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“Dear Hello Kittycat friend,
you've been chosen to participate in a new experience of the Hello Kittycat franchise.
This is a special offer, tailored just for you. There's no requirements, we know you're the right person for the job we're offering you.
Join us and become a member of our growing cat family and help spreading love and cuteness throughout the world.
Just visit us at the address you find at the bottom of this card. But don't wait too long, or else we will have to assume you're not such a big fan as we think you are!”

Upon opening the card, the little Hello Kittycat face at the bottom right corner had sprayed a special chemical drug into the air to make her more affectionate, but it had hardly been required.
Zoey's excitement had already peaked when she found the card in her mail. She read it on her bed, surrounded by dozens of Hello Kittycat plush figures, in all sizes, lots of default appearances as well as numerous Hello Kittycat figures in specific job outfits.
After reading the card three times, she turned to her plush friends with a broad smile, checked her clock and headed out. It was still early enough to get to the attached address.

At first she wasn't sure when she got closer to the address, the area was rather run down and not very appealing. But once she saw a friendly kitty face at one of the doors, she knew she was right.
Humming a cheerful tune she buzzed at the door and was instantly allowed inside.
After climbing a flight of stairs she entered a simple office, white walls, a window, a simple office desk with a computer and a closed wooden door leading out of it. And dozens of Hello Kittycat plush figures in two shelves as well as a almost man sized one on a sofa.
Zoey stared at them just for a second when she heard a faint bump from behind the wall.

“Hello? Hellooohoo?”
The young redhead nervously twirled a finger around one of her braids.
There was some shuffling behind the wall, then some clear steps, a clack and the door opened.
A man in his fifties, short brown hair and a nice suit with an Hello Kittycat patch on the left chest stepped out with a smile.
“Hi there! Zoey, right? I've been expecting you.”
“Yes, uhm, that's me. I got this card...” Zoey was confused for a moment, but the drug from the card showed it's effect. The man saw her dilated pupils.
“Perfect! Your timing couldn't be better. I've just finished interviewing another applicant. My name's Ed! Nice to meet you! How do you like my office? Would you like one of the plushes? You can pick one if you like. It's yours!”
Zoey blinked rapidly, then smiled broadly at the comment and immediately went to grab a Hello Kittycat plush dressed as soldier from a shelf.
“I like this one.” she said with her cheeks blushing.
“Little soldier, eh? Perfect, perfect. If you'd now follow me into the back room please? I know it said on the card that there's no requirements, but we have to make a simple and quick test to make sure everything's in order. Follow me.”
The girl nodded and followed the older man into the dimly lit back room. Several lockers filled one side of it, a mop leaning against them, and in the middle of the room was a single chair with a screen in front of it. A bright spotlight illuminated it.
“Wow, what is this?” Zoey asked with wide eyes.
“Oh, it's simple. Just sit on the chair and look at the screen. You'll see some images on it, and I'll monitor your reaction. We'll have your dream job determined within the Hello Kittycat family in no time.”
“Is it safe? It looks so strange.” the girl looked at Ed saucer-eyed.
“Perfectly! Just try not to blink too much, okay?”
Ed watched as the redhead, clutching to her plush, sat down and the sequence on the screen started. It only took a minute before the screen stopped flashing and the girl sank unconscious back into the chair.
Ed relaxed and slid the garotte he had previously taken out back into his jacket. This subject behaved perfectly.

“Cadets! Welcome to the Hello Kittycat group! My name's Roberta and next to me is Johanna.
You've been chosen based on your skills and recommendations, and are now part of the Hello Kittycat Task Force!”
Zoey felt like she just had snapped out of a daydream. In front of her stood two short women, one with short raven hair, the other with a blonde ponytail and glasses. The raven haired named Roberta was speaking again with a slight Italian accent.
“Look around you. These girls are your new sisters. You will all live together, train together, and serve together. Your life now belongs to the Master Kitty! And if you do well, you might get to meet the Master Kitty itself!”

Zoey blinked and noticed she held something in her hands and looked down. She held a huge beige and dark blue assault rifle in her hands. A sling was attached to it and hung over her shoulder. Suddenly it felt heavy.
She was wearing a light blue long sleeve shirt and a beige short sleeved shirt over it, with a wicked looking Hello Kittycat in a suit patch on her right sleeve. Her name “Zoey” was written on a small white patch over her left breast. Looking further down, she was wearing dark blue leggings and beige combat boots. Also a beige belt hung around her waist and attached to it and her right leg, a beige pistol holster. There was a gun in the holster as well!

Zoey couldn't remember how she got here or when she dressed up like this. Especially how she got those guns! But somehow it felt right to her.
Her view went to her left where she saw several other girls, all dressed the same as her, some taller, some a few years older, but all with the same slightly confused look on their faces.
The two women in front of her wore the same outfit, although instead of beige shirts they wore dark blue.
They were all standing in what looked like an underground barracks room, with beds and lockers all around them. Some Hello Kittycat posters hung on the walls, and on each bed sat a plush next to the pillow. Zoey spotted one wearing a soldiers uniform and felt like this was her bunk bed, although she wasn't sure why or how she knew it. Her attention went back to the other girls.
Immediately to her left stood a taller woman with an auburn braid over her shoulder and fierce green eyes. She looked down to Zoey, gave her a smile and extended a hand.
“Hi, I'm Chloe.”
For a moment, Zoey stared at her, then shook her hand. “I'm Zoey. Nice to meet you.”

Now the blonde girl with glasses, Johanna, was speaking. Roberta just nodded to her and left the room.
“Alright! You girls have time to get to know each other better in a bit! For now, eyes on me! You've all been issued with a FN SCAR assault rifle and a 9mm Glock pistol. Before we proceed any further, I want to go over the basics with you. I don't need any of you shooting one another!”

Roberta entered a command room. It looked rather run down, but it did it's job. After the last time failure they had to expand quickly and big to get back on track. This time, no secret infiltration.
The normal franchise production went on as usual, nothing bad to report on that end. But the secret branch with their micro chips and drugs that accompanied the normal franchise, produced at this secret facility now, had to spread quickly before any other organisations would get notice of their plans.
So the Master Kitty's orders had been clear.
Establish a base of operations. Recruit faithful people to guard it. Crank up the production of Hello Kittycat merchandise. Flood the world with it. Then take over the world. The usual.

“Roberta! How are you? And how are the new cadets doing?”
Ed stood next to a tall, dark haired woman. Grace, leader of this operation. He gave Roberta a kiss on both cheeks.
“Nice to meet you, Ed. They should do, although they appear rather dim-witted.”
“They better be.” Grace said. “We need some personal to guard this place, and we don't need people like you and me for it. We need someone who doesn't ask too many questions or demands money. This recruitment technique is perfect.”
Ed gave a slight bow. “Thank you Grace. I'm amazed what you can do these days with technology. Track the sales, pick out those customers fitting the required profile, study their social network activity and behaviour, make sure no one will miss them, give them the invitation and a little drug, some automated brainwashing by a series of fitting images, and done.”
“Well, they clearly fit the requirements we had. Although I was expecting one more on this group. What happened?” Roberta raised an eyebrow.
“Oh, you should read Ed's report on that. It's quite entertaining.”
Grace handed a folder to Roberta. She quickly read it.

“Subject Julia X had entered my office late afternoon. Brunette, early twenties, long straight hair. She held the invitation card in her hands. Was a little nervous.
I did the usual pep talk to lure her in. Drug seemed to be effective. Relaxed a lot once she picked up a plush wearing a police uniform. Told me about how the world needs to be more secure and loving for everyone.
Brought her to the chair. Everything's been fine up to this point. Started the projection.
Half-way through it, subject Julia screamed and jumped out of the chair. She seemed clearly confused and demanded an explanation why she was here and what I was doing. Apparently the subject was immune to the behavioural brainwashing through the monitor or something else had stopped it on her. She insisted on leaving and threw the plush at me, threatening to call the police.
I tried to calm her. Then slipped a garotte around her neck. She tried to scream and punch me but I had her good. Then the buzzer went off, indicating someone else was entering the office. I had to act quickly. Subject Julia was gurgling and gasping for air. I had to snap her neck. In the process her bladder emptied and she made a mess on the floor. I dragged her to one of the lockers and stuffed her inside. Then quickly moped up the puddle before greeting the next subject.
After the next screening, I went back to the locker. Fucked subject Julia long and hard. Both ways. Then I dumped her body a few streets away in a dumpster. Made sure she looked like a rape victim.
End of report on subject Julia X.”

Roberta looked up from the report and gave it back to Grace without a word. Her brown eyes stared at Ed.
“I think your report has some details missing which I think we should discuss. In private.”
Grace just grinned wickedly as Roberta left the room, pulling Ed after her.

A few weeks later at an unknown location.
Inside a dark room at the centre was a oval table, dimly lit. Around it several chairs, people sitting in them. Somewhere off a large screen showing the Hello Kittycat logo flickered off. Squeaking of chairs.
A man in his fifties stood up. His green eyes sparkled in the dim light as he took the word.
“Gentleman. Gentlebears.”
He nodded in general, then in the direction of a chair where a grey haired bear sat that looked more like a life-sized children's plush.
“I say it's time to strike. We have gathered enough intel on Hello Kittycat's new facility and we're certain that the Master Kitty itself is going to be there tomorrow. The Great Grey Bear wants this unwanted competitor out of the market rather now than later. The market's getting flooded with those Kittycat toys and children all over the world start to favour those evil things rather than the traditional teddy bear.
Gentlemen, you all have been called here because you the best on your fields. It's time you earn your money. Any questions?”

Some quick looks were exchanged across the five men who sat around the table. One of them leaned forward, a men in his thirties wearing a sharp, black suit.
“I just want to confirm something, Vern. All of us here, including you, are experts in infiltration and espionage. We certainly won't have too much trouble taking down the leadership of the operation, however as your intel showed, they're expanding their security daily. The Kittycat guard staff must be in the hundreds by now. We can't take all of them out ourselves without risk.”
The man who spoke before cleared his throat.
“Certainly, Mr. Quester. The Great Grey Bear will support the mission with loyal Bear Troops. There will also be a squad of Black Grizzly Bears to assist.”
“And what about the Osos Amorosos?” Carlos Quester asked.
Vern looked at the Great Grey Bear sitting at the head of the table. It shook his head very slightly.
“We don't know yet if they will get involved or not. Be prepared to proceed without them.
If there are no further questions, then I suggest all of you get packing. We'll strike at sunset!”

The sun was slowly sinking just above the tree line on the nearby forest surrounding the area the Kittycat facility was located at.
A 19 year old guard with short curly black hair named Alexandra was walking the grid fence around the compound. Like all the guards of Kittycat, she wore a light blue long sleeve shirt and a beige short sleeved shirt over it with the “Hello Kittycat” patch on her right sleeve, combined with dark blue leggings and beige combat boots.
Alexandra stopped her steps when she heard a snapping sound and some rustling of fence. She turned around towards the noise when two black gloved hands wrapped around her face. In one smooth move she was lifted off the ground and spun around. Her neck snapped violently, then the hands released her body again which slumped down on the ground like a sack of potatoes.
Vern pressed his hand on his earpiece and spoke with a hushed voice.
“Badger Den, this is Badger One. The infiltration has begun.”
Behind him four men, mostly clad in black fatigues, slipped through the split fence and ran off quietly in different directions.

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El comité se reunió junto a la piscina subdivisión para discutir la próxima barbacoa. La reunión estaba a punto de terminar, cuando el presidente Jones pidió a Karina morgan a informar sobre los avances en las tareas previamente asignadas a ella. Ella era de unos 35 años pero bien conservada tenia un sexy cuerpo pechugona era la fantasia de los chicos del club
"Bueno, eso te lo encargo Karina", dijo el presidente, "¿Ha pedido la carne para la barbacoa?"
Karina se puso de pie, su cuerpo esbelto, vestida con una minifalda entallada negra que mostraba sus sexy piernas y una blusa de estambre que transparentaba sus atributos y su cintura sexy haciendo una buena impresión en los demás miembros del comité. "Sí, señor Presidente, esta todo arreglado."

