Abby and Natalie, Part 5
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
The girls deal with a hostage and more police officers

Abby and Natalie, still in their stolen police uniforms, raced through the
dark night in their stolen police car, whooping and cheering as a result of
their latest victory.  The fruit of their victory (the hostage, University 
President Bennington), however, was not so happy.  He sat miserably in the
back seat of the police car, handcuffed and terrified.  He wanted to shout,
to plead his case, but Abby's warning with her assault rifle had frightened
him into silence.

Natalie, at the wheel, got onto the highway, heading out of town.  She 
tilted her head back and yawned.  Abby looked over at her. "I'm getting 
kind of tired too." She looked at her fashionably masculine watch that she
had retrieved from the confiscation box at the police station. "It's almost
one in the morning.  I don't think we'll be able to stay up all night."

"We've got to put as much distance as we can between us and this town,
though," said Natalie. "I think I can keep driving for another hour or so."

Around two o'clock, Natalie pulled the car off the highway and into the
parking lot of a motel.  She got out of the vehicle while Abby kept 
Bennington under guard.

Natalie looked at her reflection in the car window, knowing that at twenty
years old she looked a little young to be a cop.  She tried making 
different faces to make herself look older and sterner.  Finally satisfied,
she entered the motel office.

"Good evening," she said to the desk clerk, with a calm and mature-looking
smile. "My partner and I are transporting a prisoner.  We thought we could
push through the night, but we've gotten kind of tired and decided we 
should get a room for the night."

"Sure thing, Officer Avila," said the clerk, reading her name tag.  Natalie
was glad that her dark brown hair and tanned skin allowed her not to look
out of place with a Hispanic fake surname. 

"You know," continued the clerk, "the town jail is about a mile away, if 
you want to put your prisoner there for the night.  I can give them a ring 
and they can send a squad car right over to pick him up." He reached for 
the phone.

"No!" said Natalie, reaching for the desk clerk's arm and almost panicking,
but regaining her control at the last second. "I mean, my partner and I 
have everything under control.  The prisoner won't give anyone any 
trouble."

Three minutes later, Natalie walked back out to the car, a motel room key 
in her hand. "All set," she reported to Abby. "Room 118.  The desk clerk
wasn't suspicious at all."

"Great," said Abby.  She turned to Bennington. "It's very simple.  Give us
any trouble, and we kill you, and we'll be sure to make it painful.  Be a
good boy, and you get to keep breathing.  And don't think anyone's going to
save you.  Everyone thinks we're real cops and you're our prisoner."

Bennington nodded miserably.  Still handcuffed, he allowed Abby to pull him
out of the police car and march him towards the room.  With one hand, Abby
neatly caught the room key that Natalie tossed to her, while keeping her
other hand on the hostage's back.  She unlocked the door and pushed him
inside.  Natalie, meanwhile, locked the long guns securely in the trunk.  
The girls still had their pistols that they were wearing in their holsters.

Natalie joined Abby and Bennington in the room and locked the door 
securely.  Abby shoved Bennington into a chair.

The university president spoke up timidly. "E...excuse me.  I really need 
to go to the bathroom."

"Okay," shrugged Abby. "Get up." Bennington, his hands still cuffed behind
his back, walked into the bathroom.  He gasped in surprise when he 
discovered that Abby had followed him in.

She laughed. "Can't have you climbing out the window, can we?"

"I'm still cuffed," he whined.

Abby punched him in the stomach, causing him to gasp and double over with
pain. "You'll use a respectful tone of voice when you speak to me," she
snapped.  She lifted the toilet seat, then reached for his fly.

"N...no!" he squeaked. "Please don't!"

Abby and Natalie, who was now standing in the bathroom doorway, began
laughing loudly. "What's the matter, feeling violated?" smirked Natalie.
"Well, I'm sure that a university president has used his power to sexually
harass girls.  I know how you men are when you get power.  Now you're just
getting a feeling of what it's like when the shoe's on the other foot."

