Queen of the Kill

Julie went back to her encampment to get some well earned sleep. The shadows were growing long when she woke with a start. A twig had snapped. Julie had placed a number of brittle thin twigs across the main routs into her camp. “One twig, okay, no big deal,” she thought and was prepared to go back to sleep when she heard another snap. This one was closer. Julie was now on full alert and carefully scooted across the dirt floor of her camp towards an exit on the other side. She couldn't reach her backpack and would have to leave it behind. A third snap very close by. Their was a long silence. It was broken with a wild yell. Julie reacted quickly and fled out the exit.

With her grandmothers guidance Julie had constructed her camps with one main pole in the center and all roof branches supported on it. If someone came barging into her camp and knocked over the center support the whole thing would come down on their head. This is what happened. It was Thug Boy swearing up a storm when the whole mess crashed down on him. Julie was far away quickly. She wondered about and as darkness approached found herself at the main area where the games had begun.

Across the field from her at the games starting point were arrayed a number of luxury mobile campers. Each one had extensive advertising on the side. Julie knew that Imperators were afforded the luxury of spending the night in their own personal trailer and away from the dirt and mud. Julie didn't have to fear an Imperator out at night as night hunting was only undertaken by a few of the most skilled predators. Granny hadn't indicated any of this crowd exhibited such prowess.

Julie was going to turn away when she remembered an obscure Hunger Games rule. If a Imperator retires to one of these campers for the evening the door must be locked otherwise the camper would be considered part of the arena. Julie then went about looking for a weapon. “Ah,” she said to herself and hefted a large jagged ugly rock. “now this would get some Imperators attention.”

Carefully she approached each trailer. It seemed the Imperators were all at home, probably enjoying a drink or two after a strenuous day of Plebe killing. She'd carefully tried 6 campers when the seventh was unlocked. Being as quiet as possible Julie crept inside. There, at the end of the camper, was The Hunk. He was naked with his back to her. He had a red haired female Plebe down on his bed on her back with her head overhanging the edge. The Hunk was furiously stroking his erection down the poor girls throat. He must have been enjoying himself considerable since he was moaning with pleasure with every stroke.

It was easy for Julie to creep up behind him as the trailer was dimly let. Julie hefted her rock and then with all her strength walloped The Hunk across the back of the head. He staggered and said, “What the hell,” and reached for the back of his head. Julie gave him another wallop and again he staggered. With all the strength she could muster Julie gave a third smash with her jagged rock across the back of The Hunk's head. Blood and gore was splattered all over. The Hunk slumped forward across the girl - dead. Julie then gave a couple wallops with her heavy rock across the head of the red headed Plebe. More blood and gore.

“Ewwee,” Thought Julie and dropped the rock to the camper floor. She was covered in blood and brains. Julie quickly took a well needed shower and slunk out the door into the cool night air. Mission accomplished. Two down and one more to go, she thought to herself. Julie found safety under the overhang of a large pine tree. The night was cold and long and she welcomed the dawning of a new day.

Day 4 – Let's Finish This

Julie got a late start and began to carefully look over her environment. The hole arena seemed very still and quiet, no sounds, nothing. Not even a stray Fish was about, probably because they’d all been smothered off. Julie was sure the available arena area had been shrunken even further during the night. She was getting hunger but no backpacks could be found.

Julie skirted the now dubbed Massacre Field looking for a backpack. She inadvertently came across Crazy Girl. Crazy Girl was laying on the face of a young male Plebe in a 69. She was gently pumping her hips up and down in a slow measured manner. At first Crazy Girl never gave Julie any notice. Julie had a stray thought. Crazy Girl was perhaps a couple years younger than her, true she was muscular but perhaps Julie could take her.

It seemed like Crazy Girl had ESP and knew her thoughts for she gave Julie a look that can't be described in mere words. It was like a wild predator such as a lion might look at a rival. “What was she thinking,” Julie realized. “Heck, even the muscular and experienced Wild Woman stayed clear of Crazy Girl. Julie quickly got the message and backed away into the woods.

