Full Metal Collar
Author's note: This is an old story I found on my hard drive from a couple years ago! I feel like I should put it up for completion's sake, and as of right now I have no plans on finishing it, but if there's actually a demand, I'll put it on my list.
Disclaimer- this story contains scenes of graphic and gratuitous violence among many other horrible things. If you get offended easily or if you're squeamish, stop here. You have been warned.
It was an overcast day, as most seemed to be these days. Ever since the war started each day seemed to get worse than the last. This war was not like the others, however. One side was just what you'd expect of a group of soldiers; a group of rugged men dressed in heavy body armor colored with camouflage. There was something different about the other side, though. Instead of the usual soldiers, every person in the opposing army was female. Everyone has known it's been coming for quite some time. A war between the sexes. The reasons were far too numerous to list. The only reason this war took so long to start was that each gender needed the other to reproduce. These days science has advanced far enough that men were no longer needed for women to have children. The fighting started less than a decade after the creation of artificial sperm. There's fighting all over the globe these days, from the big cities to the small towns and forests. No where is safe, not even hospitals or churches, and no one is safe, not even children.
Today the men had persuaded a captive into telling them the location of a small female encampment. They were waiting for supplies and reinforcements, too scared to move out ahead in search of them. The group of male soldiers proceeded carefully through to forest, then they stopped and took cover when they reached a clearing â€" the sight of the encampment. There couldn't have been more than twenty women in the group, but that was still more than the six or seven men doing the raiding. Numbers weren't the problem here, it was the supplies. The women barely had enough guns for each of them to have one, and most of them hadn't eaten in days.
The group of men was made up a mix of furs and humans, as was the group of women. The men consisted of two humans, two wolves and a rabbit. The men couldn't make out too many of the women, but they did see mostly humans along with a couple vixens and a rabbit or two. The encampment was made of just a few tents with the start of a fire in the middle. There were only three human women on sentry duty, probably the only three in the camp with any armor.
The men decided to start this battle off with a bang. One of the wolves took a grenade off of his belt and lobbed it into the nearest tent. In just a couple seconds there was a scream, which was quickly drowned out by the deafening explosion. The men quickly popped up from their hiding places and started to spray bullets at anything that moved. A human dropped down to the ground as her leg was torn up by bullets, sending blood everywhere. Another one was torn almost clean in half horizontally. When the women finally managed to pull themselves together, the ten or so remaining took cover behind various objects. Only half of them had any armor on and the rest were in various states of undress, one of them was even completely nude. As they tried to formulate a counterattack they were almost deafened by the sound of bullets falling around them mixed in with the screams of agony from the women that weren't quite dead yet.
Finally, the bullets stopped so the men could reload. When they noticed the intermission, a rabbit popped up to return fire. A bullet from a sniper rifle quickly sent the contents of her skull flying onto the ground, then the hail of bullets began again. The nude, unarmed red headed human took her fallen comrade's gun and managed to get a few shots off before popping back into cover. As soon as she got back down, the armored woman next to her keeled over into a puddle of her own blood. She had been shot earlier and no one noticed it until she died from the sudden loss of blood. The eight remaining women knew they had no chance to win the battle at this point so they started to sprint away from the men as fast as they could. The men fired on the retreating soldiers but they were moving too fast, so every shot missed. Every shot except one that is. Just before a fox girl got away, the sniper sent a bullet sailing right through the knee of the blond soldier with nothing but a tank top and panties on, sending her crumpling to the ground and screaming in agony. The remaining women kept up their retreat, not even looking back at their fallen friend.
When the women were out of sight the men let out a cheer, reloaded their weapons and gave each other a few high fives along with a few other congratulatory gestures. The men walked into the bloody battlefield and took a long look over the dead and dieing women. One of the men picked up the human woman who was shot in half. The added weight caused everything below her waist to snap off and fall onto the ground, quickly followed by the organs in her top half. The entrails fell onto the ground with a wet, sickening thud, leaving the top half of the long dead woman completely empty save for her remaining bones. Just then, the sniper called out to signal that he had someone still alive. It was the blond fox that gotten shot through the leg.
When the rest of the soldiers got up to her, she was trying to pull herself away using her arms. Her torn leg left a trail of blood on the ground as she pulled herself. When she saw the men advancing on her, she redoubled her efforts and let out a scream, even wetting herself in terror. She had heard the stories so she knew full well what was coming. When the men saw her piss herself they just laughed down at her. One of them stomped on her shot knee, almost tearing her leg off from below the knee. She let out a loud scream and dropped on the ground before she started to sob with her overwhelming fear and self-pity. The men just laughed more at this, then one of the humans turned her over onto her back and quickly stripped her naked, exposing her large, round breasts and her red furred sex, still wet with her urine.
The fox writhed around in terror, trying to get away, but she didn't want to die so she was trying to not make the men angry. Suddenly, one of the men dropped his pants, exposing his already rock hard cock to the terrified woman. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her up so he could grind his length against her young face. She averted her gaze and closed her mouth when she realized what was going to happen. She opened her mouth to let out a scream when she was kicked in the stomach, but the scream was quickly silenced when the man shoved his length into her little mouth.
She brought her hands up and pushed at his waist to try and resist, but a second man grabbed hold of her arms and pulled them behind her back, even dislocating one of them with a sickening pop, which elicited a loud, muffled shriek of pain from the vixen. The scream just vibrated the cock in her mouth, giving the man a dose of pleasure before he rammed the fat length down her tight little throat, making the fox gag and almost vomit around the shaft. Her tears streamed down her face as the man grabbed onto her head and started to roughly pull her along his length, shoving more of it down her throat with each buck. Each time he shoved down her throat her airflow was further restricted, which made her eyes start to roll back in her head as she felt herself start to get lightheaded. Just before she felt herself lose consciousness, the man pulled out just enough for her to breathe again. When she caught her breath the man shoved back down her throat and continued the brutal face raping.