Abby opened Bennington's fly, revealing his feeble package.  Both girls
laughed even louder. "So that's why he didn't want us to see," snickered
Abby. "He's hung like a little boy." Bennington's face went red with
humiliation.

After their hostage had finished pissing, the girls led him back into the
main room, still laughing their firm little asses off.  Natalie unlocked
his cuffs with the keys on her belt.  Bennington sighed in relief, but then
gasped when she handcuffed him to one of the beds.

"Oh, don't whine," she laughed. "Most guys would pay good money to have a
hot chick handcuff them to the bed.  I bet an ugly and stupid fucker like
you has never had a girl do that for him.  Am I right?"

Bennington looked at the floor and said nothing.  Natalie brutally kneed 
him in the face. "When I ask a question, you will answer me," she growled.
"Now am I right?"

"Y...yes!" he said, wiping the blood from his face with his free hand.

A wicked grin crept onto Natalie's elegant face. "We're going to have to do
something to pass the time.  How about a little game? We'll ask our friend
here some questions, and if we think he's not telling the truth we'll 
punish him."

"Sounds fun!" smiled Abby. "I've got one." She turned to Bennington with a
smirk on her (also elegant) face. "When was the last time you got fucked?"

He looked around nervously and fearfully. "Uh...last week."

The girls looked at each other. "He's lying," they said at exactly the same
time.  When they realized what they had done, they giggled. 

"Wrong answer, asshole," Abby smirked at her victim.  She drew her well-
muscled leg back and soccer kicked him in the head.  The strength of her
kick launched him backwards, his movement only stopped by his arm 
handcuffed to the bed.  The university president was jerked to a stop and
his cuffed wrist was painfully bruised.  Abby glared at him with an
expectant look.

"Okay, okay!" said Bennington. "It's been three years.  Three fucking years
since I got fucked! Are you satisfied now?"

Abby bitch-slapped him across the face. "That's for speaking to me
disrespectfully.  Other than that, yeah, I'm satisfied.  Apparently, you're
not, though." She laughed at her own bad joke, while Natalie groaned at it.

"He probably jacks off that short ugly dick of his a lot, though," said
Natalie. "Hey, that's a good one for the next question." She sneered at the
hostage. "How often do you jack off, perv?"

"Um...once a week."

"Liar," said Natalie.  She smashed her left fist into his right eye, giving
him an impressive shiner.  As he cried out like a girl, she continued, "The
truth, this time."

"All right, all right! Every day! Sometimes twice a day!"

Both girls erupted with laughter. "Fuck, you really are a disgusting perv,"
said Abby. "And you're really slow and stupid, too.  Haven't you learned 
yet to tell the truth the first time? I don't know how a dumbass like you
ever became a university president." She paused. "Actually, considering the
state of universities these days and the stupidity of bureaucrats, I guess 
I know exactly how you became a university president."

Natalie gave a hard, cold look to the pale, frightened hostage, then
whispered into her friend's ear.  Abby nodded in agreement.

"Okay, listen up, loser," announced Natalie. "We're going to make you a 
deal.  Arm-wrestle each of us.  If you can beat either one of us, we'll 
leave you alone for the rest of the night."

Bennington let out a sigh of relief at those words.  He was out of shape 
and rather thin, but he still thought he could beat at least one of the
girls.  He had been raised in a sexist environment and taught that women
were the weaker sex physically, so he wasn't really thinking about losing.

Natalie went first.  Although her 5'5", 120-pound frame was smaller than 
her opponent's 5'9" and 155 pounds, because of her regular workouts her
wrists and forearms were as big as his, and much more toned.  As Bennington
gripped her hand with his free one, the contrast between his pale skin and
her deep, healthy tan also came to prominence.

"Ready...set...go!" Abby called out.  Natalie and Bennington both began 
pushing as hard as they could.  Natalie's greater strength immediately 
became apparent.  She gradually pressed his arm down towards the bed.
Bennington struggled desperately, wild fear in his eyes, but she was just
too strong for him.  After about fifteen seconds, she finished pushing his
arm onto the bed.

