Killer Nurse

By Hardie

Linda destroys three tough marines.

This story contains sexually explicit material and should be read by adults only.

Nurse Linda Colville crouched beside the dying pilot of the seaplane. The body of his navigator lolled in its harness. The bullets from the Zero, the main Japanese fighting aircraft of the Second World War, had flayed the front of the defenseless seaplane, hitting both airmen. Fortunately for the passengers, the pilot had lived long enough to land on the calm waters of the Pacific Ocean

“Where are we?” screamed the girl, trying to shake life into the glazed eyes of the wounded man. The aircraft had been on a routine flight from Cairns in Australia to the newly captured island of Guadalcanal, taking the three passengers as replacement personnel as well as carrying mail for the troops. All was well until a freak storm had tossed the small craft all over the sky for what seemed like an eternity, before the weather cleared and the Zero struck.

“Damn!” she cursed as the nurse recognized the death rattle in the pilot’s throat and a trickle of blood ran down the corner of his mouth. “Useless prick!” Angrily she let the dead man’s head drop as she looked in vain for a map. But the only one she could find was soaked in blood, and totally useless.

The smell of smoke alerted her to a new danger. Snatching up her medical satchel, the girl inched her way out of the cockpit of the aircraft into the small hold. The three marines, Berry, a Lieutenant, Taylor and Campbell had the door open and were launching a rubber life raft.

“Quick!” said Berry. “This thing’s going to blow any minute. What about them?” He indicated the cockpit.

“Dead,” said Linda. “C’mon, let’s get outta here.” They paddled towards a silhouette of land on the western horizon, leaving the burning aircraft to sink into the sea, carrying its dead crew with it.

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They had been on land for eight weeks or so. The emergency rations from the life raft were gone, and all they had to live on were coconuts and any other fruit they could find. Although the three marines had saved their personal weapons from the wrecked aircraft, Lt. Berry forbade hunting in case there were Japanese soldiers nearby. For the same reason, they did not light fires. The men had built a large lean-to shelter for themselves, and a smaller one for Linda, further along the shoreline. Campbell and Taylor were suffering from attacks of malaria, and were becoming quite weak from the disease.

One evening, as the nurse made her way quietly towards the marines’ hut, she heard her name mentioned, so she stopped and listened.

“How come we’re sick,” said Taylor, “and she’s not? I reckon she’s holding out on us. She says all the quinine’s gone, but I bet she’s kept enough for herself!”

“Well, you searched her hut yourself, while she was swimming yesterday, and you didn’t find any. So what do you want to do, torture her?” said Lieutenant Berry, amusedly. “She’s a nurse, for Chrissake. She’s doing her best to help us.”

“I don’t trust her,” said Taylor. “I know she’s holding out on us, and sooner or later I’ll find out where she’s hiding the quinine…………..” Linda thoughtfully retraced her steps to her own hut and made a few decisions.

The following morning, Linda asked Taylor to go with her to check out a pool she’d found on the river which fed into the sea nearby and which supplied them with fresh water. She wore her army nurse’s skirt and her shirt, with the top three buttons undone to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of the firm, tanned breasts of a nineteen year-old athletic girl. She well knew the effect her dress had on the sex-starved males, and, by adding a hint of promise to her voice as she spoke to Taylor, she seduced him into accompanying her into the jungle.

“OK,” said Taylor, “but go slow, huh. This bug’s gettin’ to me.” For over an hour, the girl led her victim up the river valley, watching the young marine closely as she saw the steep climb drain his energy. When they reached a small clearing on top of a gorge, the girl struck.

“Here, let me...” she said reaching for the man’s hand as he struggled onto the level ground. “Put the gun down and hold me,” she said invitingly. Then, as the unsuspecting male obliged, the girl wrenched down on his arm, spun him round, forced his arm up behind his back and drove his body forward to smack into the trunk of a palm tree. Stunned, bewildered and exhausted, the muscular marine had no chance to resist the girl’s savage attack.

