The Future

THE FUTURE

By C

This story contains graphic descriptions of death and nudity, and is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It is fantasy and intended to be viewed as such. All individuals were created in the writer’s imagination, and any similarity at actual persons is nothing but coincidence.

PART II

CHAPTER 26

                           

       The Supreme Commander sat in her office and smiled with satisfaction as she closed the folder on a report containing the latest update. It was hard to believe that only three weeks had passed since that eventful day of the “demonstration harvest" - so much had taken place. The enthusiastic response of the female populace had been unbelievable. In the days that followed they were informed of everything that was going to be done and had accepted everything, including the more startling and shocking aspects, with equal fervor. In spite of having to use temporary facilities, over six million men had been slain with their bodies adding four hundred and fifty thousand tons of meat to the desperate food shortage while, at the same time, eliminating the demand of eight thousand tons a day that would have been needed to feed them if still alive. In that one arena alone where it had first begun over thirteen thousand men had perished on the floor where Tom's life had come to an end.

       The world was also becoming safer. The men that had been eliminated were ones found to be mentally unbalanced or dangerous, and, by so doing, the threat of revolt within the compounds had been reduced - and would continue with each passing day. And, the Supreme Commander found it to be almost unbelievable at the number of women who were flocking to indoor arenas around the world to watch the deadly activity taking place within with enthusiastic excitement. In addition, using women from the general population to perform the "harvestings" was proving to be highly successful, and, not only were they having no difficulty in finding themselves able to perform this endeavor, but, in so doing, were being caught up in the same degree of excitement as had she and her colleagues.

       Women were also eagerly flocking to compounds, where, as she had predicted, men were voicing no objection in the least at allowing themselves to be blindfolded, gagged, and tied naked to a bed where an unseen women would enter to fondle, explore, and enjoy the pleasures offered by their aroused manhood, and, in so doing, were remaining content in their captivity by being provided the one pleasure that, for men, had been the most desired and sought after since their earliest creation.

       The method being used for collecting semen for storing in sperm banks was also proving to be highly successful with the donors having no suspicion that their ejaculations were being caused as the result of a carefully planned procedure rather than from a woman getting carried away in the excitement of playing with a rigid penis. The only aspect in this regard that had not been anticipated was the extent to which those involved in carrying out what was proving to be a highly enviable assignment were finding their excitement being quite real instead of something merely pretended.

       In addition to meat being provided, male hides had been

found to make a high quality leather that was durable enough for many industrial applications. It was also extremely soft and supple making it ideal for being used in the manufacture of pocketbooks, wallets, shoes, belts, gloves, jackets, and other articles of clothing.

          Work was going full scale on new processing facilities with such gusto that construction was ahead of schedule. If the pace continued the facilities would be placed in operation to greatly increase the daily number of men being slain and processed much sooner than originally planned. The Supreme Commander paused for a moment and then smiled in realizing the ease she found herself thinking in an analytical manner of such activity taking place. It was almost as though slaughtering men for food had indeed become nothing more than a normal and routine occurrence.

       Yes, much had changed in this short period of time - not only for the female population of the world but for the Supreme Commander as well. It would have been difficult for her to explain exactly what had brought it about, but she now looked at so many things in such a remarkably different manner that it was hard to think of herself as being the same person. The most remarkable, by far, was how she had come to look upon members of the doomed male population. The change had been so dramatic that she had indeed found herself feeling indifferent toward not only those that had already perished but for the over two billion that remained who were destined to suffer the same fate - they were, after all, only males.

       The full extent of just how extreme her new outlook had become was best illustrated by the fact that it no longer disturbed her to think of the millions upon millions of young men that, in the end, would also be slain – even those that would be no older than eighteen. She didn't exactly relish the thought but, when everything was taken into consideration, they also were male. And this fact, and this fact alone, had become all that was needed. It was a far cry from the deep sadness and agony that had kept her lying awake at night only slightly more than five weeks ago. She would not have thought it possible at the time but there was one thing for which she had no doubt - she had no desire to return.

       The Supreme Commander had even reached the point that she found herself having no sadness for Tom. She still felt a tenderness toward him and admiration for the outstanding qualities that had been within him but, after everything was said and done, he had been a male. She shifted her gaze to the wall on her left upon which hung a polished plaque containing his mounted head and sex organs. It had been up there for almost two weeks, and, although it brought a renewed surge of pride and excitement each time she looked, she still found gazing upon it being almost as weird and unreal as it had been the very first time.