"Bien, bien, ¿cuánto me va a costar?"
"Va a ser gratis?, Tony."
"¿Cómo lo lograste?" intervino tesorero Smith. "Lo que nos has sacado?
Karina sonrió con picardía y se pasó las manos a lo largo de las suaves curvas de sus caderas. "Vamos a tener mucho cerdo."
Los miembros del comité se rieron. Karina siempre estaba lista con la broma. , Tony decidió seguirle el juego, "¿A dónde vamos a encontrar uno de esos?"
"Estoy como voluntaria", respondió Karina. Algo en su voz causó una gran preocupación en los cuatro hombres y dos mujeres que se sientan alrededor de la mesa. Pero se rieron de todos modos, no es tan cómoda como la primera vezkaryn"Por supuesto que lo hace mirar lo suficientemente bueno para comer, Karina," dijo Tony Jones con una sonrisa, "pero creo que nos gustaría algo más convencional en esta ocasión."
La respuesta de Karina era muy serio. "Esta es una oferta que no se repetirá. Si alguno de ustedes se están preguntando cómo lo iba a probar, es mejor que saltar en esta oportunidad, porque voy a estar muerta y podrida antes de la próxima fiesta de barrio."
La respuesta de la mesa era estruendosa. Todo el mundo trató de hablar a la vez, y tardó varios minutos para que el presidente de calmar a los demás hacia abajo. "¿Qué quiere decir con esto, Karina?" él dijo: "¿Hablas en serio?"
"Sí, Todos ustedes saben yo sólo he pasado por un divorcio, y la semana pasada Jim me gano la custodia de los dos niños y les acarreados hasta el sur de California. Mi vida es un desastre, y, francamente, yo no la tengo ambición de poner de nuevo juntos de nuevo Así que voy a cometer un suicidio - No intenten detenerme;. mi decisión está tomada en ese punto estoy dispuesto a esperar dos semanas para que la fiesta de la cuadra para que yo. puedo dar algo a cambio a todos mis amigos que tanto han hecho por mí. Pero si a su vez mi oferta no les agrada, me voy a morir esta noche ".
Todo el mundo se quedó en silencio en la mesa durante muchos minutos. Ellos sabían que no ayudaría a discutir con Karina; ella era una mujer que tomó una decisión y nunca cambió. Pero nadie estaba realmente cómodo con su extraña oferta. Presidente Jones prometió discutir el tema con todos los involucrados y para hacer una decisión final por una semana más tarde. Karina aceptó el compromiso, a pesar de que todo el mundo sabía que era sólo una técnica dilatoria. Todos los ojos de los cuatro hombres siguieron figura esbelta de Karina como ella salió de la habitación con dignidad infinita. Algunos de los hombres estaba en sí mismos preguntándose cómo seríar como para masticar en sus muslos suculentas, pero es una pena rápidamente tiró de nuevo a la realidad. Iba a ser una semana de duración.
Durante siete días, no se hablaba de otra cosa que Karina y su ultimátum inusual. Antes de la próxima reunión del comité, mucha gente de la zona, tanto hombres como mujeres, fueron llegando a la conclusión de que no eran los únicos que habían fantaseado acerca de tomar un bocado de Karina. Cuando la reunión finalmente llegó, una proporción bastante alta de la comisión y sus electores estaban dispuestos a darle una oportunidad.
La reunión se prolongó durante horas, y Karina se sentó con una sonrisa paciente a lo largo. Le encantaba la forma en que todos la miró con miradas inquisitivas furtivos. Antes de que todo había terminado, presidente, Tony Jones había renunciado a su cargo, y casi un tercio de los residentes de la zona se había comprometido a boicotear la fiesta en la calle. No obstante, los que permanecen estaban dispuestos a tomar Karina arriba en su oferta después de que habían rogado solemnemente su reconsidere. Ella se negó y felizmente se fue a casa a hacer los preparativos para la fiesta de la semana siguiente.
Domingo llegó rápidamente, y el día de fiesta de la cuadra de Karina estaba a la mano. Los hombres habían estado fuera avivar las brasas desde temprano en la mañana como si un cerdo había estado en el menú. Afortunadamente, los disidentes no sabían los planes de karina. Con un poco de suerte, nadie se preguntaría lo que estaba pasando en el jardín trasero de Bob Kelley esa tarde.
Antes de llegar a su destino final el presidente y los otros cuatro hombres visitaron a Karina por petición de ella al llegar ellos ella estaba vestida provocativamente como acostumbraba en el club tendida sobre la mesaÂ
Chicos no se animan un último polvo antes de morir en el asador?
Sin dudarlo se le fueron encima el presidente del club destapo sus senos los empezó a estrujar ella se excito más cuando abrieron sus piernas la empezaron a manosear ella lo disfrutaba como la manoseaban el presidente abrió sus piernas le saco su pantimedia la penetro de un jalon ella gimio de placer y dolor sentía como la follaba hasta el fondo y terminaba dentro de ella ella gimio de placer asi los cuatro hombres se turnaron para violarla ella lo disfruto al terminar estaba exhausta y feliz por que tuvo el ultimo placer antes de morir se baño se arreglo mientras la esperaban ella estaba lista con su mas provocadora ropa entallada la llevaron a su destino final
Karina llegó con el aire de una reina y en silencio se desnudó para el público sin palabras. Varias personas dijeron amables palabras que ella y más de uno le rogó a la parte posterior, pero ella continuó el presidente del club solo pedia un pago de Karina su cabeza como trofeo para el club ella acepto
Alguien había puesto el polo barbacoa durante un par de troncos para que descansaba cerca de la mitad de un pie del suelo. Karina se sentó a horcajadas el poste y se posó sobre sus manos y rodillas. Ella hizo una mueca cuando se presiona contra su vientre y el pecho el frío acero. Ella preguntó a alguien para atar su cintura al polo, y ella fue obedecida. Después de unos minutos, las muñecas y los tobillos también estaban atados al poste. Alguien sacó un estabilizador, y el pequeño pico se atornilla al polo barbacoa entre las rodillas de Karina y su extremo insertado en el culo para evitar que se resbale la maquina empujo la punta a través del cuerpo de ella atravesó la vagina sentía como atravesaba por su utero y luego por el vientre hasta que sintió cuando la punta estaba en su garganta ella lo soportaba hasta que la punta la atravesó por completo y quedo empalada aun viva
Varios de los hombres más fuertes recogidos Karina y su polo y la llevó hacia el hoyo de la barbacoa. La colocaron sobre las brasas, y el intenso calor superaron sus sentidos brevemente. Después de que ella se había acostumbrado a aquel infierno, Karina reanudó dirigiendo su propia desaparición. Ella instruyó a sus amigas en bikini para activar continuamente el mango en su saliva para que ella se asara en forma pareja. Ella ordenó a varios hombres para hilvanar su cuerpo entero con salsa barbacoa, e incluso les dio consejos sobre qué tipo de cuchillos para usar en qué partes de su cuerpo. Todos coincidieron en que los dos mejores adjetivos para describir Karina eran preciosa y extraña.
Ella duró mucho tiempo allí en el pozo de fuego crepitante. En el momento de su muerte, el cuerpo de Karina era una sombra deliciosa de color dorado. Bob puso un tenedor cocina en su grupa asado y provocó un leve chirrido de ella justo antes de que ella expirara. El invitado de honor se había marchado, pero el partido estaba más que empezar.
Cuando Karina se parecía más a una buena comida que una hermosa mujer, ella fue retirada de los carbones y su cuerpo humeante colocado sobre una mesa de picnic. Russ Jenkins, el carnicero local, hizo todo lo posible para tallar su respeto. Pronto ella estaba por todo el patio en las placas de todos.
Entonces una cosa inusual sucedió. Nadie quería dar el primer bocado. Todos se sentaron alrededor de mirar el uno al otro como halcones como si sospecharan que sus amigos habían intentado envenenarlos a ellos. Al final era Todd Baker, que se zambulló en su parte del muslo izquierdo de Karina con fruición. Parecía que estaba disfrutando de la comida, así que todo el mundo empezó a comer en un momento de alivio.
Había un montón de carne para todos, pero el grupo le gusta tanto que estaban clamando por segundo y luego tercios todos sus amigos Karina bromeaba en algo tenia razón era muy deliciosa. Como negarnos a darle el gusto ¿verdad presidente? Tienen razón chicos es la mejor carne que hayamos probado la fiesta continuo
A las pocas horas de su fallecimiento, todo excepto los huesos de Karina fue con seguridad dentro de los estómagos de sus amigos del club
Cuando todo estaba dicho y hecho, se reconoce universalmente que un tercer adjetivo apropiado para Karina estaba deliciosa.

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I'm new to this community and this is my first blog post. 

I wante to test the waters by talking about my biggest fetish: It's actually kind of a "meta fetish", because my fetish involve girls that get off on watching (fake) snuff porn, or who get excited on erotic executions or even death torture. 

To me there's nothing more erotic than a girl getting wet while watching another girl getting killed. 

I love to do photo manips (photoshop) with all sorts of dark and twisted captions. Most of them very extreme. If you like stuff like that, please give me some feedback so I know it's woth the time posting my manips/captions here. Subscribe to this blog if you're into this kind of stuff.

If you're female and my posts turn you on, please let me know. Exchanging likeminded fantasies with guys is ok, too.

From time to time, I post strawpolls, where you can vote your opinion and see the results. 

Here's my first poll for today:

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In a town where Dolcett customs where trade in human flesh woman had become legal cook any woman of 18 or more each year a festival of flesh where the best cuts of pork beef offered was organized recently it had authorized the marketing of female flesh.Mariana Carvantes  was one of the most sexy and beautiful girls in town who liked to dress very sexy and provocative mini skirts and fitted blouses that betrayed her generous cleavage was 19 even that was poor family helped them to work to help his family.altThat year the festival would be meat company most important meat in the region would be there to Mariana had followed and observed the meat was perfect for the exhibition seek to convince any price for cooking.A Mariana late home from school knocked on his door were the representatives of the companyGood afternoon Miss we can talk to you? Clear
Well know that soon will be the big winner of the flesh and we really liked you to be known as the meat is legal Dolcett
She was surprised how! Yes we would cook for our exhibition Mariana was surprised since he was 15 was a fantasy the Dolcett drawings he had seen and now wanted to eatAlso, if accepted we assure pay a good sum of money to your family and help you showed him a check for U$ 2 million more than enough to support her family and she was tempted to doubt the time
May I thinking? Clear in two days he communicates his decision withdrew it much thought during the two daysIt was presented to the meat company waited 2 representatives
Miss What decision take? She replied firmly is well accepted his offer excellent Miss Mariana was the best decision your family will thank you now sign this form
What is this? A form where Dolcett agree that die and be cooked by his will can choose as she wishes to die I saw the ways of being cooked chose to be slaughtered and cooked in the oven gutted it full all the way gave him instructionsMiss Mariana dressed now and this coming Saturday at 9:00 am she came in a white mini skirt and a crop top that revealed her breast
In a few hours we will go home to leave money
In his house Mariana touched the door and received his father gave him the money because he knew the money Mariana daddy told the truth know her smilingIf you're a good daughter girl
The next day Mariana awoke nervous but excited her big day was fulfilling his fantasy were to die for it in a company car in the festival and the curtain was ready she was ready.alt
Ladies and gentlemen, our sensuous display today Mariana went with her miniskirt and a low-cut blouse and smiling undress Miss Butcher appeared now she obeyed took off her blouse and miniskirt thong and spread on the table the butcher took a cloth with chloroform told good girl die quickly without pain she just said thank you took the cloth put him in the nose breath slowly Mariana substance to fall asleep
Opening her legs and spreading her thighs gently grabbed a handful of moist filling. Keeping open the entrance to her vagina with the fingers of his left hand, pushed a bread dough seasoned, garlic and spicesHe took a sharp knife and glanced pink and tan body Mariana
Support the knife into the base of the sternum of Mariana, and with moderate pressure, push the blade into the center of his abdomen, slowly cut your skin. The blade pierced her soft flesh easily, leaving behind two wings of pink-red meat. To leave open his belly fully hear the butcher's heart was not beating Mariana had killed quickly and painlessly.I reached the end of her belly dropped the knife and put his fingers into the long incision. Meat gently separated, revealing the tightly coiled mass of internal organs. By introducing even more his hands, he grabbed a handful of gut and threw his body outside. They slipped on the metal tray with a damp "plaff". Working with experienced skill completely emptied the abdomen MarianaLa crowd was impressed as this girl was being prepared
Filled the void Mariana abdomen filled with potatoes, carrots and spices. When the last bunch was inside her belly began to sew the edges of the long incision. Push the needle through the curved meat closing Mariana bellyThey hoisted the body of Mariana and laid in the black metal and hot pot. Potatoes and onions around her, pushing his body headlong into the furnace separating his head through a hole to keep it intact during cooking. The butcher opened the oven doors and sprayed his tanned flesh with butter and barbecue sauce. When he closed the door again and heat the oven turned his skin into a bubbling area burned bright red
After having been cooking for about an hour and a half he opened the heavy metal door brick oven and pulled the elongated metal pan. The aroma of roast smell woman full of these. Your skin, perfectly tanned just right, had a strong golden yellow color.alt
They put it on your back. Potatoes, onions and spices were also good and Mariana roast smelled delicious! His father had seen it all came over and asked to try a breast of Mariana exclaimed mmm tastes delicious.alt
The butcher cut without hesitation every Mariana sold all paid for a good piece of flesh from it all proved a bit of meat on bones Mariana to leave your head would be a beautiful trophy on the wall of the owner of the company was a success Mariana meat cooking authorized annually girls of 18 or more as Mariana for tasting meat lovers at the festival.
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One was the most loyal of people for Sapphire The Queen of vast lands and conquered islands The West South and North had all fallen to her army's the last Island the East the only true stronghold for the Tribes and where the most part of this war had taken place the armys had clashed on many fronts and lines constantly changing

Sapphire was sat once more in her chambers as she often did brooding her mood was easily seen by the outside and what the weather was doing snow meant she was calm but raging thunder and lighting there was often anger her wraith was often found out many of the guards stood terrified her rage may come across to them as they stood protecting someone who could just as easily kill them but not for Sapphires mood there was another problem with being a guard in the fortress grounds One or Shadow Of One as her reputation had been Sapphires Personal assassin and guardian the most deadly with her wrist blades similar to Amber and sword she had stolen from a fallen Batak general she liked it enough to take it after all the Batak did say to her you can have it when you pry it from my dead hands and One of course obliged She was skilled in fighting with out a doubt and often terrified the Guards and Amber Sapphire did not seem to mind or care what One did really and often laughed when Vashala would speak saying what she had done mindless games Vashala would often spit out
One was sat outside on a run down ruin outside the fortress where Sapphire was able to Shadow Jump a talent very few could even consider mastering able to use the Shadows as a personal way of getting around faster able to respond to Sapphire at any time with ease One liked it for now it was quiet she hadn't been sent on any missions recently but that did not seem to bother her humming to herself before stopping I know you are there she said clenching her fist and what do I owe the visit from you...alt

