Shokushu High School

HOSPITALIZATION

Jenny's body shook as leech after leech left it's birthing place and crawled away in search of stronger prey. Her petite body, drained almost of blood, shivered as she lay unconscious upon her bed in the Legion's field hospital. The plasma drip attached to her arm worked overtime trying to replace the fluid she had lost and gradually, free of the parasites that had so nearly killed her, she began to regain a little colour, her pale skin flushing to a more attractive pink. Her ordeal was over and but for the mental scars, she would survive.

The hospital was quiet. Apart from Jenny Bourne, more a casualty of the local vermin than of war, only Juanita Martinez had been injured in the recent action. Most of the staff was a hundred yards away, sleeping in their bivouac shells. Only a pretty young blonde nurse, who sat filling in forms, was there to watch over the two patients.

Was it because they scented blood that the leeches trailed up the wall and into the ventilation system? Afterwards, no-one could say for certain. But there was no doubt they left Jenny's room by that means. Mary Hunt finished her paperwork and looked at the clock. Time to check on the patients. The young Cobra who had been attacked by those horrible creatures seemed to be resting more peacefully now, though the plasma-replacement bottle was almost empty. Set to respond to tell-tale patches attached to the body, it had seen heavy use in the past couple of hours.

Mary considered waking one of the doctors. But all the vital signs were in the green and the patient seemed in no distress. Combat nurses were trained to take more responsibility than their domestic counterparts and anyway, the doctor would just say change the bottle and see what happens. So she changed the bottle of plasma and made a mental note to return in an hour. Then she went in to check on the strikingly pretty Latin girl. Nita Martinez tossed and turned with discomfort. Sedatives kept her from being fully aware of what was going on, but they were not strong enough to completely knock her out. Everything was hazy, as though she was trying to think with a brain full of cotton wool. She was not sure where she was or why. She didn't even remember the brief fire-fight or how hard the doctors had worked to save her left leg. Half asleep, half awake, wholly confused, she was only aware of the dull ache that prevented her from sleeping properly.

The pretty nurse looked at her patient with concern. She seemed in discomfort. The bed was all messed up where the Latin girl had kicked the covers off and her loose nightgown had ridden far up her slender brown legs. Such pretty legs too, Nurse Hunt thought to herself, what a pity one was marred by the thick padding of bandages. The wrappings seemed discoloured and probably needed changing. Deciding not to put on a light and disturb the patient further, Mary pulled over an equipment trolley and, sitting beside the bed, began to work in the eerie green lighting of assorted instrument panels. While the dim illumination was sufficient to do her job, it was not strong enough to reveal the trails of slime leading down the wall from an air vent.

MEDICATION

The wound looked ugly, even in the restricted lighting. Martinez may not know it yet but she had been lucky not to lose her left leg to the knee. Several heavy-calibre bullets had shattered bone and torn muscles, and it had taken all the skill of veteran doctors to reconstruct the damage. Gel packed into the wounds was already starting the healing process, but blood still seeped out to stain gauze bandages which Nurse Hunt discarded in a tray. Then she cleaned the wound while the young patient moaned foggily at the discomfort.

Several leeches had already crossed the floor and were under the bed. Without a sense of smell, they still possessed the means of tracking the existence of blood and it came very strongly from the tray beside the hospital cot. A couple of leeches crawled onto the container and explored unnoticed. But the blood there was old, cold. Somewhere there was more of the fluid they sought, blood still warm with life, and it was somewhere close. More leeches converged in the shadows.

Nurse Hunt sat quietly in the dim light beside the hospital bed. She intended to let air circulate the wounds for a while but she could not leave the patient alone in case she got restless and disturbed all the doctors hard work. In the near-darkness her mind drifted. It had been a long shift and she had missed much of the last sleep period due to the charmingly persuasive insistence of a handsome young doctor. Not that she minded. He had displayed a very effective knowledge of female anatomy after all. To start things off, he had removed her slipper and kissed her foot most thoroughly, sucking each of her toes in turn, before trailing his lips slowly up her bare leg. She could almost feel the touch of his mouth, softly working up over her thigh as she sat passively in the dimly lighted hospital room, her ready nipples crinkling at the memory.