       The workmanship was superb, and Tom's face looked so natural that he appeared to be alive - a feature that only served to enhance the strangeness of looking at a human head mounted in trophy-like fashion - to say nothing of the added strangeness brought on by the fact that this particular human head which appeared to be taking everything in while gazing blankly ahead was one she had known, and talked, and laughed with, and had seen express countless human emotions.

       Tom's head, however, wasn't the only thing that brought forth a weird strangeness when gazed upon. The sight of an impressive set of human male sex organs mounted beneath in similar trophy-like fashion created an eerie and unreal sensation all on their own and, at least for a woman, one that was extremely exciting to gaze upon as well - especially when mounted as had been Tom's.

       The penis was fully erect, sticking out rigid from a thick, curly patch of pubic hair, and pulling the scrotum so tight that the twin oval bulges that, although artificial, had been made from impressions taken of his testicles to duplicate their shape and size, were clearly outlined underneath. The hole gaped open at the tip of the swollen head which flared outward into a ridge that was strutted to the fullest extent possible.` It was a far cry from the limp meekness to which it had allowed itself to be manipulated and ridiculed by her soft, feminine hand.

       The Supreme Commander recalled the longing with which, at the time, she had wished that it could somehow have been possible to observe Tom's penis becoming rigid on his lifeless body and, while seeing it mounted this way on a plaque was not exactly the same, she had found it to come extremely close. In this regard, she considered it to be almost ironic that her choice to have it mounted in such a manner had nothing to do with wanting to satisfy a desire to view it when erect.

       Her decision had been made days before his death when she had still been filled with sadness and, at the time, would have regarded any suggestion that it would result in bringing her sexual excitement as being totally ridiculous. In fact, she had been convinced that it would only serve to make her feel embarrassed and highly self-conscious. But she had thought that, as Supreme Commander, it would be essential for her trophy be seen as ridiculing, to the fullest extent possible, that which symbolized the very manhood of the young man she would slay and, in so doing, show continued disrespect toward her male victim. And, as had always been her nature, she had put personal feelings aside whenever they conflicted with what she thought to be her duty.

       But that was before, and, although the humiliating effect being displayed had proven to be everything anticipated, she was glad for a very different reason. Tom's penis, when erect, was every bit as impressive as she had imagined and, in spite of the extent of her earlier misgivings, was exciting to look at and also, to touch. And, she had indeed touched since gazing upon it for any length of time served to rekindle the sexual excitement that been generated on that eventful day. It had been an immense thrill when she discovered that the tanning process had no effect on its smooth and velvety softness. On more than one occasion, after intently studying the impressive features, she had found herself then looking wistfully at the face and saying - "Tom, my boy, you would have been one hell of a fuck." - Yes, much within her had indeed undergone a profound change.

      A buzzer on the Supreme Commander's desk interrupted her thoughts, and her secretary's voice came over the intercom to announce that Lisa had arrived. The Supreme Commander took a last glance at what hung on the wall and, in so doing, felt a slight misgiving. "I hope I'm doing the right thing by leaving it up there." She thought. "Well, it's too late now."

       The door opened, and a strikingly beautiful twenty two year old girl entered in a shy and hesitant manner. Her face glowed with such fresh, youthful innocence that the Supreme Commander's heart went out, and she quickly walked around her desk to give the girl a warm greeting before motioning to a sofa upon which both sat. "It's no wonder Tom had been unable to keep from falling in love with such a beautiful and charming girl." She thought.

       Lisa was clearly in awe and nervous at being in the presence of the most famous and important woman in the entire world. The Supreme Commander tried to ease the girl's tension by carrying on pleasant small talk about the weather and various things which continued for a few minutes before a period of silence was reached.

      Lisa had been told beforehand as to what would be hanging on the wall, and it was at this point that she found herself unable to keep her eyes from flickering in that direction. She had intended to take only a brief glance but, instead, uttered a sharp intake of breath, and her eyes opened wide – a reaction the Supreme Commander seen from far more than one visitor that had entered her office and experienced the eerie shock of seeing, for the first time, a human head mounted upon a plaque. But Lisa managed to gain control much sooner than most, and, as she looked into Tom's familiar face, her eyes became moist. The Supreme Commander knew that, at least for a brief moment, the girl was lost in memories of another time.

       Lisa continued to look wistfully into Tom's face for several moments, and then, her face registering sadness, started to look away. She had made a deliberate effort to gaze only at his face, but, at the last moment, had been unable to keep her eyes from darting downward. The Supreme Commander found it difficult to keep from chuckling at what followed.

