back in. The heel of her foot
caught the guy behind the ear, dazing him. The girl continued her rotation with
her other leg arcing across in a crescent and her boot hitting the sword near
the pommel. The weapon flew from his fingers and clattered down well out of his
reach. Still reeling from the kick, the rebel lunged at the girl and threw a
hard punch at her face. She stepped in to block the blow, her left arm crossing
in front of her body to deflect his punch while her right hand delivered a palm
strike to his nose. Without giving him time to react, she hit him again, this
time a hard right punch to his guts. Then she shifted her stance slightly
sideways and drove a hard palm strike to his groin. Grabbing his genitals in her
right hand and his shirt in her left, she tore up on his balls while throwing
the gagging man on his back. The heel of her left foot driven into his mouth
took him out of the fight for good.
Something no one had planned for occurred when an errant missile slammed into
the door of the mutants cage blowing it from the hinges. The six hulking brutes
poured out into the city streets, their demented minds bent on rape. The first
one didn't get far, as he turned the corner, stroking his cock hard, intent on
finding a victim, a Femazi guard put a slug in his guts. Even with the lead in
his belly he had the strength to fall on the small woman and rip open her
shorts. She was pinned helplessly under his bulk as the piercing penis spread
her twat. His rough hands mauled her small breasts after ripping off the black
top. As his body shuddered and died the dangling balls spewed forth their lethal
seed and his teeth clamped down on her tit biting off her right nipple. The
raped girl writhed in agony under the dead hulk until another Femazi happening
upon the scene puts a bullet in the brain of the suffering soldierette.
The mutant brutes don't care if their victims are dead or alive. A dead Harpy
lays sprawled over a fence and a mutant drives his cock into her upturned bloody
ass. Her dead tits hang limp and sway as the brute pumps his hips on her soft
ass cheeks. Two rebels drive arrows into his back dropping him dead over his
unfeeling victim. Two mutants have spotted the big inviting asses of the
Centauresses. As the first one charges the wiggling butt of a mare, she see