You would best watch your tone with me One you maybe be Sapphires little pet but with me You are nothing but a idea or a shadow as you so rightly call yourself!
Fine One said slightly bowing And what does the almighty Goddess of Chaos need of me? better Chaos said stepping into view still in that Siege Breaker amour I see one scoffed its to slow for me
Well yes for you but for someone like me its wonderful! but enough I am in need of a certain set of skills and your mistress suggested you why not send one of you're demoness to do it then Oh believe me I would do but this job needs someone who is able to shadow jump and be able to hold there own against Tribe filth I'm listing One smiled good Chaos frowned One found herself In Sapphires Chambers along with Chaos Amber who was idly staring at something Jumped on seeing them appear
Boo! One winked at Amber who just started mumbling something while walking out of the Chamber Chaos laughed I see you found her then Sapphire said hanging around the ruins again no doubt indeed she was Chaos said what is it you wish me to do Mistress one said looking at Sapphire in this case I need you to follow Chaos's wishes as it is of some importance
Chaos nodded I would send the council members but they would not be able to travel there in time and I feel the clock is ticking There on the East Island is a temple that was dedicated to me and my powers the tribes are nearing discovering it and when they do they will surely wish to destroy it and the contents inside! One nodded so stop anyone entering the temple easy enough she smirked Far from Easy if it was that I would of sent Sky or Vashala! or one of my many minions
Inside the temple is a necklace of some power that was used by the high priests of Chaos some of my power comes from that if falls into the hands of that bitch the goddess of war some of my power will surely weaken and I cannot be at half strength anything I have worked towards will fail So It is of Importance you get me that Necklace and bring it back here! sure I can step in and out in no time oh that is the other thing Chaos said The necklace is powerful but with it in your possession you will be unable to step anywhere and will have to make it back here Is that why you can't touch it One Said Agent ruling says that no goddess can touch any artefact under her name its why brining it here for safe keeping is down to you
Sapphire nodded I am aware you can do this you are more than able for this job you will be rewarded if you do Chaos smiled greatly I will do this for Sapphire and you then One said Wonderful Chaos said now You cannot step into the Temple you will have to appear outside of it the location is just west of the Fortress that was recently taken appearing there and moving on from there the Officer in that place has been.. told about your coming time is growing short iv'e been told they have sent a force to the Temple no doubt that goddess of war has informed them standing One nodded ill be back soon she said jumping into a dark part of the room I hope she is as good as you say Sapphire for your sake
Moments later one Emerged from a tower of a fortress leaving a very confused sentry slightly shocked and amazed that One just seemly stepped out of nothing Get out of my way One snapped passing past the woman It was clear something was going on as the walls had a lot of archers on it You What's going on One said to a Officer who was keeling down behind the wall get down she said not looking at who had asked her 

Oh please archers how cute One smirked she didn't even flinch when a Archer beside her was hit and sent screaming over the side of the wall I see the tribes are attacking the officer finally looked Oh thank the Queen you are here I am here on another matter One said but this fortress needs to remain under our control I need to get out to the forest to the West One said at once it is of vital importance well there only shooting at us from the forest at the moment but I am sure you are more than a match for them One smiled as another Arrow flew past her where is the officer in charge of the fortress down there the woman pointed looking over the side she saw a officer laying dead below the wall


bah One frowned Looks like you are in charge then I suppose so the officer said still kneeling down now she is not Sky said landing next to One Oh joy its a Ex Tribe Quite Sky snapped You have a job to do for our mistress do you not? I have been sent to make sure this fortress and its... forces Sky frowned at the officer do not fall


you do that One said I need to get out there Sky turned how many tribes are hiding in the Forest they showed up a few hours after we where able to take the fortress many of the pushers and other things we used where still outside and had not been dismantled so there using them as Cover or against us well there is your cover One Sky said  I will cover you from up here along with the remaining forces we have Siege Breakers down there the officer said but they where to be used for something else? the officer said I am not sure the previous officer said what they where to be used for before she died

I am in charge now Sky said and I have been told what there to be used for so pay no mind to them the tribes retaliation can be met with force and while that is taking place One you can continue with your mission Great plan one said in a  sarcastic tone just try not to lose the fortress while I am gone she said stepping down the ramparts towards the gate leaving Sky and the officer and archers up there
she may mock me sky frowned but I will not let my Queen down by losing this fortress and neither will you Yes now Ready yourself and forces we strike soon....
A few moments had passed and One was standing by the gatehouse looking around the corner to the outside there where still bodies of tribe defenders left over from the previous battle of the fortress the women down below at the gatehouse where also peering around making no effort to remove the bodies they had seen One and where looking at one another  Open the gate oncealt
Sky commands you to One said getting ready to move Right away a woman said calling up the the gatehouse The gate opened slowly One now waiting for the right moment unaware of how many tribes would be waiting outside a small force of elite and skirmishers had made there way down to the gate and charged out One saw her chance sure enough the Tribes started shooting and fighting with the forces that had left the gatehouse running fast West One headed to the woodland laughing as Arrows thundered behind her she could hear the sounds of the battle going on hoping that she would return to find the Queens forces still had control of the fortress Where the temple was by Chaos's instructions she made he way down a old forgotten path without the use the place had overgrown but recent activity had made the path a lot more visabul Could she of been to late? just ahead of her she could see the entrance to a building that was run down unfortanilty South Tribes where standing outside of it
They had not seen One most of them where busy with there backs turned talking probably trying to work out how to get inside the temple
We where told to wait outside while the others ventured into the temple depths lets just hope the battle is a victory for us a red haired office spoke I hope they hurry up this place is horrible another one said scoffing at the sight suddenly the officer said Shh can you hear laughing? they all stood listing for the laughing sure enough there was slight chuckling they all turned around spears at the ready Look there a red haired girl pointed there on the pathway was One now crouched down her back turned to them is that a Queen solider? they asked as they carefully approached why is she laughing Turn around slowly and you will be spared is that a fact? One said standing still why should I surrender to the likes of you There are more of us and we will spare your life Such a shame One replied I wont be so kind to you Turning around weapon now drawn One's wrist blade was very effective the Tribe women had no chance
alt The last Red haired woman now left What are you how can One person beat us she said crawling away from One Help!! she called out No one is coming to help you bitch One said stepping over her sisters I am going to kill you Its been a while since I have killed a south tribe I forgot how weak and pathetic they are! begging for life Beg all you like but No one is coming those in that temple are not coming out again and as for you.. HAH
Spare me the red haired said again But One had already cut the girls throat the girl slumped down gurgling and soon the sound of the distant battle still could be heard One looked towards the temple entrance before hearing a Voice of Chaos in her head Make haste NO ONE is to leave that temple alive! They will regret going in there One Smiled
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Starship Trooperoulette

It was the 23rd century and mankind was already colonising planets in other galaxies. During the colonisation another intelligent life form was discovered, big arachnoid's that looked like a mix between spiders and crabs up to 3 meters tall.
The Bugs, as they got called, appeared to be extremely hostile and once humans came too close to their planet they started to attack. Their technology couldn't match those of the humans, however due to their build a single Bug could take out ten men alone using it's massive size and sharp beaks and claws. And variations of the Bugs, creatures looking like scorpions, even had the ability to shoot glowing acid balls into outer space that melted through men and steel alike.

It was the first encounter with the Bugs that had cost the Federation first dozens of soldiers who got massacred on the ground while exploring the planet. Second had been two giant spaceships orbiting the planet and thousands of people on-board, as the Bugs shot them with their artillery from the planets surface.
The Federation marked the planet as hostile territory and it was classified as never to return there. Until four years ago, when Bugs started to appear on one of the colonised planets and massacred the entire population, mainly consisting of farmers.
It began the war with the Bugs. Since then they appeared on numerous colonised planets, neutral and military alike, causing chaos and destruction. Federation intelligence tried to figure out how the Bugs operate and it was assumed they had a Queen Bug, like with a queen bee in a hive.
Since then the Federation had increased it's recruitment program, recruiting everyone from old to young to fight in the war against the Bugs.
The goal was to push their expanding borders back and reach their original planet again, to find and terminate the supposed Queen Bug…

The Present
The year is 2345. The three friends Julia, Zoey and Ester had just finished high school together and where walking across a fair. News about an attack from the Bugs directly on Earth a few days ago was still all over the news and the Federation announced an all out attack on the home planet of the Bugs.
While the friends walked across the fair, a billboard behind them announced that everyone could join the Mobile Infantry and help the Federation in it's war against the Bugs, claiming the final attack to end this war was close.
They stopped and Julia, a French brunette with long hair, looked at Zoey.
“Zoey, honey, there is something I have to tell you.”
The redhead Zoey stopped and looked confused while Ester grinned slightly.
“What? Did I miss something?”
Julia touched Zoey's shoulder, turned slightly and pointed at the billboard with the other hand.
“I've enlisted with the Federation. They came to me! They said given my grades I would have a great future, piloting and maybe even commanding one of the Federation spaceships!”
Zoey's yaw dropped.
“I'm sorry chéri, I should have told you sooner, but I only know it myself since yesterday when they knocked on my door. And I also have to leave tomorrow already. But I feel it's the right thing to do.”
Zoey was stunned.
“But… But, I thought we would go and work for the company of my uncle together. He already arranged everything for us! Ester! Did you know about this already?”
Ester grinned more.
“Well, yes. She told me earlier today, because as you both know, I enlisted a while ago already.”
“I can't believe it! And what about us? Julia, we wanted to rent a flat together!”
Zoey bristled with anger, but Julia just looked at her, her eyes a mix of sorrow and happiness.
“How about you just come with us? Come with us tomorrow and we all sign up to join the Federation. Then we can explore Space together and help end the Bug invasion.”
“I… I don't know. Do you really think? I'm not a fighter like Ester.”
Ester still grinned and slapped Zoey playfully on her shoulder. She was almost as short as Zoey, had short black hair and her body looked well toned.
“Look over there, there's the tent of a Seer. Why don't we pop in there and you ask, how your future with the Federation would look like. You know they even employ Seers in the Federation by now.”
Zoey's face lightened up a bit.
“Okay, I will ask. But if she tells me that I'll be dead on my first mission, you can both do whatever you want, I will stay here!”
Ester and Julia nodded and pushed Zoey inside the tent and waited outside.

The interior of the tent was pretty gloomy, dark rugs with all sorts of golden symbols embroidered on them hang from the ceiling and covered the floor. There was only a small table in the middle of the room with a bowl and a glass ball inside, and two cushions on either side of the table.
On the far one an older woman with long white hair sat cross-legged. She smiled faintly at Zoey.
“Come in child and sit down. My name is Val, and yours is Zoey. What can I do for you?”
Zoey gasped and slowly sat down on the free cushion.
“How do you know my name?”
“Well, I'm a Seer, my child. Guessing people's names is the easiest thing.”
Zoey nodded. Although she wasn't happy to be called 'child', being 20 years old. But then again that woman could've been her grandmother she thought.
“I wish to know my future with the Federation. Would it be a bad idea for me to sign up?”
Val leaned slightly forward and closed her eyes, humming softly.
“Give me your hands.”
She took both of Zoey's hands in hers and twisted them back and forth, muttering softly.
“Yes… yes, I can see you… wearing a Federation Trooper's uniform. Hmmm… yes. Yes, you will be well known. Ohh… yes, you will be seen and known by millions of people. They will all get to know your name… Zoey…”
She went silent for a moment and mumbled to herself before she continued.
“But… I must warn you Zoey… there will be obstacles in your way. You will have to make sacrifices… but you must overcome them and be strong. Don't leave out any chances, for you must build your own path… don't be afraid. Face the challenges when they seem to take you forward. No matter what they are, you have to succeed. Then your time with the Federation will be well rewarded…”

As Val slowly opened her eyes again, she saw the girl sitting across her beaming with delight.
Zoey jumped on her feet.
“Thank you Madam Val. I know what I have to do now. Sign up with the Mobile Infantry! Watch out world, you will all know me soon!”
She turned around on her heels and strutted towards the tent entrance but stopped as she heard a loud cough behind her.
“I might be a Seer, but I also need to make a living. That'll be twenty dollars my dear.”
Zoey blushed and handed her the money before she went back outside the tent.

“Mon chéri, what happened to you? You look like she just told you that you will win the lottery!”
Zoey grinned at her friends.
“I have decided my friends, and I will come with you tomorrow to sign myself up. I'll join the Mobile Infantry and will do my share to get rid of those Bugs!”

The next day at the local Federation recruitment building the friends Ester, Julia and Zoey stood in line with hundreds of men and women, waiting to sign up to do their duty.
When they got to the recruitment desk an older man in Federation parade uniform looked up to them. The name tag on his counter said “Lt. Ed”.
“Next! What can I do for you?”
Julia stepped forward and did a sloppy salute.
“Ensign Julia reporting. I'm here to catch my flight for the pilot academy.”
Ed rolled his eyes and grunted.
“I need a little bit more than. Flight School, alright, what's your last name?”
“X. My name is Julia X.”
Ed tapped some keys on his keyboard.
“Good, I got you. I hope you make a better pilot than you do your time management. Your flight leaves in ten, so you better hurry up. Gate 5. Next!”
Julia stepped aside and ignored the time. She wanted to see her friends sign up as well.

Ester stepped forward and gave Ed a sharp salute.
“Ester Cat, Mobile Infantry, reporting for transport, Sir!”
Ed smirked and saluted her back and tapped some keys.
“Mobile Infantry, very good. We're the true heroes of this war, Trooper. Fighting eye to eye with those Bugs. Your squad will be regiment 632, Sergeant Fawn Lee. Your flight leaves at Gate 3. Good luck trooper. Next!”

Zoey stepped forward and looked over the counter at the man with the short brown hair that started to turn grey.
“My name's Zoey Chester, Sir. I'd like to sign up with the Mobile Infantry, like my friend.”
Ed looked at her and smiled.
“No problem Miss, just give me your ID and we'll have you signed up in no time.”
Zoey handed Ed her ID and waited while he worked on the keyboard.
A couple minutes later he looked back up.
“Okay Trooper, you're signed up. Regiment 674, Sergeant Jaegger. Your flight also leaves at Gate 3.”
It took a moment for Zoey to process the information.
“Wait, I'm not in the same group as Ester?”
“No, the computer assigned you to this group. Is that a problem Trooper?”
“No, yes. I mean, I would like to be in the same group as my friend… Can't you do anything about it?”
Ed leaned back in his chair and sighed.
“Look Trooper, we have a war to fight. If everyone wanted their special wishes addressed then the Bugs would've already overrun us!”
Then he sighed again as he saw the girl with the red braids in front of him looking sad.
“But maybe I can do something… if you're ready to do your duty right here.”
Zoey looked confused to her friends. Julia looked confused back but Ester just winked at her and nodded. Zoey turned back to Ed.
“Yes Sir, what do I…”
Ed rolled a little back with his chair, revealing his full body behind the counter. He pulled the legs of his suit up a bit, revealing artificial legs.
“While fighting the Bugs one of them snatched my legs. But I can assure you, everything else between those legs is still working just fine. It just needs some oiling from time to time.”
He stared at Zoey and waited.

