Donella had not returned from her recon patrol and fearing the worst, squad leader Josella had sent out three birdwomen to look for her. After following her assigned patrol route for several hours they came upon her broken body. Erametha had first spotted the corpse, and after circling and looking for danger she signal for the patrol to land. She examined the body and found no arrow wound. That would eliminate the Centauresses as suspects. Her bloody cunt suggested that a human had gotten a lucky hit with some kind of powerful rifle although she didn't know what to make of the burns. With Bitta holding the dead birdwoman's arms and Shiva her legs the three took off for the flight home.

Clitia was sitting on her throne while a castrated rebel was forced to continually lick her twat as the body of Donella was brought before her. Her anger built as she viewed the ruined cunt that had brought her so much pleasure and she kicked out in rage. The talons on her feet ripped open the guts of the hapless male and he was dragged off to die. Clitia ordered that a Femazi prisoner be executed and the body dropped on the city when they staged a raid on the Femazi's city as punishment for the act of aggression. The birdwomen were nomadic and there encounters with the Femazi's usually occurred when the Femazi's tried to expand past their cities. Pitched battles were rare but small skirmishes did occur on a regular basis. The rifle firing Femazi's had a hard time hitting the swooping Harpies as they fired arrows at their opponents. Harpies tried not to attack a large number of Femazi's where the concentrated rifle fire gave them the advantage but they seethed in anger at the death of the scout and good judgement was abandoned in favor of revenge.

A Harpy had captured a lone Femazi, swooping down and sinking her talons into the bare shoulders of the bitch and lifting the screaming, bleeding woman into the air. Now she was to face the Swing of Death. Suspended three feet off the ground by four long ropes tied to her hands and feet and attached to four tall trees her body was swung back and forth like a kid on a swing set. Mounted high above the ground in a line with the arc of her body was a long sharp steel shaft. The shaft was circled by sharp barbed blades designed to cut as the shaft drove forward and tear as it was removed. As the Harpies swung her naked spread eagled body, each swing brought her groin closer to the shaft. Higher and higher she rose, then a sharp pain as the point pricked her and a small rivulet of blood flowed over her black furburger. The next swing took the point an inch into her soft muff, not yet enough to engage the blades. The doomed bitch cried and struggled to lift her cunt out of the way on the next pass but she only succeeded in driving the shaft three inches up her asshole. This time the blades cut her sphincter muscle into four sections. With one last mighty shove, the Harpy executioners drove her cunt over a foot up the massive spear. Internal organs ripped beyond survival, she hung there for a few moments until her body weight tore the bloody shaft out of her ruined box. With the Harpies no longer pushing, her arc slowly decreased, matching her slowly fading life, till her bleeding body hung still and limp.

Thus it was that Serena's love session was interrupted when six Harpies descended on the city. They had planned to swoop in from two directions out of the low clouds, take one pass over the city dropping the dead Femazi and drilling arrows into as many women as possible and fly back to the safety of the clouds before the soldierettes could mount a heavy response with their 50 caliber single shot percussion rifles. Their luck turned bad when a small break in the clouds and a sharp eyed lookout gave the garrison a few seconds warning. The tall slim black girl was clanging the alarm gong when she became the battle's first casualty.

"Aaiieeee", crys the stricken lookout, flinging her arms out and falling thru the triangular shaped gong, a feathered shaft protruding between her shoulder blades. Her smooth flat belly is draped over the lower bar quelling the vibrations of the bell. In the streets, women and slave ran for cover but the main targets of the Harpies were the black clad soldierettes.

A muscular brunette guard at the main gate grabbed her throat as an arrow sliced her windpipe. Falling back off her raised lookout post, she crashed, head first, to the dirt. Her hard muscles couldn't keep her neck from breaking in the fall.

Diving in low and fast, a slim Harpy is aiming at a big titted Femazi even as the woman raises her gun at the bitchbird. The sultry bitchbird shoots first. Flying under the aimed rifle of the busty brunette, a speeding arrow nicks her right jug as it thuds into her deep cleavage. The skewered guard's unfired gun clatters down as she staggers back, holding the painful shaft that has cut a major artery leading from her heart. With red blood gushing from the hole in her chest, the young girl slumps down to die, puking more blood over her ravished bossom.

A short distance away, a busty black bitch writhes on the ground clawing at her belly and the arrow that protrudes from it. She had been shot from a high angle and the arrow had passed between her boobs, slicing the strained fabric of her halter. The arrowhead had impacted her just below the ribs and driven down and in, tearing open her stomach and intestines. Her sudden fall had further strained the weakened halter and it had torn through. The two huge brown jugs flopped like dying fish as her body jerked in agony. After several days of high fever and pain, she would die from the shit contaminating her insides.

Eight Femazi's have paid the price and lay dead or dying before their barking guns can start to even the score on the retreating Harpies. Two flying stragglers will not make it home. "Uunnghhhh", is the pained grunt of a small slim bitchbird, her tight ass jerking up from the impact of a heavy slug ripping up into her lower gut. Vital organs are ravaged and torn, wings go limp and she drops from the sky like a duck taking a load of twelve gage. Mortally wounded, her shapely body is broken and crushed as it hits the ground and the snap of her neck ends her pain.

The last flying assassin is just about clear of the city walls when her right wing is torn by hot lead. Unable to fly with one useless wing, she is able to control her fall and spirals down to the dirt, stunned but alive, and is promptly surrounded by gun toting females. She will wish later that the fall had killed her.

