The Future

  THE FUTURE

By C

PART II

CHAPTER 30

                            

       The Supreme Commander was taken aback at the scene that unfolded before her. She had left Lisa in the capable hands of a kindly woman that was in charge of greeting and instructing arriving participates and, after giving the girl a hug and words of final encouragement, had climbed a flight of stairs and entered the spacious stands of the same arena in which she had taken Tom's life on that eventful day. It was her first return, and her reaction came from getting her first look at a "harvesting" operation in full production.

       Fifty large wooden tables sat around the perimeter of the arena floor, and inside of these were numerous racks from which hung row after row of glistening, freshly skinned, human male carcasses of a number that greatly exceeded what she and her colleagues had amassed that first day which, at the time, she had thought to be highly impressive. And, of the tables, there was not a single one whose surface did not contain the lifeless body of a naked man in the process of being butchered except for two bodies that were laying spread-eagled on their backs while the women that had taken their lives were playfully taunting the exposed manhood. The bleeding bodies of ten more naked men, hanging suspended upside-down by one leg from motorized hoists, revolved slowly above tables where work was nearing completion in readiness to be lowered as soon as the surfaces were cleared.

       In the very center of the floor was the startling sight of a table upon whose surface lay a huge pile of severed penises and scrotums of a height that staggered the imagination. Next to this, and maybe the most shocking sight of all, was a large wheeled bin containing nothing but men's severed heads whose open eyes gave the eerie impression of still being alive.

       Other activities were also taking place. The bodies of two men, leaving trails of blood, were being dragged by the feet from a small, screened enclosure. At another location, a group of women were busily engaged in lifting down some of the carcasses and stacking them like cord-wood on several large, four-wheeled hand trucks which, when loaded, would be pushed out to join others awaiting the arrival of a refrigeration truck for transport to facilities that would do final processing and distribution.

       And there was more to be seen - a women carrying a shallow pan containing a severed head and genitals - two women pushing a wheeled bin filled with crushed ice from table to table where they would pause long enough to throw several shovelfuls into similar bins in which could be seen arms, legs and containers filled with all types of internal organs. In addition, some of these latter bins that had already become full were being pushed away to the loading area and were being passed by empty ones being brought in to take their place.

       Such was the scene that greeted the Supreme Commander, and, in spite of thinking herself to have been prepared, had caused her to gape in amazement. She had tried to contemplate what it would be like to witness something such as this ever since being involved in the early planning stages on how "harvestings" would be conducted and, for the past few weeks, had looked at photographs and watched video replays of them actually taking place. But she quickly discovered that none of these come close to capturing the effect of seeing it actually taking place.

       She had, of course, played a primary role and witnessed the events of that first "harvest", but she found the experience had done little in preparing her to being suddenly confronted by one being conducted on a much greater scale where emphasis was clearly aimed at production rather than merely giving an introductory demonstration. The arena floor that had previously seemed so spacious was now crowded and congested, yet, in spite of this, the activity was being done in an efficient manner that gave the appearance having settled into an established routine.

       When the first "harvest" had been approaching conclusion the Supreme Commander had been pleased in noting that the effort to create an atmosphere giving the impression of a meat processing operation being conducted had been somewhat successful. But the atmosphere which she now found surrounding her was far more than a mere impression. This WAS a meat processing operation in every sense of the word, and the startling identity of the bodies being butchered did nothing to detract from it being readily apparent.

       It took only moments for the Supreme Commander to take all of this in, and she felt a sense of wonder as she made her way to her seat and sat down. She raised her binoculars, and it was only then she saw that what at a distance had given the appearance of being a well established routine was anything but routine to the women busily engaged in butchering the bodies of men lying on the tables. She smiled with pleasure as she looked at one face after another and, in every case, saw eyes flashing with exhilaration and excitement that were indeed every bit as intense as what she and her colleagues had experienced. Reading reports describing women of the general population reacting in such a manner did not come close to giving the satisfaction of actually seeing it take place.

