Queen of the Kill

Didn't the boys know they were to face death? Why hadn't they run off into the forest? Probably their was some unseen electronic barrier temporarily preventing them from doing so. The silence of the moment was broken when an announcement was made for Plebes to mount their starting blocks.

Arranged in a row were 12 small cement blocks, say 3 foot by 3 foot and a foot high. Behind these, about 20 feet away was another row of 11 blocks for the Imperators to stand on. These blocks were also 3 foot by 3 foot wide but 2 feet or more higher. The top of all the blocks were angled down a bit towards the open field so you could get a good push off.

Julie climbed up and an announcement was made for the Imperators to mount their starting blocks. So far Julie had avoided looking at either her fellow Plebes or the Imperators. Julie knew that the first two days were solely devoted to killing off the Fish so that's all she was concentrating on.

Next the deep throat-ed sound of a trumpet broke the morning air. They were off. The Fish ran screaming about in all directions. Julie now knew why they were called fish. It felt like she was some predator shark in a school of anchovy. The boys ran to and fro until one ran right in front of her. Wham, down he went. Julie had no time to look him over she just mounted him in a straddle smother. She immediately began deep hard hip grinding motions smothering her small captive to death. Once positioned she took a second to look about her.

Most Plebes and Imperators had also brought down victims and busy killing them. The closest to her was one of the Witch Twins. She deep in concentration working her squirming captive hard. Within 20 minutes Julie had made her first kill. She had no time to ponder her first victory but went in search of the next. Wham, another one down. On and on it went all day, victim after victim was brought down by her and smothered.

It had become a kill frenzy. Generally it takes a lot to work up a female to kill. But once aroused she truly becomes the deadliest of the species. It was so that day. The women, both Plebe and Imperator, went wild and it resulted in a massacre. The male Plebes and Imperators just watched in shock.

The media woke up, they thought this would be your average ho-hum Hunger Games, but no, something remarkable was taking place. No one had ever seen such a wonton display of overt female aggression. The field would forever be dubbed “Massacre Field,” in honor of that day. The slaughter continued all day and began to lessen around 6 pm. Hunger Games officials looked worried. They'd have to find additional boys fast otherwise their wouldn't be enough to satisfy the female kill frenzy. Schools were emptied, young boys were taken from homes and police roundups of young males were instituted.

Unknown to Julie she was the most aggressive of the females and had accumulated a record 42 kills. She would go on to finish the day with a record breaking 50 kills for a Plebe. Thus breaking a 30 year record.

It was around 6 pm or so and Julie was in a reverse straddle smother on her latest victim furiously tracked his nose up her butt. Finally he twitched then lay still – dead. She climbed off him and stretched. She hurt all over, especially in the most intimate of places. Julie hardly remembered what she had done. To her the day was a blur of one kill after another; she didn't even stop for lunch. Julie was famous and didn't even know it. Songs would be written about that day, speeches made, public buildings named after her. Already she had an expanding fan club of over a million.

Food, she thought, was she ever hungry. Up ahead was a fellow Plebe, one of the slightly built male teens. He had 4 heavy backpacks and was half dragging and carrying them off into the woods. Julie came up behind him and, using her sharp nails, raked across his bare back. He immediately screamed in pain. “Ah! What the hell?” he shouted and dropped the packs. The scratches were deep and bloody. Julie calmly picked up two of the fattest packs and scampered off into the woods. She found safety for the night under a large pine tree. Once situated she feasted on tube food. It had been an exhausting day and she slept hard. Little did she know her wild frenzy was the cause of the death of several million males across the land.

As explained women and girls like to sit on and casually smother a male during the Hunger Games. This was a long established tradition, it was all good fun and no one was killed. No one gave it much thought, it was just something that was done. However, the wild day long televised massacre excited the female viewers, excited them beyond all restraint. Many went out of control and smothered to death, either by accident or design, their males under them. This was a huge media event, reporters and TV hosts were running out of descriptive superlatives to describe the scene taking place both in the games and at homes of viewers. Police, hospitals and emergency responders were inundated with calls.

The culture then, what with an overflow of humanity, was very tolerant of these “mistakes.” No one would be charged with murder. There were even legitimate victim delivery services that kept a number of women and girls supplied with young lads on a daily basis. But still this was a tumultuous event and all because a sweet young girl named Julie went a little crazy.

Day Two – A Time to Build

Day two of the Benson Corp. Hunger Games dawned. Julie had slept well but was still sore from yesterdays adventure. After a tube breakfast and a quick jaunt to one of the handy outhouses she was perked up ready to go. Julie was to forgo temporarily the pleasure of the Fish kills. She had preparations to make for when day three came she would be one of those being hunted.