This assault continued for what seemed like hours to the poor fox. She kept sobbing around the thick cock from pain, fear, and humiliation. She closed her eyes and just wished it would be over when suddenly the man tensed up. He started bucking a little faster down the tight throat before he finally stopped. He let out a little moan and gave the vixen's throat a few more powerful bucks before he starts to spray his hot, thick cum down her throat, almost drowning the girl. The man pulled out of her throat and zipped up when he finished cumming. The little girl bent over and promptly threw the contents of her stomach up onto the ground. Her vomit was mostly white from swallowing so much semen and since she hadn't eaten in days.
After the fox finished vomiting up the contents of her stomach, the human that raped her pulled out his sidearm and placed it at her temple. The girl's eyes went wide before the human pulled the trigger, sending most of her brain flying out onto the ground. The lifeless body dropped into a puddle of her own blood, vomit, and urine as ht man re-holstered his weapon. The rest of the men reloaded their guns then they went off in the direction of the retreating women. Since they left in such a hurry there was a readily visible trail through the forest. It would only be a matter of time before the men caught up with the seven remaining women.
The women scattered when they heard a gunshot in the distance, but they quickly regrouped when they realized it was nowhere near them. There were only seven of them left at this point. The rag tag group was made up of two humans, one blond and one brunette. One of them had on a full suit of body armor and had an assault rifle. She was on guard duty during the attack, which was why she was so well equipped. The blond human had on nothing more than a gray tank top and a pair of gray panties and was equipped with nothing more than a handgun. There was also a red and white vixen who was as ill equipped as the blond human. The fourth member of the group was a white furred rabbit with long, straight ears who had on a bullet proof vest but no other clothes to speak of. The vest was covered in blood and even had a bullet hole or two in it, making it obvious she had taken it from a dead colleague. Her weapon was the shotgun that had once belonged to her friend. The fifth and sixth members were both dog girls, covered in brown fur and coincidentally enough they were both sisters. As such, they shared what little equipment they had so one of them had on a bullet proof vest while the other one had pants and a helmet. They were sharing a pair of submachine guns they had from before the battle started. The final member of the poor little group was a young gray wolfess who was already on the verge of tears from seeing so many of her friends get killed so quickly. She had on no armor, but she had a tank top and a pair of shorts, both printed with camouflage. She had an assault rifle, but it was out of ammo, which made it useless. She either didn't know or she still carried it for comfort of mind.
All of the women held their tails low, the ones that had tails anyway. They were slowly trudging along the shore of a river, hoping to find a town or a friendly encampment so they could get back to the safety of the female base located a hundred or so miles away. It was just after noon, so the women had quite a long time to wait for the cover of darkness. When that hit they might be able to lose the men or at least get some rest. Suddenly the wolf started to quietly sob to herself as she kept walking. The gravity of the whole situation suddenly hit her. She knew that they were all going to die one way or the other. She also knew that crying wouldn't make anything better, though it sure helped her feel better since in just a couple seconds she wiped the tears from her eyes and picked herself back up.
Their walk continued unceremoniously for another few minutes, but just when they started to think they were safe for the time being, a loud click filled the air. The fully armored brunette human who was nearest to the noise felt nauseous when she heard it, knowing what it was almost instantly. She looked down and tears welled up in her eyes when she saw the distinct shape of a landmine underneath her foot. As the ultimate act of irony, their very company had placed it there just days prior to help keep intruders out. The other women just looked at the brunette for a second, and then they kept walking. The brunette knew as well as the others that there was nothing that could be done at this point. When she lifted her foot she was going to die. She watched the other women walk away, and when they were far enough she closed her eyes and took a few more minutes to make her peace. Tears were streaming down her eyes when she finally lifted her foot and was quickly deafened by a loud explosion. The huge explosion quickly tore through her leg and much of her waist. It almost tore her in half vertically as it threw dirt, metal, and rocks up at her. A few shards of metal tore open the girl's body armor and ripped up into her stomach, causing blood to pour out of it almost as profusely as her missing leg. A huge rock flew up and smashed her face, shattering her nose and much of her skull. The shattered bones spilled out of her skull, even pulling her still attached eye and much of her brain out. After the violent explosion, the girl fell over onto the ground, her left leg completely gone, her left arm missing from below the elbow, and her skull and stomach torn open to let the contents spill out.
Unfortunately for her, her torture didn't end there. The explosion didn't quite kill her. She just lied in a puddle of her own rapidly cooling blood as her good eye looked down at herself. The first thing she saw was her other eye laying on the ground and still attached to her by a thin optic nerve. The next thing she saw threw her into a fit of gurgled screams that forced blood to pour out of her mouth. She saw her stomach and chest almost completely torn open. Her insides were slowly becoming outsides as her bloody organs slowly fell out of her body. She slowly slipped into shock as she watched her own organs spill out, then she twitched a little as she watched her stomach convulse. What was left of her stomach forced up a torrent of vomit that quickly forced its way out of her torn mouth and onto the ground right next to her. The smell of it sent her into dry heaves since there was nothing left in her stomach to throw up. Her good eye was leaking blood as profusely as tears as the poor girl finally convulsed and died in a puddle of her own blood and vomit.
There were only six girls left now and their numbers were still steadily decreasing. The small group stopped for a second to mourn their lost friend when they heard the explosion in the distance, but then they kept on moving. They weren't even a quarter of the way done with their journey, and they knew that they were still being pursued by the men. They didn't know how far the men were, but they had to be gaining.