       After observing this heartening sight for several minutes the Supreme Commander turned her attention to the large female audience. It was a sharp contrast to the coordinated and businesslike activity taking place below. The spectators, comprised of at least several thousand women, were in a festive, jovial mood but also, one that was relaxed in a way making it obvious that, for them, this was not the first occasion of observing such a scene. But, at the same time, the repetition had obviously done nothing to dampen the enthusiasm. The air was charged with excitement and almost all were looking eagerly from one activity to another through raised binoculars. The table holding the huge pile of severed penises and scrotums was receiving a great many lingering glances to the extent of making it obvious that it had become an object of particular interest.

       The Supreme Commander had been in the midst of taking all of this in when she became aware of a mummer starting to pass through the audience and binoculars turning look in the same direction. She looked down at the arena floor and saw two towel clad men with hands tied behind their backs being forcefully escorted by a woman holding firmly on each arm and another following behind.

       One of the men immediately drew her attention. He was a huge, barrel-chested, individual with thick hair covering most of his body and a bushy beard that gave him an extremely menacing appearance. In addition, his eyes glared with fierce anger, and he was struggling to the extent that, even though the women holding his arms and the third having to push from behind had been chosen for their physical size and strength, it was only with difficulty that he was being forced forward. Clearly, this was a very dangerous and violent man.

       The second man was of average statue and was offering no resistance at all. A glance at his face, however, revealed a blank, uncomprehending, look that showed him to be one of the countless number whose years of combat had rendered mentally unbalanced and, therefore, although docile and out of touch with reality much of the time, was subject to being highly unpredictable.

       The area into which the men were being led was a screened enclosure that, while not high enough to obstruct the interior being viewed from the stands, prevented at floor level from being able to observe what was taking place beyond its confines. A screen standing in front of a rack holding an assortment of bows and a large quantity of arrows kept these items out of sight also.

       The men were brought to a halt in the center of a large square covered by canvas stretched tightly on the floor, and the two woman that had been following behind each knelt and quickly bound the captive's feet together in a skillful manner indicating a maneuver practiced countless times. The women holding the men's arms then stepped away with the two that had been wrestling with the giant pausing to warily watch him struggle against his bonds and then, apparently satisfied, followed the others out.

       Two other women that had been standing at the far end of the enclosure while all of this had been taking place stepped forward and, after pausing a tantalizing moment, reached out and yanked away the towels leaving the men standing naked. A wave of cheering, laughter, giggling, and cat-whistles broke out from the female audience indicating obvious approval. The Supreme Commander didn't openly join the merriment, but she was unable to suppress a chuckle when she saw that the penis of the larger man, in spite of

his huge bulk, was quite small with only the head being visible hanging from an extremely thick thatch of hair. By contrast, the penis of his companion, whose physical features were dwarfed in all other respects, was far more prominent even though, at best, it would be considered only average.

       When his towel had been pulled away the huge man had uttered a furious bellow and renewed his efforts to break free. It was only after straining to the point that his body trembled from exertion that he accepted the futility, stopped his struggles, and stood glaring about with a red face whose bright color was more the result of rage than embarrassment. He gave the appearance that in spite of being treated in what, to him, must surely have been a highly bizarre manner, he apparently did not consider himself to be in any great danger.

       This viewpoint, however, came to a sudden end when the woman that had disrobed him, after stepping back and allowing her eyes to wander briefly over his nakedness, turned, walked behind the screen, return moments later with a bow and an arrow in hand, took a sideways position directly in his front, inserted the notch of the arrow in the bowstring, and drew it back to its full length while raising her outstretched left arm to aim the gleaming, razor sharp point at his chest. In addition, it didn't help matters that the other woman had taken the same action and was directing her attention to his still uncomprehending companion. As this series of events had been unfolding the man's look of rage faded as his face first showed signs of uncertainty that changed to apprehension and then, outright fear.

       The Supreme Commander, however, had given little notice of the man's reaction. Instead, when the two women raised their weapons she became aware of the sounds of feminine merriment in the audience coming to an end and being replaced by a silence that was almost eerie. She looked at the women seated around her and saw that they were staring excitedly in mesmerized fascination at the scene below. It was quite evident that they were acutely aware of being on the verge of witnessing human life come to an abrupt end in a dramatic and exciting manner and, as such, had been caught up in a suspense comprised of both fascination and anticipation. She had observed similar reactions taking place among the audience on that first day during the demonstration, and it apparently made little difference that the women around her had, by now, watched the same thing taking place over and over again. In spite of the repetition, however, the effect that it brought on did not appear to have been dampened in the least.

