Another story recovered from deadskirts. Unfortunately, there never was a part 2 to follow up.
"*This my first time at this. There is a plot, but you have to kind of follow it to find out. I wasn’t fully descriptive on all the girls so they are wearing whatever you want them to be. This is in honor of all of the other mass battle stories that I have read on this site. All characters are fictitious and any resemblance between anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.
It was around three in the afternoon when the whole world went insane. Blackjack was renting a little place near the college with his girlfriend Becca. She was a beautiful and busty brunette that had dimples when she smiled and big brown eyes. She had a heart shaped face and an amazing way of making him like he was on top of the world when he was with her. Unfortunately this was not the case when everything came unraveled. Blackjack was at the practice field running laps around the track that circled it. The baton twirling squad of the majorettes was out on the field and several people were there to watch, sitting in the bleachers, just hanging out and soaking in some rays. Behind the bleachers was a secondary field that was actually a range for the archery and shooting teams. They were separated by a large mound of earth so as to allow the archers to check their targets without having to worry about being hit by a stray round. It was an all female college but they didn’t have any issues if guys were there to run the track or just watch the practices. The college itself was an old high school. The city had built a new one and the women’s school seized the opportunity to buy it up and move in.
Blackjack was on his third lap and breaking a sweat when he saw a black van pull up and several women dressed in black business suits and skirts get out. They all wore shades and strode with a purpose as they split up and moved throughout the sports area. He began to slow his pace, something was definitely wrong here. Stacey, a red head that was sitting in the stands, looked up in time to see a blond agent walk over to her. Stacey was dressed in a pink t-shirt and blue jean cut offs. She had a great figure and loved nothing more that to show it off. Now a look of worry crossed her young and freckled face. “It’s not good to cross the agency Stacey.” The blond said in a very matter of fact tone even as she reached into her suit top and pulled out a 9mm. With no more ceremony than this she fired three rounds into Staceys’ prominent bosom, punching through the material and penetrating the both breasts with one round each, and putting one dead center.
“Ulllll!!!” Stacey cried as she jerked bolt upright to her feet. She looked at the wounds and knew it was her end. She could already feel the stirring in her loins that indicated she was going through the death climax she had heard about. Her hips thrust out at her assassin as if to invite a new target. Her eyes squeezed shut. “Ohhhhhh noooo, I’m going to cum in front of everyone!” She cried out in passion. Then the shame of her final moments were beyond her as orgasm swept her thoughts away and she dropped dead.
Jill had been Staceys’ friend. She was a tall Hispanic girl and although she was turned on by her bffs’ final moments she was also more than a little incensed that someone would come here and shoot her while they were trying to watch the practice and swap gossip. Now Jill would never know just how big of a slut Tonya really was. “Bitch!” she screamed as she pulled a gun out of her purse and noticed that her other friend Wendy was doing the same. Jill never got the chance to aim the weapon at the agent. Instead she was rewarded for her actions by taking a slug between her ample breasts. Her gun clattered onto the bleachers and she began doing a slow spin. “Nnnnnnnnnnnn!” She protested as her hands clawed at her shirt. The material ripped away to reveal her amazing tits even as she jutted her chest out as if to show them off, nipples erect from the ecstasy she was feeling. Her eyes were tightly shut and her teeth bared as she continued to turn and flash everyone around her. She knew that she was history but she also knew that by taking the slug she would let Wendy avenge her. Sweet petite little pigtailed Wendy. She felt her juices squirting in her shorts as she was wracked in climax and fell face first, one hundred and eighty degrees into her turn.
Wendy had her hand in her purse and her fingers around the Uzi tucked inside when Jill took her hit for the team. She didn’t look at her friend, nor did she pull out the weapon. Instead as the blonde gunwoman was starting to shift her aim over she just pulled the trigger sending the other contents of her purse flying in all directions. Lipstick, mascara, even her cell phone went sailing through the air, along with leaden death for the woman that had killed her two friends. Wendy would have guessed that the agent would have dropped with no more than a grunt of pain as the bullets chewed into her chest and stomach, but was pleasantly surprised when the woman locked her arms to the side of her body, fingers outstretched palms down and shrieked like a banshee.
“Yieeeeeeeeee!” She must have been a wildcat in bed. Wendy pumped the entire clip into the woman watching the white blouse under the black jacket turning red from the impacts. The agent still wore her glasses but the veins in her neck and face stood out prominently as she screamed through the whole process. The agent came up on her toes and then the clip ran out. “Haaa…Haaa…” she managed before dropping over backwards.
The cute young girl dropped the ruined purse and grabbed up Jills’ pistol. People around her stared on with shock. “What?” Wendy shouted at them. She then turned and opened fire on the majorettes practicing on the field, relishing in how they crumpled and screamed from each hit. Wendy was a crack shot. The white outfits with gold cord and buttons were splattered red as the girls dropped. One woman was shot in the through the cheek and stood with her hands to her face, knees together, toes pointed inward and wailed for a moment before dropping. Wendy was wearing a tank top and cut off shorts as well as flip flops. As she moved through the bleachers she chose to kick these off. She emptied the pistol into the majorettes as they began to scatter out of the perfect formation. The slide locked back and the gun girl screamed in joy before bullets began to exit her body from the front. She spun and faced the bleachers to see guns coming out of bags, ankle holsters and anywhere else one could imagine. They were pouring lead into the girl making her body shudder and breasts bounce with each impact. Finally one round hit her in the forehead and Wendy dropped her gun, her face screwed up in pain, teeth bared, hands at shoulder height clenching and unclenching. “Guuuuuuugh!” was her death noise as she fell backward and hung over the front railing, breasts thrust to the sky.
When the shooting started Blackjack threw himself to the ground, feeling the sun warmed heat of the track burning his exposed skin. He looked up to see the women dying and noticing the way in which they went out. He wasn’t expecting the bleachers and majorettes to also explode into violence. He made his way behind the bleachers opposite of where the action started at a low run. He saw a point where the ground sloped away that was behind a steel support. He made his way there and suddenly realized that there was a lull in the fighting. He could hear and see women in the bleachers and on the field cheering and screaming. His first thoughts were that they were celebrating the firefight but then he saw something odd in the bleachers.
Brian had been madly in love with Amy and she felt the same way toward him. They often came to the field just to enjoy one each others company. He was wearing grey running shorts, running shoes and socks and was leaning against her. She was whispering in his ear and running her hands across his bare chest when the gun battle began. At first there was shock, and then Brian noticed that there was no real panic, in fact, the girls were starting to jump up and pull out all sorts of firearms. He looked back at Amy and saw her standing with a revolver in hand. His mind tried to make sense of the scene as he looked back to the field where the majorettes were practicing. They were now returning fire and girls in the stands began to drop around him. He leaped to his feet to protect his love. “Amy get backkkrr!” bullets stitched up his rock hard abs and chest. He expected to feel pain but instead felt extremely aroused. Looking down he saw that his cock was jutting out the material of his shorts.
