~The Art of War~ (Sex_and_violence x MissLidia)

[MissLidia]

"Broadcasted live from the coast of Cyton, this is your host Mellanie Weber. We're here on the last stretch of the long drawn out conflict between districts 9 and 10." The world had never been the same ever since the the Third World War that saw near destruction of humanity as whole. Cities, countries even continents had been destroyed. Diminished to ashes as the war for the biggest bombs had let either sides of this war to just throw whatever they had at the other. Mutually assured destruction, the world set back years in it's development...what little had survived the clash all agreed...Never Again. This time for real.

"We've been looking forward to this haven't we Tom? Not so much what's about to happen...but for it to end. It's been inevitabe, but it seems like 9 is about to end the misery." The smiling female host her voice rang through the speakers all across the world. War was a thing of the past, as was street voilence...or any sorta spontaniously or planned conflict. Society simply couldn't afford to lose more. So a new solution had been formed in the shape of an arena. Whoever came up with the initial idea had been reading too much of the popular series "The Hunger Games". Enclosed cities, sometimes almost entire country sized battlefields that could be controlled from the outside had become the scenery to the new destruction of mankind...as well as the clones they often send in.

Everything ranging from a fight between two High School sororities to full blown wars between countries...there was an arena and audience for all of it.

"Amber from district 9 has been on the run, even managing to slice the throat of two guards when it seemed like she'd been captured the last time she went into town for supplies. But that has been the last heroic act we've seen from the girl. She got hurt, stepped into an aphrodisiac trap that has been poisoning her body ever since. Just last night, we saw her in a last futile attempt to mastrubate with the care-package vibrator she'd gotten. With that, district 9 spend the last of their budget as well, not able to afford the antidote... but trying to give Amber a shot at sneaking into the city. But like we wittnessed, even after 3 hours of continuous mastrubation Amber could not manage to clear herself from the poisonous effects. Forced to move location due to her loud moans, Amber lost the vibrator and was forced back into the woods for the night. She's been seen walking towards the edge Tom, likely to surrender or rush in with a last suicidal flurry."

Why the fighting had turned so sexual all of a sudden? No one could tell. Part was the symbolic meaning; having your soldiers literally rape opposing countries. The small scale struggles that were often meant to settle smaller affairs also couldn't afford to lose a clone or real life human being over something small... so apart from death there'd been added stipulations to these fights. Everyone said they thought it was disgusting...but ratings had never been this high. Even as the announcer was about to pull up a list of statistic that showed the number of clones and humans lost in this fight...the screen flashed and all was dropped as Mellanie watched the other woman leave her hiding and catching the attention of the opposing guard.

"Mom look!" The young Linda had blurted out as she was watching the TV. "She's comming out of hiding, bitch can't take it any longer!"

"Wacht your language little warrior princess!" He mom laughed and cheered as she took Linda by the hand. "But that's about enough TV for you young lady. To your room..." Mom said and watched the displeased girl walk up the stairs as she sat down next to her husband on the couch biting her bottem lip.

"I know you're okay with your daughter training to be a spy... but things are really getting out of hand. What if she ends up like Amber?" A concerned mother asked, but knowing damn well it could not be helped, her husband had fought, which meant their first born would too. Easy as that. She could only hope that by the time duty called they'd been able to pay for a clone of her daughter, or she'd actually become a spy and get government support... but that was years ahead.

"PLEASE! NO MORE!!!!"

"There she is!! Hands raised and dropping her weapon, she's surrendering!" Mellanie called out reporting on the action. "But look at her eyes, they're bright pink! She's certainly under the effects of the aphrodisiac trap"

"Please! I cannot take more of this! Please kill me!" The last remaining district 9 soldier screamed before she dropped to her knees and her eyes actually turned radiating pink. "Please take me out of my misery...please choke me to death with that glorious big cock of yours! Let it be the last thing I taste and inhale before my worthless body hits the ground!!"

 

[Sex... and Violence]

The video feed continued for just a moment longer as the eager Guards jumped on Amber, ripping the operative's clothes away just as the image cut back to Mellanie Webber. "There you have it! District Nine's final champion has finally succumbed to the rigors of The Conflict! Those of you interested can watch every moment of the action in super-HD resolution at our premium-subscription partner channel, RAW!" Though the video feed had been cut, Amber's screams could still be heard in the background. Wild, primal, terrified screams that slowly gave way to the passionate sounds of ecstacy. "RAW, Real Action World-Wide; for the most hardcore experience that transcends your wildest imagination!" The anchor made a practiced transition as the sounds of rough sex filled the studio around her. "Now to Madeline with the real-world analytics of this round of The Conflict!"

Madeline Sorboro's stern continence replaced the alluring commentator. "Thank you Mellanie. This round of The Conflict was sparked over a mineral rights dispute centered on a co-op of miners from District Nine who established a remote mining station in the slopes of the Tatra mountains! This is a geographic space most closely associated with District Ten, though they have not maintained any sort of presence in the region for many years now. The Tens allowed this dispute to hang in limbo for three years, a matter of willful negligence that some have said should negate the Ten's claim! However, once the hard work of establishing the remote settlement had been completed, the governing council of District Ten chose to issue a formal challenge via The Conflict! As we all saw just a moment ago, the Champions of District Nine put up a very spirited and well-meaning battle for the rights of these pioneering settlers who built the Tatra Mine! Ultimately, they were harried down by the superior resources available to the District Ten Champions!"