       She also observed something else being present that had gone undiminished with the passage of time. Even if she had not witnessed it previously there could be no mistaking the cause for the slack-mouth expressions of longing and excitement being registered on faces that, for many, was accompanied by subconsciously stroking prominent bulges of swollen nipples or pressing between spread legs. It was obvious that these women were vividly aware that the human life they were about to witness coming to a violent end were those of naked members of the opposite sex - an awareness that served to heighten an excitement of which a great deal had become purely sexual.

       The Supreme Commander had been heartened in seeing the extent to which the raw passion of these emotions still remained, but the thing that heartened her the most was in seeing that they were far more prominent than what had been observed at that first event. The women also had looks of glee on their faces which could have no other meaning than being joyful about what was about to occur. Such a reaction would not be possible unless there were feelings of both resentment and uncaring toward not only the two members of the opposite sex that were moments from death - but for the remains below of the hundreds that had already perished. It was clear that they were of the opinion that the fate being received was justly deserved and not worthy of concern. Of all the emotions she and her colleagues had hoped to bring forth among the female population, it had been the creation of feelings such as this that had been desired the most.

       The silence in the arena become so pronounced that the trembling voice of the huge giant could be clearly heard coming over the speakers when the woman before him raised her bow. "Hey..! What the hell's going on..? Come-on..! Put that damn thing down..! No..! No..! Don't..! Plea.." The last was cut short as over the speakers came the remembered sounds of the twang of released bowstrings, brief swishes of arrows in flight, thuds, and then slicing sounds that were accompanied by startled gasps that had obviously been uttered by males. Any sounds coming over the speakers afterward, however, were drowned out as the audience erupted in a loud, triumphant cheer.

       The Supreme Commander turned her attention back to the floor. The two men appeared to standing as before except that each had the feathered end of an arrow protruding from his left breast. A quick glance at their faces, however, revealed the same vacant eyed expressions of stunned surprise she quickly recognized - death had been instantaneous.

       When the lifeless bodies toppled backward a moment later and crashed to the floor, another triumphant cheer erupted. Both men landed in the same position as had Tom and a large number of the others in which feet being tied resulted in them being trapped beneath buttocks and forcing bent knees to spread wide and pelvises to thrust upward. The two men lay motionless in this degrading position for several moments, and then, almost in unison, both began to jerk violently.

       Due to its short length, the resulting antics of the penis on the larger man would have been described more in terms of jiggling rather than flopping about wildly as was the case with that of his companion. But, due to its extreme limpness it was, nevertheless, highly active and comical.

       The sound of laughter and giggling coming from the audience caused the Supreme Commander to return her attention to the women seated around her. The degree of spirited amusement she observed exceeded any that had taken place at the  “demonstration harvest", and the same was true for looks of triumph and exhilarating excitement as they stared transfixed at the thrashing bodies - or, primarily, at what was between the widespread legs. And, in spite of the lack of endowment, that part of the larger man appeared to be receiving the most attention. She did not find this to be surprising. There could be little doubt that every member of the audience was finding it especially gratifying to see a man of such belligerence and enormous bulk not only being fell with simple ease by the hand of a fellow woman but, in so doing, in a manner that brought forth such a humiliating reaction.

       The Supreme Commander could also see that sexual excitement in the women around her had also become far more intense - which was clearly evident from observing many hands pressing and rubbing between spread legs. Joy surged within as she watched such erotic behavior being displayed by women who were staring intently at the spectacle taking place below which, for many, reached the point of bodies exploding in intense organisms.

       The reports she had received had been correct. The enthusiasm and excitement being displayed had indeed increased from what she had witnessed on that first day. And, not only was this the case, but this time, there was a marked difference in the cause that had brought it about. The women of that prior audience had been caught up in a fervor ignited by her emotional and fiery verbal assault on the male population in placing full blame upon them as being solely responsible for the desperate crisis that threatened the very survival of the entire world.