Pinning his body against the tree with one hand, she grasped his hair with the other and smashed his face into the trunk again and again, grinning triumphantly as the terrified marine alternately cried out in pain and tried to plead with her to stop. Twice more the unrelenting girl smashed his face into wood, until she felt her male victim’s legs buckle. The marine’s body slumped to the ground as she let him go. Casually, the girl turned him over, hitched up her skirt and straddled his broad back.

“C’mon soldier boy,” she murmured into the groaning man’s ear. “Let me just get my arm under your throat, like…there’s a good boy. What does it feel like being beaten up by a woman, soldier boy? Have you got a hard-on like the bastard marines who raped me when I was fourteen? Guess you’re done rapin’!” She settled her arms into a classic sleeper hold across the front and back of the semi-conscious man’s neck. Then she slowly tightened her arms.

The girl experienced a great sense of exhilaration as she choked the young marine to death, taking her revenge on the male gender in a frenzy of female savagery. Her insides melted as she felt the once powerful man feebly struggle to escape her hold, then she burst into one huge orgasm as she finished him off.

Gasping with passion, she threw back her head and rubbed her demanding clit over the dead marine’s back. Orgasm after orgasm flooded her nubile young body, until the girl’s lust was sated. Slowly she climbed to her feet, stood over the vanquished male warrior and exultantly raised her arms in triumph, then she dragged the body of her victim to the edge of the gorge and disdainfully pushed it over to plunge down into the valley below.

Thinking it might come in useful one day, the deadly young girl took the dead man’s rifle to hide in the undergrowth near the camp, then made a few alterations to her appearance.

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Berry and Campbell heard Linda’s commotion long before she burst into sight. Screaming hysterically, her clothes torn, her face and legs splattered with mud and blood, the girl collapsed in tears.

“Thank God, thank God,” she sobbed. “Rape. He tried ……rape me. He……rape. Help me….” Getting the ‘distraught’ girl into their hut, Lieutenant Berry and Campbell were totally taken in as the nurse skillfully played the part of a victim of attempted rape.

“Where is he now?” asked Berry, grimly.

“I..I..don’t know,” stammered Linda. “I heard him yell…I think he fell somewhere. He must have ……He’d have caught me ……He must have tripped over……I couldn’t think. I just had to get here……..”

“Right,” said Berry. “Look after Linda, Campbell, and I’ll go upstream and see if I can find Taylor.” He turned to Linda.

“Did he have his carbine?”

“I don’t know…oh yes. At least he had it……..He put it down when he…….”Convincingly, she collapsed into tears once more.

“Right, then I’ll have to be a bit careful. I’m off then,” said Berry. “Don’t worry. It’ll be O.K.!” Once the Lieutenant had gone, Linda began her ‘recovery’. Things were working well for her. Now that she had Campbell on his own, she decided it was as good a time as any to finish him off as well. ‘They’re all rapist bastards,’ she thought illogically, ‘and now’s my chance to even up the score!’

Campbell was the biggest of the marines. At 6’2”, and 220lb, he towered over the slender frame of the 5’4” girl. Yet Linda was confident she could take on this powerful male and beat him. Ever since her recovery from the trauma of her rape, the girl had worked ceaselessly on a path of vengeance. She had taken every martial arts course she could find. The smooth skin of her beautifully shaped young body concealed a wiry strength born of a demanding exercise regime; a regime she’d kept up through daily swimming and hard expeditions into the surrounding jungle. She also had her quinine, a supply she had no intention of sharing with the marines.

During her martial arts course, the girl had learnt that size was relatively unimportant in combat. The advantage of surprise, speed of thought and action and a cool head were the most important attributes. And she had them all! Not only the unfortunate Taylor, but three other marines in San Diego had found this out the hard way as Linda first beat them up, then killed them.

“I need to get into the sea, Don,” she said to Campbell, “to wash off this mess. Will you come with me?” she said sexily. “I’ll feel safe if you’re there.” The big marine was putty in the girl’s hands as she led him down to the beach. There she calmly stripped off her torn, filthy clothes and, except for her brief, cotton underpants, stood boldly naked before the embarrassed young man.

“C’mon, Don,” she said, swaying invitingly in front of him, her whole lithe body tanned an even, golden brown . “Don’t be so shy. Take off your pants and come in with me. That’s good,” she encouraged as he stripped down. “Now your shorts, Don. I would so like to see you totally naked. You have such a lovely body. Will you do that for me?”