       Lisa had not been informed of the manner in which Tom's penis was mounted. Her head started to turn away after a brief glance, but then, she suddenly stopped and her head jerked back with both her mouth and eyes opening wide in a look that could only be described as pure amazement. She continued to gape in dumfounded disbelief for several moments until realizing, with a start, where she was, who she was with, and that the direction of her gaze was quite obvious. She quickly looked toward the floor with her face flushed and turning red.

       Feeling it necessary to offer an explanation Lisa began to stammer. "I.., ugh.., I.., I've never seen, ugh.., seen that part of them.., ugh.., I mean.., ugh..., you know.., ugh.., stiff like that. I've.., ugh.., heard it talked about, but I never dreamed they could get so.., ugh.., so rigid and.., ugh.., so huge.

       The Supreme Commander put her arm around the girl's shoulder and apologized for failing to have Lisa informed beforehand at to what to expect. (She did not let on that the failure to do so had been deliberate on her part for the express purpose of bringing the very reaction that had taken place.) Then, in a caring manner, she explained that there was nothing for Lisa to be embarrassed about, that her reaction had been perfectly normal, and that it would have been almost impossible for any woman to have done different when unexpectedly being confronted with such an impressive display of that which defined the very essence of the male sex.

       The Supreme Commander was able to get Lisa to relax somewhat, and gently guided the girl into discussing what proved to be an extremely limited knowledge of the anatomy of a human male. Lisa said that there had been only one occasion when she had seen an unclothed man's body up close and had seen what he looked like down there.

       The Supreme Commander had known much of this beforehand but acted as though being caught somewhat off guard and said, "It's hard to see how this could be possible when considering that for the past few years cutting-off, cooking, and eating this part of them has become so commonplace that it's hard to imagine a woman not having done so on numerous occasions." Lisa, again blushing bright red said, “I.., ugh.., I've never even seen any that's been cut-off either cooked or uncooked."

       With the aid of gentle persuasion Lisa went on to explain. She had been raised in a rural area by a strict and protective mother who, for as long as Lisa could remember, had warned that soldiers were extremely dangerous from which she must hide at all times. Her mother had survived until almost the end of the war and, as a result, her influence had had a profound effect on the girl's upbringing. The result, since she had been very young at the stage of the war where no men remained in civilian life and boys had been put in training camps, was that Lisa had no remembrance of ever having been associated with a member of the opposite sex. In fact, she regarded males only in terms of being soldiers to be feared and avoided at all times. As a result, at lest until reaching eighteen, she knew nothing about physical differences except that, for the most part, men were bigger.

       Fighting had never been extremely heavy in her area, but she had not been spared experiencing and observing the horrors of war. Her mother had been afraid to leave her daughter at home and had taken Lisa with her when having to go on errands or search for food. It was not uncommon on such occasions to see soldiers killed in skirmishes or to see the gory aftermath of bombing raids in towns located nearby. Finding food became increasingly difficult, and when the time of the war came that to avoid starvation women had been forced to start using the bodies of dead soldiers for food, themselves included, Lisa's mother had stopped letting her daughter accompany her when going out in search of one for this purpose – saying, "It wasn't proper for a girl to look at men when they didn't have clothes on." When asked why it wasn’t proper the reply was - “Because they’re different and don’t ask me in what way because it’s something I’m not going to talk about”.

       Whenever her mother went off on one of these missions she would take Lisa to a concealed place in a wooded area near their home to hide until returning. Lisa had learned the hard way to not disobey and spent many boring hours in hiding. As she grew older, however, the waits became increasingly difficult and, in spite of the consequences to be faced if discovered, began to venture out and wonder in increasing distances from her hiding place. She felt safe in doing this since, by this time in the war, about the only danger from soldiers in the area were occasional patrols during the night who would always be gone before daybreak. They would, however, sometimes ambush each other and bodies of those killed would be left behind.

      Lisa hesitated a moment at this point of her tale and then said that on one excursion from her hiding place she had come across a soldier that had been killed. With lowered eyes and blushing profusely she said, “I.., er.., I did something that was very naughty."