       The women she was now observing, however, were not responding from being caught up by a passionate speech. They had merely walked in, sat down, and started watching what was taking place. And yet, in so doing, they had been caught up in an excitement that was not only far more intense but was different in manner. There was still a wild enthusiasm being fanned by feelings of hostility and resentment, but the charged atmosphere of being caught up in the grips of an uncontrollable fervor was no longer in evidence. There was, instead, an atmosphere of being caught up in the grips of what was proving to be a spellbinding form of enjoyment. In spite of being in the midst of witnessing human life coming to a violent and devastating end, these women were clearly at ease in their surroundings.

       To put it in simple terms, the women were being entertained - entertained from watching men being forcefully brought out, stripped naked, brutally slain, the lifeless bodies being treated with disdain while being taunted and humiliated, and then unceremoniously butchered as though being of no more importance than livestock. And, it was from witnessing this still hard to believe activity, and from this alone, that had resulted in creating an excitement that greatly exceeded what she had observed before.

       It was quite evident, however, that none of the exhilarating excitement had caused the women to loose sight of the fact that the human life they were watching come to a sudden and violent end was being done for the purpose of being slaughtered for food. To do so would have been highly difficult in such an atmosphere where hundreds of skinned carcasses were hanging in full view. But, of primary importance, it was equally evident that, at no time, were any feelings of concern being felt for the victims. All that was being felt was excitement, merriment, triumphant glee, and feminine pride.

       It was readily apparent that none of the members of this audience would later find themselves feeling guilt or remorse when eating their meals. If anything, sitting down to their tables and looking at the meat on their plates would only bring forth renewed excitement from having witnessed the dramatic and exciting manner in which it was being obtained. A warm smile spread across the Supreme Commander's face. The vital and noble goal for which she and her colleagues had strived to achieve had been accomplished with remarkable success.

       She returned her attention to the arena floor as the two bodies, leaving trails of blood, were being drug by the feet from the enclosure. Four women, two on each leg, were needed to pull the massive bulk of the larger man but, with their combined strength, were having little difficulty.

       Several women entered the enclosure as soon as it was vacated, and they quickly unhooked elastic cords holding the canvas whose surface was now smeared with bright red stains. The women bundled up the canvas, dropped it in a large plastic tub, quickly unfolded a clean replacement, and hooked it in place. The entire operation had taken no more than a minute, and, when finished, the enclosure looked as before - giving no evidence of what had occurred.

       The women departing the screened area passed three others that were entering and whose hesitant manner caught the Supreme Commander's attention. When the newcomers reached the end of the enclosure they stood in a group and smiled nervously at each other in an obvious attempt to bolster their courage. The Supreme Commander smiled in knowing that the nervousness would not last very long. She was soon proven to be correct when a few minutes later the women's eyes were flashing with excitement as they gleefully watched the now lifeless bodies of their naked victims being dragged away by the feet - each leaving a trail of blood.

       As soon these latest victims were removed from the enclosure, the recently placed canvas, now covered with blood, was quickly taken up and replaced in the same manner as had its' predecessor. The cycle was repeated again and again in a never ending regularity in which the only difference was that the numbers of men being brought out varied depending upon how many tables were approaching becoming empty. In most cases, they were slain either two or three at a time but, on several occasions, it had been four. The procedure was organized in such a manner that insured a fresh body was always hanging in readiness above a table where work was nearing completion so that it could be lowered the moment the surface was cleaned and, thereby, insure not a moment being wasted.

       The Supreme Commander watched the steady flow of men perishing before her, but, surprisingly, she soon reached a point of giving them little notice. Instead, her thoughts returned to worrying about Lisa which resulted in her becoming increasingly anxious as time passed. She began to squirm in her seat and, as she did, found herself starting to have second thoughts.

       Since entering the arena, she had not seen a single woman come out that, although most were extremely nervous at first, had not been quickly caught up with uncontrollable excitement. But, would this really be the case for Lisa? After all, none of those she observed had been raised with the forceful influence of old-fashion beliefs and morals being instilled by strict upbringing. Could such an influence truly be swept aside in a matter of moments? And what of the surprise that had been arranged? Would it serve to provide the added boost for which she hoped? Was her decision not to tell Lisa beforehand but let it come as a jolting shock the correct thing to do? She shook her head. "Well, it's too late now." She said to herself.