“I’ve got you baby.” Amy said soothingly as she pulled down his shorts and began to stroke his shaft. “Just let it all out. Let them see it. They want to see it.” And indeed all the girls had stopped shooting to observe her erotic ministrations. Even the girls on the field and in the stands across from them were watching in fascination. Some began to encourage Brian. “Shoot it out! Blow it baby!” Amy was running one of her hands across his chest while the other continued to work his manhood. She was kissing his neck and whispering into his ear. Brian felt a surge of orgasm that was overwhelming him as his chest heaved and cum began to race down his rod. “I’m…I’m…G..gonna…GOOOORRRRRRRR!!!” His juice squirted out of him in long ropes, flying in all directions. The girls were cheering and shouting at the site. His cock pumped for almost ten seconds and then his body relaxed and he slumped to the bleachers. Amy stood looking at him and then at the girls before her with pride before more automatic fire made a diagonal line from her right hip to her left shoulder. Her head flew back sending her hair flying out. Her beautiful breasts strained against her shirt as her body arched. She was going to be joining her boyfriend. “Yahhhhhhh!!!” she cried even as she released her juices into her shorts.
“What is going on?” Blackjack asked himself out loud even as he saw several girls run past him. They were attempting a very poor flanking maneuver. He was laying prone and they leaped over him as if he weren’t there, and they were giggling. This caused him to roll to his side. One girl in a miniskirt actually looked back and blew him a kiss before continuing on. Now Blackjack could look down on the rifle range and saw that the archers and the riflewomen were engaged in their own little battle. It looked like both sides were giving as good as they were getting but the body count was unreal. One young girl with a rifle was struggling to cock the weapon while still being able to play with herself and caught an arrow in her womanhood. She threw back her arms and had a look of shock on her face. “GuuuuuHHHH!!” She cried as she slowly fell back to the ground with one hand on the shaft. Next to her was another mewling woman who had been hit square in the belly button. She seemed to be fighting to get it out but her hips undulated in such a way that it seemed she was getting quite the enjoyment out of it. An archer was shot just below the throat and was walking across the back of the line of archers with her hand clutching the air just inches from the wound. Her mouth was wide open, her body bent over, one hand between her legs for the pleasure of her death.
“Someone help me!” Blackjack looked back at the scene on the parade field to see where the scream had come from. He spotted a very young brunette. She was tall with long hair and wearing denim shorts and a red tank top. She was racing toward the stands he was hiding behind with another woman in hot pursuit. The one following him was a red head, this was Tonya, the very one that Jill had been waiting to hear the gossip about. She was only wearing running shorts and tennis shoes and was wielding a large knife. Though shorter than her quarry she was doing a great job in keeping pace. Blackjack realized that the girl being chased wasn’t armed, looked scared, and didn’t seem to have any intention of confronting her attacker. Though this would be normal in everyday society, here, on this day, and in this place she was the exception to the rule.
The girl cut the corner at the bleachers with her shoes pounding the ground hard. She saw him laying there on his side watching the chase and leaped over him with no effort, graceful as a deer. Tonya, her shorter legs pumping hard, came on next. She also so him laying there but paid no more attention to him than if he had been a log lying in her way. She gave a light jump to clear him but, as she did, he raised his leg to trip her. It worked and she crashed into the ground with a thud and a shriek, her knife sailing out of her hands. Tonya’s prey was just looking over her shoulder hoping that the guy laying there would help her and saw that he had. She turned on her heels and came rushing back. By the time she got there Blackjack was already wrestling her to pin her arms to the ground above her head and Tonya was screaming and foaming at the mouth in rage. He was having a hard time restraining her and more than once her hand would slip free to reach for the knife handle. The girl she was chasing realized that something drastic had to happen or this could end badly. Straddling Tonya’s left leg she grabbed the knife and plunged it into Tonya’s belly button. It slid in smooth and Tonya actually rolled her hips as it sank to the hilt. Her back arched and the girl that would have been her victim could feel her moving her leg against her crotch almost as if she were trying to give her pleasure. Tonya took a deep gasp of air and announced. “Oooohhh, I’m dying like the whore that I am!” She held her arched pose even as the girl who had stabbed her leaped off of Tonya’s leg with a cry of disgust even as she pried the knife out of her. “Uhhhhhh!” Tonya cried as her running shorts went wet with her female juices and she slowly deflated like an old tire losing air.
Blackjack looked up at the young girl, she was shaking and staring at what she had just done. “Hey.” He said reaching out and touching her shoulder. She pulled away as if she had been shocked and then looked into his eyes. It was a pleading look, asking for help without needing to give voice to the request. “Look, we have to get out of here.” Blackjack told her. “I have a place just across the street. We need to get there and hole up until help comes or we can figure out what to do next. Do you trust me?” She nodded. “Okay then, take my hand and we are getting you out of here.” She did this and they rose into a low stand, slightly bent at the waist. Blackjack took one more look at the archer and rifle battle to ensure that none of them were suddenly taking interest in them. He saw two beautiful black girls with rifles trying to do a long flanking sweep on the archers. The whole field was open so the maneuver didn’t fool anyone. As they were lining up on the right side of the archer line they each took several arrows to their beautiful breasts. Both women dropped their weapons to clutch at the shafts even as they sank to their knees. They slowly sank backward bent at the knees. They looked to be twins, even in death they were indiscernible as the arrows had hit them both in the exact same locations.
With no further hesitation, Blackjack and his young companion raced down the line of the bleachers instinctively ducking their heads as the guns roared above them and splinters of wood showered down among them. What they didn’t see was the door to the locker rooms on the far side of the field bursting open and the cheerleading squad pouring out. They normally wore a white sweater that exposed their midriff and bore a red “A” in the center of the chest along with pleated red skirts, tennis shoes, and ankle socks. Now they were all armed with a variety of weapons and were piling out in various states of dress, undress, and distress. Now four of them had spotted Blackjack and his charge making their escape from the campus and they decided to give chase. One of the girls, a buxom asian with just the sweater to cover her magnificent body, took a round between the tits that lifted her off of her feet and sent her hard to the ground. “BlauGHH!” she cried as she took the lead. The remaining three paid no mind and continued on. Unknown to the cheerleaders, one of the agents, a beautiful brunette, had spotted them chasing Blackjack and the girl and decided to follow them as well.
When they got to the front door Blackjack fumbled to pull the drawstring out of the front of his shorts, his house key was tied to it so that he wouldn’t lose it, he tried to tell his hands to stop shaking but knew that time was of the essence. Finally he was able to get the key free and opened the door, ushering the girl inside. He slammed the door behind him and locked it. The girl was standing there watching him so he grabbed her by the arm and led her into the kitchen that was right across from the bedroom. There was a cut open section that formed an area used as a bar between the living room and kitchen. Blackjack pushed the girl down to the ground just under this and next to a safe. His hands still shaking, he began to try and apply the combination to it. In an effort to calm himself he tried talking to her while he worked. He had to look like he was in control of the situation or she may begin to go into a panic. “What’s your name?” he asked.
“B-Brittney.” She managed. “What’s yours?”
He thought for just a second and decided to keep her distracted from the battle raging outside. “Blackjack.” He said.
“Blackjack? Your name is Blackjack?”
“That was my call sign in the military. If we get out of this I’ll tell you my real name unless you can guess it before then.”
Brittney seemed confused at this but also seemed to relax a bit. “What are you doing?”
