Hector literally fell into the biggest find his rebel band ever dreamed of. While patrolling the ruins of one of the old pre-bigwar cities that the rebels used as perimeter camps, on guard for any incursion by the nearby Centauresses, he instead had gotten the jump on a lone Femazi. He had no idea how the bitch had gotten so far from her home and he didn't care. He leapt on the tall dark skinned woman and threw her to the ground. The woman bounded back to her feet and snapped out a high roundhouse kick that sailed over Hector's ducking head. He stepped inside and drove his fist into the soft mushiness of her wide cunt. She yelped and went down on her ass, holding her pained pussy. Hector was on her in an instant, pushing her back and choking her long slim neck. He was sitting on her gut, further depriving her of air and she began to swoon. Hector hadn't had a good fuck in a while so the sight of her firm brown breasts fighting for air aroused him. He released his strangle hold on the dusky beauty and stripped of her clothes. Her smooth lean milk chocolate body was as attractive as her high cheek boned face. Dark chocolate areola's topped with long hard nipples graced her tapered firm breasts. A slim waist flared into wide full hips and a prominent ass. Black curly hair defined a love mound entered through full dark pussy lips. Gazing at this suptuouse dish, he was rock hard and ready. Quickly removing his own clothes, he spread her long legs and climbed on her hot body. Using his fingers to open her cunt lips, he drilled his hard shaft into the warm wetness of her vagina. His pumping on her body forced air back into her starved lungs and she began to revive. Hector held down her arms and covered her thick lips with his own as the woman tried to squirm away. Then suddenly, the enemy bitch who had never felt a cock before, began to relax and respond to his fucking. She learned to time her hip thrusts to him and soon she shuddered under her first cock induced orgasm. Hector pulled out, turned the now willing slut over and mounted her ass. She bucked and moaned as his slippery cock filled her asshole and his hand massaged the hard nipples of her tits. A hand slipped down to her pussy and a long finger drilled in and diddled her clitoris, bringing the bitch to another orgasm. Again Hector pulled out and this time he laid back and pulled the dark hussy down on his schlong. She was riding him now, her hot wet dark box sliding up and down on his contrasting dick. She was nearing a big climax and Hector could feel himself nearing ejaculation. He sat up and encircled the female with his arms as she fucked. Mashing their mouths together, Hector felt her hard nipples dent his muscled chest as he drilled his tongue into the dark confines of the beauties mouth. She responded with her tongue and began to shudder. Hector's balls began to constrict and a long stream of white hot cum hosed into the waiting womb of the Femazi. Her massive orgasm blotted out the realization that Hector had wrapped his hands around her head. As his ejaculation ended and she began to come down from her orgasm, her body limp and relaxed, he gave her head a violent twist and snapped her neck. She fell back dead as he released her head. Hector stood and dressed, feeling no remorse for the woman he had assaulted, raped and murdered. She had been a great lay but was, after all, the enemy.

As he continued his patrol, he stepped on what appeared to be a weed patch and fell through a rusted steel bunker door to tumble down a long flight of stairs. Shaking off the dust, he light a match in the darkness and saw a shiny door in front of him that swung open under his pressure. Finding some debris, he fashioned a torch. In the light he could see stacks of long boxes and small boxes, the words written on the boxes made no sense to the illiterate male. Using his knife he pried open a large box and found several long shiny tubes with handles on them. Several books also were in the case. While he could not understand the writing, he mimicked the illustrations, picking up tube and holding it on his shoulder. The small part shown being placed in the tube was not in the box so he pried open a small box and found it contained twelve of the pointed cylinders. The weapons had been designed years ago for the general publics use as a last defense against motorcycle troops so the picture of a man pointing the weapon at a cycle riding soldier made no sense to him. He had no idea that the missile was designed to home in on the hot exhaust and if by chance it could not hit the target, to detonate the instant the heat source peaked. Taking his find up the many stairs to the surface he still had no idea what it was. Once on the surface he played with the weapon until he accidentally triggered it. The missile shot out of the tube and with no heat source to home in on, flew straight at a wall and blew up. The startled man dropped the tube and ran but second thoughts forced him to retrieve the tube. He pressed the trigger again and nothing happened. Running back down the stairs he retrieved a book and the rest of the case of missiles. He studied the pictures in the book more closely, loaded another missile and fired again. Another hole was blown in the wall. Once more he loaded a missile and this time he aimed the weapon. The missile detonated at the base of the tree he aimed for. Know realizing he had found a weapon much more powerful than his bow or the rifles stripped from dead Femazi's, he decided to test his find on his enemies before informing his rebel brothers. Packing his silver tube and nine missiles he set out in the direction of the nearest Femazi's city.

