Femlib Victory 2 plus extra by tantalus I'm a big fan of Hardie's stories, which can be found in their own section in the library. This is an extended version of the 2nd part of the Femlib story. Check them out, they're pretty hot. Any feedback, (or complaints!) tantalus1970@yahoo.co.uk I have simply added my text to the original story, mostly after the original ending: The ambush is set and Mandy kills Brown in personal combat. By Hardie Hardiewh@aol.com This story contains scenes of a sexual and violent nature and should be read by adults only. So Far. The women of the Femlib army had managed to seize plans of an impending Chauv attack, and were making their own dispositions to counter the move of the male army. ............................. Lieutenant Colonel Andrea Morrison of the Femlib army shook her head in disbelief. "My God," she said, "can they do this? Where are they going to get the fuel for their trucks?" Since the world oil shortage, fuel for motor vehicles had become extremely scarce. From the military point of view it meant that armoured vehicles and aircraft were no longer available. Every drop of fuel was conserved by both sides for the use of personnel transport. And even that was used as sparingly as possible, usually only in emergencies. Fighting was once more down to battles between infantry units on the ground. This had given the girls of the Femlib army a distinct advantage over the male Chauvs. Without their 'toys', as Andrea called their tanks and planes, the men were faring very badly against the women. The girls of the Femlib movement found that they had more stamina over long hauls than men. Their officers were more flexible and open to innovative tactics. The girl soldiers were courageous and bold in attack and tenacious and tough in adversity. They maintained themselves and their equipment to the highest possible standards and were utterly ruthless when it came to killing men. The Femlib girls were ideal infantry soldiers! The supply officers had worked out very early on that the girls could have heavy machine guns and even heavy mortars at their disposal provided these weapons could be broken down into sufficiently small parts to allow them to be carried into action. From the vast array of arms stockpiled all over the world, the supply officers bought heavy weapons that which could be modified to fulfil their criteria. Thus the girls outgunned the men, who had mostly light machine guns and small, 2inch mortars. The few pack animals that still existed were mainly used for hauling ammunition and for mounted reconnaissance. Both sides were desperately trying to breed more animals, but it took a long time, and, in the meantime, most supplies of food and equipment had to be carried on foot to save precious fuel. Once more the female army had the advantage. They had several thousand male prisoners who were forced to act as porters for the female army. The male army had to rely on men and women too old to fight to do their portage. They had few female prisoners. The girls fought to the death! "It explains here," said Jackie, who had the advantage of having seen the whole of the captured plans decoded. "They found a fuel dump which had been laid down a year ago and not documented properly! Its existence had become forgotten. Now somebody's stumbled across it, and the Chauvs have just enough fuel for their trucks to do the journey required." "Right," acknowledged Andrea. She and her staff oficers turned to look at the large scale map of the area pinned to the wall. She used a large pointer. "Here is the valley: River running close to steep hills on its East bank: Track, passable by heavy vehicles in dry weather, running close to its West bank. Look at the contours here. Along most of the valley the ground slopes gently upwards from the plain by the track, for about three hundred yards, then rises steeply to about a hundred and fifty to two hundred feet, levels out for about thirty yards, then rises very steeply again. There is obviously a narrow plateau, like a shelf, running along the sides of a series of escarpments. The shelf is broken up by several re- entrants, here, here, here and here. Our heavy weapons teams and snipers will dig in just below the rims of the plateaux and will be invisible from the road. The lighter infantry units will occupy the re-entrants, ready to go into the assault when required. The lower slopes, Intelligence informs me, are covered in ferns; ideal cover for our girls. So, if there are any particularly high clumps of ferns, or dead ground which offers enough cover, get your assault teams in there, as close to the track as possible without being visible, and outside the field of fire of our HMGs (Heavy Machine Guns). I leave that decision to you. Miranda, I want you to take a half platoon armed with SMGs. Go up towards the head of the valley, cross the river where it's narrow, then work your way back down to the killing ground, where the river is fairly wide. Spread your girls out, about fifty yards back from the river bank. If any of the men manage to escape across the river, kill them! Any Questions anybody?" ................................ Jackie briefed her recce. platoon of forty eager young commando girls. "Two battalions of Chauvs are moving out at dawn tomorrow. They are going to cross the mountains at Carson Pass and try to attack us on our left flank. The rest of our battalion is going to be waiting for them along the valley road, where the valley widens out for about two miles, before closing in again, like the shape of a bottle. Our job is to wait until the last vehicle gets through the pass then close it! We're going to be the cork in the bottle, girls! Not one single man is going to get back through that pass! It's going to be a long, hard, night march to get there in time. So, we take LMGs (light machine guns) and personal weapons only! We're travelling light! Let's go!" ........................ Jackie finished checking her troops' positions and was satisfied with the result. The march had been hard, but they'd made the journey in good time. Their dug-in, highly camouflaged positions faced the way they had come and covered the head of the valley where the road wound downhill, and the valley opened out. Lookouts were posted. Her girls were in position and ready to fight. Now they could rest up before the coming battle. Out of sight of recce platoon, the rest of the battalion were deploying. The heavy weapons, mainly .50 calibre machine guns, and a few three inch mortars, were dug in just below the crests of the plateaux, ranges of killing grounds calibrated, fields of fire allocated. Herded by thirteen, fourteen and fifteen year-old girls, too young to fight in the front line, columns of male prisoners-of-war carried ammunition boxes and other supplies up to the girls manning the guns. Then they were taken to the widest, most central plateau, and herded to the rear by their nubile young captors. These men, their job done, were now a liability. Andrea received the report on her cell phone. The male task force, now under observation by her Femlib lookouts, was making reasonably good progress up the rough track on the other side of the mountains and was within an hour's drive, at their present rate of progress, of the head of the pass. The lookout had counted fifty-five open-topped TCVs (troop carrying vehicles) crammed with soldiers, and eight Long Wheel Base Land Rovers carrying unit command and communication personnel and equipment. Andrea was impressed, and also grimly satisfied that the Chauvs were bringing her so many men for her girls to annihilate. She was also satisfied that everyone was in position to effect the ambush, and knew she could trust her officers and girl soldiers to carry out their orders to the best of their ability. Meanwhile, there was the question of the porters. The high-spirited teenage girls guards would expect some play time! She sent for Rebecca, who, at fifteen years old, was the senior girl guard. "Your girls have done well, Becky. You've made the men work hard and all our supplies are in place. Well done. Now weed out the masos.," she ordered the girl, who was flushed with pride at being complimented by her commanding officer. "They are always useful to us. Then dispose of the rest as you see fit. Just don't take longer than half an hour!" Andrea liked to give her officers, and potential officers as much leeway as possible to allow them to show their initiative. The male prisoners, about three hundred of them, were formed up in a large circle to watch the 'fun'. Rebecca had selected Brown. the biggest, most powerfully muscled man, to be the scapegoat. His brawny arms were tied behind his back. He was stark naked, and his cock hung down between his bulging thighs like the end of a bell rope. He towered over the girl who was opposing him. Mandy was the youngest of the girl guards. She had just turned thirteen and was blossoming into a young beauty. Raven black hair framed a perfectly oval face. Large, dark eyes, which sparkled with the joy of living, gave the girl a look of innocent wonderment. Her budding breasts stood out proudly above her slender waist, and already her hips and thighs were forming gently seductive curves. At five foot two inches, the girl was a head and shoulders smaller than the massively built young man, whose cock was thicker than the girl's wrist. But she bore her slight, curvaceous frame with the confidence of a girl, a girl of the Femlib army. Despite her looks, Mandy was no young innocent. She was a girl guard, a girl training to be a killer of men! Calmly the girl removed her shorts. She didn't