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A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: thefinal.txt
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story_codes: MM/gggg (8-11), semi-cons, cons

story_intro: The war is over and the peace treaty has been signed which means various territories have been traded. Now it is only a matter of days before the soldiers in a particular area leave before the opposing army takes possession and for some it means a carnal feast of desperate young girls.



story_language: English




The Final Night

Written by madvlad


	No one came to their feet when Colonel Halperin entered the room, but they did at least straighten in their seats for their commanding officer. Halperin ignored the breach of military courtesy - the war had lasted far too long to worry about spit and polish here on the edge of what had been the front. A cease-fire had been in place for nearly six months while a treaty was hammered out, bringing an inconclusive end to the latest conflict between the Alliance and the Hegemony.

	Currently, Halperin's command sat in what was now called the Gray Zone. Gray Zones were where Alliance forces currently held the positions they had taken during the fighting but would be turned over to the Hegemony as a result of the peace treaty. Likewise, other areas called Gold Zones were Hegemony-occupied but would be turned over to the Alliance.

	Near the back, Captain Winter shifted in his chair to ease the knot above his left hip. The lingering pain was from a SHAP round that sent him from a combat command to a hospital and now a desk with the occupying forces. Super-Heated Alloy Particulate ammunition, or SHAP, was one of the gruesome new inventions that had made its debut in the latest war. Of course, Winter knew quite well that many of the old traditions of war had firmly held as well - shit was destroyed, people died, and historians made their revisions before the corpses were cool. You could always rely on the old school things in war.

	Winter was old for a captain but it wasn't due to a lack of progress. He had figured he could retire as a Master Sergeant after the war. It would have suited him fine because retirement meant he had survived. But after numerous casualties, he had received a field commission to second lieutenant and avoided enough enemy projectiles in vital organs to reach the rank of captain before a SHAP sent him out of the front lines. He had a limp now, but at least he was limping above the dirt instead of lying below it.

	"Okay boys and girls," Halperin said to the assembled staff. "Swap Day is in six days. The Heggies get the Gray Zones and we get the Golds. Now I know there's been plenty of injection molded bullshit coming out of the rumor factory as to which Gold Zone we'll be getting but I now have the official word that this battalion is going home. All the way back home."

	The colonel paused while happy murmurs floated about the room. Winter was picturing the weathered dock of a sleepy coastal town where he would be spending much of his retirement sipping beer and fishing - in that order. His wife wouldn't mind, basically because they had divorced fifteen years ago and she was now married to a businessman of some sort. He bore her no ill will as being married to a ground-pounder who spent much of his time deployed had been no picnic.

	Near Winter, another captain, this one a much younger man who didn't look like he was old enough to shave, raised his hand. When Halperin nodded in his direction, the man spoke with a voice as boyish as his looks.

	"Colonel, for those of us who wish to keep serving near the borders, can we request an immediate transfer?"

	Halperin stared at the man coolly and then shook his head.

	"No, Stills. The orders are for everyone to go home. Once you're there, you can request a transfer to wherever you want - even a fucking ice station if you've got a hard-on for it - and someone in High Command will decide if it's in their best interests to ship you there."

	Winter regarded Stills out of the corner of his eye. The kid hadn't made his request out of a sense of greater duty. Beneath his schoolboy exterior, Stills was a cold opportunist. He must be someone's nephew or illegitimate son (Winter always considered him a bastard, anyway) to get posted to an administrative position like this. Officially, he might have worn campaign ribbons on his uniform but he had never been facing the wrong end of a Heggie gun.

	Stills traded military surplus and access passes for all kinds of cash, merchandise and other favors. His prices were exorbitant but they didn't impact his business as he fleeced the local populace. The first time Winter had encountered him out in town, he thought he had come across two kids having sex. A girl of nine was bent over the hood of a burned out car while an older boy was banging her hard in the ass. The girl didn't look too pleased at the abuse of her rear but Winter knew times were tough for the locals. Still, he thought the boy shouldn't be so rough and started to intervene.

	"Hey, it's cool, Win," Stills said to him, never breaking stride as he made the girl's small ass cheeks wobble with his thrusts. "She's just paying the bills if you know what I mean. You can have her when I'm done. She's got one of the best, fuckable asses I've had and I've had plenty."

	Stills pulled out until just his dick head remained inside the girl and paused. The girl breathed heavily and started to relax. Then Stills slammed forward, making her yelp as he abruptly filled her anal chute again.

	"She's as smooth and soft as a mink coat in there," Stills sighed contentedly

	"I'll pass," Winter said. "And try to take it easy on the kid, will you?"

	"You want someone older?" Stills called, always wanting to be everyone's friend (so they'd owe him a favor). "How about younger? There's a six year-old I know. Come on, Win."