"Yes!" cheered Natalie, raising her well-muscled arms into the air in
triumph. "You sure are a fucking pussy."

"He sure is," agreed Abby. "My turn.  This is going to be fun." The girls
switched positions.  Abby, at 5'6" and 130 pounds, was still smaller than
her opponent, but as she discovered when their hands met, her forearm was
actually thicker than his.  She laughed as she pointed it out. "I'm more of
a man than you are," she taunted him.  Bennington trembled in fear.  If
little Natalie had beaten him that easily, he stood no chance against Abby.

"Okay, ready...set...go!" said Natalie.  Abby's big, well-toned arm made
swift work of the university president's weak, feminine one.  She pressed
his arm down to the bed in less than ten seconds and laughed in his face.

"You're such a wimp.  You can't even beat a GIRL.  Well, looks like you
failed the test.  The game's still on.  My turn to ask a question, right?
Hmmm." Abby paused for a few seconds. "Okay, got it.  The last time you
actually got sex, you only got it because you used your position as
university president to coerce her into it, didn't you?"

"No!" shrilled Bennington. "I would never..." He was interrupted as Abby
viciously kicked him right in the groin.  He howled in pain, clutching his
wounded family jewels with his free hand.

"Think that was a hard kick? I didn't even kick my hardest.  You have no
idea how fucking powerful my legs are.  I could have kicked you so hard
in the nuts that you'd pass out from the pain, but we want you awake to
answer questions.  Now give me the answer.  The real answer!" Abby crossed
her big, muscular arms in front of her and looked at her helpless victim
threateningly.

"Okay, it's true!" he sobbed. "She was my secretary.  I told her she'd 
only get a raise if she fucked me." Tears flowed down his unattractive 
face.

The girls looked at him in disgust.  Natalie spat in his face. "You 
disgusting piece of dung," she snarled. "Just think, if a couple of law-
breaking bad girls hadn't come along, you'd still be abusing your position
of power.  And the cops call US criminals." She rolled her eyes. "All 
right, my turn to ask again.  Hmmm...I know.  Have you ever had homosexual
desires for another man?"

Bennington looked panicked. "Uh...no! Not me! Never!" He nervously wiped
the spit off his face with his free hand.

Natalie and Abby looked at each other and nodded.  Natalie grabbed her
victim by the neck, then brutally headbutted him, knocking him down. "Come
on, don't insult our intelligence," she said.

"All right! I have had gay desires! Some of the promising young male 
interns from the office..." He trailed off and a dreamy look came into his
eyes.

The girls looked at each other. "Ewww," they said at exactly the same time.

They continued asking their hostage embarrassing questions, hitting him
every time he lied.  When they were finally done, Abby got a sheet of hotel
paper and wrote down all the humiliating things Bennington confessed to,
then forced him to sign it. "I'm going to send this to the university," she
smirked.

Natalie went to sleep on one of the beds while Abby sat awake on the other,
keeping watch.  Bennington tried to sleep as best he could from his
designated sleeping position on the floor.  After a few hours, Abby woke
Natalie up and she took her turn at watch.

In the morning, Natalie shook Abby awake, then kicked Bennington in the ass
to wake him up.  The girls showered and dressed quickly, and also fixed 
their attractive dark brown hair.  They did not allow their prisoner to 
shower and only allowed him to take a quick pee, watching him as he did so
and humiliating him further.  After that, Natalie checked them out of the
motel.

They grabbed a quick breakfast from a fast-food place and ate in the car.
After the girls had finished eating, Abby fed a handcuffed Bennington and
told him he was being given his last meal.  Bennington paled when he heard
that and thought about begging for his life, but decided to wait until they
were actually about to do the deed.  If he started begging now, he might
offend his captors and they might decide to bump him off right then and
there.