Blackjack hit the side of the safe when he miss-dialed the last number on the combo. “It’s a weapons safe, we are going to need some guns if we are going to protect ourselves.” He started over and had the first number in when a shotgun blast followed by a hard kick blew the door open and the three cheerleaders came rushing in. Blackjack had his right had on the dial and signaled with his left for Brittney to stay down. Brittney showed him the knife that she had taken from Tonya’s body and silently mouthed, “I’ve still got this.” Blackjack’s eyes went wide and he was starting to whisper in a harsh tone, “No don’t.” when his companion jumped up with a battle cry of “Die bitches!” and launched the knife at the cheerleaders. The blade went end over end and struck the girl in trail in the shoulder. Unfortunately, it hit her with the handle and then bounced out of the front door. Brittney ducked back down quickly and looked at Blackjack with fear in her eyes.
“Aaaaannnd there goes the knife.” He said matter of factly. He now began to dial at a frenzied pace although he didn’t believe that he would complete the task before they came through and into the kitchen. It was then that he heard a familiar voice.
Becca had been in the shower when Blackjack had come into the house. She had just stepped out of the shower when the door was blown open. She grabbed a towel and without thinking rushed out of the bathroom. Her actions were about to save the life of her man at the cost of her own. “What on earth is….GEYAYIEAAA!!” The leading cheerleader blasted Becca in the chest with the shotgun. Her eyes went as wide as saucers as her mouth dropped open in the scream. The towel fell to the floor revealing an amazing body. Becca came up on her toes and brought her legs together at the knees as she extended her arms and crossed her hands in front of her as though she could stop the pellets that had stolen her life. She dropped forward spinning so that she landed on her back, the look of shock still on her face.
“Noooooo!” Blackjack roared, ignoring the combination in his anger and grief at the loss of the woman he had loved. All three cheerleaders turned to him with weapons at the ready. It seemed that they were about to fire but then hesitated with a look of confusion on their faces. Realizing that they weren’t going to immediately open fire even managed to take Blackjack off guard for a moment. The ceasefire was brief, however, as the agent now came into the house with a pistol, firing first into the body of the shotgun wielding cheerleader, who was facing her. The cheerleader took a round in each breast, making thing jiggle sexily. She threw her arms in the air and fell back against the hallway wall, her chin on her chest as she slid down slowly, leaving a trail of blood smear on the wall as she went down.
The girl nearest her was the next victim, taking two rounds into her back. “Uhguh!” she cried dropping her weapon and crossing her arms in front of her. Both her and the remaining cheerleader turned to face their attacker at the same time. Their names were Emma and Rhonda, with Rhonda being the one shot and dying. Both were blonde with Emma standing head and shoulders over her friend. Also, Rhonda had on the full uniform while Emma wore just the skirt and now she stood, barefoot and bare breasted with her feet planted wide to confront their attacker. She would have been successful but Rhonda had gripped her by the shoulder, almost laying her head on her shoulder before sinking down to the floor. She wrapped an arm around her friends thigh and looked up at her as though they were lovers. “Wauuuugghh!” she cried. “I’m having a death squirrrrrtttt!” Emma didn’t hear this. She was busy dealing with the bullet in her right breast that had just been placed there by the agent. “Ahh, my tit!” she roared. Her face winced up and her teeth were clenched, her upper body was leaning back in a half turn at the hips. She raised her pistol to fire but was immediately hit in the other breast, the nipple being replaced by a bullet hole. “Ulll, my other tit!” She leaned back further, her legs spreading wide to keep her balance. She raised her hand and fired at the same time as the agent. The agent was hit in the center of her chest and driven back to the wall but her bullet found a target as well, right between Emma’s legs. “My cunt!” she cried, finally toppling straight down to land on her ass.
When the agent had come in blasting, Blackjack had ducked down to avoid being hit. He went back to the safe combination, cringing occasionally as the rounds were being fired. At long last he got the safe open, grabbed a Colt 1911A1 and a loaded clip and, after inserting the clip and cocking the weapon, came up at the ready. He was met with dead silence. It was an eerie calm much like finding oneself in the eye of the hurricane. The smell or cordite was strong and gun smoke made for a heavy cloud in the living room. Blackjack motioned Brittney to stay where she was and made his way out of the kitchen in a crouching heel to toe walk. He could see that the cheerleaders were dead just from looking at them and so was Becca. Now he looked at the agent, she lay against the wall with her feet planted on the floor and her legs spread apart. She was wearing pantyhose but no underwear. At first he thought she was dead as well but suddenly a moan escaped her lips. Her eyes opened and she looked up at Blackjack with pleading eyes. “Help me.” She managed.
“Absolutely.” He said walking past her to shut the front door. The gun battle out there was still raging and he didn’t want anymore uninvited guests. The door would shut due to the lock being blown off and so he placed a hall chair, normally used so he could take off his shoes when he entered the house, against it. For a moment he stared at the chair after he had repositioned it and thought of how Becca had been so adamant about him not tracking in dirt. Seeing her face in his mind’s eye brought a lump to his throat. Blackjack forced it back. He had to focus, this young government agent had saved them and now it was his turn to reciprocate. He went to her side and kneeled down. Looking at the wound he reached out gingerly to see if the material of her clothing was stuck to it. It wasn’t and he began to unbutton the white blouse. “Who do you work for?” he asked out of curiosity as much as to keep her from going into shock.
“The Agency.” She managed as a small trickle of blood went down the side of her mouth.
“It’s okay, take it easy, I know first aid.” He reassured her. “Which agency? Feds?”
The woman gave a small cough and shook her head. “No, not like that…the Verteen Modeling Agency. We..we were sent to terminate a formal model named Stacey, she was supposed to do a shoot with us last week but quit. Our new policy is…you don’t quit us…we quit you…couldn’t allow her to …get..away..with..”
“Okay, just relax. We’re gonna get you bandaged up real quick and try to get you to a hospital.”
“No.” the woman protested. “I don’t want you to bandage me up..I want…you to…take me.”
Now Blackjack stopped what he was doing. “What?”
“I..want to die…with you inside of me…or…just playing with yourself in front…of meeeE.”
The last part came out strained, she was in serious trouble. Blackjack looked at her pistol and saw that the slide was locked back. He was relieved she was out of ammo because she was starting to act strangely. It was then that Brittney emerged from the kitchen. “Is she going to be okay?”
A look of anger came across the face of the agent. “Miserable bitch!” she roared trying to take aim with the empty pistol. Realizing there were no more rounds she gave a low moan and arched her back. Wasting no time she began to rub the gun between her legs manically. “Ohhhhh yesssss, I’m dyingGGGGG!” and then she slumped back.
“What is this?” Brittney asked, staring at the now dead agent. “Why did she say that about me?”
Blackjack checked the agents pulse and then stood. “I don’t know. Something is going very wrong around here. Give me a hand.”
“Doing what?”
“Piling these four in front of the door so that no one can just barge in.” As he was saying this he had already moved the chair and was holding the door shut with his foot. He was pulling along the agent by the arms. Brittney didn’t seem to like the idea of this but realizing that it may be what kept her alive a little longer she finally rushed over to help.