Hunger was really gnawing at her. “Ah, just what I need,” Julie though upon seeing a nice well stuffed backpack. She casually ran over to it and bent down. It was only when she heard a rustle of grass behind her Julie realized her mistake. It was a trap set out to catch some unsuspecting prey. Julie had the barest of a second to react. She ran, ran for her life, clear out into the tall grass of Massacre Field. Her pursuer was right behind. She chanced a look; it was Rocket Boy.

Normally she might beat him in a fair wrestling match however Rocket Boy held an ugly jagged rock in his hand which would narrow any conflict in his favor by a considerable amount. He was fast, very fast and getting closer by every step. Julie looked around then saw a small path leading out of the field. She remembered she'd set up a booby trap there. She really hoped it was still in operation. She'd set it high to only catch a fellow Plebe or Imperator.

Julie ran near a small group of trees. Reacting quickly she knocked a small support twig away from a branch. With a loud whoosh the sprung branch was un-sprung and swung back. It hit Rocket Boy right in the face sending him back a good 10 feet or more and right into the clearing. He was left sitting on his ass with a surprised stunned look on his face. Julie had a quick choice to make, she could run off and get away from Rocket Boy or stay and kill him. She decided on the kill.

Julie raced over and sat down on his shoulders, pushing him to the ground. A long smother in such an exposed place was not an option so she began to choke him. He immediately began gasping and thrashing about. She noticed a shadow over the area; a large Benson Corp. Hunger Games float craft was overhead. Julie ignored it and concentrated on choking her captive to death. The kill had gone on fine for a full ten minutes when Julie noticed some movement across the field, it was Gloria. Gloria at the same moment noticed her and immediately began running towards Julie.

Though near death Rocket Boy was still hanging on. Gloria was getting dangerously close now. Julie still had time to run but if she stayed she'd have to face the deadly killing skills of the arena's greatest hunter. Just a bit longer and she'd have him. Sweat was pouring from her body making her hands slippery. Gloria drew too close for Julie to run, she had to kill Rocket Boy and finish it. Finally the boy twitched hard under her and died. None too soon for Gloria was closing fast.

Red flairs suddenly burst in the sky above signaling a halt in the games. If on a victim the Imperator can stay on the victim it was just they couldn't do any active smothering or kills. Gloria let her momentum carry herself past and she vanished into the forest. The huge official game float craft landed in the clearing, others much smaller craft began to land as well. Game officials, Benson executives and media poured from the ships and headed towards Julie.

She had done it, killed 3 Imperators and would be awarded the rare honor of Special Imperator. The last one given had been 18 years prior. Julie luckily had been coached by her grandmother about how to handle notoriety. She knew image meant everything so she removed her bra and stood naked before the press. She made sure to stand over the head of the dead Rocket Boy with her legs wide apart, hands on hips and a defiant look on her face. The media loved it and picture after picture was taken.

Granny:

The second Julie stood victorious in the arena her beloved grandmother suffered a massive heart attack. She had been sitting up on small boy and he was near death when it had occurred. Somehow he managed to push her body off him and dial paramedics. It was to no avail, she was dead.

The Over the Top Fan:

Suddenly while watching the Hunger Games drama Gale decided to chuck it all and get a life. The Witch Twins, her favorites, hadn't done so well and many of the Witch Twins fans had migrated to Julie's new forming club. Gale had a notion that she just didn't care anymore; the Hunger Games, fan club, posters, none of it. She would chuck it all.

All the posters came down, even her special personally signed ones were ripped from the walls. Every video of the twins in action were dumped in one box along with any other Hunger Games memorabilia. Gale went into her bathroom and removed the white and black greasepaint from her face. Next she took the whole mess, ever last vestige of it and dumped it all in a refuse bin in the alley.

Gale grabbed her mobile PC and walked two blocks to her favorite coffee bar, Starlight Coffee. Securing a table and a coffee and doughnut she sat down and started up her PC. Orchids, she thought, her hobby would be the cultivation and growing of orchids. The were so pretty and colorful; she would bring color and life into her world. Gale's obsession with the Hunger Games and all it's killing was not a healthy outlet.