Zoey turned to her friends again and blushed deeply. Ester tried to hide a chuckle behind her hand while Julia gestured with her finger in her mouth.
Slowly Zoey turned back again to Ed, who was still waiting. She walked around his desk then knelt under it and slowly opened his fly as Ed rolled forward again in his chair, trapping Zoey under his desk.
He sighed as he felt the girl taking his slowly hardening cock in her hands, and then between her lips.
Then the speakers in the hall went live.
“Last call for flight at Gate 5, leaving for the Flight Academy. Last call for flight at Gate 5!”
Julia twitched and gave Ester a hug. Then she blew a kiss towards Ed.
“I have to run, good bye chéri, I'll miss you!”
Zoey heard her, but she couldn't answer while sucking on Ed's cock. Ester continued to chuckle as Ed just handled the next recruit standing in front of him, calling 'Next' like nothing would happen.

He handled two more recruits until he gestured the third to wait, rolled his eyes back and let out a groan. Then he reached below his desk, something zipped and he slowly rolled back in his chair.
Zoey crawled out under it, a little bit of cum dripping from her lips.
She stood a little dazed beside Lt. Ed who punched a few keys on his keyboard, then turned to her.
“Good job, Trooper. Your regiment now is 632, Sergeant Fawn Lee. Gate 3. Good luck fighting the Bugs!”
Then he just turned back to his screen and shouted 'Next'.

Zoey slowly walked back to Ester who continued to laugh and slapped Zoey hard on her back as they went on towards Gate 3.

At the Academy Zoey and Ester met their new comrades, an all female squad. Except for one tall man named Sonny, who turned out to be a trans man. He looked like a man, muscular build and good looking, but still had been a woman.
During a hand-to-hand combat training class, the squad instructor Sergeant Fawn Lee, a small Asian woman with a black ponytail, fought everyone of her recruits herself and defeated every one of them, except Sonny.
This got everyone to respect him and soon it was clear that he became the Squad Leader, who directly reported to their instructor, Fawn Lee.

But not everyone was happy with Sonny as their group leader.
A few days into training the squad had to split into two groups and charge against each other with stun rifles. The Asian Trooper Theodora was in the opposite team and she wanted to become Squad Leader.
During the match she sneaked on top of a vantage point and took aim for Sonny, planning to take him out and then lead her team to victory. But Yzzy, a clear follower of Sonny, saw Theodora's sniper attempt and with a loud scream she charged against Theodora.
As she tackled into her, both girls fell down several meters off the vantage point and the tumbling ball of two troopers crashed with loud screams on the ground below.

The training was interrupted, but the medics could only diagnose the death of both troopers. Theodora had landed on Yzzy in a 69 position, both girls had their faces buried in the other girls crotch. Yzzy broke her back while Theodora broke her neck on the landing, and despite the shock of their deaths to everyone's amusement Theodora dripped wet on Yzzy's face when they got separated.

It was the last day of the only two week training before the squad was about to embark on their mission towards the Bug home planet.
During a group shower, Sonny entered the stall with a strap-on cock stripped around his waist and walked in the middle of the room while steaming hot shower water washed over his comrades all around him.
“Can I get everyone's attention please? I know that the recent death of Yzzy and Theodora made everyone wary, but I can assure you. I as your Squad Leader will lead you in the battle against the Bugs, and we will face the Queen Bug! As my prophesy told me! So who is with me?”
The room echoed with 'Hooaahh' as the troopers around Sonny shouted in union.
Then it went silent in an instant as Sonny dropped the soap on the floor. Only the sound of the water splashing on the girls could be heard.
Zoey sent out a silent prayer that it wouldn't be her to pick up the soap. She knew the Seer had said she would have to overcome obstacles but not this…

Suddenly a girl was pushed forward, with an auburn pixie haircut. She fell on her knees right in front of Sonny. Chloe looked up to Sonny, gulped and slowly picked up the soap. Sonny quickly grabbed her arm and shoved her back against the wall, then directly plunged his strap-on into her.
Chloe moaned as Sonny banged into her again and again, and everyone kept watching, getting randy themselves.
Eventually Chloe came in a shuddering orgasm. Sonny pulled out of her and she collapsed on the floor of the showers, the water continuing to splash down on her from above.
But it wasn't over yet.

Later that evening the troopers were in their barracks, most of them running around only wearing panties and tank-tops, preparing for their journey the next day. Some cuddled together in their bunk, some silently praying, others lively chatting.
Zoey was in her bunk, staring at her little notebook. The screen flashed and showed Julia's face who was aboard a spaceship. Zoey smiled as she saw Julia dressed in a Federation Pilot dress uniform.
“Hello, it's good to see you!”
“Hello chéri. Are you doing okay?”
“I'm good, except that we're going bug hunting tomorrow. I'm not as convinced anymore that this was a good idea.”
“Don't worry, I'm sure you will do your best and will be victorious… Zoey, there is something I have to tell you.”
“Of course I will do my best! But how about you? I bet you are already commanding one of the big spaceships! Will do command our ship tomorrow for the Bug planet? That would be awesome!”
“See, this is one thing I wanted to talk to you about, I've piloted a ship and...”
Julia saw a shadow approach behind Zoey. A man with short brown hair and playful sparking black eyes came up behind her, grabbed her by her shoulders and dragged her out of her bed. On second glance Julia noticed that it wasn't a man, but a manly looking woman with a strap-on cock. She heard several other troopers yell and cheer as the man forced Zoey down on all four and plunged into her, taking her doggy-style.
Julia watched, heard the cheering now mixed with intense moans, and her own hand slid under her uniform skirt. Just in time as a real man appeared in her room behind her, leaned down next to her and planted a kiss on her cheek.
“Wow, what are you watching there honey?”
“That's Zoey, I told you about her...”
The man next to her chuckled.
“It looks like quite a party.”
Then a face appeared close up on the screen. It was Ester who grinned wickedly.
“Hi Julia! Bye Julia!”
Esters face disappeared again and in view came an exposed crotch with a finger slipping in and out of her pussy. A few seconds later she came and squirted right on the camera, blurring the whole image.
Julia took a deep breath, disconnected the video session and turned to the man.
“Maybe we can have a party of our own…?”

The next day Zoey and the other members of her team embarked on the landing shuttle that brought them to the Bug's home planets surface. The shuttle was filled with female troopers only, except two man who sat down across Zoey. They also wore trooper combat armour, but one of them had a hand microphone and the other, a man in his fifties with stunning green eyes and short grey hair, shouldered a video camera.
The man noticed the little redhead staring at him.
“Hey there, trooper. I'm Vern.”
Zoey blinked for a second then smiled.
“Hello! I'm Zoey! What are you doing here?”
“What does it look like to you? We're here to record your landing and attack on the Queen Bug's lair. It's even going to be streamed live! Isn't that nuts? But Command said it would be the best propaganda to show the raw fight and the uncut victory of your mission. Live to millions at home watching!”
“Woooaahh… so you will film our attack?”
“I guess so. But mostly I will be filming Mike over here.”
He pointed at the man next to him with the microphone, who gave Zoey a sloppy two finger salute.
Zoey saluted him back properly and turned to Vern again, her mind racing.
Could this be her chance? The Seer had said she'd become known to millions of people. And this man could do a live broadcast of her heroic fight against the Bugs!
“Say Mr. Vern… is there a chance you could point that camera on me?”
Zoey ogled at him.
“Well, uhm...”
Vern was interrupted by the shuttles speaker coming to life.
“This is your shuttle captain Julia speaking. We're making our descend to the Bug planet, please make sure you're sitting and are strapped in for the entry. Thank you!”
Zoey looked at the speaker, then at Ester.
Ester shrugged and looked at the shuttle cabin door.
“It sounded like our Julia to me.”
“I have to check!”
Zoey jumped to her feet and approached the cabin door. She took a deep breath and stepped into the small cabin.

“Hey, no one allowed in here! Wait… Zoey?”
Julia stared at the trooper standing in the door.
“Hello! It's me!”
Zoey looked puzzled at the brunette girl, wearing a normal Federate Pilot uniform. Then she rushed forward and kissed her on the lips, but Julia didn't quite reply.
“Julia… what are you doing here? I thought you would be up there, commanding the spaceship?”
“I wanted to chéri, but I made a mistake. Crashed a ship slightly into a space station… they said I wouldn't be allowed a second chance for quite a while.”
“I'm so sorry to hear that! I really believed you would be perfect as Captain! I still do!”
Someone cleared his throat behind Zoey, who turned around and looked at a handsome young man, also dressed as Federate Pilot.
Julia took the word again.
“I'm sorry, where are my manners. Zoey, this is Lewis. He's my boyfriend.”
Zoey's jaw dropped.
“Wait, he's your what? I thought I am your...”
Lewis chuckled.
“I'm her boyfriend. The one who's been shagging her for the last few weeks. And now you better get back there, Trooper. We have a planet to land on. Julia, prepare for landing!”
“I'm sorry chéri, I really wanted to tell you sooner...”
Julia looked at the speechless Zoey for a moment, then turned to her controls.

Zoey was furious as she stepped out of the cabin and got back to the others. She stomped back to her place but instead of sitting down she faced Vern.
“What is it Trooper Zoey?”
Zoey's furious face turned red on her cheeks. The Seer said she'd become famous. But she had to overcome the obstacles in her path.
“As I asked before… Is there any chance you could… point the camera at me?”
“I, uhm, I should keep it on our reporter. But of course I could do some pans, was planning on doing so. Show some action! After all the world should see how you ladies get the Queen Bug. But I'm not planning on recording anyone in particular. Why should I do that?”
Zoey leaned down to him and whispered in his ear.
Vern's face brightened with a wicked grin.
“I make no promises Trooper, but you have to earn that a little first.”
He shifted a little in his seat, spreading his legs slightly more. Zoey's face blushed more, but without another word she dropped on her knees, put her helmet down, then with trembling fingers unzipped Vern's uniform trousers.
The other troopers began to cheer as she took out his erect cock and began to kiss it, then closed her lips around it and sucked. Vern leaned his head back and closed his eyes, letting out a sigh.
The reporter Mike next to him rolled his eyes, muttering.
“I'm the reporter! I should get the girls...”
The troopers continued to cheer for Zoey and Vern, as suddenly the ship was rocked by an explosion.
Then a female voice shouted on the speakers.
“We've been hit! Bug artillery! Hang on, we're crash landing!”
The ship was rocked by another explosion and Zoey fell on her back. The last thing she saw was Vern cuming, his cum raining down on her before she blacked out.

As Zoey woke up from Ester shaking her. Zoey croaked.
“Buhhh, what happened?”
Ester grinned at her.
“You put on quite a show. Then we got hit by that artillery and when we landed you spun around the room like a lifeless doll. Come on, get up! Time to be a hero!”
Zoey took Esters hand and got back on her feet. Ester dumped Zoey's helmet on her head and pushed her towards the big hatch.
“What about Julia?”
Ester shook her head.
“They're both dead. Cabin looks like a crushed can. Let's go!”

Zoey and Ester stepped out and blinked for a moment in the bright sun that illuminated a vast canyon area which they had crash landed inside, surrounded by high dry rock walls.
Vern and Mike stood by the side, Mike nervously reporting the situation to the camera.
Sonny had gone a few steps down the canyon and now waved to the others.
“Come on, the Queen Bug's this way!”
Chloe went to the far side of Sonny, yelling.
“Are you sure, oh fearless leader? Because I don't see a single stinking Bu--uuccgggkkk!”

The mighty claw of a Bug appeared out of the ground and impaled Chloe from below! Then it retracted it's claw and emerged as whole from the sandy ground. Chloe fell face first like a stiff plank on the ground.
“Bugs! Buuugs!”
Ester shouted and the others tuned in, then she rushed away from Zoey over to Chloe, firing her rifle at the Bug. It twitched and twisted from the impact of many bullets and finally cringed legs up on the floor.
As she reached Chloe, the trooper was already dead. Ester shook her head, then the air around her trembled and four more Bugs emerged from below, enclosing her.
She screamed and fired her rifle, the other troopers fired blindly at her as well but two bugs shielded her off with their massive bodies.
The next thing Zoey saw of Ester was her body being torn apart by the Bugs.
Sonny threw a grenade which landed perfectly between the Bugs and a second later they exploded into bits and pieces.

As the dust settled down it was silent for a moment. Shocked troopers stood scattered all around, everyone staring at the hole in the ground and the torn bug limbs around it.
Vern was filming the whole thing.
Then Sonny raised his voice.
“Let's go! The Queen Bug is still this way!”
“But… but what about Ester and Chloe? We have to check on them!”
Zoey stammered, still standing next to the shuttle. She noticed Vern now training his camera on her. That would be her line. She knew it. Her soft side showing, caring for the others!
“We have to check if they're still alive! We owe them!”
“Nonsense Trooper, they died for our mission, and our mission is to find the Queen-- woah, watch out!”
Before Zoey could turn around, the earth behind her trembled and another Bug appeared. She turned her head just in time to see a sharp claw coming at her. She felt a sharp pain as it pierced her back armour like wet paper and emerged out of her chest again.
The trooper with red braids was lifted off the ground and her whole body twitched, causing her finger to tighten around the trigger of her rifle. Unintentional she sprayed a hail of bullets at her fellow troopers, hitting several of them including the reporter. Then her trousers turned dark around her crotch and a stream of pee made it's way to the dusty ground.
Vern kept his camera trained on the scene, both the record and live icons blinking in the upper left corner of his viewfinder.
The troopers opened fire and quickly caused the bug holding Zoey to collapse, ending with her sitting on the floor, eyes wide open, legs spread, a Bug claw sticking out of her chest.