As they were doing this task they were also talking, trying to figure out what had happened. Blackjack told her what he had seen and why he was there and then asked her for her side. “I’m not actually from here.” She said. “I have a really good friend that goes to school here and I just came down to visit.” Brittney said. “She was actually showing me around campus when the shooting started. It traveled like a wave, you could see girls down the line suddenly pulling out weapons and just shooting and stabbing each other. I looked at my friend Lexi and she had a gun in her hand and was screaming at the girls around her. She told me to come on but I didn’t want to. Then she tried to shoot me, calling me a traitor. She was aiming at me when her chest just exploded from some sort of machine gun. She was jerking and twisting and howling like mad. Finally she stopped and stared at me and whispered that she was having an orgasm. Then she died. I went into a sort of cloudy shock watching everyone around me and I would probably still be there but then this other girl was screaming and it snapped me out of it. She had a knife and was barreling down on me. I started running. I ran past other girls that would take a quick shot at me as I went by but none of them hit me. I was just trying to get away from it and as I got to the bleachers I saw you and that you were unarmed and I didn’t know if I could trust you or not but I was hoping that you would help me.”
“And at no time did you feel like joining in on the killing?” Brittney shook her head. “Maybe it’s something in the water.” He walked over to the body of Becca closed her eyes and mouth and picked her up, took her to the bedroom, and lay her gently down. Then he went to the linen closet and took a sheet to cover her. He sat with her for a moment, he wanted to let it all out and cry and scream but he had someone else to worry about and they needed to keep their cool. Allowing some emotion to come out as he released his breath through his lips, he pulled himself together and went back into the living room.
“I’m so sorry.” Brittney said.
Blackjack wanted to open up to her but he knew that it would lead to a minor breakdown and they couldn’t have that happening right now. He raised his hand. “It’s okay. Something I’ll deal with when I have the time. Now, about the water.”
“I’ve been drinking the water here since I arrived and I feel fine.”
“Good point, but maybe it takes a while before it kicks in. Then you see something violent and it triggers you to kill.”
Brittney furrowed her brows at this. “But only women. I saw a couple of guys and the ones that were alone were pretty much ignored. The others would get shot if they were with a girl. But when they were shot the girls would..uh…you know.” She made a circle with her hand and moved it up and down.
“Yeah, I saw something a lot like that myself. They were fascinated with it. It was the only thing that seemed to make them stop but then it fed the insanity.” He had moved back to the weapons safe and was rummaging through it as he spoke. A thought struck him and he paused for a second. “And then there is the agent. They started the whole thing by going after some chick named Lacey or something.”
“Stacey, she said Stacey.”
“Yeah okay.” Blackjack nodded. “Still though, the others got going over that shooting but these women went there to kill, and they looked like a government type of thing but they weren’t. So maybe they were acting on some sort of signal or something.”
Brittney thought about that for a moment. “Yeah, except that I don’t think the government dresses the women in tight skirts an stiletto heels. Plus they seem to enjoy dying. Like it’s a sexual thing for them.”
“Yeah, and that’s not right.” Now he went back to pulling out weapons and ammo. “I’ve seen plenty of people die in the military and they never act like that. It’s painful and ugly. Plus we try not to get hit. We use cover and concealment. Maybe it is something strictly at the school, after all Becca didn’t seem to violent.”
“But she didn’t have time to see the violence and react to it.” Brittney countered. “Was she, you know, wet…down there?”
Blackjack stood and looked at her hard. She realized that she just crossed a line and was more than a little scared. Then his features softened. “Okay, I’ll go look.” He was gone for just a moment and when he returned he now looked dejected. “She was. So it isn’t just at the school but it doesn’t affect you either because you are somehow immune or because you just got here. Also it doesn’t seem to affect guys unless they get shot. Plus the girls only target guys if they are with a woman. So you jump up and throw the knife but duck again. Then I stand up alone and it threw them off.” He shook his head. “What is it?”
“Terrorists.” Brittney said. “Gotta be. But why just the women, and like that, why not just make everyone go nuts?”
“Okay, good call on the terrorists, and I’m still banking on something in the water.” He thought for a moment and then started nodding. “If you want to exterminate a group of people you target the women.”
“What?”
Blackjack’s eyes were intense now. She could see that he was deep in thought as he was talking. “Look at it like this. You have a tribe of ten men and one woman that are near another tribe of ten women and one man. Initially the strength goes to the one with ten men, they have denser muscle mass and so on. But give it twenty years. If all of the women have a child every year the one with one woman has thirty one people while the one with ten women will have two hundred and eleven. In the end it isn’t important how many men there are so long as there is at least one, but we need women.”
“So right now this is happening all over the country.” Now Brittney looked sad. “They are going to wipe us out.”
“Well, no.” Blackjack countered. “You are the X-factor in all of this. I don’t think that it is an immunity question, there were lots of women in the stands and on the field and I didn’t see any of them acting like they didn’t want to fight. I think it is only happening here, a town with an all girl college. Like an experiment.”
“Would terrorists do that?”
He thought for a moment. “No, they would just go for it all at once and hope for the best results. After all, if nothing happens then no one knows that they did anything and they can always try again but if they show their hand then we can try to counter. I think that it may be from our own government.”
After all that she had been through, Brittney found herself laughing. “A government conspiracy? Seriously?”
“Think about it. We are all over the world in countries where the women are not combatants. Imagine how things would unwind for an insurgency if they suddenly took up arms and went nuts. Besides, who else would be able to arm all of these women with weapons like that. Automatic weapons are illegal.”
“Okay, regardless of who’s behind this, even if it’s little green men, what are we going to do now?”
Blackjack thought for a moment about that. “We wait until dark and then I will go out and find the best way out of town. I won’t be a target if I’m moving alone.”
“You hope!” Brittney said. “And I’m not just going to sit here waiting for some army of crazy women to storm in here. Those girls were fighting but they also worked in groups if they were in that group when they started. Sooner or later the will start looking for people to kill and then they will go door to door, after that they will probably start killing off each other. No, if you go, I go with you.”
“Fine, we load up on the weapons that we can use and then go out when it gets dark. In the meantime I will go over with you how to maneuver as a buddy team. If we move well we will have that advantage over these chicks that just charge straight in.” Blackjack now looked down at all that he had taken out of the safe and seemed satisfied. “We’ll go to the school first since that is where this all started. Maybe we can find some answers and a way to stop this.”
They went over the weapons and tactics that they would employ once the sun set. Brittney would have an AR-15 M4 carbine and a shoulder holstered Bernardelli .380 pistol. She would be wearing load bearing equipment (LBE) that consisted of suspender to hold up a web belt it had magazine pouches and some other equipment. She would be carrying 361 rounds of ammo for the M4 and three clips or 22 rounds for the pistol. He also loaned her a set of his fatigues which were a bit large for her but did work to camouflage her. Blackjack would have the 1911 in a side holster with three clips giving him 23 rounds and also he had an M1 Garand as well as an ammo belt for it that carried 10 clips with eight rounds per. He would also have a camel back for water and store some extra clips in there. They would gather ammo as they went. Blackjack also had a K-Bar knife while Brittney chose to arm herself with a kitchen knife. During the time that he was explaining how the weapons worked as well as how to make bounds to cover one another they could hear the shooting and screaming outside. Blackjack had tried to use his phone but the line was dead. Brittney had a cell phone but there was no connection there either. It was obvious that someone out there didn’t want any communication with the outside world. It was a sure bet that the roads in and out would be blocked. With all of the instruction out of the way the two of them settled into lonely silence, each alone with their own thoughts. Waiting for night.