       The Supreme Commander's thoughts became so focused on her concerns for Lisa that she continued to pay little noticed when three more trowel clad men were brought out and were soon standing naked, side by side, bound hand and foot and, each one, facing a women holding a raised bow and drawn arrow that was being aimed at the bared chests. Her gaze lingered almost idly on one of the men, and it was only by chance that she took noticed of the look on his face - a look of sheer terror.

       A moment later, a triumphant cheer erupted from the audience as a brief blur changed into the feathered end of an arrow suddenly appearing protruding from his left breast. He uttered a short gasp as his expression changed into yet another vacant look of stunned surprise - a look that told her that he was no longer alive. His suddenly lifeless body toppled backward, accompanied by his companions who had suffered the same fate, and all crashed simultaneously to the floor - bringing forth another rousing cheer.

       A sudden jolt went through the Supreme Commander. In the mist of all of this festive gaiety the life of the man she had been looking at and of those that had been with him had not only come to a sudden and violent end, but, in the moments before it occurred, they had been experiencing one of the most gut-wrenching terrors known – that of suddenly realizing that one's own death was at hand. And, not only had the same been the case for all of the others that had perished since her arrival, but had surely been equally so for the hundreds before she came that were now nothing but carcasses hanging inert in rows like sides of beef. All had experienced a fear and horror of almost unbelievable magnitude in the moments before they died in humiliation, helpless and naked, as a wildly enthusiastic female audience had laughed and cheered. And, while her concerns for Lisa had prevented being caught up in a likewise festive manner as she had experienced during the “demonstration harvest", she had, nevertheless, watched it taking place with an almost abstract indifference.

       She had, of course, been aware of the steady stream of men being brought out and killed before her, but, beyond this, had given little thought to the immense fear and sheer terror that had griped each one during the moments before death. A few weeks ago, finding herself containing an indifference of this magnitude would have impossible, and it came as quite a surprise to realize the extent to which it had now not only occurred, but had done so with such a remarkable ease. And, of almost equal surprise, instead of feeling concern at discovering such a profound transformation having taken place within her, she found herself being pleased at the realization.

       She smiled and shook her head in amused dismay. The men she had watched with indifference as they died in terror were vastly different from Tom and the other innocent young men that had been slain on that first day, but she suspected that even if this had not been the case it would have made little difference. It was a far cry from the deep feelings of compassion that had always been such a dominate part of her nature, and, strangely enough, in spite of all that had changed within her, she felt this part of her remained the same.

       The Supreme Commander's thoughts were interrupted by a beep in the device in her ear which was the signal that Lisa was about to come out. She had been startled that it was happening so soon until she glanced at her watch and saw far more time had elapsed than it had seemed. She realized that she must have lost track of time which was confirmed when she looked at the table upon which lay the huge man that had been killed when she first arrived - or, to be more precise - what remained of him. His body was nothing more than a skinned torso in the process of being cut in-half down the spine by the woman that had taken his life. The massive bulk was all that remained to give evidence of it having been the same hairy giant that had displayed such immense anger and belligerence a short while ago.

       Apprehension gripped the Supreme Commander when she saw Lisa and another girl that looked to be her same age walk tentatively from beneath the stands and enter the screened enclosure. She nodded with approval in realizing that the paring, in all likelihood, had been deliberate to enable the girls to gain mutual comfort from each other. But, this did little to ease her building tension, and the hesitant manner in which Lisa walked with downcast eyes did little to offer encouragement.

       The Supreme Commander switched on her transmitter. "You look absolutely stunning in that outfit Lisa." She said in a cheerful voice. "I'm scared to death." Came a trembling reply. "Almost everyone is that way at first." The Supreme Commander said trying to sound far more confident than she felt. "That will quickly go away as soon as things get started. Don't worry, you'll do just fine." "I.., I don't know.. I just don't know. "Lisa said – sounding extremely doubtful. "Just hang in there a little longer." The Supreme Commander replied encouragingly. "I promise. It will be entirely different when he's brought out."  "I.., I hope so.., but I don't see how." Lisa replied with the same tone of doubt.

       As soon as the girls reached the end of the enclosure their trowel clad victims, hands tied behind their backs, were escorted into view. The one chosen for Lisa had a fierce scowl on his face and was struggling to the point that, even though of only average build, the woman following behind was having to push.