By the time the naked Serena and Freda dress, it is all over. With eight of their number dead to one dead and one captured Harpy, Serena rightfully rates the battle a loss for the Femazi's. She decides to punish her garrison commander after dealing with the wounded Harpy. Two soldierettes bind the legs and arms of the stunned bird bitch and drag her to Serena who, after appraising the naked female, admirering the upthrust of her pert breasts and the downy feathers adorning her snatch, orders her to the interrogation room. As the bound bitch is dragged away Serena gazes lustily on the full roundness of her hips and ass and vows someday to bed one of these creatures, but only after neutralizing the sharp talons on her feet that could disembowel a person with one kick.

Summoning the garrison commander before her, Serena screams out her rage at the assault. Molly, the commander trys to explain they had no warning. She doesn't say that if the sentry hadn't spotted the Harpies when she had, many more Femazi would have died. Serena will not listen and she pronounces punishment.

"Since eight of my soldiers died, you will face a gauntlet of twice that many".

Molly was led away by members of Serena's personal guard for her ordeal. Sixteen topless Femazi soldiers were lined up in two rows and given large studded paddles. Molly would be stripped naked and forced to walk between the rows as the girls beat her bare ass with the weapons. When all was ready, the nude woman was led to her trial. Molly was a woman of thirty five with an average build and a plump wide ass, a juicy target for the stinging wood. Worse than the pain she was about to endure was the embarrassment of being naked on display for whoever wanted to watch. Her face red with shame, she began her walk of pain. As the first paddle smacked her ass, she winced but did not cry out. The girl swung again, breasts jiggling in the air as the paddle arced toward the pink ass, nailing the other cheek; still Molly would not cry. So it went, most girls getting in at least two whacks on the red, bloody ass of their commander. Molly made it through the gauntlet and collapsed to the ground. Two guards covered her nakedness with a sheet and carried her to the infirmary for treatment of her wounds.

Racked out between two poles, the Harpy eyes the two topless blond interrogators. Gerda and Greta are a pair of six foot two inch identical twins with legs that seem to go on forever. Their shoulders are broad and their waists slim from the hard work of torturing and executing prisoners. The muscled chests each carry a pair of large hard breasts that don't sag a millimeter. The twin blonds stand in front and behind the birdgirl. Gerda bends and wraps her full red lips around the hard nipple of the Harpy, sucking and biting while her long fingers explore the soft down cover cunt of the feathered girl. "What's your name, honey"? asks Greta as she kneels and licks the crack of the girl's ass.

"I'm called Sonia", gasps the Harpy as she begins to respond to the sexual stimulation. "What do you want from me, I don't know anything", she moans as Greta's long tongue draws circles around her pink rosebud.

"It's our job to question prisoners", replies Gerda as she stands and grabs both firm tits of Sonia while mashing her blond muff to the white down covered love mound of the girl. "The methods we use are up to you", she cooed. Sonia was writhing by now and the two lying bitches cut her free and laid her on a bed. Binding her hands and feet, the big blonds went to work on her. With Greta sitting on her face and mauling her breasts, Gerda worked the captives cunt with a cold metal dildo which quickly heated up in the hot recesses of the Harpies pussy. Sonia's long tongue drilled into the warm wetness of the soft twat on her mouth and Greta groaned in lust. Gerda heard her sisters moans and inserted the other end of the dildo into her own cunt so she could sit on the crotch of the bitchbird while french kissing her twin. Greta came first, her love juices covering the face of Sonia as her cunt opened and exploded with lust. Gerda and Greta came together, their combined juices soaking the bed. As the three females lounged in the wet bed, Sonia told them she knew nothing of any plans as she was just a common air infantry soldier. Whether or not they believe her doesn't matter as their true sadistic nature takes over. The lustful smiles are replaced by evil murderous grins as the Harpy is retied to the torture rack. She screams out her pain and disbelief as her breasts are flattened between two heavy planks, hot pokers ream her pussy and ass, barbed whips flail her soft flesh, chunks of her white hair is pulled out, she is hung by the neck till near death.

When the two sweat covered blonds feel the Harpy is of no further use, they report to Serena. The wounded Harpy hopes for a quick death, but Serena has other ideas. "Throw her to the Mutants", is the command. The doomed birdwoman senses her fate as the two big blonds drag her to the arena cages and struggles to no avail as she is thrown in a cage with three of the beasts who have been worked into a sexual frenzy by the two guards that have been bitchfucking each other just outside the cage. She is pinned on her back in seconds by the dominant male, his rough hands pawing at her breasts, his foul breath on her face as he slobbers. Her dry burned cunt is forced open by the big, deadly cock as it slams deep into her bleeding vagina. The two other male are jerking off while waiting their turn at the victim and as the first male arches his back and delivers his tainted jism one of the others lets go and sprays his corrosive cum over her face and lacerated breasts. Her animal wails fill the arena as the liquid eats into her soft flesh but her screams are muffled as the first mutant releases Sonia and the second throws his torso on her forcing his lethal prick into her open mouth. He has sprayed most of his load over her but one last spurt gags her. She flops around holding her burning throat trying to suck air. This new emergency has made her forget the fire in her womb. Bent over on her knees she is wide open for the coup de grac. His thick cock bulging, the last mutant pounces on the upturned ass and spreads open her tight roasted rosebud with his acid lubricated prick. Impaled on eight inches of death, Sonia is being eaten alive from the inside. He pounds his hips down on her firm ass cheeks till he jerks stiff and shoots his lethal load into her rectum. If more pain was possible, she now feels it as three loads of poison finish what a bullet thru the wing started. Soon the mercy of death overtakes the female and her thrashings cease. Sitting cross legged on the floor the two guards and the two big blonds have finger fucked each other to orgasm watching the plight of the enemy bitch and as they rise to resume their duties, four pussy juice stains mark the floor.