Hesitantly the marine took off his clothes, exposing his beautifully muscled body to the girl’s gaze. “My,” she said admiringly, “what big muscles you have.” She stood in front of him, hands on hips, legs apart, pert young breasts thrusting above her smoothly tanned stomach. “Let me feel!” She smiled up into the red-faced marine’s eyes as she stroked his biceps with her silky fingers. She felt his cock harden as it pressed upwards into her tanned stomach. Then, holding his muscle-laden arms with her hands, the girl drove her knee into the unsuspecting man’s dangling balls!

Campbell’s mouth shot open in shock as pain scorched his pelvis. His legs buckled as his hands tried to clutch the point of agony, and his body dropped towards the beach even as the forlorn cry of the injured male escaped his lips. Quick as a flash, the girl adjusted her feet and lashed her knee up in another devastating strike. This time it smashed into the marine’s descending face, breaking his nose, knocking his huge body sideways to sprawl on the firm sand.

Linda threw herself triumphantly on top of him. Straddling his drum-like chest, the girl held him by the throat and smashed her tiny fist into the man’s battered face, putting all her wiry strength into each devastating blow.

But Campbell was tough. Though badly hurt by Linda’s surprise attack, and seriously weakened by his illness, the highly trained, muscular young marine was still a formidable opponent for a slender, teenage girl. Ignoring the pain in his balls and face, Campbell brought his power-laden arms into action, grunting with effort as he tossed the girl from his aching body.

Linda landed a couple of yards away in a tangle of arms and legs. She had underestimated the man’s ability to take punishment, but felt no fear. Instead, she felt a surge of excitement flow through her body as she sprang to her feet in one fluid motion. From now on she had to fight a battle-trained marine; a hugely muscled male who was almost a foot taller than she was and about eighty pounds heavier. And the girl relished the prospect of destroying him!

Campbell had also regained his feet and stood facing her. Wiping blood from his face with one hairy arm, the marine was uncertain what to do. He had been brought up in the belief that fighting girls was wrong, so, while he was prepared to defend himself against her, he was reluctant to attack the near naked young nurse.

She faced him confidently, legs astride, breasts thrusting provocatively, one hand on a shapely hip. Her other hand brushed her jet-black hair from her tanned forehead then beckoned him on. “C’mon Campbell,” she sneered. “Are you scared of a girl? Are you scared I’ll beat you, Campbell; a big, tough marine scared of a little girl? You should be scared, Campbell, ‘cause I’m going to beat you up, then kill you, just like I did to your buddy. I smashed his face in, then strangled him to death. You wouldn’t believe a girl could do that to a real tough marine, would you Campbell, but I sure as hell did it to your buddy! ” Her hand shot out and tweaked his thick cock, making him flinch, “And I’m going to kill you too!”

Swiftly she closed, drove her fist into the big man’s corded stomach, dancing away before he could retaliate. Totally bemused by events, the hulking young marine was slow to react. The girl’s punch hadn’t hurt him much, but her speed made him feel clumsy. Thoroughly riled, he swung a haymaking right hook at her lovely, smiling face, hoping to knock her out and end the farce right there, but he was nowhere near.

Ducking under the blow, the nimble young nurse, smashed the heel of her hand into her husky opponent’s jaw, snapping his head back, and stomped down with her heel onto the marine’s instep. Shards of pain stabbed into the hulking young man’s brain as tender bones snapped under the girl’s assault. Mad with rage, ignoring the pain and with murder in his heart, he charged after her as she danced away.

With the agility of a trained gymnast, Linda turned away from him, folded her body over so that her hands dug into the hard sand, then lashed backwards with one foot in a classic back kick. And the man charged right into it.

Campbell felt he’d been cut in half as the girl’s stabbing heel speared into the soft area under his sternum, impaling him on her deadly limb. The world momentarily went black as his air supply was cut off. His legs buckled as he dropped to his knees on the sand, clutching his body, trying to force air into his massive, heaving chest.