       As the men were brought forward, the girl standing beside Lisa looked intently at the one that was her intended victim. It did not take her long to begin showings signs of excitement, but Lisa, however, appeared unwilling to raise her eyes.

       "Lisa, please, please look at him. Just look at him. That's all I ask." The Supreme Commander said in a pleading tone. In response, Lisa slowly raised her head and looked at the approaching figure. Then, with her eyes becoming moist to the point of brimming with tears, her head once again started downward as she said, "I can't.. Please., I just..."

       Lisa's pleas were cut short as she suddenly raised her head to look again - this time in a confused, searching manner. Her eyes then opened wide in disbelief, and, uttering a gasp, she stepped backward with a look of fear coming on her face. But then, a decisive change took place. The expression of fear faded and was replaced by a look of coldness that increased in intensity as the man came closer and then brought to a halt before her with his feet being quickly tied.

       "Hello Billy. Remember me?" Lisa said as she stepped forward and glared in the man's face. "What the hell's going on?" Came the snarling reply that was followed by a startled - "Hey..! What th..?" - when Lisa reached out and yanked away the towel.

       Up to this point, Billy had been looking around in confusion, and it was only upon being stripped naked that he turned his attention to Lisa who had taken a step backward and was staring boldly between his legs. "So that's it huh?" Billy said with a sneer. "You damn dames just can't get your fill. It's not enough to tie us blindfolded and gagged to a bed so one of you can come in and get her jollies off. Now, a whole bunch of you wants to get a look. We never did buy that line of telling us that it was being done because women started feeling sorry for us because we weren't getting any. We knew all along what the real reason was, and this sure as hell proves it."

       Billy started to make another cutting remark but stopped when he suddenly took note of the striking beauty of Lisa's young face. His eyes then shifted downward to her short skirt that curved outward over smoothly rounded hips and molded tantalizingly to the flatness of her abdomen. His mouth became slack as he stared in a manner that made it clear he was visualizing what lay beneath.

       His gaze lingered for a few moments and then continued downward. The look of longing became more acute as he studied the appealing curves and smoothness of her upper thighs and legs. The process was slowly repeated, going upward, until his eyes roamed approvingly over the large, proud, swells of her unrestrained young breasts and finally came to rest on faint but noticeable bulges of nipples beneath the soft fabric.

       "Look.., er.., don't get me wrong though." Billy said. "It's not that we don't like the way it's being done regardless of what the real reason might be. In fact.., I've got to admit it's been damn exciting." He then looked eagerly at Lisa's face. "Look.., er.., when those dames up there get their fill of gawking and they take us back, er.., if you're looking for a good time why don't you come along. You'd find it to be a lot more fun if I'm not tied up, but you can do it that way if you want. But at least leave the damn blindfolded off. OK? I mean.., it's only fair after you already having seen everything about me."

       Lisa uttered a short, sarcastic laugh. "That's the second time you've told me how much I would enjoy your dick, Billy." She then reached out and, placing the tips of her fingers under the head of his penis, lifted it up and rocked it from side to side. "Humm.." She said in an appraising tone. "I have to admit that it's not bad at all." Then, giving a sneer, she flipped it away and said, "But I'm afraid it doesn't compare with Tom's.”

       "Tom?" Bully questioned in a confused tone. Lisa glared at him with her face blazing with contempt. "You still don't recognize me do you? I guess you've raped so many women that you can't even remember what they looked like - not even one that got away. Well, I'm the girl that you and you gang of thugs was just before raping until Tom came along and stopped you. Do you remember now?"

       Billy's eyes opened wide in disbelief. "You..?" He stammered. "How? I mean.., that was years ago."  "Yes, it was years ago Billy." Lisa said with her voice turning cold. "Maybe you forgot me, but I sure as hell haven't forgotten you!"

       Up to this point, Billy's manner had shown, in spite of the bizarre nature of what was happening, that he had not thought himself to be in any particular danger. Now, a look of concern crossed his face, and he looked around nervously. He was totally baffled as to how he had been found out for something that had happened years ago, but there was no use trying to deny it when the intended victim, who he now finally recognized, was standing before him making the accusation.