'OWWWWWWWWWW!' Nurse Hunt jerked to her feet with a sudden jolt of pain when the leech which had crawled up her leg bit down into the soft flesh above her stocking-top. Her hand swatted down automatically, slapping herself where she had been stung and squashing the parasite against her skin. But the initial damage was done. Venom coursed through her veins and she doubled up with the sudden agony. Fire lanced through her leg and into her nearby cunt causing her to gasp. Recovering enough to pull the skirt up around her waist, she looked at her exposed leg expecting to see the mark of an insect bite. Instead there was a slick greyish sheen where the leech had burst apart with the force of her blow. As she watched, a trickle of blood emerged and mingled with the slime.

Sitting carefully back onto the chair, Mary Hunt lodged one foot onto the bed and pulled her skirt back up to expose her legs. Pale flesh gleamed in contrast to the dark stocking-tops, bulging slightly above the self-support hose. Crooking her leg, she examined the bite-mark, then pulling the trolley towards herself, took some disinfectant and a plaster to the wound. The agonising fire had dulled to a warm glow now, and if her pussy still felt hot, well she was probably aroused by that earlier memory. A long finger slid almost without thinking down her labia through the pale green material of her panties. Mmmm, she was certainly in the mood.

On the other side of the bed, several leeches began to work their way up disordered bedding that trailed onto the floor. Moving steadily they inched their way upwards until they reached the plateau of the mattress. They were attracted by the still uncovered wound on Nita Martinez' leg and they slithered in that direction, unnoticed in the near darkness of the hospital room.

Mary pressed a digit harder against her sex-lips, brain already confused by the venom coursing through her body. Normally she wouldn't sit in a patient's room fingering herself. But she felt so randy for some reason. The dull throbbing in her leg seemed to have moved until it was centred on her cunt and it was too late at night to call one of the eager doctors to join her. The pale green fabric dimpled between her sex-lips as her finger moved up and down, almost independent of conscious thought. Later analysis would reveal that the human blood which had nurtured these molluscs had increased the aphrodisiac qualities of their venom by a factor of several times over the leeches which had assaulted Jenny Bourne in the jungle. But for now, all Mary Hunt was aware of was an itch that she just HAD to scratch.

As the nurse shuffled her bottom forward on the hard chair and lifted her other foot to place it on the bed, the first leech fastened onto Nita Martinez lower leg just above the wound. Pain suppressants reduced the acidic effect of the parasite's painful bite and she did no more than jerk and moan when needle-sharp teeth punctured her flesh and the leech began to feed. Nurse Hunt didn't even notice, so wrapped up was she in her own needs.

Three more leeches fastened their grips onto Nita's leg and she moved restlessly as they began to bloat on her blood. The combined power of their hot venom coursed up her limb and through her body. Everywhere it travelled, her skin became super-sensitive and she began to writhe with unconscious excitement. Cool air felt like a lover's caress on her exposed skin and the rough nightgown scraped against sensitive nipples with each breath. Sensing the feeding beginning, more leeches swarmed up the trailing bedclothes.

TWO HANDED SHUFFLE

Mary Hunt pulled the now damp crotch of her panties to one side, revealing long sex-lips surmounted by a fluffy blonde triangle. As her breathing deepened, her hand stroked down over soft labia in increasing arousal. Her free hand wandered up to her chest and caressed the full globe of one breast through its covering. Squeezing the swelling mound, she moaned softly to herself as her nipple stood to attention within her bra. Scrabbling slightly in her haste, the nurse popped buttons on her blouse one by one until the garment was open to the waist. Hurriedly she pushed the edges to each side to reveal the soft sheen of her silky green bra which thrust forwards in its attempt to restrain her heavy breasts.

Leeches crowding around the wound on Nita Martinez leg continued to feed steadily on her warm blood, growing fat and long as they gorged. Her body writhed with pain and lust as the aphrodisiac venom spread fire through her veins and throughout her body. Hands unconsciously trailed over her own curves, increasing the arousal. With impatient movements she pushed the baggy fabric of her nightgown up about her neck, revealing the full length of her naked brown-skinned form.

Even in the dim light of the hospital room, Mary Hunt's eyes were attracted by this movement. She looked across and gasped. The Latin girl had a beautiful body, long and slender with high pointed breasts. The nurse's eyes drank in the shadowy form. Though not usually bi-sexual, she was aroused to an unaccustomed degree by the leech-bite and she panted slightly as she dwelled on the firm cones of her patient's tits, each surmounted by a large, half-erect nipple of dark chocolate brown. They looked good enough to eat and her hand unconsciously dug into the soft flesh of her own bra-covered breast as though it belonged to another.