want to get them covered in blood! The girl looked so young and so vulnerable in her black, cotton briefs and calf length combat boots. She punched the man in the stomach. Brown was caught off guard and the girl's little fist bored into his muscles, causing him to gasp, and flinch with the blow. "I'm going to beat you to death, Brown," she purred. "You're going to die at the hands of a little girl. But first, you're going to beg, to beg me to stop hitting you and beg me not to kill you. You, a great, big, powerful man are going to grovel at the feet of a thirteen year-old girl!" She kicked him under his kneecap. Brown cried out with the pain, stumbling a little as he jerked backwards. She hit him in the eye, stinging the man into response. He lashed out with his foot, trying to disable the girl who was tormenting him. Gleefully, the nimble little girl swayed aside, grabbed the man's ankle and tipped him over backwards, much to the delight of the watching girls. Brown was winded by the fall and momentarily dazed. He lay spread-eagled at the girl's feet. With a savage cry, Mandy stomped her foot into the defenceless man's stomach, stomping him again and again until he managed to roll up into a ball. Contemptuously, the girl kicked the man in the kidney, making his massive frame jerk with pain. "Get up!" she ordered, but Brown just lay there. She grasped a handful of the man's hair and pulled his head back. "I said, 'GET UP'!" She pulled on his hair, forcing the cursing male fighter to his knees. The girl back-handed him across the mouth. "Don't swear!" she ordered. "You're in the company of girls!" And she hit him again and again, holding him by the hair, while the svelte little girl slapped his face backwards and forwards until his head rang. She changed her attack and, carefully selecting her targets, began to drive her tiny fist into each of the man's eyes in turn. Smack! Smack! Smack!.. The spectators watched in silence as they were transfixed at the sight of a pretty little girl calmly inflicting a callous beating on a huge, helpless man until he whimpered with pain and despair, as blood from his scarred and torn eyebrows ran down his tear- stained face. Mandy switched her attack again. "On your feet!" She reached down between the man's bulging thigh muscles and grasped his dangling cock. "Up you come," she purred, pulling her enormous victim erect by his organ. Showing he still had some spirit left in his enormous male body, Brown tried to kick out at her, but the girl was too close, and her hold on his cock made the man lose his balance. As he began to topple over, Mandy let go his cock and pushed him. Brown staggered backwards drunkenly, desperately trying to regain his equilibrium. The girl followed him, punching him in his body, driving him back until he toppled over and sprawled once more at her feet. Mandy kicked him in the ribs, making the massive man cry out. He tried to squirm away as the demure little girl drove her dainty foot again and again into his reddening ribs. Brown was panic stricken and pathetic. He looked totally ridiculous as he lay on his back, trying to propel his huge body backwards over the ground by pushing with his feet. The girl who was beating him gave a last sickening kick into the man's ribs and stepped back to catch her breath. She stood there, hands on hips, legs part, breasts heaving, a feral young female with a magnificently muscled male cowering at her feet. Several of the watching male prisoners were reacting with signs of excitement. Limbs trembled slightly as bodies tautened. Breathing became shallower. Eyes stared and mouths dropped open as the men drank in the sight of a scantily clad young girl standing victoriously over an enormous male warrior. Conflicting emotions pounded in their heads, but the major emotion of sexual excitement at the sight of a slender female physically dominating a muscular male was the one which expressed itself most powerfully in the minds of some of the transfixed men. Their cocks began to rise! The girl guards smiled as they chalked a blue cross onto the backs of these men. The selection process had begun. There was a collective gasp from the spectators. Brown began to struggle to his feet. Somehow his scrabbling progress over the rough ground had loosened the man's bonds. The hulking male warrior rose to his feet, legs apart, shoulders heaving as his arms fought behind his back to struggle free from the loosened ropes which restrained them. For a moment, Mandy was immobile, transfixed with surprise and fear by the awesome sight of the massive, bloody-faced man standing before her, muscles rippling as he shook his arms free of his bonds. Some of the girl guards started to move to intervene. "Stop!" ordered Rebecca. "Mandy can take him!" Mandy collected herself. This was no time to panic! With