End of Women: Part Five

Its Not Okay To Be A Woman

Symon held the girl's ponytail in a tight grip and tilted her head back. Her lips pursed around the rim of an industrial strength bleach bottle while he tipped the contents into her mouth. Her throat bulged and flattened in time with gulping noises.

"There we are." He sniffed and grit his teeth as he lowered the bottle. "On you go, join the others." 

Symon slapped the girl's backside and sent her along the caged walkway to a holding pen. The moans and screams and groaning of hundreds of women emanated from the pen; they rolled around on the ground clutching their stomachs, rattling and shaking, until finally dead. A few of the Trooper boys were watching the pen, mostly idly; there was not much to do there.

The gallows had been over-capacity for a day, as had the remaining watercages and the incinerators. Symon had taken a small squad of his most trusted and offered to pick up the slack with any extra females who had been waiting for than 24 hours to be killed. The isolation at the rear of the elimination centre gave them ample time and opportunity to talk.

A few paces away, Rappaport was making use of the shotguns. He had dug a four-foot deep trench and was piling girls into it one at a time, each one with a shotgun round to the back of her head. To Symon's right, Riley was using a knife, which was slow, bloody and exhausting work. His pile was much smaller than Rappaport's. Tex was the man running back and forth to the overspill door, where operators inside the elimination centre were redirecting any women they could not find space for elsewhere.

Symon's hand grasped the arm of another girl as she was handed to him by Tex. 

"Any update?" He murmured at Tex, who kept moving and spoke under his breath covertly.

"Flight came in six days ago. Manifest included several women who were scheduled for elimination."

Symon bristled with anger and emptied the last of his current bleach bottle into the girl before shoving her over to the holding pen.

"They took them off elimination?" Symon seethed at Tex.

"Not according to records." Tex said, handing another girl to Riley who promptly slit her throat. "Those girls were eliminated. Went down the watercage and everything."

Symon paused, frowning. He looked back at the elimination centre. How could women who had already been eliminated then be listed on a flight to South Korea? 

Kindra held her legs open and pounded deep inside her, his cock riding stiff within her wet, warm hole. Her breasts rolled back and forth in time with his thrusts, her chest expanding and contracting, back arching, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. 

Just as he reached his climax, Kindra flipped the woman onto her front and slid into her anus. The resulting sensation gave him such a rush that he finished inside that hole, and rode out the waves of satisfaction with a few final diminishing thrusts.

He pushed the girl off himself and wiped his penis clean on her soft round backside. She lay in a foetal position, motionless, gasping for air, eyes closed. Kindra chewed his tongue at the sight of her, almost regretting what he had done. 

Kindra got up off the bed and pulled a t-shirt out of the wardrobe. Somehow Wilkes had managed to guess his size perfectly, not to mention research Kindra's taste in clothing. The stuff fit and suited him just right. 

"Fucking creep." Kindra shook his head and slammed the wardrobe door shut. 

When he came back to the bedroom, the woman he had just had sex with was sitting on her knees on the bedspread, eyeing him eagerly, as if hoping for more already. Kindra walked past her without saying a word, sat down at the desk, and opened up the small wallscreen opposite to log into the Bluenorth servers and check his emails.

A few minutes went by, and the woman rolled onto her hip slightly, stroking her calves and pouting. A few times he heard her sniffing and scoffing under her breath. Eventually Kindra could not put up with it any longer, and called her out on it.

"What is the problem?"

She moved to sit with her back to the headboard and arms folded under her breasts.

"Nothing." She sulked.

"Great." Kindra replied, and got on with his work.

Another few minutes went by. The scoffing and sniffing and now even groaning began to increase in volume.

"You have something to say?"

"No."

"Great."

"Maybe I just wish you'd fuck me more."

Kindra spun around slowly in his chair.

"You want me to keep filling in that hole between your legs." Kindra nodded sagely. 

The girl stared at him.

"What?"

"You want me to keep using what I have, the correct and sensible thing to have between one's legs, to fill in that vacuous void between your thighs, the thing that every hour of every day makes you feel how inferior and weak you are, and aches with emptiness. You want me to keep making you feel better about being female by fucking you. I get that. But then, here's what I don't get. How you, a woman, can actually believe that the fault in this situation lies with me, a man. I am the one with a penis, and you are the one with a vagina. You are the one at fault here, biologically speaking, and yet you feel so naturally ready to put the onus on me when it comes to the consequences of that fault."

As Kindra continued to speak, the girl's cheeks began to deepen in colour, and one leg slid over the other, crossing tightly. Kindra got to his feet.

"Come here." He demanded, and she cautiously got onto her knees and crawled to the end of the bed. He lifted up her torso to have her stand on her knees, then pushed her thighs apart. 

"This thing, here?" He pointed at the two little folds that sat between her thighs. "This is not okay. Its not okay to be a woman. It never has been, it never will be. You are the result of natural selection not doing its job; your lack of a y-chromosome leaves you a flawed, toxic, inferior species that has never been anything but a drain and a burden on a superior species, mine. The only reason you escaped extinction - because, let's face it, you would not survive in the wild - is because you were protected by that same species you resent for being your superior."

Kindra unzipped his fly and held his penis in front of her, their contrasting genitalia on full display.

"This, this is right. It makes sense. You are stunted, empty and at fault both mentally and biologically." He stowed his cock back into his pants and zipped up, staring the woman in the eye. "And its time for you all to die."