Nails
A story by A-man
A bizarre story of blood and gore
Update: 28/09/1997 to misc2

This a story not for the faint-of-heart. It is a bizarre story of blood and 
gore. If you are squeamish, please do not read on. If you dare, remember you 
were warned.  

Hundreds of years ago on a small Pacific island there are tales about a sect of 
warrior women which were known as the Claws. They were a group defined by their 
3 inch long finger nails. A  mysterious potion was administered to these select 
few, which hardened the nails. The nails became unbreakable and were sharpened 
to razor point sharpness. This potion, for some strange reason, only worked on 
females and it also had the highly undesirable side effect of chemically 
destroying any chances of their bearing children. This ultimate sacrifice to 
join this sect, left these elite women to lead a life mostly in isolation. These 
high-priestesses of law and order, instead, became highly trained fighters and 
lived as respected protectors of their villages. It was indeed a high price paid 
to join the Claws. Their reputation established them, not as a war-like clan, 
but a group of women dedicated to preserving peace and enforcing tribal laws. It 
seems women throughout history have worked at restoring the peace that warring 
men have broken. As time passed, less and less of the tribal women were inclined 
to make the lifetime commitment to join the Claws, as most would rather become 
mothers and raise families. Most of the women did not fear men anymore, so they 
did not feel the need of protection afforded by the society of the Claws. This 
is the  the story of one of the last great battles involving a Claw-woman known 
as "Nails" and a Killer Male known as "Icon". 

It started out to be another uneventful day, until there was a feverish buzz in 
the village. Rumors drifting down from the northern village were flying of a new 
supreme male champion in the north country who had recently slain a Claw-woman 
in hand-to-hand combat. During the match he broke both arms of the Claw-woman, 
rendering her defenseless. She was then clawed to death by her own hands. He 
then hung her body from a tree by her breasts, hanging for all to see. The male 
thus became head of the village. His rule was quite different from the Claw-
woman. Icon was war-like, seeking to conquer. He had a heavy sexual appetite 
which required defiling many of the women in his village.  Other women fled the 
village in fear as men became masters and highly aggressive. The men of the 
village no longer lived in harmony with their women and chaos reigned. The claw-
woman that was killed, happened to be the half sister of Nails. A gruesome 
revenge was on her mind as she now awaited this new champion. Today, this new 
hero approached the southern village. The men of the village were jubilant as 
their hero, a male champion, approached. There was a parade of men accompanying 
him to the village. Even women were curious to see this stranger that had 
defeated a Claw-woman. Icon was treated almost like a god by his merry 
followers. He certainly looked the part with his long flowing golden locks, 
barrel chest and massive arms. At two hundred and ninety pounds he was the most 
powerful human they had ever seen. Icon stunned the crowd by announcing that he 
was seizing the village in his honor and demanded to know if there was any 
objection. Only silence was heard. The men were confused by his actions, while 
the females of the village were frightened with this turn of events. Icon also 
announced he would require tribute for his home village in the north county in 
exchange for his protection.  Everyone wondered where was their Claw-woman 
protector now?