Nita's hands travelled across the soft flesh of her belly and onto the firm hillocks of her tits. Her thick black hair tossed from side to side in her sleep as she cupped each taut mound and squeezed rhythmically. Mary watched with hot fascinated eyes, hand automatically reaching to the front fastening of her bra and releasing her own impressive breasts. Jutting from between the sides of her parted blouse, they looked too large for her body. Most of her boyfriends had been happy with the discrepancy though, so Mary didn't mind being top-heavy. As she grasped one large orb and clutched hard, her other fingers pushed down between widespread thighs to spread hot labia and slip into the sweet warm dampness.

The unconscious girl on the bed continued to tease and caress the swelling mounds of her firm tits. Fingers dimpled the taut brown flesh as she aroused herself fully, hips slowly writhing with excitement. Watching her, the conscious but confused girl on the chair grasped and squeezed the large soft mound of her own tit while fingers strummed lightly over the engorged bud of her clit. Neither was in much condition to notice the small grey bodies that continued to swarm up onto the bed. Nita moved her hands to capture the erect buds of her long nipples between her fingers. She moaned with lust as she tweaked the receptive buds to greater hardness. Mimicking her, Mary took the thick pink thumb of her own nipple between finger and thumb and tugged hard at the swollen teat.

Newly arrived leeches found the area about Martinez wound too crowded and they quested further. Sharp teeth sank into the soft velvety flesh of her inner thigh and she yelped even through the sedative as hot venom coursed into her vein. Mary put the noise down to passion, too wrapped up in her own self-induced pleasure to notice four cylindrical shapes move from the sheets onto her legs where they rested on the bed. More leeches travelled onto Nita's body. She cried again with pain as needle teeth sank into the skin of her gently domed belly. Then again as tiny fangs punctured the taut swell of her right breast. Acid fire coursed through her sensitive tit which burned hotly even as it hardened with lust.

The sounds increased Mary's own arousal. Taking them as signs of arousal, she responded by redoubling her assault on her own body. Releasing the bulky weight of her tit, she moved her hand down to join its twin between her legs. As she continued to rub her clit, long fingers slid down the slick channel between her inner lips and found the entrance to her cunt. Two fingers slid easily inside and she groaned at the feeling as they parted inner walls. The sensation was so consuming that she failed to notice the softly insistent movements of leeches slithering onto the soft flesh above her stockings and travelling up either side of her arms onto the supple flesh of her sides.

Two sets of needle teeth fastened onto Mary's left side almost simultaneously. Seconds later another punctured the soft flesh of her other side. Not insulated by sedatives as Nita was, she felt the full power of red-hot venom coursing into her veins and she screamed with agony as ribbons of fire spread through her belly. Jerking back in a futile attempt to evade the torture, the chair skidded out from under her and she landed heavily on her back on the floor. Her legs remained raised in the air by her feet, still tangled in the bedding. Squirming with anguish, breath knocked out of her by the fall, she plucked ineffectively at the tiny, slimy bodies fastened immovably to her skin. Small streaks of blood stained her sides as the parasite molluscs began to feed.

Another leech sank its teeth into the soft skin of Nita's belly. Hands rose to her face and fingers twined into her thick hair as she threw her head from side to side in a confusion of pain and arousal. The full length of her long body was vulnerably available, unknowingly offered to the parasites that began to swarm over her. Teeth fastened onto her thighs, her sides, and her belly. Again and again she jerked as new dull pain blossomed like fire in one part or another of her body which glowed with heat. Increasing levels of aphrodisiac built up in her veins and her skin trembled to every slightest touch. She almost screamed at the sensation of molluscs climbing the swollen surface of her tits. Did scream finally as teeth bit into both mounds, rivulets of blood running down taut flesh even as her nipples suddenly engorged to twice their previous size. With a shuddering moan the unconscious girl orgasmed.

Leeches still on the floor became attracted to the helpless body of the young nurse as she lay there writhing with agony. Crawling over the loose material of her blouse, they found naked flesh and began to feed. They seemed especially attracted to the large soft globes of her tits. Inching up the slightly flattened mounds, they found easy purchase on the swollen domes. Hands fluttering from one new agony to the next, Mary jerked and shuddered as leech after leech fastened needle-like teeth into her flesh and injected new bursts of hot aphrodisiac venom. Her brain faded into a haze of lust-filled throbbing as the acid coursed through her body. Nipples thrust upwards like large dark-pink thumbs and her cunt fluttered with excitement. Sudden fire lanced through her teat as sharp teeth fastened directly onto its tumescent shape and she yelped, hands scrabbling wildly at the floor as agony bloomed in the engorged flesh of her sensitive peak.