Hoping that it wouldn’t be their last. "
"*This my first time at this. There is a plot, but you have to kind of follow it to find out. I wasn’t fully descriptive on all the girls so they are wearing whatever you want them to be. This is in honor of all of the other mass battle stories that I have read on this site. All characters are fictitious and any resemblance between anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.
It was around three in the afternoon when the whole world went insane. Blackjack was renting a little place near the college with his girlfriend Becca. She was a beautiful and busty brunette that had dimples when she smiled and big brown eyes. She had a heart shaped face and an amazing way of making him like he was on top of the world when he was with her. Unfortunately this was not the case when everything came unraveled. Blackjack was at the practice field running laps around the track that circled it. The baton twirling squad of the majorettes was out on the field and several people were there to watch, sitting in the bleachers, just hanging out and soaking in some rays. Behind the bleachers was a secondary field that was actually a range for the archery and shooting teams. They were separated by a large mound of earth so as to allow the archers to check their targets without having to worry about being hit by a stray round. It was an all female college but they didn’t have any issues if guys were there to run the track or just watch the practices. The college itself was an old high school. The city had built a new one and the women’s school seized the opportunity to buy it up and move in.
Blackjack was on his third lap and breaking a sweat when he saw a black van pull up and several women dressed in black business suits and skirts get out. They all wore shades and strode with a purpose as they split up and moved throughout the sports area. He began to slow his pace, something was definitely wrong here. Stacey, a red head that was sitting in the stands, looked up in time to see a blond agent walk over to her. Stacey was dressed in a pink t-shirt and blue jean cut offs. She had a great figure and loved nothing more that to show it off. Now a look of worry crossed her young and freckled face. “It’s not good to cross the agency Stacey.” The blond said in a very matter of fact tone even as she reached into her suit top and pulled out a 9mm. With no more ceremony than this she fired three rounds into Staceys’ prominent bosom, punching through the material and penetrating the both breasts with one round each, and putting one dead center.
“Ulllll!!!” Stacey cried as she jerked bolt upright to her feet. She looked at the wounds and knew it was her end. She could already feel the stirring in her loins that indicated she was going through the death climax she had heard about. Her hips thrust out at her assassin as if to invite a new target. Her eyes squeezed shut. “Ohhhhhh noooo, I’m going to cum in front of everyone!” She cried out in passion. Then the shame of her final moments were beyond her as orgasm swept her thoughts away and she dropped dead.
Jill had been Staceys’ friend. She was a tall Hispanic girl and although she was turned on by her bffs’ final moments she was also more than a little incensed that someone would come here and shoot her while they were trying to watch the practice and swap gossip. Now Jill would never know just how big of a slut Tonya really was. “Bitch!” she screamed as she pulled a gun out of her purse and noticed that her other friend Wendy was doing the same. Jill never got the chance to aim the weapon at the agent. Instead she was rewarded for her actions by taking a slug between her ample breasts. Her gun clattered onto the bleachers and she began doing a slow spin. “Nnnnnnnnnnnn!” She protested as her hands clawed at her shirt. The material ripped away to reveal her amazing tits even as she jutted her chest out as if to show them off, nipples erect from the ecstasy she was feeling. Her eyes were tightly shut and her teeth bared as she continued to turn and flash everyone around her. She knew that she was history but she also knew that by taking the slug she would let Wendy avenge her. Sweet petite little pigtailed Wendy. She felt her juices squirting in her shorts as she was wracked in climax and fell face first, one hundred and eighty degrees into her turn.
Wendy had her hand in her purse and her fingers around the Uzi tucked inside when Jill took her hit for the team. She didn’t look at her friend, nor did she pull out the weapon. Instead as the blonde gunwoman was starting to shift her aim over she just pulled the trigger sending the other contents of her purse flying in all directions. Lipstick, mascara, even her cell phone went sailing through the air, along with leaden death for the woman that had killed her two friends. Wendy would have guessed that the agent would have dropped with no more than a grunt of pain as the bullets chewed into her chest and stomach, but was pleasantly surprised when the woman locked her arms to the side of her body, fingers outstretched palms down and shrieked like a banshee.
“Yieeeeeeeeee!” She must have been a wildcat in bed. Wendy pumped the entire clip into the woman watching the white blouse under the black jacket turning red from the impacts. The agent still wore her glasses but the veins in her neck and face stood out prominently as she screamed through the whole process. The agent came up on her toes and then the clip ran out. “Haaa…Haaa…” she managed before dropping over backwards.
The cute young girl dropped the ruined purse and grabbed up Jills’ pistol. People around her stared on with shock. “What?” Wendy shouted at them. She then turned and opened fire on the majorettes practicing on the field, relishing in how they crumpled and screamed from each hit. Wendy was a crack shot. The white outfits with gold cord and buttons were splattered red as the girls dropped. One woman was shot in the through the cheek and stood with her hands to her face, knees together, toes pointed inward and wailed for a moment before dropping. Wendy was wearing a tank top and cut off shorts as well as flip flops. As she moved through the bleachers she chose to kick these off. She emptied the pistol into the majorettes as they began to scatter out of the perfect formation. The slide locked back and the gun girl screamed in joy before bullets began to exit her body from the front. She spun and faced the bleachers to see guns coming out of bags, ankle holsters and anywhere else one could imagine. They were pouring lead into the girl making her body shudder and breasts bounce with each impact. Finally one round hit her in the forehead and Wendy dropped her gun, her face screwed up in pain, teeth bared, hands at shoulder height clenching and unclenching. “Guuuuuuugh!” was her death noise as she fell backward and hung over the front railing, breasts thrust to the sky.
When the shooting started Blackjack threw himself to the ground, feeling the sun warmed heat of the track burning his exposed skin. He looked up to see the women dying and noticing the way in which they went out. He wasn’t expecting the bleachers and majorettes to also explode into violence. He made his way behind the bleachers opposite of where the action started at a low run. He saw a point where the ground sloped away that was behind a steel support. He made his way there and suddenly realized that there was a lull in the fighting. He could hear and see women in the bleachers and on the field cheering and screaming. His first thoughts were that they were celebrating the firefight but then he saw something odd in the bleachers.
Brian had been madly in love with Amy and she felt the same way toward him. They often came to the field just to enjoy one each others company. He was wearing grey running shorts, running shoes and socks and was leaning against her. She was whispering in his ear and running her hands across his bare chest when the gun battle began. At first there was shock, and then Brian noticed that there was no real panic, in fact, the girls were starting to jump up and pull out all sorts of firearms. He looked back at Amy and saw her standing with a revolver in hand. His mind tried to make sense of the scene as he looked back to the field where the majorettes were practicing. They were now returning fire and girls in the stands began to drop around him. He leaped to his feet to protect his love. “Amy get backkkrr!” bullets stitched up his rock hard abs and chest. He expected to feel pain but instead felt extremely aroused. Looking down he saw that his cock was jutting out the material of his shorts.
