1. In the World of Women (part 8)


    Date: 9/24/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Author: Lord of Mayhem, Rating: 70, Source: sexstories.com

    to roll her eyes in exasperation. Chang and I could have taken the position by storm yesterday, you idiot, she thinks to herself. “Very well, Colonel,” she replies. “I will arrange a truce and a meeting with the enemy leader immediately.” Without addressing a further word to Ming, the Colonel abruptly hits the disconnect button and the videoconference screen goes black. Ming is left alone with her feelings and they are decidedly mixed. On the one hand, I’d love to show up that bitch, Ming reflects, thinking contemptuously of the Colonel. On the other hand, there’s really no glory in recapturing a position that should never have been lost in the first place, she sighs to herself. Opening the door to her office, she calls out to Chang to send a party of cadets with a flag of truce to the enemy lines immediately. A cease fire is quickly agreed to. Cautiously, under a flag of truce, Cadets begin to pick their way over the corpse strewn battlefield. The hundred girl troop works in pairs, each pair carrying a stretcher. All of the girls wear surgical style face masks; not only will they be gathering up the dead from the previous day’s battle, but also the stiffened corpses of the cadets killed in the assault on Day 3. In all, the bullet riddled bodies of over 300 teenage girls are piled up on the field of slaughter. One group of cadets approaches a heap of corpses. On top of this pile of human flesh, lying face down, is the body of a 16 year old first class cadet. Two members of ...
    the stretcher party grab the body by both arms and fling it onto its back before rolling it onto their stretcher and carrying it from the field for identification and burial. The other girls attack the remainder of the twisted mass, disentangling arms and legs, and eventually remove 26 bodies, reclaiming for each girl the separate, individual identity that she had lost when her blood and flesh mingled with those of her sisters in their grotesque pyramid of death. Nearby, another pair of cadets approaches the body of a barefoot staff girl, lying alone and apart from her slain sisters. Putting down their stretcher next to the corpse, one of the cadets grabs the body under its arms, while the other grabs the dead girl’s ankles. Lifting the corpse, they then put it on the stretcher. The dead girl is a youngster, only 15, snuffed out the day after losing her virginity to an anonymous male. Her half closed eyes and slightly parted lips give her the appearance of only being asleep, but her blood drenched uniform tells a different tale. The front of her uniform is a darkened splotch, the fabric stiffened by the coagulated blood soaked into the fabric. The jacket is perforated by numerous holes, the entry ports for the .30 caliber machine gun bullets that riddled her body, mercifully killing her almost instantly. One of the cadets folds the corpse’s hands on its lap. The other retrieves the pair of high heels lying nearby and places them on the stretcher, next to the corpse’s head. The ...