After a two day trek he approached the outskirts of the city. Following a path along a river he happened to see a big brunette Femazi stretched out on a floating mat in the river about fifty yards ahead. She lay nude, face down, the sun adding to the dark unlined tan of her smooth skin. She had a big plump ass with nicely rounded cheeks and her legs were spread so her feet could dangle in the water. She faced away from his position so he could see the dark slash of her womanhood smiling at him between her flaring hips, but not see her face or the big tits that dented the mat. Thoughts of jumping her and drilling that juicy pussy like a dog raced through his head and hardened his cock. He quelled the urge to rape the bitch, he had a job to do and there would be time for that after she was dead. Hector aimed for her upturned ass and trigger the weapon. Surrounded by the cool water, her hot pussy made a big contrast and the thermal guidance system locked in as if the hot box was an exhaust pipe. Traveling at Mach 2, the rounded head of the missile split her vertical smile and drilled deep into the waiting womb like a killer dildo. The napping slut howled and bucked as the hot metal reamed her juicy twat, then was blown into the river as the exploding warhead destroyed her guts. Blood stained the water around the limp corpse, floating, supported by her big breasts, with the current.

Hector was so thrilled by the first kill that he came, his hard cock filling the front of his pants with jism. Just as well because his victim no longer had a cunt to fuck. Knowing his weapon was very effective on Femazi's, he sought out his next target. His journey took a wide arc to bring him to the area dominated by the Centauresses.

The big horsewomen had few enemies except the Harpies and Femazi but they were tough in battle and their 1200 lb bodies could take a lot of punishment. Against their spears, bows and captured rifles, the male rebels had little chance. Knowing their strengths, Hector figured this would be his most dangerous test as he crept up on two females and a male Centaur engaged in hot fucking. The male was mounted over a big brown skinned female, his hands wrapped around her high firm tits while his haunches pumped his massive tool in and out of the females juicy cunt. While this was going on the other Centauress would alternate between palming the males balls and frenching the other female. She must have gotten fucked first because as Hector watched, the male's ass jerked and after he filled the brown cunt with jism his tool shrank back up into his scrotum and he and the first female trotted off leaving the freshly fucked brown female behind to recover her senses. Hector hurried to load his weapon before all three left, he still didn't know the range of the missiles. The male and first female were about one hundred yards away with the brown bitch trotting twenty yards behind before his fumbling hands loaded the tube and aimed. The brown bitches cunt was still hot from the friction of her fuck and closest to Hector so he was surprised when his missile veered from the male ass he had aimed at and plowed into the hot slash of the brown female. The two lead Centaurs heard her ungodly wail, turned to see smoke billowing from her ass as it hit the ground followed by the muffled thump of the warheads explosion and another mournful scream as she fell to her side. The two survivors didn't wait to see more, they took off a gallop and didn't stop for half an hour. Hector calmly walked to the downed Centauress and lifted her limp arm. It had a pulse but a weak one, her breathing was labored as her huge jugs rose and fell with less regularity and blood was oozing from her mouth, nose, asshole and cooked cunt, now big enough to fuck with a tree. The ravished female begged him for help or at least for death but he ignored her pleas. He watched as her crys weakened and her eyes grazed over. She suffered for five minutes before her body shuddered and with a gurgle, died. Hector had never seen a bitchmare dropped so easily and he still couldn't quite believe his luck as he set out on the last phase of his test.

The high flying Harpies were untouchable except for a very lucky shot with a bow or rifle and the rebels didn't have many guns. They could circle above and rain their death down on any male caught out in the open without fear of reprisal, he must prove his weapon against them. Hector traveled to the boundaries of their territory and waited for his chance. When the lone Harpy appeared in the sky he pointed the tube at her and fired. Still thinking of the missile homing in on the brown Centauress he watched as the smoke trail followed the dips and turns of the Harpy before drilling up between her legs for the kill. It dawned on him, even as Donella's body was racked by high velocity steel shot and fell lifeless to the ground, that the missiles would seek out the heat of a female twat. He traveled back to his camp as fast as possible to spread the news of his discovery and plan the best way to use their new weapon.