Julie was about to get started when she saw a young lad up ahead of her at the edge of a small clearing. He looked a bit taller and older to be a Fish. Yet too young to be a Plebe. He looked too delicious to pass up and she came up behind him, pushing him flat on his back. She then knelt down and put her knee across his throat to choke him.

“Dillon, is that you?” Julie said in surprise. The cute lad looked up at her and blinked. “Julie, hi.” He replied, gasping out the words. Julie loosed up a bit but stayed in position over him. Dillon was a cute boy from Julie's neighborhood. He was a few years younger and had a crush on her. He was a shy nice boy and Julie had liked him. “Why are you her?” She asked. With the pressure momentarily off his throat he was able to reply. “Well uh, it's all because of you.”

He went on to relate it was in fact Julie's fault. Yesterday had been such a kill frenzy the games officials were running low on boys. Dillon had been caught up in a government sweep. He told Julie how she'd become a star, celebrity with millions of adoring fans. Julie was totally shocked. She was now the talk of the nation!

She looked down at the boy and smiled, “Sorry Dillon but I got to do this.” Dillon shrugged and smiled back, “Better you than someone else.” Twenty minutes later Dillon breathed his last. Julie hefted her backpack and was off heading deep into the dark forest.

Julie's grandmother told her of a special plant planted long ago in the arena. If you rubbed it's leaves on someone's skin they would become immobile for 5 to 10 minutes. Julie thought that would be a handy weapon to have. Granny had shown Julie a map of where she might find some. Not many knew of their existence. Besides it might be a wasted effort and the plants could have died off years ago. The problem with the plant was they looked just like a common plant growing all over the forest. The only difference was these plants had serrated leaf edges.

Deep in the forest she went. While on her journey she came across five small Fish and smothered them all. At last she found some of the plants but while gathering them a curious thing was happening. Julie felt a painful electrical shock come over her. One of those implants she surmised. Perhaps she'd gotten too close to the far reaches of the arena. Despite the increasing pain Julie, using a towel found in pack, got a nice bundle of them.

Returning to the main area she felt the electrical shock lessening. Now back she hid her backpack and went to work constructing 4 alternate hiding places. Remembering her grandmothers instructions she crafted them with care. The design was the same for all: keep them away from main trails. Have opposite entrances and exits. Stash a backpack at each site. Put one large piece of wood in the center and radiate all other roof pieces from that. Sprinkle brittle twigs and branches along all main approaches. This was difficult work especially when she had to stop and hide when anyone approached. Some really delicious looking boys came along but she had to let them pass. At last she was done just before nightfall. While constructing her hiding places she ran across a number of full backpacks. She placed one in each site and a few at alternate locations just in case.

It was always advantageous to find a small Fish to sleep on in a 69 during the night. Let them lay on the cold hard ground under you while you a top them in a nice smother. There were many Area Wardens about to collect the dead. Julie didn't want some ham fist-ed AW climbing into her hideout, destroying it to remove a body. Julie decided she'd best drag the body away herself. Fish were still plentiful and she caught a cute one.

The boy proved to be a most delicious lad and lasted long into the night. The next day would begin the true Hunger Games for Julie. Her head would have to be on a swivel and death could lurk behind any tree. No more relaxed enjoyable smothers now.

Day Three – The Thinning Begins

Another bright pretty day dawned. Julie stood and stretched. She was about to out into a nearby clearing when it came to her. This was the day the killings began – beware. Carefully she looked about. Someone across the clearing had a victim down and from a distance it looked like Gloria. Julie didn't want to get too close to so she skirted the whole area. The arena seemed quieter now. Perhaps it was because a good portion of the Fish had been eliminated.

Julie unconsciously violated her grandmothers number one rule, “don't go down pathways.” She turned a corner and there was Wild Woman. She was under a large tree, laying on her side with her ankles locked. Her muscular thighs were wrapped around the head of a young male Plebe and his head was pressed tight to her crotch. The only movement was when Wild Woman would tightened down hard on her captive. Julie saw ugly scratch marks on the boys back; it was the kid she had scratched to steal a couple backpacks from.

Wild Woman smiled up at Julie. “My first kill of the day,” she said with pride. Julie nodded. Though Wild Woman's victim must have been in intense pain from the steel like vice of her thighs he never so much as twitched. They talked amiably for a few minutes when their conversation was interrupted by wild screams. Julie ran to investigate. She saw the muscular short haired Plebe Julie had nick named Thug Boy walking away. He had a large thick club in his hand and was wielding it around him taking random strikes at the grass.