As Abby fed the university president his last meal, Natalie took the letter
with his confessions to the local post office.  As she bought a stamp from
the vending machine, she happened to glance over at the wall.  Her dark
brown eyes widened when she saw two familiar faces staring back at her from
a poster.  It read:

WANTED
ON 7 COUNTS OF MURDER, INCLUDING 5 CHARGES OF MURDERING POLICE OFFICERS
ESCAPED FROM CITY JAIL
NATALIE BOATWRIGHT AND ABIGAIL LEITNER
CONSIDERED ARMED AND EXTREMELY DANGEROUS
$100,000 REWARD

Above the lettering were her picture and Abby's.  Natalie, though fearful,
couldn't help smiling a little when she saw the words "ARMED AND EXTREMELY
DANGEROUS" used in her description.  She glanced around to make sure that 
no one was looking at her, then stuck the stamp on the letter, dropped it 
in the slot, and hurried back to the car.

She whispered to Abby what she had seen, not wanting Bennington to overhear
and get any false hope.  The girls got the long guns and their cached 
submachine guns out of the trunk and put them in the car to be grabbed at a
moment's notice if necessary.  They then drove off and out of town, Abby at 
the wheel this time.  She avoided the main interstate highway and instead
took the back roads.

Both girls were tense from the knowledge of the WANTED poster.  They had
been driving for almost an hour and were just starting to relax a little
when they rounded a curve and saw four cars blocking the road.  Abby 
slammed on the brakes and the girls said, "Oh, FUCK!" at exactly the same
time.

There were two state police cars, one from the county sheriff's department,
and one unmarked car.  All the cops were out of their vehicles - four state
policemen, two sheriff's deputies, and a man and a woman wearing FBI 
jackets.  All eight of them had their weapons in their hands.

Bennington's eyes brightened as he surveyed the scene. "Hot diggity dog!" 
he shouted. "The cavalry is he...unh!" 

Natalie, sitting in the back seat next to the hostage, delivered a swift
karate chop to his neck, knocking him out and shutting him up. "Boy, that
felt good," she said. 

Abby, a steady string of "oh fucks" and "oh shits" coming out of her mouth,
tried to turn the car around.  The FBI woman, carrying a high-powered 
sniper rifle, lifted it to her shoulder and took aim.  There was a loud 
BOOM as the bullet hit true and impacted the engine, disabling the vehicle,
which came skidding to a stop, smoke pouring out from under the hood.  A
bullhorn voice rang out. "Miss Boatwright and Miss Leitner! Surrender 
immediately, or you will die!"

The girls looked at each other, truly panicked for the first time in their
lives. "No surrender," said Abby finally. "We're not going back to jail."

"No surrender," Natalie nodded. "Victory or death." She suddenly grabbed 
her friend and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.  When they pulled apart,
they smiled at each other.

"Best friends to the end," said Natalie.

"To the end," echoed Abby.  With that, she snatched the M-16 assault rifle
and took aim at the most dangerous target - the FBI woman with the sniper
rifle.  Abby pulled the trigger.  The bullet smashed through the windshield
and struck the woman in the center of her chest, knocking her down.  The
other cops raised their weapons and prepared to fire, but ducked for cover
behind their vehicles as Natalie, wielding an Uzi submachine gun, sprayed 
quick, controlled bursts of automatic fire towards them.

The FBI woman started getting back up again. "Fuck, of course," said Abby.
"They'll be wearing bulletproof vests." She took careful aim with the M-16
as her opponent began raising her rifle.  Taking a deep breath, Abby fired.
This time, the bullet hit the FBI agent in the middle of her forehead.  As
the woman's corpse began falling, Abby's mind, in full battle mode, moved
to the next course of action.

"Go!" she shouted to Natalie. "I'll cover you!" As Abby flipped the switch
on her M-16 to full auto and fired a long burst in the direction of the
enemies, Natalie leaped out of the car and ducked behind it for cover, her
Uzi slung across her chest and the shotgun in her left hand.  Bennington
was still unconscious in the back seat.