lissome grace, the courageous young girl launched herself at her mighty enemy and smashed her foot into the man's dangling balls! Brown's screech of agony echoed across the plateau as the big man doubled over in pain, his hands seeking to protect his burning balls. Mandy kicked him under the knee. Then, as the man lurched to one side, his leg giving way, the battling brunette smashed the toe of her combat boot into her masssive adversary's face. Blood flew as Brown's nose was broken by the girl's attack. His body staggered backwards, as his injured knee received another kick from the merciless maiden, and he desperately tried to keep on his feet. Brown had been given a lifeline with the untangling of his bonds, but he hadn't been able to take advantage and he knew he was in bad shape. Both his eyes were almost closed. His nose was shattered, causing even more swelling around his eyes. There was a sharp pain in his side from at least one broken rib. His leg felt lifeless and his balls burned. But now the man had the use of his mighty arms. One strike from a ham- like fist and the girl was gone! Through blood-filled, half-closed eyes, Brown tried to focus on the demonic little girl who was destroying him. Blindly, he struck out with his fists, trying to keep the determined young virago away from him, hoping for a lucky strike on her lovely, smiling face. But it was the girl whose punches were landing, smacking into the man's hard, male body, driving him backwards with the relentlessness of her attack; a tiny girl, forcing a gigantic man to give way to her in a test of physical combat! Brown's retreat scattered a section of the spectators as the girl drove him across the plateau. He felt the cliff of the escarpment at his back. He could retreat no further. Like a trapped animal, the man desperately lashed out with his fists Every punch that he threw brought stabs of agony from his broken ribs. Every punch that Mandy threw sucked more and more of the man's strength from his magnificently muscled body. Some of the Femlib girl soldiers were hurrying over from their newly constructed, camouflaged weapons pits to watch the fight, and were cheering on their ferocious young comrade. And Mandy was loving it. She, a thirteen year-old recruit, was the centre of attention, being cheered by scores of seasoned girl warriors, the pride of the Femlib army. The girl felt her modest breasts swell with pride as she fought against the herculean young man who opposed her. Her mind was clear. She felt cool and in control. The man's swinging fists didn't bother her. She evaded them easily, with the nimble grace of a supple young girl, thanking the gods that she'd half blinded the man before he'd shed his bonds. All she had to do now was bring the man down before she tired herself out through hitting his hard, powerfully muscled body! She saw her chance. Swaying inside the male soldier's flailing fists, the deadly young brunette pushed one hand against Brown's throat to steady him and drove her knee into the man's bulging balls! The spectators gasped as Brown's head shot back as he howled out his agony. His hands flew to his stricken testicles and his huge frame began to buckle at the knees. Mandy stepped back, picked her spot and smashed her combat boot into the stricken man's jaw as his head came down. The crack of contact was heard even above the noise of the spectators, and they looked on in awe as the man's mighty body collapsed, rolled over and lay spread-eagled in supine surrender at the feet of the nubile young girl! The majority of male prisoners stood in stunned silence, unable to believe that a slip of a girl could so easily destroy their most powerful male warrior. The others, the ones whose excitement betrayed their proclivities. The ones with chalk marks on their backs, were led away. "Here you are, Mandy," said Rebecca, giving Rebecca a loaded pistol. "Well done, girl. I knew you could beat him even if his hands were untied. Now finish him off, please. Our half hour's almost up, and we have to dispose of all the non-maso prisoners." Mandy flushed with pride. She put her foot on her male victim's throat and raised her arms in a pose of female triumph, milking the applause from the watching girl soldiers. Then she looked down at the man she'd broken, raised her pistol.. and started with surprise. Brown lay at her feet, staring up through bloodied, half closed eyes at the figure of the beautiful young girl who had brought him down, and, even through the pain in his body, the shame of defeat, and an amazingly resigned acceptance of his fate, his cock had risen into a huge, proud erection! His hand curled round the shaft of his cock as the girl brought her pistol to bear once more. He pumped his shaft furiously as her finger curled around the trigger, and he came in a great