       "Look." He said. "We had been drinking and were only out looking for a little fun. We were just trying to scare you some - that's all. We weren't really going to do anything."  "Ha!" Lisa shot back. "Do you expect me to believe that! I was there! Remember? Tell me Billy, how many women have you beaten and raped? Do you even know? Did you torture and kill them afterward just for the fun of it and then laugh about it when they were dead?

       Billy's look of nerviness changed to fear. "What.., ugh.., what are you going to do?" He stammered. "Don't worry, Billy." Lisa said in a tone that, although filled with contempt, had suddenly become calm. "Nobody's going to hurt you even though you deserve it. But women are not like that."

       Lisa turned to leave, but then stopped and looked back. "Oh! Remember when Tom made you go away, and you yelled at him that you hoped he enjoyed himself? Well, I'm afraid Tom didn't enjoy me, but, several weeks ago, I sure as hell enjoyed him." Then laughing, she added, "You know Billy? You were right all along. We dames are crazy about men's bodies and especially your dicks. You can't begin to imagine just how truly fantastic we think dicks are. Tom's surely was. But, I'm afraid I'll have to pass on yours. Don't let that worry you though. Another woman will be enjoying it real soon."  "Huh? What do you mean by that?" Billy asked. Instead of making a reply, Lisa turned and walked away - leaving him gaping at her in total bewilderment.

       The other girl had become so caught up with excitement from looking at the nakedness of her own victim that she paid no attention to the exchange that had taken place. In fact, Lisa had to tap her on the shoulder to get her attention while walking toward the screened rack holding the bows and arrows.

       Unlike her companion, however, there was no wild excitement in Lisa's manner. Instead, there was a look of cold determination on her face which left little doubt, as she reached to pick up her weapons, that she had every intention of using them. But, in this regard, there was also nothing in her behavior that showed any indication of being possessed by a fury of seeking revenge. Her manner was one of responding to the performing of a task that simply needed to be done - Billy did not deserve to live - not because of what he had attempted to do to her - but for the atrocities that he had undoubtedly done to other women that had been far less fortunate.

       The Supreme Commander had not only observed through her binoculars all that had taken place, but had also heard everything that had been said through her ear piece. Her decision to search out Billy and arrange for him to be Lisa's victim had proven to be highly effective, and, from the reluctant manner in which Lisa had been acting just prior to recognizing him, it had, in all likelihood, prevented her from turning to flee and bringing total failure. But, on the other hand, the Supreme Commander had no idea as to just how much success had actually been achieved. Lisa's manner was making it quite obvious that she would take Billy's life but what would happen afterward was highly uncertain.

       She had been hoping to see Lisa being caught up in an excitement brought on by being thrilled at the sudden prospect of being able to reap vengeance on a hated and despised foe. Her hopes had been that if this were to happen it might serve to provide the catalyst needed to awaken and unleash uncontrollable emotions that had proven to be so overwhelming for herself, her colleagues, and all those she had just recently observed. But, while Lisa had made the depth of the hostility she felt toward Billy very clear, instead of being swept up in a frenzy of anger she had remained remarkably calm in displaying a manner of cold contempt that Billy had probably found to be far more frightening. Lisa's actions had proven to be yet another insight into the girl's remarkable courage and character, and, although it was not what had been hoped for, the Supreme Commander could not help from being filled with admiration.

       The admiration, however, did little to comfort her continuing concern as to what the final outcome would prove to be. Lisa's manner was one of which, after taking Billy's life, she might well consider having accomplished what needed to be done and throw down the bow and simply walk away without even thinking about the remainder of what she was expected to do. And, even if she remembered, would an awareness of the massive audience that was watching cause a return of her embarrassment to the point of being unable to continue?

       Lisa had found no difficulty in being able to stare boldly between Billy's legs, and she had even reached out to lift his penis and give it a brief examination. But those acts had been primarily caused by scorn, and the Supreme Commander had serious doubts that Lisa, at the time, had even been aware of either the audience or her surroundings.

       The Supreme Commander did notice, however, Lisa's nipples starting to enlarge during the time that she had been touching and looking at Billy's penis. The bulges beneath the sweater had quickly faded when she resumed her angry confrontation, but the brief arousal indicated that, at least for a moment, something within the girl's subconscious had begun to stir. It wasn't much upon which to base a great deal of hope - but at least it was something.