Carefully Julie came upon a depression in the tall grass. What she saw was the bloody mess that had once been one of the Plebes, a short dark haired girl. She was a mess of gore, blood and skull fragments. She'd evidently been caught while smothering for her body was draped over that of a equally blood small Fish. Julie wanted to vomit.

So far the kills had been done quietly. Way back in the days of Katniss, Petta and the rest the Hunger Games had been a sea of blood. Arrows through throats, gaping slash wounds, sword thrusts through chests and decapitations. Now days the games were oriented towards sexuality. A portion of the public still harkened back to the good ole days. Julie preferred it the way it was today where each kill was a sensual sexual experience. Of course it could get bloody as attested to the gore that lay before her feet. Julie sensed someone coming up behind her. She gasped and jumped. It was only two Arena Wardens. The AW's as they were referred to, came to collect the bodies. Julie stepped away to let them go about their grizzly business.

Area Wardens were all over the arena and usually operated in pairs. They wore face masks and a one piece jump suit. The clothing was unique in that the pattern of it changed to fit the environment. Well not totally as you easily see them when they came close. They were under strict orders to stay out of participants way and have no communication as well.

Julie wandered about a bit. She caught two small Fish and quickly smothered them. Julie wasn't too keen on smothering a Fish when a predator Imperator or the big muscled Thug Boy might come up behind her. While wondering about Julie noticed a few choice Fish but let them go. She didn't want to be caught unawares as the young girl Plebe had been.

The arena was pretty quiet when Julie saw her, the fluffy headed blonde. She was standing alone with her back to Julie. At the girls feet was the body of a young Fish, obviously the girls recent kill. Julie tensed her muscles and ran full speed into the girl. She knocked her sprawling into a grassy clearing. Reacting quickly Julie ran and rolled the dazed girl over onto her back. Next she sat on her shoulders and began to choke her.

For the next 10 minutes the kill had been going okay. Julie came to the conclusion she should have smothered the girl for her victim was gasping, coughing and making a bit of noise. Just when Julie thought she's only need maybe 5 to 10 more minutes to finish her she heard someone approach. She sighed, it only an AW making his rounds.

He was alone and just stood looking down at her, probably checking out her near naked body. The AW seemed to get alert and tilted his head up. Julie got his unspoken message, someone was coming up behind her. She readied herself. Somehow she knew it to be the thug of a Plebe with the big club. A shadow appeared to her right. Julie chose that moment up duck down and roll left.

Their was a whoosh of breeze over her head from a powerfully swung wooden club. Julie heard an “Oh hell,” then her assailant wound up for another strike. Julie rolled in the grass further to her left, then began to get up. The huge club thundered to the ground when she had just been. With one more roll she was on her feet and running for her life with club wielding Thug Boy right behind. Julie was a good runner but so was her pursuer.

Julie was terrified, he was gaining on her. Then, up ahead, salvation. It was Gloria atop a recently pulled down Plebe. The boy was struggling against her attempts to get him on his back. Finally she had him in a squat smother. Julie ran right towards her and leaped over Gloria and her captive. Julie's pursuing antagonist wasn't so lucky and ran headlong right into them. Julie keep running and didn't look back. She did hear cursing from Gloria. “You clumsy oaf. What a shit you are. Now my victim's got away.” she shouted to Thug Boy. Julie heard an apologetic Thug Boy running away saying, “Sorry lady. It was that little bitch Julie.” It was obvious Thug Boy was terrified of Gloria. He should be as Gloria was as accomplished killer as the come.

Julie laid low for awhile. Then, coming down a path, was Thug Boy waiving his bloody club about. Julie ducked into a large bush and watched him pass. He stopped near the bush to listen. Julie was trembling; it was as if he sensed her presence. Eventually he moved on. “Damn him, he's out looking for me,” She thought.

Julie put some distance between Thug Boy and herself. She was about to enter into a warn sun lit clearing when she saw something. There, in the middle of the clearing atop a small hill sat Crazy Girl. She was sitting in a reverse smother on Craig, the poor lad who's parents forced him into the games. Crazy girl was keeping up a slow rhythmic pumping tracking motion on the boy. He lay perfectly still and not moving a muscle. To Julie it looked like an almost perfect scene. The lights and shadows played on the two to such an extent she felt it might have made a nice painting. Such a peaceful scene here amid the sudden death of the Hunger Games. Julie wished she knew Crazy Girls secret on how to perform such beautiful kills. Julie was disappointed though, he was one of the few “kill-able” Imperators.