Linda buckled her arms, swooped into a forward roll and rose fluidly to her feet once more. With one agile movement, the graceful girl spun round to face the kneeling man, sprang towards him, hair flying as she spun once more and swept her foot round in a wide arc to smack into the side of his head.

Campbell keeled over. Stunned, breathless and totally confused by events, the muscular marine had no time to recover before the nimble young girl was on him. Savagely she drove her foot into the man’s ribs, then stomped down on his corded neck as he desperately tried to scramble away from this terrible girl who was giving him the hiding of his life.

As each devastating blow thudded into Campbell’s torso Linda felt the adrenaline surge through her nubile young body. Her eyes gleamed with excitement as she saw how to wear the man down. She didn’t want to get caught by his massive arms again, so she stood off him and powered her kicks into the marine’s muscular frame every time he tried to get up.

With every blow the lissome, raven-haired beauty landed, Campbell could feel the strength being drained from his mighty body. He couldn’t think straight. How could a little girl do this to him, a huge, powerful male! If he could only get to his feet, he’d kill her! He had to get to his feet. He couldn’t let a girl beat him. He had to get up!

Making one monumental effort, the powerful young man pushed his battered body erect. Linda’s feet smashed into him, but he ignored the pain and just kept coming.

Linda couldn’t believe it. She kicked him in the ribs as he got to his knees. He kept coming. She kicked him in the head as he struggled to his feet. He kept coming. She tried to nail his balls as he staggered to an upright position, but she missed and hit his thigh, and he kept coming.

Linda almost panicked as the massive hulk of the young marine advanced towards her. Sweat poured from every pore of his bruised body. Feverish eyes stared fixedly at her from his blood-streaked face as he ponderously trundled forward on stiff legs, like a zombie, arms scything the air in front of him in slow motion.

She carefully kept her distance, waiting her chance, then slid in to rap a punch or two into the man’s body before skipping out of reach again, driven back by the marine’s manic, remorseless advance. Linda was beginning to despair. Her darting attacks seemed to have little effect on the lumbering marine. She had no trouble avoiding his clumsy swings, and was smashing her own punches into him with all her might. Yet he still came on.

Campbell was fighting on sheer willpowerr as his body took a terrible hammering from the cruelly efficient young female fighter. Fever raged within him, weakening him, drawing his strength from him from within as the girl smashed him from without.

At last, Linda sensed that the massively built male was succumbing to her blows. She became bolder, more aggressive, ripping combinations of two and three punches into the desperate man’s weary body, smashing her feet into his kidneys, doubling him over, then straightening him up with blows to the face. It was all too much for the young man to bear. With deadly efficiency, the girl hammered into the weakening male’s wilting body.

His advance slowly ground to a halt. He stood swaying on trembling legs in front of the gorgeous teenage girl. His head drooped and his arms dropped. The tough young marine was out on his feet, his strength and fighting spirit drawn out of him by the deadly savagery of the shapely girl fighter.

With a cry of triumph, Linda swept in for the kill. This time her kick to the man’s balls struck home with devastating accuracy. He screamed once, sank to his knees, then keeled over to sprawl unconscious at the feet of the exultant girl.

Linda stood over him, caressing her pert young breasts, bringing herself to a shuddering climax as she gazed hungrily at the beautifully sculpted male she’d destroyed. This huge, naked, male warrior was hers, sprawled at her feet in abject defeat. Beaten by a chit of a girl half his size.

She pulled him up by the hair as he struggled back to consciousness, forcing him to crawl across the beach on hands and knees until they reached the sea. Weakly he tried to grab the girl’s shapely legs in an attempt to bring her down.

“Oh, dear,” she chided, “You are a naughty boy!” She twisted his hair, forcing him to look up into the dark pools of her eyes, then calmly back-handed him across the face again and again until her hand grew sore from hitting him. Then she moved behind him and pulled back on his hair until his body was bent backwards, his buttocks resting on his calves. She stared in astonishment. Even though she’d beaten him into a semi-conscious hulk, the man had a towering erection!

The girl thought of the huge cocks which had penetrated her virginal body when she was raped, and she shook his head with rage. This one wouldn’t get relief. This one would die with his hard on!