Then all hell broke loose. Dozens of Bugs appeared at the top of the canyon walls and began streaming down at the troopers, screeching loudly.
“This way! Run! Ruuun!”
Sonny began running down the canyon, away from the shuttle. The other troopers and Vern followed, shooting blindly left and right at the bugs. Many twisted, cringed and died, but the Bugs came closer, ripping trooper after trooper apart.
Suddenly something sharp hit Vern in his back and threw him in the air. He was dead when he landed with his face in front of the camera.
The camera shifted focus for a moment, showing Vern's horrified dead face before it shifted back again to show Sonny and the last few troopers fighting off waves after waves of Bugs, but one after another the troopers got ripped apart.

After a few moments only Sonny was left alive and the screen began to fill with Bugs.
Sonny was turning back and forth on his heels and stopped shooting.
“No! No, this can't be! This can't be the end! I was destined to find the Queen Bug! My prophecy said it! I must find the Queen Bug!”
The Bugs enclosed him but stopped about a meter away from him, hissing and screeching.
Then a massive Bug head appeared from the ridge behind Sonny, with a thousand eyes staring at him, followed by a massive mouth.
Sonny began to laugh hysterically as he saw the Queen Bug rise behind him. He got his grip again and raised his rifle.
“Time for you to die!”
But before he could fire, the Queen Bug opened her mouth and a big glowing blue ball appeared. She spat it out and hit Sonny, enclosed him and vaporised, leaving only Sonny's boots behind…

“Turn that off! Cut that live feed! Who's stupid idea was it to broadcast this directly?”
President Grace was furious. She sat at a round table in the War Council with the other Head Masters and Generals of the Federation.
A hand slowly raised.
“You said you wanted a new propaganda to promote more encouragement for the Federation. To recruit more new troopers for the war against the Bugs. So a live transmission of our final strike against the Queen Bug, to take them out once and for all, would've been the best propaganda to think of.”
“Only it turned out a disaster, you moron!”
Another voice came up.
“I think we should stop the ground attack immediately and turn to Plan B. Nuke the entire planet. Make sure no Bug gets out alive, so we end them once and for all!”
“Let's open the vote for Plan B!”

Later that day another live transmission took place, showing the Bug Home Planet from outer space. Dozens rockets appeared on screen, aimed for the planet. After they disappeared from view, multiple giant explosions appeared on the planets surface.
The citizens of Planet Earth celebrated the day the Bugs finally had been eliminated.

Seer Val had followed the events of the day on her television throughout the evening, until her doorbell rang.
She went for the door and found a saw a well known face. An older man stood in the door. Federation Dress uniform, brown short hair and hazel eyes.
“Lieutenant Ed, what a nice surprise. What brings you here?”
“The same as usual Madam Val.”
He handed her an envelope. A quick look inside showed hundreds of dollar.
“Your usual under-the-hand payment from the Federation, for convincing hundreds of young people to join the Federation. We owe you thanks for your services, especially now that the war is over.”
Val smiled weakly.
“You know I'm not doing anything special.”
“Of course you do. You're a Seer. But I always wonder. I know what you've told me when I was a young man, but what do you tell them nowadays? Promises of riches and fame? Because the Federation is very thrifty with both.”
“I don't make up what I tell them, Ed. I tell them what I see. What I see in their heads. And this is what I tell them. I tell them the things they expect, the things they want to hear. It's their wishes and desires, I don't make any of it up.”
Ed nodded thoughtful.
“So, Lieutenant Ed. You say you still remember what I told you a long time ago? Would you like th share that memory?”
“Indeed I remember. I was told, when the war is over, I will have a happy ending. And now the war is finally over.”
Val nodded and flashed a smile.
“Say, why don't you come in and close that door behind you…?”


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It was a hot summer day in the plains of Amazonia. The sun was at it's highest in the clear blue sky and shined down upon the sandy plains of central Amazonia.

In one specific area of the plains: a tribe of Pale skinned Nomadic Amazons had recently set up camp for the day after traveling several miles during the early morning and up until noon.

Conical tents made of buffalo hide were set up, each tent had drawings on them, telling a different story of the inhabitant's brave, and beautiful, family all the way from their mothers, to grandmothers and great grandmothers.

The amazons of the tribe, like many Amazons, were almost naked. The warriors of the tribe either wore loincloths made of fabric or animal skins, or nothing at all. The woman who were not warriors or were wives who cared for the children, wore loin skirts made of animal skins or animal leather. Children were completely naked, only wearing loincloths when they reached seven, if they chose. A majority of the amazon women did not wear any shirts, walking around the camp with their wonderful breasts exposed to her sisters.

After camp had been set up for more than an hour: many of the tribe's inhabitants went to the center of the camp, sitting in the sand in a circle as a teenage red haired Amazon drug a stick in the sand, creating a large circle in the sand. When the circle was complete, three young blond Amazon women trotted into the circle, briefly trotting around the circle once, earning cheers from their Amazon sisters. They then stopped, forming a triangle in the circle.

The Chief of the tribe and her wife soon appeared and they both sat near the edge of the circle. The Chief, a brunette, with some silver in the mix, haired woman nearing her twilight years but still walked around camp showing her breasts proudly. Her loin cloth was red and it exposed her read end proudly. Over her head was a headdress made of buffalo fur and had horns on them.

Her wife was far younger than her, in her early twenties. The wife of the chief had beautiful golden blond hair that went down to the middle of her back. She wore a deer skin loin cloth. She leaned lovingly against her wife's side, resting her head on her shoulder.

The chief raised her hand, and coming into the circular ring were three teenage Amazons, carrying a weapon. Each girl approached one of the three blond's, giving her a weapon.

Eagle Swift, the oldest of the blond's in the ring at the age of twenty five, who had long blond hair and three feathers weaved in her hair and wore a wolf skinned loincloth, received a spear, which she took with a hard expression, she looked at the other two blond's as they received there weapons.

Fox was twenty three years old, her hair was tied into a single braid and the sides of her head were shaved completely. Her loincloth was blue in color and she were a feathered beaded necklace. She received a hatchet, which she took with almost a despairing sigh.

The youngest of the amazons was seventeen. Her blond hair was loose and curly. Unlike her to sisters: she had not received any feathers. She also wore no loincloth, proudly standing naked in the ring as she was given her weapon, a two handed stone axe. As the girl, the same age as the young one, who handed her the axe walked away, the young amazon reached out and grabbed the girl, and dug her hand through the girl's loincloth, stroking her rear end lovingly, earning a happy sigh from the girl as she shyly walked out of the ring and over towards a group of gossiping Amazon teens.

Now that the contestants of The Trial of Strength had acquired their weapons: the Chief held up her hand again, and gave a shot for the three amazons to begin. As soon as the shout went out: the three warriors turned to face each other...ready to kill their sisters.

Only one warrior leaves the ring alive, the challenge was made, now their lives were in the spirits hands now.

All three amazons circled each other while crouched down, weapons ready and waited for a flaw in her sister's stance. Half a minute later: Fox looked at the youngest warrior, and nodded. The youngest nodded back. They would work to kill Eagle Swift...but then they would turn their attention to each other.

Eagle Swift sensed the agreement, but held her stoic exterior. She had killed many dark skins and red skins during the war of red summer! She could kill these two easily.

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I don't write a lot of new stuff anymore. But if the mood hits me I wanna be moving in a direction you guys would like to follow so shout out your thoughts.

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Notes on setting, Character and story
The situation is as my last story was. Women chased down in a fantasy situation and their bodies judged for "points" in a deadly blood sport like none other.
The setting is an abandoned summer camp that has been acquired by a private hunting lodge and converted into closed sporting area.
Ken and Amanda, a young couple with a interest in the bizarre new game have taken to the field as hunters.
Ken is a young experienced hunter who normally hunts deer in Kentucky.
Amanda, Red headed young woman with an athletic volley-ball build waivers between feminist outrage, curiosity, and sometimes outright excitement, though she hides this from her boyfriend.
Our doomed heroine this time will be the popular Brittany-girl (No obtrusive sexuality)
. We join her in her final exploits early morning inside the camp. The hunters are hosting a pre-season warm up game and Brittany finds herself being pursued by a group of enthusiastic men looking to score some points by successfully bringing down the skinny vivacious DS vixen.
When I say "girl" I use shorthand slang for women in their 20's. No acceptations.

The girls had been gathered in the reconstructed meeting hall of the camp. In the center there was sets of clothing laying out, all following the color scheme of light brown, the lining or hemming white. "don't worry ladies." A voice over a speaker said. "we wont make you go out there dressed in bright pinks or reds, we actually prefer to not lose very much of you after all. We don't want to spend money to acquire new talent." Brittany dug through the pile and found what looked like a "tank-kini" bathing suite. A cross between the bikini bottoms but with a more modest matching tank top. Like the other clothes it was light brown and trimmed with white.
She excused herself to a corner and switched into the suite. It was surprisingly comfortable, made out of athletic material for jogging or sports play. She next walked over to a pile of tennis shoes, all brown with white to match the outfits and selected her size.
"These actually are pretty good shoes!" she gushed. A few of the other girls stared at her strangely. "even if they are kind of ugly, I mean comfort counts. Right?" She suddenly felt very silly and stopped herself form adding anymore.
The voice from the speaker was suddenly back "Three minutes" .
The girls where all waiting in a fenced in area outside the gathering hall now. A horn sounded and two large gates swung open. A flock of young women gushed through the opening. Chattering and whispering good lucks in low voices. Brittany jogged along a group of three other girls. All wearing the same colored clothing. But the clothing itself was different styles. One girl had short jogging shorts and a t-shirt, another was wearing a one-piece athletic suite like a gymnast. Still a third had a tank top and a short tennis skirt. As she jogged and the wind teased the skirt up her matching brown and white bloomers could be seen complimenting her over all outfit.

They had jogged for about five minutes when suddenly there was a loud "clang". The girl in the skirt yelped and fell over. All three other women stopped and stared at the girl on the ground. "OH NO! WAS SHE SHOT?" the girl in the one piece asked.
"No I'm fine, I'm fine. My ankle is stuck in something." Kelly was already looking at the offending object. A kind of rubber guarded bear trap with no metal teeth. The girl's ankle was unharmed but held firmly by the gripping rubber coated mouth.
"does it hurt?!" The girl in the shorts asked.
"No, it doesn't hurt at all, didn't even break skin. I'm just stuck." She tried in vain to open the grip on the trap. "what a stupid trap," The one piece wearing girl said. "If it can't kill us then what's the point of having it here?"

Brittany had a sinking feeling. "To slow the rest of us down". The other three girls looked at her. Kelly began to explain. "She's not hurt or dead, so we wont want to leave her behind. This way when the hunter comes back for the trap well all be right here. waiting…"

Their eyes were all wide open now. "Wait no!" the stuck girl suddenly realized what the implications were. If the others wanted to live they would have to leave her to the hunters. Brittany could already here a group approaching. Before she could talk herself out of it and get herself killed Brittany turned and bolted up a small hill on the far side of the trail and hid behind a tree. The girl in jogging shorts came quickly behind her, pumping her legs fast.
The one piece girl though stayed with the stuck skirt and tried prying at the trap. Kelly watched a tense group of three young men cautiously approaching the two girls in the middle of the trail. "Oh this next part is going to be bad sweetie" Brittany said to the jogger.
The three hunters had gotten off the trail and were approaching the girls through the woods running alongside the road. They looked like frat brothers from some silly Delta Omega campus home or something.
The pretty girl in the one piece was still bent over the trap. Her long red hair fluttering in the breeze. Her brown eyes flitting over the mechanism that held the skirted girl down. She was unaware a quick end to
her existence was now imminent. Now one took aim. Kelly winced and bit her lower lip. There was only a short pause.
There was a loud pop and the red head jerked. The bullet struck her just underneath her left breast. She placed her left hand gently over the wound. Here eyes were squeezed shut and her lips pressed together in pain. She remained in her sitting position, not attempting to get up or run. Here eyes lulled slightly and her lips were ever so slightly parted. The hunters were approaching now casually.
The red head fell backwards, her one hand still held against her wound the other arm flung away slightly from her body. Meanwhile the skirted girl struggled uselessly with her ankle trap. They were about ten feet away now. One of the hunters stopped and aimed again at the dying red head. He fired and the bullet struck her in her upper stomach. The girl arched her back in pain. Her heals dug into the dirt and every muscle in her body tensed and held. With this dramatic motion her one piece was pulled close to her body, clinging to every curve. Kelly could see her figure was near perfect. Her thighs were toned and taught with muscle, her stomach had the soft two outline curves of feminine stomach muscle and her breasts where firm and full.
The girl held the arc position for a amazing five seconds, then sudden she let out a long slow moan. Her muscles relaxing and going slack against her will. She seemed to deflate almost, slowly melting into repose. Finally her entire body was limp and spread out on the ground. It was over. Her mouth hung just barely open and she closed her eyes. She could almost have looked like she was sleeping.
Seeing her comrade's end the skirt girl jumped up to her feet and began pulling her leg up hard and fast in a attempt to dislodge the trap from the ground. Her skirt flying wildly.
Another hunter took a kneeling position and aimed. There was another pop and the skirt girl jerked with the hit. The bullet struck here directly between her breasts. For a brief second here pretty straight brown hair fluttered with the wind and her big blue eyes crossed hard. A look of shock across her face. It could almost have been comical.
Now suddenly her eyes uncrossed and rolled up in her head. At the same time here eyelids closed shut. She let out a brief loud, girlish sigh and collapsed. First to her knees then she fell to her right side. Her skirt flew up and rested above her waste. Her brown and white bloomers pulled taut against her buttocks, the soft curve of her bottom displayed perfectly and the exposed white skin along the edges of her rump where the bloomer did not cover played well with the colors of the fabric.
The hunters came forward. Whooping and cheering. The one who took the skirt girl got to his kill first. He slowed down and prodded her thigh just underneath the buttock with his gun barrel. The girl's body rocked back and forth gently but she did not move. Her eyes were also closed now and her tongue had lulled out and rested limply against her bottom lip.
The hunter put his gun barrel underneath the girls wrist which was lying against her stomach and lifted her arm slightly above her body. He directed the limp arm up higher and away from her torso then let it flop to the ground. Satisfied she was dead he called for his friend to take his picture. He kneeled behind her and lifted her upper torso up for the camera with his left hand and held her head so her face was visible with his right. The photo was snapped and he gently laid her back down. "pretty little thing isn't she!" he exclaimed.
The other hunter walked up to the dead redhead. "She has perfect hip proportions. I love her eight figure!" He exclaimed.
"Poor brave redhead" Kelly though.
He bent down at her upper torso and leaned over her. He took her chink in one hand gently and put his other hand against the back of her head . he gave it a small jerk quickly and there were to little snapping noises (click, click). "Just to be sure, Don't want her suddenly regaining consciousness on the way back to camp.
The Third hunter took out a clipboard and a small length of measuring tape. He handed it to the hunter with the redhead. The hunter leaning next to the skirt girl took out a pair of calipers. The girl in the traps skirt still rested above her hip and the hunter bent down near the middle of her body. He pinched the female's buttocks through the soft fabric of her bloomers and measured the flesh between his fingers with the small device. "she's only two percent body fat on the rump!" he announced.
Meanwhile the other hunter had wrapped the tape measure around the dead Red heads calves, then her thighs. He very gently rolled her onto her belly, and now measured the diameter of her butt. He rolled her over again onto her back and measured her hips and the deep curve at the center of her eight figure. "damn near perfect". He exclaimed. He jotted his measurements down on a piece of paper. "she had to be a nine at least!" he shouted back to his friends. And now he turned to measure her ample bosoms. "These are gonna be a ton of points right here too!" Kelly watched the hunter recording the dead girl's measurements and felt angry at those sexist pigs. "OUR LOOKS! IS THIS WHAT THIS IS ABOUT!" she whispered angrily. At least the red head still had that peaceful serene look on her face. Eyes gently closed.
The trap killer had pulled the skirt off of his victim and had finished most of his measurements too. "This one could beat your chick I think!". He now hefted the dead girl over is shoulder with his right arm and balanced her there. He gave her rump a light smack with his opposite hand. "Hardly anything on this little gazelle other then woman toned muscle."