gush of relief as the girl fired! Mandy felt her own insides melt with orgasmic ecstasy as she stood over her victim, wisps of smoke drifting from her gun, the magnificent body of the mighty male warrior lying sprawled in death at her feet. Even more excitement was to follow. Rebecca's girl guards lined up the two hundred and fifty or so non-maso male prisoners against the cliff and made them strip naked, as one last check was made to weed out any more masos. Then the thirty young teenage girls walked back twenty paces and faced the men. They stood in their firing stance, weight distributed evenly over smoothly tanned, slightly parted legs, the butts of their smgs tucked into their slender female waists, breasts standing proudly from straight-backed bodies, breathing gently as they calmly faced their naked male captives, the barrels of their guns held steady in their soft little hands. Light moans could be heard from some of them as the thought of having all these men completely in their power. To one side, those men whose erections had betrayed their sub and maso natures, trembled in fear and in excitement at these amazing girls in their scanty and revealing uniforms. Some of the girls glanced at them to compare the hard cocks of born slaves and the soft cocks of their remaining prisoners. For failing to salute girl power with their dicks, there could be only one punishment. The girls glowed inside at their imminent first kills. Rebecca checked the men. No more cocks rose in tribute to the superiority of girls. All she could see was despair as the terrified men awaited their fate at the hands of the female executioners. "Fire!" she ordered. As one, the girls pressed their triggers. Streams of bullets burned into men's bodies, sending the stricken males tumbling to the ground, screaming if wounded, silent in death, as the deadly little teenage girls unemotionally mowed down their unfortunate male prisoners. When the firing stopped, a long line of naked male bodies lay sprawled at the foot of the cliff face. Many men were merely wounded, moaning with pain, crying out for help, screaming in agony. Some of the girls shook with climaxes at the thought of their destructive power or of the hard bullets slamming into defenceless male bodies. The others gently laid their smoking guns on the ground and, slipping small hands into their tight shorts, fingered themselves to their first delicious kill-orgasm. The small, pretty but lethal girls walked over to the row of decimated males and, ignoring cries for mercy and pleas for help, the callous young girls drew their fighting knives. Eyes gleaming with excitement, the excitement of slender, young, teenage girls having mighty, muscular, naked men at their mercy, the girls held down the hapless men with one hand, smiled into the terrified eyes of the pleading male soldiers, and calmly slit their throats. The problem of the surplus porters had been solved! Two hundred and fifty men had been massacred by thirty teenage girls! And those young girls had learnt the joy that killing males could bring to their growing bodies! They had the blood-lust now! The subs and masos were beside themselves. The horror of watching all their friends so casually slaughtered was easily overwhelmed by the sight of these little teen girls so completely in control. Rebecca smirked at these losers. She felt the surge of power run through her and decided to have a bit more fun. "OK, boys, I can see you are all a little...excited! You know, you really shouldn't have hard-ons for us girls, we are too young for you!" she laughed. "I really think you should be punished!" She wasn't the only girl who relished the moan that came from the subs and masos at that. Their faces showed only fear. But their cocks told a different story. "I'm a cruel bitch!" Another moan. "And I don't give a damn about any of you losers!" A much deeper moan. "But I'm in a good mood after killing all those wimps," this time the moan was almost orgasmic, although these men knew better than to cum without permission, "so I'm going to let you release all that tension! You have TWO MINUTES to shoot your loads! Now START WANKING!" Fifty hands dropped down to fifty hard, swollen shafts. Those fifty hands disappeared in a blur as they flew up and down fifty cocks. The first aching cock erupted in seconds, to an ironic cheer from the watching and laughing thirteen, fourteen and fifteen year old power-hungry minxes. After two minutes of fast, hard wanking, moans and screams of male joy, and many huge loads of hot sperm spurting into the air to splash uselessly on the sand, Rebecca shouted: "STOP!!!" Hands immediately stopped. Low moans of frustration came from some of the dozen men who hadn't shot their loads. Their fear had overcome their natural submissiveness. These men were useless. They