As Abby stopped firing, the seven remaining law enforcement officials
leaned out and began shooting back.  Although their aim was inaccurate,
the number of guns meant that several bullets struck dangerously close to
the girls.  Natalie popped out from behind the car and opened fire with the 
Uzi, hitting two of the state policemen in the head.  The five survivors
ducked behind their cover again.  Abby jumped out of the car and joined her
friend behind it. "You've got a natural talent for shooting, Nat!" she
complimented.  Natalie smiled and blushed as she continued firing.

The Uzi clicked as it ran out of ammunition.  Natalie let it drop, picked 
up the shotgun, and opened fire with it.  Abby began firing her M-16 again.

The cops would lean out and fire quick shots, then duck back again, fearful
of their opponents' firepower and astonished that two college girls had
already taken out three of their number.  The deputies were armed only with
pistols, while the two surviving state policemen had shotguns.  The male 
FBI agent had an M-16 assault rifle similar to Abby's.  Several of his
bullets struck the car mere inches from her.

She gritted her teeth and focused on him.  When he leaned out again, Abby
took swift but deadly aim and shot him in the head.  Four bullets impacted
the FBI man's skull.  She smiled in grim satisfaction as his body fell.

Abby's weapon clicked empty.  She rapidly and expertly ejected the empty
magazine and inserted a fresh one that she had been keeping in her pocket.  
Natalie continued firing her shotgun as her friend reloaded.  One of her 
slugs hit one of the state policemen in the head, causing it to explode in 
a spectacular display of blood and gore.  Natalie grinned evilly.  Abby 
finished reloading and opened fire again.

Of the original force of eight, only one state policeman and the two 
deputies were still alive.  All three of them were full of fear and horror
at the shooting skills of the two lovely but lethal vixens, and were 
operating on adrenaline alone.  They continued firing desperately.

As the last state policeman leaned out and took aim at Abby with his
shotgun, she fired a long burst from her M-16 directly back at him.  
Several bullets slammed into his upper thighs and groin area, which were
not covered by his protective vest.  He screamed in pain and dropped his
weapon, blood pouring out of multiple wounds.

Natalie's shotgun ran out of ammunition.  She calmly dropped it, whipped
out the 9mm pistol from her hip holster, and opened fire at a deputy who
was just leaning out and about to fire.  She fired three shots.  The first
struck his patrol car, the second slammed right into his kneecap, and the
third hit him in the arm.  His weapon clattered to the ground and he began
rolling around, howling like a girl.

The other deputy, the only cop who was not yet hit, dropped his pistol. "We
give up! Please, no more!" he begged in a high-pitched voice.  He stood up
from behind his vehicle, hands raised high in the air.

Abby and Natalie looked at each other in shock and delight. "Oh my God, I
can't believe it!" said Abby. "We actually won!"

"We are so fucking good," said Natalie.  The girls stood up, Abby with her
M-16 and Natalie with her pistol.  They advanced on the (real) cops, guns 
at the ready.  

Abby looked at the scene, her mind still in its well-trained, efficient, 
and deadly battle mode.  The state policeman that she had machine-gunned 
had already bled to an undignified death.  The deputy that Natalie had shot
was still rolling around, bleeding from two gunshot wounds and making 
mouse-like squeaking noises.  Abby smiled, her heart rate gradually slowing
but still very fast.

Natalie approached the deputy she had wounded and aimed her pistol at him.
"Please don't shoot me again!" he begged.

"Okay!" said Natalie brightly.  With that, she jumped onto him, clamped her
lethal thighs around his neck, and twisted her hips, snapping his neck as 
if it was a little twig.  The remaining deputy paled as he watched the 
lovely vixen casually murder his partner.

There was a sudden noise from the girls' car.  Natalie looked over and
smiled, seeing Bennington regaining consciousness.  She went over to get
him while Abby kept her weapon trained on the deputy.

Natalie yanked Bennington, who was still handcuffed, out of the car and 
marched him over to the gory scene.  Corpses, blood, and shell casings
littered the pavement.  The university president's eyes widened in panic as
he took in the view.