The other hunter now lifted the one piece girl over his shoulders. Balancing equal amounts of her upper and lower torso over each shoulder so the bend of her lower stomach was pressed against the back of his neck, her legs bend forward and hung down on his right side her upper torso hung on the left and her arms dangled under her.
"Lets get these ladies back to camp and on display, I want to hear what the other guys think". And they carried the dead women away, their limp bodies rocking slightly on their shoulder. Red's arms swung limply with the motion.
They waited till they were out of sight, then Brittany and the jogger headed away from the kill site.

Brittany and the shorts girl rushed down the other side of the hill. "Holy CRAP!" the golden blonde jogger exclaimed. "Look out!". Brittany looked across the field in front of them and saw a young couple wearing hunting gear staring at them in utter shock.
"OH KEN LOOK! THERES TWO!" the red haired woman shouted. The jogger ran to the left and Brittany Took off to the right.
"just my luck". Brittany thought. "I stumbled right into some". The hunters were just as surprised as the girls. And watched both young ladies run in different directions. "Which one?" the man asked. Kelly listened as she ran. "The dark haired one!" the other girl gushed. Brittany Felt a sudden rush of panic "Me?! Why me?!"
"OK lets get her!". Brittany glanced over her shoulder and to her horror saw that the hunters were ignoring the blonde who's ponytail bobbed in the air as she ran, making her escape. They were both running full out after her.
Brittany ran towards a group of cabins. If she could get into one she could then run out the back and give them the slip. She crossed the field with all the strength in her legs. Pushing herself to speeds she didn't know she could get to. She looked over her shoulder and the man had dropped to his knee and was now aiming his bow at her. The woman looked like she was cheering on her favorite team. "Don't let her get away!" Amanda whooped.
"Too late to shoot at me" Brittany thought. I'm already at the door. She reached out and grabbed the handle…only to find it locked. She stood there shocked for a moment. The other cabins! She had to get to one. She turned around for a moment to plan her next move and in the same split second she faced her pursuers Ken let a arrow fly. Brittany watched stunned and unable to move as a dark streak zipped towards her.
Suddenly a force pushed against her so hard it almost made her stumble. There was suddenly a burst of pain in her stomach. Brittany looked down expecting the worst. There was an arrow stuck in her alright. Maybe a inch above her navel and another inch to the left. It had entered her body at slight angle and sunk in at a slant. It had sunk in deep but not exited from the back.
"YES!" Amanda screamed. "WE GOT HER!"
"A DAMN GOOD SHOT WASN'T IT HONEY!" Ken yelled back.
Suddenly Brittany's mind thought back to what the other hunters had said over the bodies of the other girls. "Lets get these ladies back to camp and on display…"
"I don't want to be put on display!" Brittany thought to herself hysterically. That's when her mind shouted back an answer to her. "THEN RUN GIRL! RUN! " Brittany could feel an energy rising up from the back of her thighs and into her buttocks. Before she even knew it she was sprinting with even more strength then she had when running to the cabins. She headed for the trees and the forest ahead. Making it into the cover of the woods before he hunters could follow.
Amanda looked perplexed. "I can't believe she could do that! Just run away! I thought she was going to fall down and die."
Ken turned to her. "its harder then that to bring one of these chicks down. She might have been short and slender dear but she was almost all muscle. But don't worry we want her to run anyway."
Amanda turned to him. "we do?"
"yes" can said with a smirk. "Those arrows are hollow on the inside. The arrow head had a tunnel leading to the shaft and out the back of it. The pressure of the arrow hitting her causes a suction that starts literally sucking her blood out, its like she's running away with a vampire on her back.
"Oh, I see. So do we just follow her?" Kelly said
"Yup! After awhile she'll get really tired and sleepy, then we can catch up."
"and then we…" Amanda made the motion for a bow and arrow firing.
"She might already be dead by the time we find her, we just gotta keep her running and wasting energy."
Amanda felt suddenly excited. Sexually charged and aggressive. She suddenly could almost excuse men for objectifying women. This was a thrill! Her and her boyfriend hunting down that pretty dark haired girl. "and her wearing that cute little outfit while we do it!" she thought. This whole scenario was… well kind of sexy. She was going die in something that wasn't much more then underwear. Vulnerable and exposed.
"well lets go get her!" Amanda said with noticeable excitement.

Brittany couldn't convince herself to slow down. She was out of breath and had given herself a headache from all the running but her legs wouldn't let up. It was the pain that finally brought her to a halt. Her entire belly now felt like it was on fire. "OooHH" she moaned and sat down on a log, nervously looking around. She couldn't see her pursuers so she turned her attention to her stomach again. The arrow was still there, sunk in deep into her body. She timidly put one hand on it and tried to give it a tug. There was a ball of sudden pain deep within her. "agghhh!" she let the arrow go. She studied her belly again. It was then that she noticed there didn't seem to be any blood on her athletic tank top. "where's the blood?" she whispered to herself. She put her hands on the wound then under it. Finally she quickly swiped them over the front of her bikini bottoms and pivoted her hips, glancing over her shoulder to see if it had dripped backwards and down her rump as she ran.
She was perplexed when suddenly she heard some dripping and turned her attention to the arrow itself. It was then that she noticed a steady stream of blood coming out of the arrow and dripping away from her body and onto the ground. "that's so strange" , she thought drearily. Then a thought hit her hard. "This means I've left a trail! That they could follo…" It was then that she heard a branch crunch somewhere behind her and Amanda yell "There she is!" Brittany Jumped to her feet and was off and running again.

Ken turned to his girlfriend. "Just a little bit more now Amanda. Not much longer at all!"
Amanda was following the girl with her eyes, watching her legs pump and her rump work under the fabric of her bottoms. Amanda felt fully aroused and more predatory then she ever thought possible. Brittany running made her want to chase more then anything else. And so she did. Her and Ken both.
Brittany found herself slowing down in spite of her urges to go faster. Her stomach still hurt badly. Her legs were now going wobbly and she almost tripped. Suddenly she realized she couldn't get away. She slowed to a walk and found a soft looking patch of grass and fell to her knees. She now knew the hunters trick with the arrow. The more she ran the faster she bled. Her own heart had been used against her to smuggle out her very life without her knowing it. They were keeping her running to help the job along. "so sneaky" she said dreamily.
"I see her!" Amanda yelled from a short distance behind her. Brittany groaned. They were going to get their dead girl to display after all. Brittany's legs now gave up suddenly and she collapsed to her side, then rolled onto her back facing up. Her stomach was still hurting. She now found herself wondering how many points the couple would get for her. More then the skirt girl? Tie with the Red head? Now she looked up and the couple was above her. The girl looked down on her with a look of stimulated excitement. The man stepped forward. "lets finish the poor girl off."
"How do we do it? Amanda asked?"
Ken walked forward. The female had run father then he ever felt possible. With all that blood loss her heart must be weak now. A good sudden shock of pain would stop the beating. He bent over her and grabbed the arrow. Brittany moaned lightly. Now he gave it a quick jerk and pulled it out in one motion.
"UUUUGGHHHHH!!!" Every muscle in Brittany's body tensed With the sudden pain. She arched her back and pulled her one leg in close, she stuck the other out hard, straight along the ground, muscles incredibly tense. Her heart fluttered wildly, then stopped without any warning. "This is it…." Her last thoughts said. This is….." She let out a low moan as she died. "mmhhmmm…"
Amanda watched the girls last minute writhes. She watched the muscles in her stomach and legs and chest tense so strongly. Amanda was holding her breath suddenly as the girl moaned. She was still holding it when every muscle in the woman's body, very slowly, went completely limp. Her eyes closed softly and her head turned to the side. Brittany's limp tongue slowly rolled out of her mouth. There was a final soft sigh. "That's it!" Amanda thought. "She's dead!" Amanda suddenly let out her breath and breathed in hard again. She had a sudden tremor in her mid-driff and she realized she had a mini-orgasm.

Amanda was still breathing hard. "Ken get the camera." She said. She walked over to Brittany's body and got into a kneeling position. She then pulled Brittany's body up into frame and held her by her shoulders. Ken snapped the photo with Amanda triumphantly holding the kill.
Ken bent down and draped Brittany's body over his shoulders.
Amanda turned to him " Lets get her back to camp and on display… I want to see what the judges think!"
Ken smiled. "Sure"
Amanda eyes watched the dead girl rocking slightly on Ken's shoulders. Her eyes followed the kill from the feet, up the calves, over the thighs, and to the curve of the butt where her suit bottoms had pulled tight making it look like she was wearing a half thong.
"I bet we get a lot of points" Amanda said. "she has a great little butt". With that Amanda reached over and gave Brittany's rump a light smack.
Ken smiled. This was a perfect girlfriend.

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The young women had followed after the doe for their third hour now. A lovely and busty young blonde woman with big blue eyes. She did not know the hunters were there, it was a simple habit and maybe some sort of six sense intuition that kept the girl on the move.
She seemed relaxed enough, taking the time to frolick among the soft star-moss and grass and drink from a small stream before skipping further away from her hunters. An almost effortless choir for her but a terrible burden for the women hunting her. They had to keep pace with their quarry at a brisk pace, all the while keeping concealed in thick foliage and taking care to move silently through twigs, broken branches, and loose rustling leaves.

The two women hunting the nude doe were cousins, College sorority girls through and through who secretly harbored a little wild outdoorsy bend with a taste for more un-restrained stimulation. That is why this un-lady like sport with a cruel predatory twist held such allure for them. A chance to be one of the boys and experiment with small budding sadistic tendencies.

They both attended the same college. The first girl was a vivacious and lusty redhead. A nineteen year old college freshman and a sporty type of girl, she had participated in archery in high school and it was her who had suggested the hunt.

Her cousin, a more girly-girl type had been fascinated with secretly sneaking out for a hunting expedition over her three day weekend and then quietly returning to her classes, internship, and party life with none of her friends being the wiser. A twenty one year old junior she was just as blonde and shapely as the woman the girls were trying to hunt. They closed in on the blonde woman and she knelt to study some particularly attractive wild flowers growing in a spot of light that seeped in through an opening in the deep woods foliage. Suddenly she had lost interest and raising her curvacious nude form back up she skipped merrily out of range again.

The older huntress shook her head and blew a gust of air up and over her forehead, knocking her blond bangs out of her eyes. "This is not at all what I was hoping for, Why don't we just let this one go and track down some of those brunettes we saw awhile ago?"
The younger woman grimaced. "Their not as pretty, and besides the point of 'hunting' is to hunt. You get the excitement and the rush from finally making a kill that you thought you couldn't get.
Laura the blonde rolled her eyes. "We've been staring at this chicks rump all day as she keeps moving and we haven't gotten to take a shot".
Her cousin returned a sympathetic smile. "I know but I want to take her. She's whats called a "trophy doe". When we bring her back to the lodge her body featured will be measured and recorded. Good legs, butt, and boobs not to mention low body fat will tell us how many points she's worth. We might even win a prize for bringing a girl with her figure back."
Laura sighed. "So we follow this frolicking bimbo all day and hope she dies of a stroke?" Amanda, her cousin rolled her eyes now. "We wait until were close enough... to take her". "Just get into the mood. Don't think about time or discomfort. Get excited and use the stimulation to enjoy the hunt."
"See?" Amanda pointed at her green tanktop. "my nips have been sticking through my shirt for the last ten minutes, we must be getting close to making a kill." Laura chuckled a little and followed her cousin as she silently darted after the blonde.