“I’ve got you baby.” Amy said soothingly as she pulled down his shorts and began to stroke his shaft. “Just let it all out. Let them see it. They want to see it.” And indeed all the girls had stopped shooting to observe her erotic ministrations. Even the girls on the field and in the stands across from them were watching in fascination. Some began to encourage Brian. “Shoot it out! Blow it baby!” Amy was running one of her hands across his chest while the other continued to work his manhood. She was kissing his neck and whispering into his ear. Brian felt a surge of orgasm that was overwhelming him as his chest heaved and cum began to race down his rod. “I’m…I’m…G..gonna…GOOOORRRRRRRR!!!” His juice squirted out of him in long ropes, flying in all directions. The girls were cheering and shouting at the site. His cock pumped for almost ten seconds and then his body relaxed and he slumped to the bleachers. Amy stood looking at him and then at the girls before her with pride before more automatic fire made a diagonal line from her right hip to her left shoulder. Her head flew back sending her hair flying out. Her beautiful breasts strained against her shirt as her body arched. She was going to be joining her boyfriend. “Yahhhhhhh!!!” she cried even as she released her juices into her shorts.
“What is going on?” Blackjack asked himself out loud even as he saw several girls run past him. They were attempting a very poor flanking maneuver. He was laying prone and they leaped over him as if he weren’t there, and they were giggling. This caused him to roll to his side. One girl in a miniskirt actually looked back and blew him a kiss before continuing on. Now Blackjack could look down on the rifle range and saw that the archers and the riflewomen were engaged in their own little battle. It looked like both sides were giving as good as they were getting but the body count was unreal. One young girl with a rifle was struggling to cock the weapon while still being able to play with herself and caught an arrow in her womanhood. She threw back her arms and had a look of shock on her face. “GuuuuuHHHH!!” She cried as she slowly fell back to the ground with one hand on the shaft. Next to her was another mewling woman who had been hit square in the belly button. She seemed to be fighting to get it out but her hips undulated in such a way that it seemed she was getting quite the enjoyment out of it. An archer was shot just below the throat and was walking across the back of the line of archers with her hand clutching the air just inches from the wound. Her mouth was wide open, her body bent over, one hand between her legs for the pleasure of her death.
“Someone help me!” Blackjack looked back at the scene on the parade field to see where the scream had come from. He spotted a very young brunette. She was tall with long hair and wearing denim shorts and a red tank top. She was racing toward the stands he was hiding behind with another woman in hot pursuit. The one following him was a red head, this was Tonya, the very one that Jill had been waiting to hear the gossip about. She was only wearing running shorts and tennis shoes and was wielding a large knife. Though shorter than her quarry she was doing a great job in keeping pace. Blackjack realized that the girl being chased wasn’t armed, looked scared, and didn’t seem to have any intention of confronting her attacker. Though this would be normal in everyday society, here, on this day, and in this place she was the exception to the rule.
The girl cut the corner at the bleachers with her shoes pounding the ground hard. She saw him laying there on his side watching the chase and leaped over him with no effort, graceful as a deer. Tonya, her shorter legs pumping hard, came on next. She also so him laying there but paid no more attention to him than if he had been a log lying in her way. She gave a light jump to clear him but, as she did, he raised his leg to trip her. It worked and she crashed into the ground with a thud and a shriek, her knife sailing out of her hands. Tonya’s prey was just looking over her shoulder hoping that the guy laying there would help her and saw that he had. She turned on her heels and came rushing back. By the time she got there Blackjack was already wrestling her to pin her arms to the ground above her head and Tonya was screaming and foaming at the mouth in rage. He was having a hard time restraining her and more than once her hand would slip free to reach for the knife handle. The girl she was chasing realized that something drastic had to happen or this could end badly. Straddling Tonya’s left leg she grabbed the knife and plunged it into Tonya’s belly button. It slid in smooth and Tonya actually rolled her hips as it sank to the hilt. Her back arched and the girl that would have been her victim could feel her moving her leg against her crotch almost as if she were trying to give her pleasure. Tonya took a deep gasp of air and announced. “Oooohhh, I’m dying like the whore that I am!” She held her arched pose even as the girl who had stabbed her leaped off of Tonya’s leg with a cry of disgust even as she pried the knife out of her. “Uhhhhhh!” Tonya cried as her running shorts went wet with her female juices and she slowly deflated like an old tire losing air.
Blackjack looked up at the young girl, she was shaking and staring at what she had just done. “Hey.” He said reaching out and touching her shoulder. She pulled away as if she had been shocked and then looked into his eyes. It was a pleading look, asking for help without needing to give voice to the request. “Look, we have to get out of here.” Blackjack told her. “I have a place just across the street. We need to get there and hole up until help comes or we can figure out what to do next. Do you trust me?” She nodded. “Okay then, take my hand and we are getting you out of here.” She did this and they rose into a low stand, slightly bent at the waist. Blackjack took one more look at the archer and rifle battle to ensure that none of them were suddenly taking interest in them. He saw two beautiful black girls with rifles trying to do a long flanking sweep on the archers. The whole field was open so the maneuver didn’t fool anyone. As they were lining up on the right side of the archer line they each took several arrows to their beautiful breasts. Both women dropped their weapons to clutch at the shafts even as they sank to their knees. They slowly sank backward bent at the knees. They looked to be twins, even in death they were indiscernible as the arrows had hit them both in the exact same locations.
With no further hesitation, Blackjack and his young companion raced down the line of the bleachers instinctively ducking their heads as the guns roared above them and splinters of wood showered down among them. What they didn’t see was the door to the locker rooms on the far side of the field bursting open and the cheerleading squad pouring out. They normally wore a white sweater that exposed their midriff and bore a red “A” in the center of the chest along with pleated red skirts, tennis shoes, and ankle socks. Now they were all armed with a variety of weapons and were piling out in various states of dress, undress, and distress. Now four of them had spotted Blackjack and his charge making their escape from the campus and they decided to give chase. One of the girls, a buxom asian with just the sweater to cover her magnificent body, took a round between the tits that lifted her off of her feet and sent her hard to the ground. “BlauGHH!” she cried as she took the lead. The remaining three paid no mind and continued on. Unknown to the cheerleaders, one of the agents, a beautiful brunette, had spotted them chasing Blackjack and the girl and decided to follow them as well.
When they got to the front door Blackjack fumbled to pull the drawstring out of the front of his shorts, his house key was tied to it so that he wouldn’t lose it, he tried to tell his hands to stop shaking but knew that time was of the essence. Finally he was able to get the key free and opened the door, ushering the girl inside. He slammed the door behind him and locked it. The girl was standing there watching him so he grabbed her by the arm and led her into the kitchen that was right across from the bedroom. There was a cut open section that formed an area used as a bar between the living room and kitchen. Blackjack pushed the girl down to the ground just under this and next to a safe. His hands still shaking, he began to try and apply the combination to it. In an effort to calm himself he tried talking to her while he worked. He had to look like he was in control of the situation or she may begin to go into a panic. “What’s your name?” he asked.
“B-Brittney.” She managed. “What’s yours?”
He thought for just a second and decided to keep her distracted from the battle raging outside. “Blackjack.” He said.
“Blackjack? Your name is Blackjack?”
“That was my call sign in the military. If we get out of this I’ll tell you my real name unless you can guess it before then.”
Brittney seemed confused at this but also seemed to relax a bit. “What are you doing?”