	Winter waved him off but then stopped.

	"It's Winter, not Win," he said, put a little sergeant-like steel in his voice.

	Stills ignored him and returned to buggering the little girl. One of his many annoying habits was shortening people's names to make them a nickname. Winter was definitely not on a nickname basis with him. But he didn't have anything against him doing a kid in general. Hell, it was war and people caught in the middle had to do whatever it took to survive.

	Early on this assignment, Winter had enjoyed the regular services of an eleven year-old hooker. She was a skinny kid (they all were around here) with tiny breast buds Winter loved to play with when he was sliding his meat in and out of her snug pussy. The girl loved it too as her prepubescent mounds were wildly sensitive. She always got wetter than hell in her snatch with his titty play, particularly when he sucked on them and flicked her nipples with his tongue. More than once, she had gotten her rocks off before Winter gave her a helping of semen in her slim body. He found he enjoyed having a young girl cumming on his dick.

	After two months, the kid and her older cousin had been fortunate enough to get a travel pass to leave the Gray Zone and move to a permanent Alliance territory. As far was Winter knew, they had gotten the pass honestly. He also knew that Stills was making a mint by arranging such passes.

	But now with the "Swap Day" set, there would be no more passes. One of Halperin's aides produced a box of silvery cards hung on lanyards and passed them out.

	"Everyone gets one and only one," Halperin announced. "Per the treaty, the Heggies want to maintain the populations in their areas and stop the exodus of people. They need manual labor and, if there are any left, some brainier folks as well. I figure most of the smart ones have gotten out by now.

	These passes will be scanned by neutral monitors when we leave. Each person has to have one. If you trade it or lose it in a poker game, it's your ass and you'd better start studying Heggie law because you'll be living under it. We were only allocated enough for the exact number of people in this battalion and we'll get no more, even if some dipshit flushes his down the toilet by accident.

	Also, since the Swap Day is set, no more civilians can leave the Gray Zone for Alliance territory. That means NOBODY. Got it?"

	There were nods all around. Winter could practically hear the gears grinding in Stills' head as he tried to figure out a way to beat the system. Looking at his exit pass, Winter knew it had plenty of built-in fail-safes to prevent tampering or copying. Judging by the sour expression on Stills' face, that captain had come to the same conclusion.

	It looked like Stills Enterprises had gone out of business.

	Or so Winter thought.

	By the afternoon of the briefing day, Stills had a new racket going. He might not be able to get anyone out of the Gray Zone, but he could get them transport to the end near the Alliance border. That would at least make it easier to try to sneak across or get smuggled. Despite advances in technology and the border guards, there were always ways to do it. And with the Heggies coming, everyone was desperate to get out.

	Heggie soldiers were notorious for taking whatever - and whoever - they wanted. At least Stills negotiated and gave them something in return. Winter had even heard stories about what Heggie soldiers did to their own citizens in areas they re-captured. The tales came from reliable sources and Winter had faced enough of the bastards in battle to believe the horror.

	By the day before Swap Day, the battalion was down to quarter strength. Mostly, they were just destroying data chips and anything else in the offices that the Heggies might put to use. With the last transport to take the remaining soldiers out leaving at 6 a.m. sharp, Winter was ready to call it a day as he was bored with trying trick shots of junk into his office's wastebasket.

	Only one thing remained for him and that was checking to make sure Stills had disposed of all of his data chips. Stills had been out earlier - cutting deals, no doubt - and Winter tried again. As he approached the door to Stills' office, a woman came out with a young blonde girl of about ten. The girl's eyes were red and she was walking unsteadily. As she helped the girl along, the woman spoke to her in low tones while clutching a set of official-looking papers. It looked like they were going to move closer to the border with Stills having extracted his price.

	Winter entered the office and saw Stills humming as he wiped his desk with a rag.

	"Any chips left?" Winter asked, tapping his clipboard.

	"Nope, they're all shredded," Stills replied as he put the rag aside and sat in his chair.

	Winter pointed to a red stain by the desk blotter.

	"You missed a spot."

	"Oops," Stills answered with a grin and took his rag to the blotch.

	Jesus, Winter thought. The kid had remained a virgin all this time and now she had to give up her cherry for a long-shot toward escape. As if reading his thoughts, Stills spoke up, friendly as always.

	"It's amazing what I can get for an in-zone travel voucher. Hey, have you had any mercy virgins?"

	"Huh?"

	Stills shook his head in mock disgust. Or maybe the disgust was real. Either way, Winter didn't care.

	"Mercy virgins. Everyone knows the Heggies will be raping anything old enough to walk so you've got these girls coming to us, begging for a gentle fuck so at least their first time won't be a rape - especially to some Heggie."