They found the leggy blonde in a small clearing, lying on her stomach and watching as small gathering of butterflies.

"Oh thats it sweety enjoy the view" Amanda whispered. Laura crept next to her cousin and responded in the hushed whisper tone they suddenly had started using. "What cup size do you think this girl is?"
"I don't know" Amanda responded under her breathe. " I doubt she would either. Doe's rarely wear clothes and it wouldn't be totally unheard of for one to live out her whole life without ever putting on some panties or a bra."
Laura suddenly felt a small tightness in her chest and found she was breathing a little heavier. "This is the longest time she has stopped yet!" She was still whispering in hushed tones. Amanda was fixed on the girl with her brown eyes. "She seems to go straight north, then west, then north, then west. She just went North if we sprint ahead and west we should be able to catch her coming towards us."
Laura Watched the young woman in the field. She was still laying on her stomach and her ankles were bent up into the air and back over towards her body. She peddled her legs closer to her buttocks and then back away playfully as she stared, deep in thought at the butterflies.
"If we don't kill her with the first shot will she get away?" Laura asked her younger cousin.

"Its pretty common that if even we hit her she will run for awhile. These women are pretty athletic and will usually sprint until their tired. Then we can close in and finish her. With that she stood up "Come on lets get into position"

The two women sneaked a distance to the west of the doe then quickly sprinted through the brush until they could barely see the light from the open clearing the woman was resting in. "Both girls were breathing hard and Amanda explained to Laura how to slow down her breathing and relax her body tension to regain quick composure." They had just managed to return to a resting state when they saw the bobbing figure of the girl as she pranced towards them, every now and then glancing over her shoulder to were the hunters would have been had they not switched their course. Even without knowing for sure if her would-be killers had ever been in the area the doe was a cautious and impish girl who usually trusted any suspicous inklings she received. This had served her well all twenty three years of her life and had dutifully given the female a small jolt of caution and energy. However Elly had over-thought her instinct. Trying to guess and maneuver on her own she stuck to her pattern and moved west away from where she assumed a theoretical hunter might be and closer to the two waiting young women preparing to take her.
---------------------------------------------------------------The approach
"Here she comes." Laura whispered with a rushed breathe. She could suddenly feel herself gulping in ragged bursts of air and could feel a cold sheen of perspiration on her forehead. Before she could understand what her body was telling her her nipples suddenly pushed into the soft fabric of her green T-shirt. "Oh this is weird," Laura spoke in a soft hushed tone. "I think I just got a lesbian boner or something".
Amanda looked over at her cousin and noticed the knitted brow and lilting eyelids. Indicative of sexual arousal. She felt it too and had for some time. "Its not all that uncommon to be turned on by the prospective of a kill. It gives you a shot of adrenaline, serotonin, and endorphines which can boost you reaction time and physical endurance and concentration. Don't shy away from it let yourself have the whole experience it will help you.
Amanda watched the girl as she came closer. Her large full breasts and flat stomach were taut and toned. Her powerful and athletic looking thighs would tense and relax each step and her well splayed hips gave her a seductive bikini model gate to her stride. Amanda found herself suddenly muttering like a old drunk hunter from the outdoor sportsmen channel "oh here we go, here she comes. Come on sweety get a little closer, thats a good girl, a little close cutey".
Laura was still breathing in short spastic breathes. "Shes a little hottie and a half, the boys are going to miss her tight little package."
"That is the truth if anything is! Amanda whispered back".
Amanda put a arrow into her bow and now she rested her rump on the side of her foot in a resting position. There was just enough room to pull the bowstring all the way back for a shot. Laura readied a arrow too, then turned to the younger woman. "I'm shaking a little bit and feel kinda buzzed, Do you want to take the shot?" Amanda adjusted her weight but never took her eyes of off Elly as she approached. "Yeah. I'll make the shot, just be ready if I don't hit, you shoot next. We need to at least tag her with a arrow to weaken her."
---------------------------------------------------------------The KiLL
Elly was only now the length of a small parking lot away and within bow range. "I'll try to hit her in the upper torso somewhere close to the center, I'm hoping for a chest shot." Laura watched fixated and nodded for a reply. "She's already close enough but I want to be sure." Amanda could hear laura's heavy breathing coming out with quick jerks and pauses.
She waited for as long as she thought she could without giving themselves away. "This should do, Amanda whispered. "I'll take her now". With that Amanda took aim at Elly's center and slowly relaxed the muscles in her fingers until the bowstring slipped free and fired the arrow in a straight and true line at the young college girl.

Elly had stopped just suddenly when she heard a strange "thwang" sound and was only waiting a moment before the arrow struck the girl just to the left and a little above her navel.
Amanda watched her arrow strike the woman. Elly's eyes shot wide for a moment and she let out a almost comical yelp, like someone had splashed cold water on her. She bounced on the heels of her feet and jumped a little into the air. Her hands were at her sides and palms out for only a half of a second and suddenly and with surprising agility she turned a whole one hundred and eighty degrees and sprinted away, sometimes skipping gracefully and leaping like a ballerina over fallen trees and rocks.
"We got her!" Laura yelped. "She's sprinting like the dickens!" Amanda replied. "Will that arrow be enough?" Laura said popping to her feet and storing her bow over her shoulder. "I think that was a good shot it felt good and looked like it went in pretty good. I think thats enough to take her, we have to chase her down though and see where she falls." With that both girls took off after dying doe.

Elly still had no clue what had happened. She was just skipping through the woods enjoying a good cold breeze on her inner thighs when suddenly someone had punched her in the stomach. Or it felt like someone had. The air had been knocked out of her and it felt like electricity had shot through her from her head to her feet. Elly Fawn did the one thing that came naturally to her. She sprinted away. She was strong and graceful and nimble and that had never failed her. Not once.

However now she had only run a short distance and the young and gentle naive blonde realized something seemed very different. Instead of hopping over large rocks and trees she was going around them. Instead of letting a little hop and spring into her step she was just now jogging with the methodical plodding of a woman running on a treadmill. She was not out of breathe like she had been running a long time but tired like she had woken early in the morning after a sleepless night, and something more. She did not feel like she was getting a full breathe of air when she inhaled and the muscles in her stomach felt hot and sore. Not just sore but tired and exhausted like she had done a million sit-ups.

"Ouch" Elly spoke out loud and dreamily. She slowed to a jog and ran her fingers over her forehead and moved her long blonde hair out of the way. She now slowed to a stroll She looked down now at her flat tummy and only now discovered the arrow embedded into her firm abs. She kept walking and lightly laid a hand on the arrow. Letting out a soft moan and knitting her eyebrows in pain. "Oh my". She said to no one in particular. Secretly Elly had always believed her whole life that she would be just too cute to shoot. Surely her little tight figure and sweet face coupled with her girly mannerisms and feminine movements would deter a hunter from bringing her down. She could not believe one had been so cruel as to go through with a hunt on her. To bring it all the way to the end and then finish it. "So mean." She whispered now. Not being entirely sure why she whispered. She felt tipsy and buzzed like she had binged on some wine coolers. " No really". She muttered wonderingly to no one at all. "That was so mean."

Suddenly she felt like she wasn't there at all. Her eyes crossed for just a moment and Elly allowed herself to sink to her knees. She brushed her hair over her shoulders and behind her ears again. Then let her weight sink to her right side and steadied herself with her right hand. She whimpered a little at the thought of running away from her pursuers in this state. It seemed totally undignified to keep scrambling away from her hunters with a ungraceful butch swagger and gimp. Elly took pride in her femininity, Her girlish ways. She was not one of those die hard survivalists from popular TV shows. She was a graceful wisp of a girl and now still in this dire moment she decided she would not trundle on. She straightened her hair for the third time and stretched out her legs slightly to better rest her weight. She lay down and leaned on her elbow so she could rest. She could hear the snapping of twigs and the rustling of foliage as her pursuers rushed upon her. "Fair game". Elly stated. She was feeling incredibly tired and tipsy. She winced at the though of what was about to come next but wanted to die with grace "Oh I hope this next part is quick. '7 She thought to herself. Suddenly she didn't feel much like even propping herself into the pseudo sitting position and allowed herself to lay on her side as the hunters closed to finish her.

"There she is!" Amanda could see the blonde had slowed. Suddenly the doe halted . lowered herself to the ground. Almost in slow motion she collapsed first to her knees. Then to the side of her thigh, then to her side on the ground. "She's down!" Laura chirped and they both rushed forward.

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It was a usual rainy day in London but the heavy rain had just started. Thick clouds covered the sky and rain poured down on the small group that approached the London Eye.
The two young women, Julia and Heather, both daughters of rich business men, had been on a trip to London. While it officially was a business trip it was more for show. They met some important business partners of their fathers, signed some documents and spent most of their time shopping and sightseeing. For that they had hired a local guide to show them around and they already had a huge tip for her ready as she had produced two big umbrellas for them just as it started to rain, keeping them and their expensive business suits dry.
Julia was 26 and French, with brown eyes and long black hair that bobbed on her shoulders with every step. She wore a black collar jacket over a white blouse, combined with a short black skirt and tights and fitting black high heels.
Heather was twenty and from America. She had blue eyes and light brown hair done in a ponytail. She also wore a purple trouser suit, combined with a black blouse and black high heels.
They followed their guide Zoey, a redhead with braids. While the business girls outfits looked expensive yet rather leisure, their guide looked really business. She had a bright red jacket over a white blouse, red tie and red trouser. With her black wedge sneakers she tried to look taller than she actually was.

Thanks to the weather it was surprisingly empty and Julia and Heather only saw their guides bright red umbrella in front of them as she quickly walked past the gates, paid their fee and led them to the next empty cabin.
“What a bummer! I'm sorry for the rain my ladies, but at least in here you'll be safe from it. But I promise, once we went all the way round it should be alright again!”
Julia chuckled. Her guide kept calling them her ladies, as if they'd been some noble folk.
“It's okay Zoey, not your fault. We heard the weather here is tricky. And you just saved us with those.”
Julia lowered her umbrella.
“My pleasure my ladies.”
Zoey quickly grabbed both hers and Heathers from their hands and flapped them at the far side of the cabin before she dropped them on the floor and walked back to her guests.
“Now you'll see this ride takes a bit of time but you will have a wonderful view, despite the rain. And it looks like we have this cabin just for us... bummer!”
Two older men, Ed and Vern, in black trench coats and black fedoras entered the cabin. The rain was dripping down their coats and heads as they both tipped their hats.
“Good day, ladies.”
They both seemed to be in their fifties, but their hazel and green eyes looked sharp as they smiled at the other guests.
“Hello!” the British tour guide smiled at them cheerfully. The two business girls just nodded.
Just as the door was about to close another seemingly couple in their mid-thirties stepped in from the rain. A tall woman, Grace, with long black hair and, despite the weather, black sunglasses. She wore a long black coat, tights and black knee long high heel boots. Her companion was a handsome looking man with short brown hair and also black sunglasses. Sonny had a black leather jacket and dark blue denim jeans. He looked rather emotionless through the cabin while she gave everyone a smile showing her teeth.

The wheel started and the cabin slowly went up. Zoey explained to her guests what they saw as best as possible through the heavy rain. The other two groups seemed rather uninterested in it as they casually looked out and then continued to eye each other and the tourist group.
The two older men whispered to each other as the cabin came closer to the top and continuously glanced over to the couple with the sunglasses, as the man with the leather jacket suddenly pulled out a mobile phone and tapped some keys on it.
A second later the London Eye stood still and their cabin stopped moving on top of the circle.

The tour guide didn't seem to notice as she continued explaining facts about the Elizabeth Tower and Big Ben to her guests.
Sonny walked up straight to her and leaned down.
“Excuse me Miss, could you tell me what time it is?”
With a smile Zoey pointed at the clock tower.
“Of course Sir, you can see the big clock even through the rain. Just have a look, it's -ACK!”
Sonny grabbed the redhead by her head and slammed her face first against the glass wall of the cabin. Zoey slowly slid down to the floor unconscious.
“Hey! What are you doing?!”
“Are you insane?!”
Both Heather and Julia started chatting angrily at Sonny, and the two men in suits moved towards him but stopped a second later in their movement and raised their hands.
“I wouldn't try anything funny if I were you.”
Grace held a small pistol with a silencer in her hand. As the girls saw her they both turned and their faces went pale.
“Sorry for that, but your ride ends here.”
Sonny chuckled as he also produced a pistol from his jacket and took a step backwards.

“Who are you? What do you want? This is madness!”
“Do you even know who we are? You're in deep trouble now!”
Julia and Heather got colour back in their faces and started complaining about the situation but Grace silenced them by waving her gun in front of them.
“Of course we know who you are. And it seems you made some people angry, so they hired us to make sure you won't leave this city again.”
“But... who would want that?” Julia was startled.
Sonny took the word.
“We don't know, and normally we really don't care either. There's a price on your both heads and we'll get it. But I'd really like to know who is mad at you now as well, because do you know who these two gentlemen here are? They're both hitman as well. Ed, Vern, it's so good to see you. Too bad we took the initiative. Now we can collect the money on your heads as well!”
Vern cleared his throat.
“I wouldn't be so sure about that yet, Sonny.”
“What do you mean old man? Don't try any tricks or I will shoot you first.” Grace hissed.
“No tricks. Look.”
He nudged towards the tour guide on the ground who started to move and groaned.
“Ouch... What the bloody hell is wrong with you people?!”