The Slob:

Melvin was growing increasingly frantic. He loved to sit and masturbate while watching the sexy Hunger Games ladies make delicious sensual kill after kill. He could hardly contain himself. Cum was squirting all around him, the TV, keyboard even the remnants of a half eaten pizza on the table were drenched. His gyrations were so much that there was a loud crash. Melvin found himself sitting on his fat ass amidst the broken pieces of his chair. “Duh!” he said stunned, “what the fuck.”

The Family:

You remember poor John Klein being violently smothered incessantly by his very own daughter. She's still at it, harder and heavier than ever. John's young son Tony is also having to endure the full smother force of his older sister Heather. Meanwhile downstairs his lovely wife Brenda was just getting off the phone with the family lawyer. Some months back John inherited a vast fortune and wasn't too amiable to share with the family. She squealed with delight, if John dies she gets it all.

Unbeknownst to John his wife and daughters had a um, secret conference. Brett the college bound daughter would get a brand new car to drive back to school in. Heather would get the most deluxe smother bed available plus a delicious assortment of young males to be delivered on a daily basis. Naturally the three ladies got almost unlimited credit cards.

Brenda was especially happy since she would also get Jean-Pierre her French tennis instructor. She rolled her eyes with delight just picturing him. The things he could do to a female body were, well, should be illegal.

A small little problem, the girls were having great fun and wanted to make the kill last. No big thing to Brenda, let them enjoy themselves. The handsome Jean-Pierre could wait another month or two. Brenda then went on line looking for appropriate funeral type cloths – a girl has to be prepared.

The Boss:

He sat at his desk boiling over with fury. “Tank, you and Ferro bring Bennie up her PRONTO!” he yelled. Big Sal's hoods knew that when the boss was mad you jumped, no questions asked. Minutes later they returned with a frightened Bennie sandwiched in between the muscular men.

“Hey Bennie haven't I treated you right? You know money, broads?” Big Sal said in a soft conciliatory tone. “Um, yea boss,” stammered Bennie. “See here on this big screen TV. Look it's da Hunger Games. Hey look Bennie that cute broad Julie with the nice ass she's all happy. Do you know why she all happy Bennie?” Big Sal said leaning across the desk glaring at Bennie. “No boss, I don't.” “She's happy cuz she just won dem Hunger Games.” Big Sal said holding back his fury. “Good for her boss.” Bennie stammered.

“Hey Bennie look, she's standing over a body. Hey, she's killed somebody. Bennie should I zoom in and see who it is?” Bennie didn't respond. “Wow, it's dat Rocket Kid.” Big Sal said with a snarl. Tank leaned forward and added softly, “Boss that's Rocket Boy not Kid.” Big Sal slammed his powerful fist hard down on his desk. “Kid, Boy, I don't give a shit. I'm talk'en here, don't interrupt.” Tank realized his error and clammed up.

Big Sal continued, “She killed Rocket Boy and is now some big shot Imperator. I could'da made a fortune off her. Now I calls Willie the Wiesel and he tells me you bet on Rocket Boy here not Julie like I told ya. Two thousand Gold Credits gone. Bennie I'm so disappointed in you.” Big Sal then sat back into his lush black leather executive chair and pulled an obviously expensive cigar from a gold inlaid box. He lit the cigar and then took a couple long puffs, letting the smoke twist and curl it' way up into a ceiling air vent. “Take Bennie here down to the river. He's gonna sleep with the little fishes. Now get this dead guy out'ta here, he's stinking up the place.” Big Sal took another puff or two and said to himself, “Stupid fuck!”

Back at the Hunger Games a reported thrust a microphone in Julie's face and asked. “Most Imperators have some other name, you know for commercialization purposes. What would yours be?” Julie thought for a second. “Um, let's see. I got it, Queen of the Kill. Yea that's me, Queen of the Kill.

THE END