(aka The Bachelor Party)
Copyright 2017, 2021 Lisa Summers
All characters depicted in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters in this story are aged 18 or older. This story depicts incidents of extreme savagery, depravity and eroticism - the reader is warned!
Sometimes Evil doesn't get punished.
Sometimes Evil takes over the world.
And FIT is oh, so Good at being Evil!
Chapter 1
December, 2005
"This is a concept meeting to review Professor Markowitz' theories for advanced weapons systems for use against the enemy." The ten women around the table, varying in age from 18 to 63, looked expectantly at the speaker, a stylishly coiffed brunette in her late thirties.
There was no confusion in their minds about which enemy she was referring to - each analyst and executive there had bloodied her hands from time to time in dispatching males, some of them random victims, others deliberately erased.
Amber Noell, the woman speaking, was a sophisticated, experienced leader, even at age 38. She had been a captain in the United States Army when she was initiated into membership in the secret organization called 'Females Inherit Terra,' better known by members - and a certain enemy group - by its FIT acronym. She was infected in Iraq with the FIT Virus and subsequently converted by one of her troops, a female corporal who had later been killed by an IED in Fallujah, Iraq.
In spite of the fact that they had been intimate - extremely intimate - as one would expect of FIT women, with their focus on the delights of lesbianism, Captain Noell shed not a tear at the corporal's passing. There were far more important issues facing the good Captain as a new recruit into the most sinister conspiracy in the history of Mankind. In addition, FIT women were rarely motivated by love, only lust for other women and hatred of males of whatever age.
The membership was - and would always be - female, women and girls who had at some point been infected by a virus that would convert them mentally, physically and emotionally nearly overnight into lesbians, and although the stereotype of lesbians as "man haters" generally is quite untrue, in the case of FIT women it was spot on.
FIT's raison d'être was first, the conversion of the female half of the globe's population to total lesbianism, and second, the destruction and elimination of the remaining half, every male on earth. While such a goal might sound insane to many, it was nonetheless progressing splendidly, with women in every segment of society becoming new soldiers in the global war, fought not with weapons but with intelligence and wiles.
And if it were truly a battles of wits, men would lose badly. In 2005 the war had already been raging for 15 years, and men still had no idea it was occurring. Their rising death rate was becoming more than a blip, but experts and politicians - most of them female - assured society it was due to anything but a female plot against men.
"Professor, you have the floor," Amber Noell, now publicly known as the CEO of Divine Inspiration Ltd, a rapidly growing Public Relations firm in New York, but also serving as the North American Director of FIT, said, ceding the floor to the distinguished looking scientist.
"What is the male's weakest point?" Professor Anne Markowitz said, rising from her seat and switching on the video projector.
There were a few stifled titters. "What isn't?" joked a 22 year old girl with long blonde hair, model looks and a slim body with prominent, shapely breasts. Amber looked at her fiercely, and then relaxed. She had a soft spot for Marina Nicholls, and she'd have to forgive the girl's youthful impetuousness. Still, she'd use the girl's comment as an excuse to mistreat her later that night, although Marina would not object at all. Indeed, that may have been the girl's intent.
The others joined in, laughing politely.
"Yes, of course," rejoined the Professor. "That is a universal truism, no? But an effective weapon hones in on one weakness and exploits it. So, again, where is their weakest point?"
"Their dicks?" responded a mousy girl of 18, one of the senior attendees' consorts.
"What is your name, sweet girl?" asked the Professor.
"Cindy...Cynthia," she responded, recognizing that she wasn't now alone with her lover or with a group of other sex girls, but with senior staff of FIT. It was an opportunity for her to leverage her girl next door sexiness - quite irresistible to the older women of FIT - into recognition that she had the chops to be an actual thinker in the organization.
"Cynthia, you are quite correct," the Professor responded with a smile. She too was swayed by the girl's All-American looks, but still wanted to make her point.
"Men have numerous points of weakness as we all know, but they absolutely lose their minds - the straight ones do, anyway - with the chance to, as they put it, 'get their dicks wet.'"
She paused, eyeing young Cynthia, and considering whether, after the meeting, to make a deal with the girl's lover to "borrow" her overnight.
"And so we have developed, in concept, a theory of how we might best leverage that weakness under certain conditions..."
The women sat enthralled as she laid out her plan.
"It begins with rumors from the American soldiers' Vietnam War experiences, way back in the 1960s," she said...
Chapter 2