       With a little encouragement being applied she went on to bashfully explain that the occasion had occurred not long after reaching the age of eighteen. She was walking along a path in the woods when she went around a bend and came upon the body of a dead soldier lying on his side. She had seen many dead soldiers in the past and started to go by without giving him much thought. But then, she remembered her mother telling her that soldiers were different and how curious it had made her in wondering in what way. She looked around fugitively and then at the soldier. She stood for a long time debating with herself, but, in the end, curiosity overcame reluctance. After all, she was alone and no one would know.

      She walked tentatively up the soldier and pushed him on his back. She then took the knife from his belt and cut away his shirt and undershirt. He had a lot of hair on his chest and his breast were only shallow mounds with small nipples. He was indeed different, but not in a way that Lisa considered would be improper for a girl to look at. She took off his boots and socks, undid the buckle of his belt, cut down the legs of his pants and underpants, and pulled them off. For a long time, she could only gape in stunned disbelief at what was revealed. He had a dark patch of curly hair between his legs like she did but there, the resemblance ended. Protruding from the hair was a thick wormy looking thing lying curved sideways. Also, something that looked like sack made out of loose skin with two large bulges in it was hanging between his legs.

       Lisa might not have found herself being so dumfounded if she could have envisioned some apparent purpose for what she was looking at, but she could think of nothing whatsoever and, in knowing that in spite of this there had to be a reason for him being like that down there, it only made her confusion that much greater.

       She had been so astonished and bewildered that she did not even think about what her mother's displeasure would be as she gaped at what lay before her. It was almost without conscious thought that she got down on hands and knees to take a closer look. The long, round wormy thing received her first attention. The skin had a lot of wrinkles except for a cone shaped thing at the end that was smooth and swelled out in a way that looked like some kind of knob. The knob looked like it had a hole at the tip that was closed but was not very big. She then realized that he did not have a hole between his legs like she did and wondered if this was what he had used to pee with. It was so small, however, that she did not see how he could have made very much pee come out. 

       Lisa found herself becoming totally fascinated and wanting to find out more. But she couldn't do this by just looking - there was only one way to do that. It was at this point that she thought about what her mother's reaction would be if she ever found out, but, by now, it was too late and, even though a guilty feeling of doing something very naughty came over her, she had become so engrossed in wanting to discover more about this strange looking thing laying so passively before her that her curiosity had taken complete control.

       She reached out slowly and, starting at the base, lightly ran her fingers along the curved shaft. She was surprised at how smooth and soft it was - especially the flared knobby thing at the end. She put her hand around the middle of the wormy thing and squeezed. It had a soft, spongy texture that mashed together while offering little resistance, and it made the knobby thing bulge even more.

       She lightly grasped the knobby thing, lifted the dead soldier's wormy thing upright, and then turned loose. She had known it would fall down but was surprised at the speed with which it complied. It fell so fast that it bounced when landing in the hair before lying still - but only for a moment. It started to move on its own, and Lisa stared transfixed as, very slowly, it rolled sideways as though crawling inside the loose skin.

       She placed her thumb and forefinger at the base of the wormy and pressed them together to see if she could make it stand up by holding it in this manner. She was startled when, instead, it flopped to the opposite side with a quickness and limpness she found hard to believe. But it had also been kind of funny to look at, and she repeated the maneuver several times while giggling at the way it flopped back and forth. Then, by mashing very slowly, she finally managed to make it stand somewhat upright – but certainly not straight. It curved over with the knobby thing pointing toward her instead of up.

       Lisa continuing to be totally bewildered in trying to think of a purpose as to why the soldier should have something that was so strange to pee with. It was a puzzling mystery, and she wanted to find out everything about it she could in the hope of discovering some type of clue. She continued her examination until she had done every possible thing she could think of. She saved the knobby thing till last, and, lifting it up, pointed it directly at her and looked closely at the end. The hole was nothing more than a small slit that gave the appearance of being sad. She found herself wondering why the wormy thing was so big around for a hole that was so little - it just didn't make any sense. She placed a thumb and finger on each side and pressed down which forced the hole to gape open and allowed her to look into the interior. She saw that it was somewhat bigger than it had appeared to be when closed – but not much. It was moist inside, but she was unable to see very far - even when moving it around until sunlight was shining directly in it.

       When Lisa could think of nothing else to do to the soldier’s wormy thing, she turned her attention to the bulging, strange looking, skin sack that hung between his legs. She looked at how loose and wrinkly it was and then reached down and began feeling the two round things that were inside - hoping to get some clue as to why they were there and what on earth they were supposed to do. She found them to have the size, shape, and slick feel of large, peeled, broiled eggs. They would slip between her fingers when squeezed if not held firm, and each had something that felt like some kind of thick tube attached at the top. All of these discoveries proved to be quite intriguing, but they told her nothing in trying to find the purpose for the round things being there - in fact, she found herself more confused and mystified than before.