"How do you like your cavalry now?" she mocked him.

"But how...they're trained professionals...you're just college girls...how
...fuck no...just how..." Bennington broke down into sobs, crushed that his
last and only hope for salvation had been snatched away.

"Never underestimate a female warrior," said Abby in a calm and cold voice.
"Especially when we have nothing to lose."

"Wh...what are you going to do with us?" stammered the deputy.

"Oh, we're going to kill you, of course," Abby said in her same calm voice.
By now, the girls had come to regard killing as no bigger a deal than 
buying an ice cream cone.  She laughed as the deputy's face fell. "Don't 
worry, we're not going to shoot you.  We're going to give you an 
opportunity to fight us, man to man...I mean man to woman.  Beating people
to death is much more exciting anyway."

"Yeah," agreed Natalie. "I get Bennington.  I've been looking forward to
killing his ass for so long."

"Leftovers are fine with me," said Abby.  She quickly and expertly searched
the deputy to make sure he had no other weapons on him, then tossed her
assault rifle aside and put up her fists. "Come on, big boy, show me what
you've got."

Natalie uncuffed Bennington, then kicked him in the back, sending him
stumbling several feet away from her. "This is going to be SWEET," she 
said, rubbing her hands in anticipation.

Abby and the deputy circled each other.  At six feet tall and 190 pounds, 
the deputy was much larger than his hot female opponent.  He swung a punch
at her, thinking she would go down easily.  Instead, she simply sidestepped
it and nailed his face with a quick, stinging jab.  Frustrated, he swung
another punch, but she ducked under it and socked him hard in the gut.  As 
he doubled over with an "oof," she straightened him out with a high kick to
his jaw.  She followed that up with a roundhouse kick to the side of his
head, knocking him to the ground.

Meanwhile, Natalie and Bennington were facing off.  Bennington was four
inches taller and 35 pounds heavier than his opponent, but the memory of
his loss at arm-wrestling was still fresh in his mind.  He was nervous and
frightened, but also determined to fight, as his male ego couldn't stand
being beaten by a girl.  He charged at her while emitting his best animal
roar (which still wasn't very good).  Natalie calmly pivoted and fired off
a side kick to his chest, stopping his charge in its tracks.  A second,
higher side kick from her hit him in the mouth.  Bennington stumbled
backward, crying out in pain like a little girl.  He could taste the dirt
from her shoe, as well as the blood from his gums due to a couple of
loosened teeth.

"Looks like you don't got much, big boy," mocked Abby as she waited for the
deputy to get up.  He let out a curse and punched her in the stomach.  Abby
saw the attack coming and tensed her hard abs.  She let out a small grunt,
basically unhurt.  Her opponent, however, yelled in annoyance as he hurt 
his hand.  She laughed in his face. "How does it feel when a girl's abs are
better than yours?" As she spoke, she rammed her knee into his stomach.  
The deputy howled in pain and clutched his wounded gut.  Abby shook her
head. "Too many donuts and cheeseburgers." While he was vulnerable, she
punched him in the face four times in rapid succession, then stepped back
slightly and performed a standing back handspring, kicking him in the
underside of his jaw as she flipped.  He was knocked to the pavement again.

Before Bennington could recover from her kicks, Natalie punched him hard in
his left eye, giving him a matching black eye to go with the other one she
had given him back at the motel.  She continued to work him over.  A
crescent kick to his face sent him spinning around.  She then jump kicked
him, knocking him backward several feet.  The slender, pretty girl smiled 
as an idea popped into her head.  She threw herself into a gymnastic
tumbling pass of a roundoff, back handspring, back layout, flipping 
directly at her victim.  Her positioning was done with perfect accuracy.  
As she performed her layout, her boots slammed right into the university
president's head with devastating force, sending him to the ground.