were led behind Rebecca, where the other men could still see them, by some of the older, over-sixteen soldiers who had been watching the 'show'. Mandy, the thirteen year old who had defeated and executed Brown, handed Rebecca a whip. "You've got ONE MINUTE to get those pathetic limp dicks back UP!!!" she shouted and started to crack the whip in front of the men as she walked along the line. Some men wanked; some closed their eyes and tried to get their cocks hard by force of will. Some had glazed eyes and might as well have been on another planet, they were so overwhelmed by this merciless but erotic demonstration of feminine power and terror. They were the first to full hardness. Others watched what happened to the men who had failed to cum. Each of these men still had their rock-solid erections sticking out from their body. The gloating soldiers smirked at the watching prisoners as they drew back their hands and punched each one of these 12 trembling men hard in the balls, while other women pinned the men's arms behind their backs. The men screamed and writhed in AGONY. It took the whip-cracking Rebecca almost exactly a minute to walk along the line of prisoners desperately trying to regain their erections. As soon as she got to the end, she yelled "STOP!" It wasn't a whole minute, but these men weren't going to complain! Another half a dozen men had failed their test, their cocks hanging limply between their legs. These men would be taken away later, beaten, caned, whipped and kicked and then finally castrated, to serve as eunuchs, and taught how to use their fingers and tongues on a woman's body in the massage parlours. There were slightly more than thirty men left, their balls drained but their cocks back to full hardness. Rebecca led her thirty girls in a charge at them, throwing them to the ground and mounting their faces, pushing their wet pussies against open mouths. Some of the girls stripped their thin uniforms off to be as naked as the males; others down to their cotton panties, as they were licked through the soft fabric. The two spare males were ordered to lick and kiss teen butts. As the men lay back, being roughly used by these hot and horny teenagers, their cocks swayed and throbbed, their veins pulsing with male lust. Their balls started to ache, straining to hold the heavy loads building within. But there would be no more spurting eruptions of hot cum for them today (or for many more days). All the orgasms would be female. And there would be a lot of those over the next hour as the males were passed from teenage queen to teenage queen. The twelve non-cummers were doomed to die. But the over-sixteen guards they had been given to had more vivid imaginations, and MUCH more experience of humiliating males, then Rebecca and her girls. The men, still with the hardest erections they had ever had (or would ever have) were split into pairs. Ordered to kneel facing each other, each pair was forced to press against each other, their meaty dicks pointing upwards and trapped together between their tightly pressing stomachs. Each male was made to put his hands on his partner's muscled butt. Ropes were wrapped around the men's necks and they were told that they were about to be strangled. "If you want to shoot that load in your balls, now is your last chance!" laughed Tanya, a skilled seventeen year old strangler of men. The ropes were very slowly tightened around the males' necks. These girls were all experienced men-torturers so none of them were remotely surprised at what happened next. Each and every male grabbed a tight hold of his male partners butt in both hands and started to thrust and hump his own ass. All of them were desperately trying to rub their cocks against the other male's cock and body. They, like so many other males before them, were maddened by the need for one last ejaculation before they died. For about ten minutes they struggled. Then, in the course of one glorious minute, all twelve males tensed, shook, clenched their buttocks, dug their fingers into the other mans butt cheeks and shot their last loads all over their partners cocks, stomachs and chests: huge, spurting loads of the thickest, hottest, creamiest spunk they had ever pumped out of their balls, splashing everywhere it could be sprayed to. Some of the great globules of salty sperm flew over their shoulders into the air. As they came, they died, choking their last breaths as their faces turned red and purple. Within that same magnificent minute, all the twelve teen stranglers and at least half of the girls watching came too, powerful earthquake orgasms blasting through their young and lithe bodies. The screams of joy would have woken the dead! As the panting girls slowly came down from the peak of their shattering climaxes, twelve dead males slumped to the ground. GIRL POWER!