       Lisa was suddenly startled by a noise in the distance and, fearing someone might be coming, jumped up and quickly ran back the way she had come. When she was safely away she slowed down, and her mind turned to dwelling upon what she had seen between the soldier's legs. In so doing, her primary thoughts continued to be aimed at wondering what possible reason there could be for him having something so strange on his body for which there was no apparent purpose.

       She had done everything she could think of in trying to find a reason, but, for all her efforts, it remained a total mystery. There was nothing she hadn't stared at, touched, stroked, fondled, squeezed, pinched, pulled, tugged, flipped, or jounced, and, in the process, had made many surprising and startling discoveries. But, in spite of all of this, she had been left completely puzzled. Even the fact that the she had determined that the long, limp, wormy thing at least served the purpose of being what he had used to pee with did little to clear up the mystery since it made no sense to have something so strange and unusual when a simple one like her own worked just fine.

       The deep confusion that occupied Lisa's thoughts, however, did not prevent her from also finding herself being excited about all of the strange things she had discovered - even if they were totally baffling. Many of the things she had done to it and made it do had struck her as being quite funny to the point of being unable to keep from laughing and giggling.

       There was also something she found herself being pleased about. She now at least knew everything there was to know about what soldiers looked like without any clothes on, especially down there, and she wouldn't have to wonder any more. And finally, although she didn't know the reason, she found herself feeling a strange type of excitement that was somehow different from anything she had ever experienced before.

(It was no coincidence that the things Lisa told of doing to the dead soldier’s genitals had been remarkably similar to what the Supreme Commander had also done to Tom’s. Activity such as this had been found to be typical for what the majority of women had done after stripping the clothing from slain bodies of soldiers prior to being cut-up for food. This was especially true for young women when stripping a body for the first time who, like Lisa, had had no prior knowledge either of human male anatomy and therefore, had found themselves being both stunned and bewildered when observing such an astonishing difference in a man’s body than their own. And, also like Lisa, had found themselves being so mystified and curious that they had been unable to keep from examining and exploring these strange objects in trying to find some logical purpose and, in so doing, had found themselves experiencing a great deal of both amusement and excitement to such extent that it had been repeated, again and again, for no other reason than of enjoyment being caused to such extent that it never grew old – regardless of the amount of repetition. It was in knowing such manner being highly typical that, in planning how an activity aimed at playfully taunting and humiliating male sex organs during the “demonstration harvest” should be done, the decision had been made for it to be performed in a way that the vast majority of the female population had done also. In this way, women would remember their own experiences and exciting emotions that had been caused. They would remember being told in the televised campaign about it only being natural to have deep seated inner feelings such as these, and that they should be accepted and allowed to go free. And when not only observing their Supreme Commander and her esteem colleges openly doing the same things to a naked male’s lifeless body, but also displaying heightened amusement and excitement, they would surely find themselves accepting what they had been told as undoubtedly being true. As it had been everything else that had taken place, such had indeed been the case.)

      In the days that followed, Lisa had been unable to get her recent adventure out of her mind and thought of little else. It troubled her some in knowing she had done something that would make her mother angry if she knew, and Lisa disliked doing things that would displease her mother.        But, with the active imagination that comes so readily with youth, her thoughts of what she had seen and done often became so vivid that it was almost as though the adventure was once again taking place. She would giggle when picturing some of the more amusing activities, and, whenever her thoughts lasted any length of time, she would find the strange excitement she had experienced at the time being rekindled. On some of the occasions when her thoughts were especially vivid, she became aware of a tingly feeling between her legs that she had not known before. But, things that were different had been happening down there for the last five or six years that her mother said was normal for all girls, and she found no reason to suspect that this latest feeling might in some way be connected with what she was thinking about.

       When Lisa reached nineteen her mother, realizing that that her daughter was becoming an adult, reluctantly allowed her to become a member of the women’s underground. It was in this way that, for the first time in her life, Lisa found herself having a large circle of acquaintances and, in so doing, gained an increasing awareness of things that were taking place. One of these was to find out that women were cooking and eating soldier's "dicks" and "nuts". (Lisa had heard others using these terms so often that she started doing it also.) She never observed any women actually doing this, but she heard it talked about to such an extent that there could be no doubt. And, the way it was raved about also made it clear that the quality and taste must indeed be truly amazing.