As the deputy got up once again, he remembered the futility of assaulting
Abby's toned abs.  Deciding on a softer target, he punched her right in the
middle of her beautiful 34C right breast.  Abby screamed in pain, a hand
flying to her injured boob. "You motherfucking piece of shit! You're really
going to fucking pay for that now!" As her opponent began swinging another
punch, she grabbed his arm with one hand and twisted it hard, making it his 
turn to scream in pain.  With her other fist, she punched him as hard as 
she could in the nose, breaking it.

"Hurts, doesn't it?" growled Abby, battle lust flowing through her. "Now
here's where it gets worse." With that, she shoved him up against one of
the police cars, then began kicking him in the groin repeatedly.  As her
boots pulverized his family jewels, she snapped, "How does it feel to have
YOUR sensitive area targeted?" She finally stopped after several vicious
kicks and looked at the deputy with contempt and hatred.  The metal body of
the police car was the only thing holding him up.  Abby prepared a final,
lethal attack.  She performed an ultra-powerful spin kick to the side of 
his head, putting every bit of strength she possessed into it.  There was a
loud CRACK as her kick landed, breaking his neck.  As his corpse slowly
slid down, she pumped her fist and shouted, "FUCK YEAH!"

Bennington, meanwhile, used his wounded ego to will his badly wounded body
into getting back up.  Natalie laughed at him and arrogantly tossed her 
dark brown hair. Her opponent tried to kick her, but she dodged it easily
and responded with a kick to his chest, knocking him backward.  He came at
her again, swinging a punch.  She blocked it with a slim but very strong
forearm, then suddenly and savagely kneed him in the groin.  Smirking as he
doubled over and clutched his crippled gonads, she dropped her elbow down
onto his head, causing him to see stars that weren't made in heaven.  A
deadly serious look appeared on her model-like face.  With a high-pitched
martial arts scream, she fired a swift and brutal kick to his knee,
breaking it.  Bennington fell to the pavement howling madly.  Although she
was speaking no words at the moment, the burning hatred she had for her
victim was evident in her eyes.

Natalie looked around and saw that Abby had finished off the deputy and was
watching her like a fan at a San Diego Chargers game.  She smiled and 
winked at her friend, then decided on the perfect ending to finish
Bennington.  Natalie walked over to the girls' car, leaving her crippled
opponent helpless on the ground and unable to get away.  She removed her
stolen police uniform boots and put on her knee-high black boots with the
four-inch razor-sharp stiletto heels.  She swiftly walked back to the
university president with perfect balance and laughed as he trembled in 
fear.

With a look of pure sadism, Natalie stomped hard on Bennington's broken
knee, grinding the stiletto down and further mutilating the bone and 
tendons.  She heard his screams, but they had no effect on her at all.  She
then began stomping on his chest with her heels.  The cruel hardness of her
stilettos penetrated his soft, weak flesh again and again.  When she
finally stopped, her helpless victim had long since bled to death, as 
several of her stomps had pierced his heart.

"Holy fuck, Natalie," said Abby finally, using her friend's full name 
instead of the diminutive "Nat" that she usually used. "You're even scaring
me."

Natalie cracked a smile. "Battle lust," she said. "All that rage, building
and building, finally coming out.  He made us into what we are.  He treated
us like criminals for defending ourselves.  And criminals we became." She
walked over to Abby and gripped her hand.  The sexy girls looked around at
the grisly scene of blood and death that they had created.  A cold wind 
blew across the lonely road, causing the ladies to shiver despite the 
bright sunshine.

"Where does our path lie now? Where do we go from here?" wondered Abby out
loud.

HAPPY ENDING

The girls got back into their car
And wandered places wide and far
Killing assorted scum and slime
And having a jolly happy time

SAD (BOLIVIAN ARMY) ENDING

Fifty more cops appeared, quite grand
And the girls made their last stand
They died fighting, very brave
And thus they went to their graves

CHICKEN ENDING

The girls smelled the blood drying in the sun
And became disgusted with what they had done
They went straight back to their school
For they no longer thought killing was cool

THE END (maybe?)

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