“You scum,” she hissed into the marine’s battered face. “All you can think of is sticking your cock into me, to rape me like you men rape all women.”

“No, I…… Please don’t hurt me anymore. I’m sick, I …….,” pleaded the innocent young man, looking for mercy in the beautiful girl’s eyes and finding none. Linda moved in front of him again, holding his head up as she backed into the sea so that he could look into the mocking eyes of the slender young girl who had beaten him. She dragged the defeated hulk of a man after her into ever deepening water, making him shuffle along on his knees. When the waves lapped gently round her waist, the girl smiled into the terrified man’s pleading eyes.

“Now you die!” she said, and plunged his head under the water, moving in to sandwich it between her silken thighs. Exultantly the girl stood there, braced against the broken marine’s feeble struggles, climaxing with melting moans as she felt the once mighty male warrior drown between her female legs.

After a blissful pause to savor the moments of post coital tranquillity, Linda opened her thighs and disdainfully pushed the body of the dead marine away from her to float out on the tide. It was then that she became aware of the figure on the shore.

“I saw you finish off Campbell,” yelled Berry. “Come on in. Careful now. This gun’s loaded!” He couldn’t quite believe what he’d just done. He could have saved Campbell when he came back from his expedition. Instead he’d stood in the cover of the jungle and watched with growing excitement as the lithe, naked girl savagely beat up the towering, muscular marine. He’d shared Linda’s climax as he watched her drown the beaten man between her legs, spurting his sperm into the jungle as his body spasmed with jolts of unbelievable intensity.

Now he nervously licked his lips as the naked beauty reached the shoreline. She stumbled as she reached the beach, going down but getting quickly up again until she stood calmly before him, drops of water clinging to her legs and the cotton of her service issue PT briefs.

“I found Taylor just upstream. The river brought him down. You made a mess of his face all right. You’re some number, killing two men in one day! I expect you were going to get me next when I got back to the camp, huh?”

Linda shrugged, gazing boldly into the young man’s eyes. She could see his uncertainty, the tremble in the hand that held the automatic pistol, and thought to herself that if she could just get a bit closer…….

“What are you going to do, Lieutenant, shoot me - an unarmed girl?” She stretched her nubile young body, thrusting out her firm breasts and spreading her arms, fists clenched, to give the man a clear view of her smoothly muscled, curvaceous, feminine form. She stepped slowly towards him, undulating her hips provocatively, a confident smile on her lips. Lieutenant Berry was mesmerized by the girl. He knew he couldn’t shoot her in cold blood. Yet she’d killed both Taylor and Campbell.

“Either use your gun or put it down, Lieutenant,” said Linda sweetly. “Let’s settle this with our bare fists, or are you scared to fight a little girl?” Berry shivered with tension. He felt acutely uncomfortable at being challenged to a fight by an almost naked young girl. It was preposterous. How could she possibly beat him? He wasn’t as big as Campbell, but he wasn’t far off, and he was just as muscular. And, of course, he hadn’t been sick.

‘That’s it,’ he thought. ‘She’s beaten my men because they were sick. I’ll just overpower her and keep her prisoner until she can stand trial for murder!’ He put down the gun, then, put up his fists like a gentleman.

Linda was running on adrenaline. Even though she’d trekked through the jungle and fought and killed two men, she couldn’t wait to feel her knuckles smashing into the body of yet another powerful male adversary. She closed her arms, then flung the sand she had gathered from the beach when she stumbled into the young man’s eyes.

Momentarily blinded, Berry staggered back, clutching at his eyes. And Linda was on him, her clinical fists driving into the confused young man’s body and head, forcing him to retreat until he backed into a tree trunk. Smoothly, the deadly beauty closed with her victim and drove her knee into his balls with stunning precision.

Berry’s scream was cut off as the girl slashed the edge of her hand across his throat, driving the marine’s Adam’s apple into his windpipe, choking his cry as his legs buckled and his body slumped. Linda jammed her knee in his crotch and her forearm across the floundering man’s throat to keep him upright against the tree, then callously began to smash her fist into his face, making his head crack into the tree trunk with every deadly blow.