       Lisa's expanding knowledge, however, served to give her a knowledge of "dicks" that went beyond making a fabulous meal. She came to know the meaning and horrors of rape from hearing accounts from others telling of what had happened to someone they knew. At first, she found it hard to believe that something as limp as what she had discovered could become stiff, but the terrifying descriptions removed all doubt that soldiers did indeed have a way of making this happen. In spite of the fact that no one could offer any explanation as to how such a seemingly impossible feat was accomplished, Lisa was forced to accept that somehow, someway, it could not only be done but, in so doing, would cause such excruciating pain and terror that being raped was something for women to fear more than even death.

       The frequency which Lisa heard of women being raped made her realize that it would only be a matter of time before it happened to someone she knew. She never suspected, however, that when this occurred the victim would be a girl named Sally that had become her best friend. "She had barely turned nineteen." Lisa said with eyes becoming moist. "She and another girl were hiding each in a different place from soldiers. But the soldiers found Sally though.., dragged her out.., and beat her up real bad. And.., and, then they ripped off her clothes.., held her down.., and.., and, raped her."

       "There were over thirty of them. They didn't take their pants off but just unzipped them and pulled their dicks out. All the other girl could do was watch. She said that even though Sally was barely conscious after being beat-up that she started to struggle and screamed out something terrible when the first soldier started sticking his dick in her. He had trouble at first and had to use a lot of force to get it in all the way, but it got easier after he did it several times, and he started going real fast and hard. Sally kept struggling and screaming out so loud that the girl could hardly believe how bad the pain must have been. The soldier kept on like this until, all of a sudden he yelled out and jerked while thrusting his dick forward and holding it inside as far as it would go."

       "He then got off of Sally, and when he stood up the other girl saw that there was blood on his dick and that some kind of milky looking stuff was dripping out of the hole. The other soldiers followed, one after another, and they did it real fast and hard also. And, in addition to sticking their dicks in her, a lot of them squeezed her breast real hard and chewed on them. Some even bit so hard that they started to bleed."

       "They would all yell out and jerk like the first soldier did just before they would stop. The amount of blood on their dicks kept getting worse and worse, and after about ten or so had raped her their dicks were bright red. It even started getting on the front of their pants, but this didn't seem to bother them very much – they just kept on even when it got real bad."

       "Sally struggled and screamed for a long time, but then it started getting less and less until she stopped and lay still, and the girl could tell from the look on Sally's face that she was dead. But even being dead didn't stop them. They just kept right on raping her and during the entire time they were all laughing and hollering".

       "After they finally finished raping her they looked at her laying there dead and all bruised and bleeding. And they laughed like it was one of the funniest things they had ever seen. Some of them kicked her and even spit on her. And then one of them picked up a large stick and jammed it inside her as hard as he could, and they all seemed to think this was especially funny."

       "When they finally went away they left her laying like that, and the girl could hear them still laughing for a long way off. She had been so scared that, even long after the soldiers were gone, she just kept hiding and looked at Sally laying in a pool of blood. It was only when some women came hours later and found them that the girl came out and told what happened."

       Lisa's eyes brimmed with tears. "Sally was my best friend, and, for no reason at all, she was dead. I had learned a long time ago to accept people being killed by bombs and things because of the war. In fact, it's something that I came to expect was going to happen sooner or later to just about everyone - including me. But Sally wasn't dead because of something that happened from the war. She was dead because some soldiers just wanted to have fun. They treated her like she wasn't even a person - or even anything that had been a living creature for that matter."

       "To them.., she was just something to play with.., and destroy.., and then discard as though she was nothing. But she wasn't nothing.. She was a bright, beautiful, girl who loved life and was full of spirit and happiness.. And just because some soldiers wanted to have fun - she was dead. It meant nothing to them that a vibrant, young life had come to an end and would never again see the sunshine or know happiness. And they had cared less that she died in terror.., and in agony.., and in terrible pain. All they did was laugh.. I lost my best friend just so soldiers could have fun and laugh."

       The Supreme Commander reached out compassionately and held Lisa's hand tightly. "That's horrible Lisa. I'm so sorry. Her death was indeed tragic and senseless. Unfortunately, Sally wasn't the only one. Millions upon millions of women were raped and murdered during the war for no other reason than because soldiers wanted to have fun."

       Lisa nodded. "I know." She said in a somber tone. "I know."