Finally the next morning, Nails appeared before Icon. Nails was a beautiful 
woman with a mysterious hard look about her. She was clad only in a small tunic, 
which barely covered her strong, well-defined arms and legs.  She did not weigh 
more than two hundred pounds and was about six inches shorter than him. Her 
courage and valor were unmatched.  She also had her most lethal weapon; her 
nails. The sun reflected off those razor sharp claws, as they were held in 
check, biding their time, waiting to confront this upstart male in combat. With 
her glorious fiery red hair,  matched only by her explosive temper, Nails 
announced, you will not take my village.  I have heard of your reputation in the 
north country, but this is my domain. If you have not left by the next sunrise I 
shall be waiting to meet you on that hill, which she pointed to. Nails informed 
him he could leave either two ways, alive today, or dead tomorrow. It was his 
choice. Icon flexed his muscles and smirked which was his answer.
The next morning he confidently marched up the hill to meet Nails. The people of 
the village waited below in the valley. The war cry of the victor would announce 
the outcome to them. At the top of hill Nails was waiting. The natural redhead 
was totally naked and appeared an odd combination of beauty and lethal power. 
Icon wore only a loin cloth to cover his well-endowed jewels. Nails gave him one 
last chance to leave. Icon only laughed. How can you think I fear you, he smugly 
told her. They  commenced the dance of death. They circled each other, 
attempting to find a weakness. Nails attacked first with a savage fist to his 
jaw. Icon was surprised at the force of the blow and the fact she did not 
immediately use her nails. They exchanged blows with each suffering minor 
injuries. As Icon missed with a roundhouse left, Nails ran her weapons across 
his chest opening lines of red. Icon backed off and caught Nails with a left to 
her eye, swelling it immediately and slightly blurring her vision. Nails shot a 
leg into his groin, doubling him over. She got behind him and raked his back up 
and down several times, releasing more streams of blood. Icon whirled and in 
desperation rocked her mid-section with several blows. His fists broke through 
her muscled exterior and turned it quickly to jelly. With a few broken ribs, she 
stumbled to her knees breathing heavily. Icon hammered her breasts, knocking her 
down in the grass. He grabbed her leg and savagely twisted her ankle, nearly 
breaking it. There that should slow you down, he happily announced. Agony was 
written in her face, but she dragged herself around as best she could. Icon 
relentlessly attacked the wounded Nails, pummeling her with devastating blows, 
each leaving her weaker still. As she attempted to claw his face, her ankle gave 
out and she pitched face forward. Icon grabbed her from the back and bent her 
arm in an awkward angle behind her back. He applied more and more of his animal 
pressure until it snapped and hung loosely at her side.  Fighting now, on a weak 
ankle and broken arm, Nails gamely fought on. Icon planned on using the same 
attack that he used to kill the other claw-woman. Break their arms and they 
cannot hurt you. Nails wildly dove forward with claws extended on her good hand 
to land several deep gashes to his forehead blurring his vision with a bright 
crimson mask. Another blow to the side of her head sent Nails reeling. Icon 
picked her up by the hair bringing her to her knees. He began to slap her, 
almost taking off her head, until she appeared on the verge of passing out. He 
wrapped her long red hair around her throat and pulled. Icon was in no hurry to 
dispose of another claw woman. Her one good hand could not dislodge his hands, 
despite her clawing them. He was relentless.He no longer paid any attention to 
her futuile efforts with her free hand. On her knees, before the male champion 
she had one chance left. With her fingers fully extended, she drove her left arm 
directly up, with all the force she could muster. Clawing left and right, back 
and forth, she absolutely shredded his vulnerable juicy testicles. The sacks 
opened the flood gates to a river of blood. As if all his super human strength 
was lodged in his balls, that were now destroyed, Icon collapsed in a heap on 
his back, in front of Nails. She dove, or fell on top of him. Her naked crotch 
covered his face enabling her to view the damage done by her claws to his 
manhood. Icon was making some truly ungodly shrieks. To silence him, Nails 
jammed her razors into his throat. That should keep you quiet, she yelled. Her 
face sitting further muffled the pitiful groans emitted from Icon. Now Nails set 
to work and began to severely rake him across the chest with her good arm. 
Vertical and horizontally designed striped gashes across his once invincible 
chest made for a gruesome sight. Each stroke of her nails seemed to remove 
another layer of skin and muscle. Still Icon was resisting under her. He would 
resist to the end. Now his eyes were drenched in tears and blood, and only 
gurgling sounds came from his throat. Nails continued carving for quite awhile. 
She sliced his chest until she reached bone. After pausing for a moment to 
notice her blood soaked body, she continued  to flail away. This is revenge for 
my sister. As she finally finished and dismounted the once arrogant male 
champion, she could see his once exquisitely defined chest was no more than a 
hallowed out carcass. He was now barely twitching with life, but his eyes still 
followed his conqueror. She limped over so that he could see, and with one 
elegant stroke from her remaining arm, she severed his member from his body. 
That was the last picture Icon ever saw. He passed into the darkness. Nails held 
her prize aloft and filled the valley with her war cry. Her sister had been 
avenged. The village was once again safe. The people in the village below could 
resume their lives. This was the last reported fight between a member of the 
claw sect and a male champion. There were probably others. Rumor has it this 
sect still exists. Beware of women with long nails, because you never know.