Senses reeling, the husky lieutenant was in desperate trouble. He couldn’t think straight. His powerfully muscled arms hung helplessly as his brain refused to function. He was out on his feet, but the girl kept hitting him. Linda felt the marine’s legs go as she drove her fist ferociously into his abdomen again and again. She removed her knee from his crotch and let the man’s mighty body sink slowly to the ground. When the young man’s jaw was opposite her tanned, slender waist, the girl jerked up her knee. There were two cracks; one when Linda’s knee smashed into the Lieutenant’s chin, the other when the marine’s head smacked into the trunk of the tree.

The girl stepped back as the man’s huge frame slumped to the ground and sprawled unconscious at her feet. Elated beyond her wildest dreams, Linda moved in for the kill. Then she had another thought. There was something about Berry…… She turned the unconscious male warrior onto his broad back and, with the easy skill of a trained nurse, stripped the man naked.

When he came round, Berry found himself lying naked at the feet of the gorgeous young girl fighter. She stood over him, legs astride, hands on hips, looking disdainfully into the puzzled eyes of the defeated male. Hurt and humiliated though he was, the lieutenant found his blood boiling at the sight of the girl who had beaten him. His cock strained to a monstrous erection as the girl smiled in satisfaction.

“Get up!” she commanded.

The young man struggled to his feet and stood on trembling legs, head lowered, towering over the girl awaiting her command. He felt strangely excited. This was what he had subconsciously always wanted - to be beaten up by a beautiful girl and subjugated to her will. And the girl knew!

“You enjoy being beaten by a girl, don’t you Lieutenant!” she purred, walking round him, flicking his cock with her hand. “I’ve heard of men like you, getting off through pain and humiliation. Well, that’s just fine, because I enjoy hurting men! I didn’t kill you, because I’ve decided to make you my own personal slave. So you just go and fetch me that little gun of yours. Go!”

Senses reeling, the soldier retrieved his gun. For a moment he considered defying her, but his will power was gone. Shamefacedly, the massively built marine handed over his weapon to the slender young girl.

“Stand to attention, soldier,” commanded Linda imperiously, feeling a surge of elation as the large young man straightened up before her, his naked, muscular body the epitome of masculinity. But, for all his mighty muscles and enormous strength, she was the better fighter. It was the sinuous, female who had smashed the massively muscled male to defeat, and now the girl was in command, which was the natural order of things. She ran her nails down the hairs on the man’s chest, looking up into his face. There was a trickle of sweat running down his cheek, or was it a tear?

“From now on, soldier boy,” she purred, “you just look on me as your commanding officer. You will obey my every command. Any hesitancy or disobedience and I will beat you up again. You know I can. You know that however big and strong a man you are, I, a girl, am a better fighter and I’ll always beat you. WON’T I?” She grasped his balls and squeezed viciously.

The young man gasped in pain, knowing that he mustn’t move. Knowing that he mustn’t give the girl any excuse to hammer him with her terrible little fists.

“WON’T I?” she repeated.

“Yes ma’am,” he sobbed. She let go and stepped back with a gleam of triumph in her deep, round eyes. She had him.

“Stand at ease!” she barked, smiling as he parted his legs to assume the correct stance, feet twelve inches apart, hands clasped behind his back. Berry’s body trembled with a mixture of fear and excitement. Here he was, a powerful male warrior, standing naked and cowed before a chit of a girl, letting her dominate him with both her fighting ability and her devastating sexuality. His heart pounded. His cock throbbed. He wanted to grasp it and make it spurt with relief. But he was too scared of the girl who had defeated him. He stood stock-still and waited.

She glided up to him, every undulating movement a statement of gender. She looked up into his face, smiled and smashed her knee into the defenseless young man’s tautened balls, dropping him with one devastating strike. As the magnificent body of the muscular young marine slumped to the sand, Linda’s breasts swelled with triumph. In one day she had killed two hated marines and enslaved a third.

The girl made her defeated male opponent crawl painfully in front of her as she set off along the beach to her makeshift hut. Every so often she encouraged his progress with a well-placed kick. It was so good having a big, strong, male slave to cater to her every whim. She was going to enjoy her stay here …wherever she was.