Blackjack hit the side of the safe when he miss-dialed the last number on the combo. “It’s a weapons safe, we are going to need some guns if we are going to protect ourselves.” He started over and had the first number in when a shotgun blast followed by a hard kick blew the door open and the three cheerleaders came rushing in. Blackjack had his right had on the dial and signaled with his left for Brittney to stay down. Brittney showed him the knife that she had taken from Tonya’s body and silently mouthed, “I’ve still got this.” Blackjack’s eyes went wide and he was starting to whisper in a harsh tone, “No don’t.” when his companion jumped up with a battle cry of “Die bitches!” and launched the knife at the cheerleaders. The blade went end over end and struck the girl in trail in the shoulder. Unfortunately, it hit her with the handle and then bounced out of the front door. Brittney ducked back down quickly and looked at Blackjack with fear in her eyes.
“Aaaaannnd there goes the knife.” He said matter of factly. He now began to dial at a frenzied pace although he didn’t believe that he would complete the task before they came through and into the kitchen. It was then that he heard a familiar voice.
Becca had been in the shower when Blackjack had come into the house. She had just stepped out of the shower when the door was blown open. She grabbed a towel and without thinking rushed out of the bathroom. Her actions were about to save the life of her man at the cost of her own. “What on earth is….GEYAYIEAAA!!” The leading cheerleader blasted Becca in the chest with the shotgun. Her eyes went as wide as saucers as her mouth dropped open in the scream. The towel fell to the floor revealing an amazing body. Becca came up on her toes and brought her legs together at the knees as she extended her arms and crossed her hands in front of her as though she could stop the pellets that had stolen her life. She dropped forward spinning so that she landed on her back, the look of shock still on her face.
“Noooooo!” Blackjack roared, ignoring the combination in his anger and grief at the loss of the woman he had loved. All three cheerleaders turned to him with weapons at the ready. It seemed that they were about to fire but then hesitated with a look of confusion on their faces. Realizing that they weren’t going to immediately open fire even managed to take Blackjack off guard for a moment. The ceasefire was brief, however, as the agent now came into the house with a pistol, firing first into the body of the shotgun wielding cheerleader, who was facing her. The cheerleader took a round in each breast, making thing jiggle sexily. She threw her arms in the air and fell back against the hallway wall, her chin on her chest as she slid down slowly, leaving a trail of blood smear on the wall as she went down.
The girl nearest her was the next victim, taking two rounds into her back. “Uhguh!” she cried dropping her weapon and crossing her arms in front of her. Both her and the remaining cheerleader turned to face their attacker at the same time. Their names were Emma and Rhonda, with Rhonda being the one shot and dying. Both were blonde with Emma standing head and shoulders over her friend. Also, Rhonda had on the full uniform while Emma wore just the skirt and now she stood, barefoot and bare breasted with her feet planted wide to confront their attacker. She would have been successful but Rhonda had gripped her by the shoulder, almost laying her head on her shoulder before sinking down to the floor. She wrapped an arm around her friends thigh and looked up at her as though they were lovers. “Wauuuugghh!” she cried. “I’m having a death squirrrrrtttt!” Emma didn’t hear this. She was busy dealing with the bullet in her right breast that had just been placed there by the agent. “Ahh, my tit!” she roared. Her face winced up and her teeth were clenched, her upper body was leaning back in a half turn at the hips. She raised her pistol to fire but was immediately hit in the other breast, the nipple being replaced by a bullet hole. “Ulll, my other tit!” She leaned back further, her legs spreading wide to keep her balance. She raised her hand and fired at the same time as the agent. The agent was hit in the center of her chest and driven back to the wall but her bullet found a target as well, right between Emma’s legs. “My cunt!” she cried, finally toppling straight down to land on her ass.
When the agent had come in blasting, Blackjack had ducked down to avoid being hit. He went back to the safe combination, cringing occasionally as the rounds were being fired. At long last he got the safe open, grabbed a Colt 1911A1 and a loaded clip and, after inserting the clip and cocking the weapon, came up at the ready. He was met with dead silence. It was an eerie calm much like finding oneself in the eye of the hurricane. The smell or cordite was strong and gun smoke made for a heavy cloud in the living room. Blackjack motioned Brittney to stay where she was and made his way out of the kitchen in a crouching heel to toe walk. He could see that the cheerleaders were dead just from looking at them and so was Becca. Now he looked at the agent, she lay against the wall with her feet planted on the floor and her legs spread apart. She was wearing pantyhose but no underwear. At first he thought she was dead as well but suddenly a moan escaped her lips. Her eyes opened and she looked up at Blackjack with pleading eyes. “Help me.” She managed.
“Absolutely.” He said walking past her to shut the front door. The gun battle out there was still raging and he didn’t want anymore uninvited guests. The door would shut due to the lock being blown off and so he placed a hall chair, normally used so he could take off his shoes when he entered the house, against it. For a moment he stared at the chair after he had repositioned it and thought of how Becca had been so adamant about him not tracking in dirt. Seeing her face in his mind’s eye brought a lump to his throat. Blackjack forced it back. He had to focus, this young government agent had saved them and now it was his turn to reciprocate. He went to her side and kneeled down. Looking at the wound he reached out gingerly to see if the material of her clothing was stuck to it. It wasn’t and he began to unbutton the white blouse. “Who do you work for?” he asked out of curiosity as much as to keep her from going into shock.
“The Agency.” She managed as a small trickle of blood went down the side of her mouth.
“It’s okay, take it easy, I know first aid.” He reassured her. “Which agency? Feds?”
The woman gave a small cough and shook her head. “No, not like that…the Verteen Modeling Agency. We..we were sent to terminate a formal model named Stacey, she was supposed to do a shoot with us last week but quit. Our new policy is…you don’t quit us…we quit you…couldn’t allow her to …get..away..with..”
“Okay, just relax. We’re gonna get you bandaged up real quick and try to get you to a hospital.”
“No.” the woman protested. “I don’t want you to bandage me up..I want…you to…take me.”
Now Blackjack stopped what he was doing. “What?”
“I..want to die…with you inside of me…or…just playing with yourself in front…of meeeE.”
The last part came out strained, she was in serious trouble. Blackjack looked at her pistol and saw that the slide was locked back. He was relieved she was out of ammo because she was starting to act strangely. It was then that Brittney emerged from the kitchen. “Is she going to be okay?”
A look of anger came across the face of the agent. “Miserable bitch!” she roared trying to take aim with the empty pistol. Realizing there were no more rounds she gave a low moan and arched her back. Wasting no time she began to rub the gun between her legs manically. “Ohhhhh yesssss, I’m dyingGGGGG!” and then she slumped back.
“What is this?” Brittney asked, staring at the now dead agent. “Why did she say that about me?”
Blackjack checked the agents pulse and then stood. “I don’t know. Something is going very wrong around here. Give me a hand.”
“Doing what?”
“Piling these four in front of the door so that no one can just barge in.” As he was saying this he had already moved the chair and was holding the door shut with his foot. He was pulling along the agent by the arms. Brittney didn’t seem to like the idea of this but realizing that it may be what kept her alive a little longer she finally rushed over to help.