	"That little girl who just left didn't look like you had been very merciful," Winter pointed out.

	"Nah, that was just straight-up business. You should have seen the look on the mama's face when I made her baby bleed. Nothing like breaking in a hairless little cunt. But you should have been going out this last week. You couldn't go a block out of the gate before some new cunt was yours for the popping. There's still one more night, you know."

	Winter shook his head and left. The mood of the place was too dark and he didn't feel like celebrating. Besides, if he screwed something up out in town and missed the transport, he was going to be in deep shit. But he had to give Stills some grudging respect - aside from his bullshit with Halperin during the briefing, he didn't try to pretend he was something other than what he was.

	Sirina heard the talking and had been seeing girls offering themselves to the Alliance soldiers. Although she had witnessed plenty of prostitution to know what went on between men and women, she had never put her body up for sale.  Since she was six, she had been an orphan, on her own. In the two years since, she largely supported herself by scrounging in the base dump for food or discarded items she could sell. The idea of having a man put his big thing between her legs was frightening.

	She was making this point again to another girl she knew; a thirteen year-old who worked as a prostitute.

	"With the Alliance, you had a choice not to open your legs," the jaded young hooker said. "But under the Hegemony, you'll be some soldier's choice. Find yourself a nice soldier and let him do you tonight. Then maybe you'll enjoy it at least once. At least you won't be giving up your cherry to some Heggie bastard."

	Taking pity on the younger girl, the teen whore brushed Sirina's dark hair until it was dirt-free and glossy. Then she scrubbed the girl's face, making her pale skin almost gleam.

	But there were no soldiers out tonight. Undoubtedly, they were remaining on base so they wouldn't miss the last transport. Sirina had seen the aircraft landing today. It had looked like a metal angel to her as it would be taking people to a far better place. But in her two years of scavenging, she knew of places where she could slip under a fence and get on base.

	Hiding behind the corner of a building, she spied a captain. He was older than others of his rank but he had always been kind to the children who sifted through the trash dump, sometimes passing out candy or trinkets. Yes, he would be a good man to do this frightful thing to her. After watching him enter an Officers' Quarters building, she wondered if she should follow him in.

	Unsure of how to proceed, she was trying to work the courage to enter the building when she saw a light go on in a second story window. She saw the man there and noticed that the window was at the end of the building which meant she could find it easily.

	Winter wasn't sleeping well. Part of it was excitement in leaving and part of it was melancholy about leaving this place to the Heggies. He'd also miss being in the service and the images of people he had served with flashed through his mind. Some were faces that had aged like his while others remained permanently young from the time their lives had ended prematurely.

	He thought about closing the window curtain since the outside overhead lighting dimly lit his quarters, but he didn't feel like getting out of bed. And he didn't think that total darkness would really help.

	At some point, he must have dozed because he awakened to the awareness of someone in his room. His pistol was in easy reach but he remained still to see what transpired. Hearing the rustle of clothing, he cracked open his eyes.

	Sirina's nude, milky body looked almost ghostlike in the semi-darkness. It took a moment for Winter to recognize her as one of the kids he'd seen scrounging around the dump. Now he watched the girl wet her finger before awkwardly rubbing her bare slit. Her sex looked pitifully small; a V of soft flesh on her meager body with slightly pouting lips.

	Her dark eyes wide, the girl came to his bed and pulled the blanket down. She could see that he was watching her but did not speak for fear that the man would not do this service for her. Mesmerized by the delicate child determined to sacrifice her innocence, Winter said nothing either.

	He was wearing only shorts and was half erect when she pulled the waistband down. Slowly, she took hold of his member, startled by how it suddenly grew under her touch. It kept getting larger and Sirina swallowed hard at the idea of fitting in inside her.

	She crawled up on the soldier, straddling his erection and guiding his glans into the smooth furrow between her labia. She lowered herself but could not get the head into her portal. It was frightening and unfair and Sirina looked at the man with hopelessness.

	Winter reached out, his war-roughened hands closing around the child's slim hips. Understanding what he meant to do, Sirina cupped both hands over her mouth, dreading what would happen but desperate to have it done. Winter pulled her carefully; letting her elasticity allow part of his glans her entrance before another barrier halted him. The next part would only be torment for her if he tried to prolong it.

	He pulled her girl onto him, feeling her maidenhead surrender. Behind her hands, a keening noise escaped Sirina and he simply held her in place until the shock seemed to pass. Slowly again, he pulled her down. With the child now deflowered, her sex was his, opening wetly to receive him. Her channel sealed itself around his organ as if to melt with him.