"Let us go live to the disputed settlement of Haplite." The anchor's image was replaced with an areal view. Quite a number of RVs and modified vans made their way down the winding switchback roads of the mountain side. Everyone who had the means to do so seemed to be running for their lives! "The Conflict has resolved that the settlement of Haplite belongs to District Ten. However, there are always those who attempt to cheat The Conflict; getting out of the area before the formal transition of power happens! We can see that now with many of the miners who originally created this co-op settlement abandoning the fruits of their labor in favor of returning to the District of their origin. Though after this failed venture it seems very unlikely that they will ever be able to secure any sort of capital to start over again!"

The view slowly tightened in on the town center as dozens of APCs rolled in and began disgorging both shock troops and civilian miners, engineers, and administrators. "District Ten has formally taken possession of Haplite now. As guaranteed by the Second Geneva Convention, those miners who remained in the area are entitled to shelter, clothing, food, and security for their families. District Ten has never been formally charged with violating these guarantees, but rumors do circulate!" The scene on the recording continues to play out as the Tens forces go door to door, taking a census of who remained in the settlement of Haplite. "It is a safe bet that the residents of Haplite will be seeing some very harsh labor in the mines that they previously helped to dig - performing the harshest and most dangerous jobs while the Tens overseers reap the profits!"

 

[MissLidia]

16 years later, most of the arena's hadn't seen much action since the last mining related conflict. Part of that was because of district 10's record, only producing the best of the best soldiers... the smaller disputes between 4 and 5 for example couldn't afford to waste numbers over something small. All districts had spend their years training, devellopping and making strategic moves until one day they snapped their preverbial trap...

But before it could come to that, district 10 caught a spy... a dark haired spy belonging to district 9 in their labs. 10 offered 9 the option to take responsibilities and execute their real human spy. But the district knew they could do no such thing, for doing so would mean they'd admit to the government sending spies, so they reluctantly had to accept the 'Conflict' issued by their nemesis.

16 years should have been enough for 10 to have lost those immense good soldiers, but due to gene technology and cloning, they'd only gotten better! Luckily, spies from all districts had been able to steal parts of the tech and equal part of the playing field...but 10 still seemed miles ahead as the richest district. A lucky break came when district 7 offered to help 9 out! While only a certain amount of participants were allowed per district, the much more militairy focussed district 7 was able to pitch in money and 'conveniently' move some of it's soldiers into the new district just before the list had to be compiled. This pissed 10's leaders off beyond comprehension as they swore to not only humiliate 9, but take over 7's entire army after they were done with it.

One drawback for district 9 was that their spy had automatically been registered as a participant...losing one valuable spot.

On shaky legs, Linda, the district 9 spy, made her way into the camp where she'd be trained the entire week before entering the arena. As she walked onto the unfamiliar soil she noticed a woman she'd seen on TV many years ago, a district 7 soldier called Barbie! She recalled her father and mother being very fond of her, though they never seemed to be on the same pace as to why...

 

[Sex... and Violence]

The bulldog of a drill sergeant scowled as he looked out over the female trainee class currently putting their faces in the mud doing push ups. Real honest to God humans mixed in with cloned cannon fodder and even a God-damned devil girl winged freak genetic mutation in their mix! The Conflict was getting weirder and weirder, and as it did so... It seemed impossible for the sour faced man to scowl any harder, but he did so as he looked up at the camera drones circling around the training camp. The weirder things got, the more people loved it! And so it had become even more of a public spectacle, from start to gruesome end! The showmanship was as much a part of it as the combat, and they needed to be ready for that....

Sgt. Wold shouted out to the trainee class as he walked among them. "Listen up, you soft-skinned, yellow-bellied, light-weights! Better folk than you have died in The Conflict, pissing themselves and begging like worthless cowards at the end! Dishonoring the good people of the District that they represent!" He sneered as he looked out at them, most of them very physically fit but far too inexperienced to stand up to the psychological horrors that The Conflict presented it's participants. "Hear me: I WILL HAVE NO DISGRACEFUL WEAKLINGS IN MY GRADUATING CLASS, do you understand me?!"

The veteran came to stand next to one of the trainees in particular - he understood that many of the cadets called her 'Turncoat'. He had not bothered to read into their histories in their files; after all, he was molding them into something new rather than worrying about what they were before! But he knew that she did not have the full trust of the others. He needed to push that - either to make them turn on her and eliminate her, or to push her until she proved herself to them!

"Your opponents in The Conflict are not fighting to defeat you! NO! That is not enough for them!" The drill sergeant brought his foot up and stomped it down on the young woman's back, smashing her down into the mud of the training ground. "They aim to DESTROY you!" His voice roared angrily as he ground his heel into her back. "To violate and dominate you in ways that mom and pop watching in their livingroom can understand!" He took his boot off of the cadet's back and bent down, grabbing a fistful of her hair which he used to haul her up onto her knees. "And tell me class:" The sergeant could not help but let the disdain that he felt for this newest batch of fighters drip into his voice. "What is the EASIEST WAY to degrade the public opinion of a Conflict combatant, and everything that they stand for?!" He looked out over the trainee class for a moment, still holding the cadet by her hair, before cupping his other hand to his ear theatrically. "I CAN'T HEAR YOU!!!"