As they were doing this task they were also talking, trying to figure out what had happened. Blackjack told her what he had seen and why he was there and then asked her for her side. “I’m not actually from here.” She said. “I have a really good friend that goes to school here and I just came down to visit.” Brittney said. “She was actually showing me around campus when the shooting started. It traveled like a wave, you could see girls down the line suddenly pulling out weapons and just shooting and stabbing each other. I looked at my friend Lexi and she had a gun in her hand and was screaming at the girls around her. She told me to come on but I didn’t want to. Then she tried to shoot me, calling me a traitor. She was aiming at me when her chest just exploded from some sort of machine gun. She was jerking and twisting and howling like mad. Finally she stopped and stared at me and whispered that she was having an orgasm. Then she died. I went into a sort of cloudy shock watching everyone around me and I would probably still be there but then this other girl was screaming and it snapped me out of it. She had a knife and was barreling down on me. I started running. I ran past other girls that would take a quick shot at me as I went by but none of them hit me. I was just trying to get away from it and as I got to the bleachers I saw you and that you were unarmed and I didn’t know if I could trust you or not but I was hoping that you would help me.”
“And at no time did you feel like joining in on the killing?” Brittney shook her head. “Maybe it’s something in the water.” He walked over to the body of Becca closed her eyes and mouth and picked her up, took her to the bedroom, and lay her gently down. Then he went to the linen closet and took a sheet to cover her. He sat with her for a moment, he wanted to let it all out and cry and scream but he had someone else to worry about and they needed to keep their cool. Allowing some emotion to come out as he released his breath through his lips, he pulled himself together and went back into the living room.
“I’m so sorry.” Brittney said.
Blackjack wanted to open up to her but he knew that it would lead to a minor breakdown and they couldn’t have that happening right now. He raised his hand. “It’s okay. Something I’ll deal with when I have the time. Now, about the water.”
“I’ve been drinking the water here since I arrived and I feel fine.”
“Good point, but maybe it takes a while before it kicks in. Then you see something violent and it triggers you to kill.”
Brittney furrowed her brows at this. “But only women. I saw a couple of guys and the ones that were alone were pretty much ignored. The others would get shot if they were with a girl. But when they were shot the girls would..uh…you know.” She made a circle with her hand and moved it up and down.
“Yeah, I saw something a lot like that myself. They were fascinated with it. It was the only thing that seemed to make them stop but then it fed the insanity.” He had moved back to the weapons safe and was rummaging through it as he spoke. A thought struck him and he paused for a second. “And then there is the agent. They started the whole thing by going after some chick named Lacey or something.”
“Stacey, she said Stacey.”
“Yeah okay.” Blackjack nodded. “Still though, the others got going over that shooting but these women went there to kill, and they looked like a government type of thing but they weren’t. So maybe they were acting on some sort of signal or something.”
Brittney thought about that for a moment. “Yeah, except that I don’t think the government dresses the women in tight skirts an stiletto heels. Plus they seem to enjoy dying. Like it’s a sexual thing for them.”
“Yeah, and that’s not right.” Now he went back to pulling out weapons and ammo. “I’ve seen plenty of people die in the military and they never act like that. It’s painful and ugly. Plus we try not to get hit. We use cover and concealment. Maybe it is something strictly at the school, after all Becca didn’t seem to violent.”
“But she didn’t have time to see the violence and react to it.” Brittney countered. “Was she, you know, wet…down there?”
Blackjack stood and looked at her hard. She realized that she just crossed a line and was more than a little scared. Then his features softened. “Okay, I’ll go look.” He was gone for just a moment and when he returned he now looked dejected. “She was. So it isn’t just at the school but it doesn’t affect you either because you are somehow immune or because you just got here. Also it doesn’t seem to affect guys unless they get shot. Plus the girls only target guys if they are with a woman. So you jump up and throw the knife but duck again. Then I stand up alone and it threw them off.” He shook his head. “What is it?”
“Terrorists.” Brittney said. “Gotta be. But why just the women, and like that, why not just make everyone go nuts?”
“Okay, good call on the terrorists, and I’m still banking on something in the water.” He thought for a moment and then started nodding. “If you want to exterminate a group of people you target the women.”
“What?”
Blackjack’s eyes were intense now. She could see that he was deep in thought as he was talking. “Look at it like this. You have a tribe of ten men and one woman that are near another tribe of ten women and one man. Initially the strength goes to the one with ten men, they have denser muscle mass and so on. But give it twenty years. If all of the women have a child every year the one with one woman has thirty one people while the one with ten women will have two hundred and eleven. In the end it isn’t important how many men there are so long as there is at least one, but we need women.”
“So right now this is happening all over the country.” Now Brittney looked sad. “They are going to wipe us out.”
“Well, no.” Blackjack countered. “You are the X-factor in all of this. I don’t think that it is an immunity question, there were lots of women in the stands and on the field and I didn’t see any of them acting like they didn’t want to fight. I think it is only happening here, a town with an all girl college. Like an experiment.”
“Would terrorists do that?”
He thought for a moment. “No, they would just go for it all at once and hope for the best results. After all, if nothing happens then no one knows that they did anything and they can always try again but if they show their hand then we can try to counter. I think that it may be from our own government.”
After all that she had been through, Brittney found herself laughing. “A government conspiracy? Seriously?”
“Think about it. We are all over the world in countries where the women are not combatants. Imagine how things would unwind for an insurgency if they suddenly took up arms and went nuts. Besides, who else would be able to arm all of these women with weapons like that. Automatic weapons are illegal.”
“Okay, regardless of who’s behind this, even if it’s little green men, what are we going to do now?”
Blackjack thought for a moment about that. “We wait until dark and then I will go out and find the best way out of town. I won’t be a target if I’m moving alone.”
“You hope!” Brittney said. “And I’m not just going to sit here waiting for some army of crazy women to storm in here. Those girls were fighting but they also worked in groups if they were in that group when they started. Sooner or later the will start looking for people to kill and then they will go door to door, after that they will probably start killing off each other. No, if you go, I go with you.”
“Fine, we load up on the weapons that we can use and then go out when it gets dark. In the meantime I will go over with you how to maneuver as a buddy team. If we move well we will have that advantage over these chicks that just charge straight in.” Blackjack now looked down at all that he had taken out of the safe and seemed satisfied. “We’ll go to the school first since that is where this all started. Maybe we can find some answers and a way to stop this.”
They went over the weapons and tactics that they would employ once the sun set. Brittney would have an AR-15 M4 carbine and a shoulder holstered Bernardelli .380 pistol. She would be wearing load bearing equipment (LBE) that consisted of suspender to hold up a web belt it had magazine pouches and some other equipment. She would be carrying 361 rounds of ammo for the M4 and three clips or 22 rounds for the pistol. He also loaned her a set of his fatigues which were a bit large for her but did work to camouflage her. Blackjack would have the 1911 in a side holster with three clips giving him 23 rounds and also he had an M1 Garand as well as an ammo belt for it that carried 10 clips with eight rounds per. He would also have a camel back for water and store some extra clips in there. They would gather ammo as they went. Blackjack also had a K-Bar knife while Brittney chose to arm herself with a kitchen knife. During the time that he was explaining how the weapons worked as well as how to make bounds to cover one another they could hear the shooting and screaming outside. Blackjack had tried to use his phone but the line was dead. Brittney had a cell phone but there was no connection there either. It was obvious that someone out there didn’t want any communication with the outside world. It was a sure bet that the roads in and out would be blocked. With all of the instruction out of the way the two of them settled into lonely silence, each alone with their own thoughts. Waiting for night.
Hoping that it wouldn’t be their last. "