	Sirina blinked rapidly as she was penetrated, feeling the man's hardness transform her childish place into that of a woman. Controlling her, he kept his movements slow. He had the girl ride as much of his length that would fit, her delicate, clasping tissues becoming slippery around him. With her hands still on her mouth, Sirina finally risked a look and keened again as she saw the crimson streaks of her lost virginity on his shaft.

	But little else came out and Sirina let the man take her at his careful pace. His penis seemed to jerk and her hands tightened over her mouth as she felt the hot burst inside, filling her further.

	She remained on top of him, unsure of what to do next. Sliding one hand from her hip, Winter eased two fingers against the child's hairless lips, the flesh pulled widely around him. His touches there made her shiver, especially when he found the tiny nubbin at the top of her cleft. As her excitement mounted, Sirina's hands fell away from her face.

	She wished he was moving inside her again; a need which his fingers were helping to create. When she felt his penis hardening inside her again, she gave him a questioning look and lifted herself, her taut tube tugging on him. She stopped with part of him still in, afraid to break this intimate contact. With his help, she slid down, feeling his turgid flesh kneading at her buttery walls.

	This time, their coupling grew more intense as timidity gave way to lust. With gasping breaths, Sirina plunged her swampy little chamber onto the soldier again and again. It began as a quiver but the urgency in her sex bloomed. It rattled in her, making her shake outwardly in response until her entire being seemed to squeeze in on itself and then explode.

	She was afraid she might fall off but Winter guided her down onto his chest. She gripped his sides, panting as he took hold of her by the rump and kept moving her. Although sated, she relished the sliding contact between them and silently urged him on. Her warm breath tickled his chest hair, the touch of it nearly as erotic as her slippery, girlish grip on his member.

	When he came again, it seemed to last longer as he sent more and more into her body with shivering pulses. Inseminated a second time, the eight year-old gave a small exclamation before closing her eyes.

	The girl was still sleeping when Winter carefully extracted himself from her and left her in his bed. When the Heggies arrived, there would be a violent hunt for girls like her and perhaps he could spare her at least the horror of being pursued. Rummaging through a field medical kit, he found a tranquilizer syringe and administered it into her arm. Sirina mumbled a protest in her slumber and then went still.

	Winter looked at the clock. It was four a.m. Pulling the blanket to cover the girl, he sat on the edge of the bed and stared into nothing.

	"Wheels up," someone called as the aircraft lifted off.

	Winter was sitting by a window but didn't bother to look out. He was thinking of the one who had been left behind and then pushed it from his mind. There were some things it would do no good to dwell upon.

	The Hegemony major clomped down the hall of the abandoned officer's quarters, looking for anything of value. He had already taken one thing - the rear end of an unfortunately young girl he had encountered a few blocks from the base. She might have been a whore the way she was dressed and if she wasn't a virgin in her ass, he had certainly left her bleeding like one.

	Kicking open one door, he immediately noticed the watch lying on a nightstand. Tucking it into a pocket, he noticed the lumpiness of a slight figure under the blanket. Grinning, he pulled the covers back and was very pleased with what he saw.

	Sirina awoke with a soldier's hand lightly shaking her shoulder. Opening her eyes, she blinked in confusion at the soldier in an Alliance uniform smiling as he set a tray in front of her.

	"Breakfast," he said with a smile.

	Sirina's nose twitched at the aroma of hot eggs and sausage and potatoes and her tummy rumbled in anticipation. Turning to her right, she saw Winter. The man winked at her and dug into his own meal.

	Sirina checked her surroundings in the aircraft, watching as soldiers spoke to each other and ate. Then she noticed the silvery card attached to the lanyard around her neck.

	From years of experience, Winter had always packed plenty of extras in his med kit. That included the extra trank syringe which he emptied into Stills. As Stills always liked to deal, Winter took his exit pass in exchange for the sedative.

	Halperin gave the girl a raised eyebrow as he slept on Winter's shoulder. But her pass was perfectly acceptable to the observers monitoring the withdrawal and Halperin did nothing to interfere.

	Once roll call was taken after lift-off, Halperin mentioned, loudly enough for Winter to hear, that Captain Stills would be facing charges of missing his unit's movement and absence without leave if and when he ever returned from Hegemony territory. And in thirty days, the AWOL charge would be increased to desertion. It was pretty heady stuff to face.

	If Stills was ever seen again.

	"Where are we going?" Sirina asked Winter.

	"Fishing," he replied.

	"I don't know how to do that."

	"No problem, I'll teach you if you want. Or maybe you can learn how to open a beer bottle for me. That's a very valuable skill."

	Sirina regarded him curiously. Despite his salt-and-pepper hair, he seemed quite young all of the sudden.

	"And where are we going to do that?" she continued.

	Winter leaned his seat back and sighed contentedly as he closed his eyes.

	"Home," he answered.

	Sirina nodded, liking the sound of that.



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