Julie was getting worried about Thug Boy. Also Plebes were getting smothered left and right. It was about time she retrieve those special leaves she'd retrieved earlier. Julie had stored them at her main camp a bit deep in the woods. Carefully and cautiously Julie made her way deep into the woods. She was within sight of the camp when she felt a wave of pain overcome her. To her terror the electrical barrier enforced by the tiny implants had been moved. It was obvious this was done to tighten the arena area; they didn't want some Plebe or Fish hiding out in the forest until the end of the game.

Julie had to get those plant leaves for without them she would no longer have an edge and probably be killed. She steeled herself then ran. It lay 30 feet or more distant. It might as well have been a mile. The pain was building with every second. Sweat poured down her face. It was so intense she fell to the ground. With her last reserve of strength she made it to her camp and with one quick motion she grabbed her backpack and retreated out of the area.

Once free the pain began to leave. Damn! She realized another of her carefully constructed camps would be inaccessible. She had the leaves, that was important. Julie decided to store the leaves up near the main area. She came into a large clearing and saw Mother Morgan and Daughter Morgan laying in the sun having a nice chat. They were both such big ladies Julie hardly noticed that they were laying on victims in a 69 position.

Julie was close and tried to determine just who they were on. All Julie could see of Daughter Morgan's victim was just a bit of the top of his head. He had curly blonde hair which made Julie surmised he was one of the Plebes. Yes, she now remembered their was a rather cute shy curly haired lad amongst her fellow Plebes. Everyone liked him, Tom something or other. Julie watched as Daughter Morgan did a slow deep hip grinding on him, making him all but vanish under her body.

Mother Morgan's victim was just as hard to discern. Luckily she spread her legs a bit and Julie caught a quick glance. It was the cute Stan Nelson, the Imperator. Disaster, another kill-able Imperator taken from her. Then she thought, maybe and then again maybe not. This plan would be oh so dangerous to pull off.

Using a towel she had in a pocket of her backpack Julie carefully removed a handful of leaves. She gritted her teeth and rushed forward. Luckily the mother daughter team were large and ponderous and slow to react. Quickly Julie rubbed leaves on Daughter Morgan's large bare ass. She she hardly got out a “Hey,” when her words began to slur. Mother Morgan quickly got the same treatment. She too began to let out some unintelligible moans. Julie stuffed the remaining leaves into her back pack and began to roll Mother Morgan off her victim. With some grunting and groaning she managed to get her on her side. Now she was presented with another problem.

It had been a hot day and Stan's body and Mother Morgan's body were more or less fused together due to the sweat. Though on her side Stan's face and body was still pressed firmly to her. Julie didn't have the strength to hold Mother Morgan up with one hand and pull Stan away with the other. Luckily gravity intervened and Stan slumped to the ground.

Julie gave him a quick look. He looked in bad shape, very bad shape. He was covered in sweat, his once wavy soft hair was all askew and matted down. The handsome mans face was now covered with a collection of Mother Morgan's pubic hair. Stan's nose was all wet and shinny. What concerned Julie was his breathing as it came in short shallow gasps. She wondered if he could even walk. With one mighty push Julie rolled Mother Morgan over onto her back. A long slurred, “Noooo,” erupted from the woman. It seemed both women were coming around. Man would Mother Morgan be pissed, some upstart of a girl stealing her victim right out from under her.

Julie helped Stan to his feet and led him away. Slowly she made her way to one of her camp. It wasn't an easy journey for Stan kept stumbling as they went. At last they arrived and she pushed him inside. She quickly positioned him on his back. “Thanks, you saved me.” he gasped. Julie felt bad when she lay down on his face in a 69 position. She spread her legs as wide as she could and worked his handsome nose up into her. Julie then began a slow rhythmic pumping motion on him to begin the deadly smother.

She was happy with Stan being her first Imperator kill of the game. “One down and two more to go.” she thought. With Craig killed by Crazy Girl that only left Rocket Boy as an easy mark. The only ones left after that would be the more dangerous type. Besides she had Thug Boy out looking for her. Julie left those thoughts and concentrating on enjoying a most delicious smother.

Her pleasant smothering had gone on for sometime when she heard someone coming down the trail – Thug Boy. He was muttering to himself and every other word was “kill.” There was then some loud wood to wood sounds. Thug Boy, out of frustration, was hitting a tree or two with his enormous club. Julie stopped her pumping motions and lay still. Stan was, by now, almost dead so he didn't thrash about. Thug Boy passes and half hour later Julie drug Stan's body out of her camp to be collected by the AW's. She propped him up against a tree. Even in death he was a handsome man; what a waste.