Both girls writhed with lust as the aphrodisiac effects of the venom outweighed its acidic pain. Still jerking reflexively with each new set of teeth that found purchase, their movements became increasingly more lethargic as their blood drained away into bloated bodies. Nita squirmed slowly, erotically on the bed, hands joined behind her head as she offered the full length of her body unknowingly to the foul assailants. Breasts swollen with lust rose and fell in jerky rhythm as she groaned with arousal. Mary twisted her body in slow-motion on the floor, fingernails digging into the carpet, hips thrusting upwards to greet an imaginary lover. Nita screamed with passion and pain as a leech found its way onto her mound and bit through the coarse black hair into her mons. Hips gyrated as hot venom spread into her clit which swelled with excitement as she came again. Mary groaned her need as her fingers found their way back to her sopping cunt and thrust inside, pistoning violently in and out of her body as she brought herself to a shuddering climax.

Nita's cunt attracted the attention of a satiated leech looking for a warm haven to lay its eggs. The thickly bloated body pushed her lips apart and wriggled up inside her sugar-coated walls as she quivered with excitement at the intrusion, legs widening of their own accord to welcome the parasitic phallus. Mary continued to shove three fingers spastically into her own body while dozens of leeches fed on her soft flesh. Moans and cries filled the room as both girls juddered from one orgasm to another. Life faded as the insatiable leeches drained them dry but even as their bodies grew pale with approaching death, they continued to cum and cum again.

In another room, the plasma bottle connected to Jenny Bourne's arm exhausted itself and a warning light blinked unheeded at the vacant nurse's station.

REQUIEM

Miranda Bradley stood silently beside an older woman in the cold daylight as they watched the temporary field hospital being consumed by fire. Both had a thoughtful expression on their faces. 'There was nothing else to be done,' Strike Commander Kensington broke the silence at last. 'We couldn't risk taking those damned parasites with us when we left.'
'You're right of course ...... but it seems so extreme. It's such a waste. Oh well, at least we have the three girls secured in their coffins. There won't be any nasty surprises in that direction.' The multi-million dollar edifice collapsed softly under its own weight and the two women turned away.

Six weeks later there was a simple ceremony held at Penthesilea Base. The only participants were members of the Legion Special Action Group 1, known amongst themselves as the Cobras. They had requisitioned the back room of the O-Club for this occasion and other legionaries only had to look at their serious expressions to stay well clear.

Lisa Marie Curzon stood to silent attention and raised her glass in solemn salute to the ornate but tattered Legion battle standard where it hung on the wall. The gesture was echoed by her silent grave faced comrades.
Then she giggled. 'Here's to Nita and Mary, latest members of the A-Team! And to young Jenny, who is hereby awarded her second alien star.'
'A-Team?' Mary Hunt, still pale from the weeks spent in an isolation coffin and recently signed up as the Cobras new medic looked confused. Juanita Martinez, who had only joined the cohort days before she was wounded looked rather embarrassed to be the centre of attention but Jenny Bourne just smiled quietly.
'Yep, A-Team.' Lisa Marie gravely handed a small red star to each of the three girls. 'You ever wonder why some of us wore these, Nita?'
'I thought they were special service badges,' the young Latino ventured hesitantly.
'They sure are! They sure are that, momma!' Curzon doubled over with laughter. She pointed to the red star on her own right breast pocket. 'They for a veeeery special service! Only way you ever get to wear one of these little badges is if some alien rape yo' pretty young ass!'

Miranda Bradley, who had stayed away from the ceremony so as not to inhibit things with her presence, smiled tautly as she passed the building and heard raucous noises from in back. She knew the room well, remembered other times, other young legionaries letting off steam in the aftermath of a dangerous encounter. Many years ago she had even been one of them herself. It had been her own hands that had nailed that tattered standard to the wall, Legion Medal of Honour shining brightly on her chest, as she and the other five survivors of Cygnus V had gathered to remember ...... and to forget.

Ghosts paraded before her and she cleared her head with an angry shake. Now there was a new generation of young Amazons and they were writing their own legends in blood and shared tears. Back on her desk were three letters. Hunt had volunteered to join the SAG immediately on her release from the isolation tank. Bourne and Martinez had both extended their contracts as soon as they were certified free of parasites and let out of their own 'coffins'. Such brave young women! They all were. She was so proud to lead soldiers such as them.

Anyone who didn't know the Senior Centurion better would have thought they saw a solitary tear roll down her cheek as she walked away.

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