As Sonny and Grace turned their attention to the girl things happened really fast.
Ed jumped forward and slapped the gun out of Grace's hands, grabbed her other hand and spun her around until she fell against him. Then he produced a wire from his jacket and wrapped it around her throat.
Vern slid a knife out of his sleeve, grabbed Sonny from behind with one hand on his forehead and slit his throat with the knife. In his surprise Sonny fired his gun and a bullet hit Zoey right in her chest. The redhead groaned and slumped down again at Heather and Julia's feet.
Only moments later Sonny dropped the gun and tried to stop the blood from spurting out of his throat before he collapsed on the floor where he kicked for a moment before he went limp.
Grace struggled and kicked, trying to get Ed to release the wire but he held tight. She dropped her gun as well and tried to get her fingers under the wire but Eds grip was strong. He took another deep breath and pulled even harder. Grace's arms flailed around and her heels scratched over the floor before her body became limp and her tongue rolled out of her mouth, her eyes staring blank at the rain outside.
Ed released the wire and let Grace collapse on the floor.
Heather and Julia stood shocked at the other end, one dead girl at their feet.
“Look! Whatever they want to pay you, we will pay you more!”
Julia took a step back, away from the body at her feet. Ed chuckled.
“Oh, I like to hear that. But let me tell you, these amateurs here, using guns to kill you. We both have specific instructions how to kill you, and if we do, we get paid double already. How does that sound to you?”
Heather started to move along the wall slowly while speaking.
“I don't know! Name something! We'll make a generous offer then! You don't want to mess with our families!”
Vern turned to Ed and rolled his eyes. Ed chuckled again.
“What? Come on, at least give them a chance!”
Vern turned around again.
“Sorry girls, it's just business.”

With those words Heather dropped herself on her knees and leaped forward to Sonny's pistol on the ground. But Vern was prepared already and simply stepped over her and rammed his knife down into her back. The girl screamed and twitched under him before she went limp, unable to fire a single shot from the gun.
At the same time Julia charged forward at Ed, who just evaded her charge and pushed her further into the other wall. Julia smacked against the glass wall and while she was dazed Ed just slipped the wire around her throat. The business girl croaked for a while, clawing at Eds coat, but soon she lost her energy and became a lifeless puppet in his arms. Ed just dropped her as well.
Next they took Sonny's phone and used it to make a few snaps from their work. A little bit bloodier as they had planned but at least the actual targets had been removed as ordered.

Once their cabin reached the bottom again, both men left it in a hurry. When the cabin operator checked the cabin and found the bodies, the men had already vanished in the still pouring rain...

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She was one of the finest field agents that the intelligence agency had ever seen. She was quick with her hands, an expert in stealth operations and fluent in various languages. She was strikingly attractive, which made her the perfect person to spy on heads of state, other agents, male or female, and was skillful in recovering stolen information. She had no known relatives and was therefore essentially unable to be leveraged. She was very thin but with very sexy curvy body. Captivating eyes and long wavy dark hair. Tonight though, despite her exquisite confidence, Ms Marvel was still nervous as she prepared for one of the most dangerous assignments of her career. She has been assigned to recover some top level information from a brutal militia chief in Abuja, central Nigeria.

Ms Marvel stood in front of the mirror in her hotel room as she slipped into the skintight dark blue mini-dress, thigh-high fishnet stockings and stepped into her 4 inch stiletto heels. She looked at herself in the mirror, her thick makeup really exaggerating her incredibly beautiful features, and though she almost never wore this amount of makeup, she knew that to play the role of a seductive high class foreign underworld informant and escort, she had to be overdone.

She took a deep breath in and out and then grabbed the tube of lubricant on the counter next to her. She then grabbed the small tube of sleeping drug and applied the lube, took another deep breath and inserted the tube, closed, into her smoothly shaved vagina. She knew that even if she was searched, no one would stick their hands up inside of her. Lift her skirt, yes, but not inside her. Her assignment was simple, although highly dangerous. One of the most notorious and brutal militia leaders in Nigeria had a great deal of information that he was selling on the black market. The information would lead to the exposure of several hundred covert agents from several different nations along with security protocols that would make the source of the information easily accessible for any criminal. The militia chief had arranged to sell it to an Eastern European criminal who was going to broker it over to the Middle East organizations. The militia chief had negotiated for the information to be exchanged through a mutually agreed upon escort service. He was currently just a few miles away in a secluded villa. Ms Marvel was going to pose as the escort cum informant that he had hired and who was to be the go-between. To add to the level of danger, there was, in fact, a real informant, apparently another operative, who had been hired by the Eastern European criminal, to actually perform the exchange. Ms Marvel's HQ had intercepted the communication and had transferred a time an hour later to the real informant, giving Ms Marvel an hour to seduce and interrogate the militia chief, gather the information and escape before her second obstacle arrived.

As Ms Marvel prepared to exit her hotel room, on the other side of city, Olga Abiola was dressing in almost an identical outfit. As skillful and perhaps even more than Ms Marvel, a Nigerian native, Olga is taller and has a larger, more muscular frame, an afro hair-do, thick pouty lips and her eyes even more intense than her Asian counterpart. She had an hour before she needed to be at her planned destination, knowing the risks that were laid out in front of her, most importantly that she was going into the lion's den with instructions to get the information at all costs. Thoughtfully, she got dressed in her bright red micro-mini dress. Her heels were also bright red.


Ms Marvel looked at the clock on the nightstand as she inserted the encrypted thumb drive into her shaved vagina. She was still a little sweaty as she stood naked over the now drugged and unconscious militia leader. It took her longer than she had planned and now she was in a hurry. She had discarded the empty tube on the large bed and was grabbing her clothes when she heard the door to the outer chamber open. Fortunately, she had planned for this. She had recorded the militia leader's voice as she had come in the room in the same manner, exactly as instructed by the secret service. "Who is it?" said the gruff voice on the recording. She expected it to be one of his bodyguards, but to her dismay, she was wrong.

"Olga, your date!" chirped the other voice...

She had to now take out this woman as well, not necessarily something she had wanted to do, but she realized that this would help her in that she could now frame this woman for the mishap. She allowed the tape to play. "C'mon in!" growled the recorded voice.

Ms Marvel hid, still naked, behind the door as it opened. She caught a glimpse of the other woman as she entered, also naked, like Ms Marvel she had been instructed by the body guards to remove all her clothes before entering their leader’s room. Ms Marvel went to attack, but the other woman had apparently anticipated Ms Marvel's location and flung the door around, forcing Ms Marvel to compensate and suddenly the two women were face to face, both naked, in combat stances.

"Who the fuck are you?" growled Olga as she sized up her foe, a thin, sexy and apparently trained woman. "I ask you the same." came Ms Marvel's retort as she assessed her enemy, one of the first women she had encountered who was as stunning as she was, and she couldn't help but notice that this local Nigerian woman was bigger, about 2 inches taller, 40 or 50 pounds heavier and rather robust.

"Fuck you" hissed Olga...

"Doubt it..." retorted Ms Marvel...

And they attacked. Trained as they were, the first thirty seconds was punches and parries such that neither landed a solid blow, but then Ms Marvel connected nicely with an open palm to the chin and followed with punches to the chest and torso of the big woman, knocking her backwards. Olga recovered quickly though, with a roundhouse kick that Ms Marvel deflected and then the two engaged in an exchange of punches and blocks again. Again though, Ms Marvel connected, a punch squarely on the jaw of her foe, but her follow ups were readily blocked and Olga connected with a kick to the stomach that sent Ms Marvel flying back on her rump.

Although winded, Ms Marvel was quick to her feet but Olga was also quick driving forward with multiple punches that forced Ms Marvel backwards again. The fight was on in earnest...rights and lefts hooks rained down upon Ms Marvel as she was forced backwards. She judged where she was relative to the wall as she blocked the flurry of punches that was pummeling her.

Despite Ms Marvel’s considerable skill, the black woman penetrated Ms Marvel's defenses and successfully landed several punches to her body. As the wall grew closer, Ms Marvel ducked and swept her foot. The big woman wasn't clumsy though, and she leaped over the leg sweep, bringing an elbow crashing down onto Ms Marvel's head as she landed again on her feet. Ms Marvel tumbled from the force of the blow, and her enemy quickly grabbed her by her hair and threw her violently against the wall. The impact winded Ms Marvel and she was slow to react when two successive hard punches landed into the middle of her soft abdomen. Ms Marvel doubled over almost throwing up before she was flung into the bed frame next to them. Ms Marvel grunted uncontrollably as she deftly regained her footing and faced off her mortal foe.

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Lord Santa and the Bad Elves

Starring: Dev, Ed, Fawn, Grace, Hitomi, Julia, Karin, Laura, Linda, Roberta, Stephy, Theodora, Val, Vern, Yzzy, Zoey

Christmas was only a few days away, and when the problem didn't seem to resolve itself, a task force was created to take car of it.
The executive part of said task force was now at the North Pole, hiding behind a frozen bush overlooking the valley from the other side where Santa's toy factory was. Instead of an army a selected few veterans had been chosen to deal with the situation quietly.
Ed was the leader of the group. He was in his fifties, had hazel eyes and short brown hair, and his body was well trained.
Next to him was Vern, another Veteran with green eyes and short hair that started to turn grey, but nevertheless his body was in best shape as well.
Both had countless years of combat experience and had successfully completed missions all over the world already. They were the right men for this job.
The third person lying on the platform behind the frozen bush was Dev, a young man in his early twenties, black eyes and black medium cut hair. He was a psychology major and an expert on hostage negotiations despite his young age. Ed first had refused to take him along as it was way too dangerous but the task force had insisted they would need him in case Santa Claus or any of his helpers would require psychological help. After all Christmas was in danger. And it would look good for the press if anyone should find out what had happened.

Intelligence had found out that Santa Claus had been kidnapped by his cousin Sonny. Sonny, who actually was a woman first but decided to become and live as a man, was always jealous of Santa, and this year he decided to become Santa himself and bring some chaos to the world.
With the help of Santa's rogue Bad Helpers he managed to kidnap Santa and without a leader the Good Helpers turned to him instead. Sonny called himself “Lord Santa”, equipped the Bad Helpers with guns for his protection, started to rule the North Pole and made plans to destroy Christmas.
When Dev first heard this story he had a hard time to believe that Santa Claus, his Helpers and Lord Santa could just be painted in black and white, good and bad. Nothing was that simple.
Yet the task force stated that it was, and the team he was part of had a simple mission. Remove all the Bad Helpers and Lord Santa, rescue Santa Claus and restore order to the toy factories so that Christmas would be as good as everyone expected it to be.

The three took out binoculars and scanned the other side of the valley with a huge frozen lake between their position and one of the toy factories as well as Santa's residence.
The residence had a huge glass front facing the lake and they could look right into it.
Sonny, as Lord Santa, dressed in a red coat and pants, black boots and a face white beard, sat on a wooden throne. Facing him, sitting on his lap with her legs spread around his waist, was a woman with long black hair. She wore red leather high heel boots that went over her knees and a green latex catsuit that was zipped down in front, all the way down to her crotch. Her exposed breasts jiggled with joy as she buckled up and down in Lord Santa's lap and her face, partly covered by black sunglasses, showed happiness while she seemed to shout in pleasure.
Behind them was a huge fireplace and a door, and next to it stood another girl. Her red hair was tied in little pigtails and she watched Lord Santa and the other Helper rather nervous, playing with the huge Uzi Machine Gun in her hands. She was dressed with a red bobble hat, a green tunic that showed a lot of cleavage and ended in a rather short skirt, green low cut boots whose tip was curled upwards and long red and white striped socks that went up above her knees.

Dev was confused.
Both girls looked rather small compared to Lord Santa and something was awkward about their ears as they looked rather pointy.
Ed saw the confusion on his face and couldn't contain himself as he burst into laughter.
“What's your problem kiddo? The fact that they're obviously having sex?”
“No! I mean, yes, but they look so... strange.”
“Of course they do! When you heard all the talk at the briefing about good and bad Helpers, what did you expect? They're elves of course! Santa's Helpers are elves!”
Ed laughed again and slapped Dev on his shoulder.
“We should go while they're distracted.”
Vern packed their stuff. They all wore white long coats, pants and boots, hats and gloves, keeping them warm in the freezing environment. Vern and Ed carried both M4 Assault Rifles with silencers attached. As they got up Vern put a M9 Beretta, also with a silencer, in Dev's hands.
“It's just a precaution. Don't worry Dev, we'll take care of all the bad elves for you, but just in case.”
Dev nodded and looked at the gun. He received some simple lessons at the shooting range prior to this mission but he was hoping he wouldn't need any of it.
The group began their descent down to the frozen lake and across.

Inside of Lord Santa's residence Grace was moaning on top of Lord Santa. He was moaning back at her, his fake white beard tickling her breasts. Grace arched her back and felt her orgasm coming.
At the same time Lord Santa's fake rubber cock squirted loads of cum into her.
Grace slowly reduced her humping speed until she just rested on Lord Santa, panting heavily. She leaned forward and planted a big kiss on Sonny's lips who smiled wickedly back at her.
“You're one evil elf, Grace!” Lord Santa remarked.
“At your service, Lord Santa.”
Grace slipped off his cock and stood down on the floor next to his throne. Her breasts and face glistered with sweat as she zipped the latex catsuit up again. Then her hands signed the redhead elf to step forward.
Zoey slowly stepped forward until she was next to Lord Santa who looked down at her.
“Come Zoey and sit in my lap.”
The little elf put her Uzi on the floor and with a quick motion yanked her panties down from under her skirt and over her boots. Then she climbed up his chair and carefully lowered herself on his exposed fake cock. Her eyes got bigger and she let out a small moan until she fully sank down on it.
“Now Zoey, I believe you came here to tell me you've been a really bad elf?”
Zoey nodded.
“I punched two of the good elves and gave them bloody noses, Lord Santa.”
Grace stepped forward and added to the explanation.
“They made a mess on the candy cane machine and she found it took them too long to fix it. Unfortunately her action just added to the repair time.”
Sonny nodded slowly and stared into Zoey's blue eyes.
“Ho Ho Ho! I like it when my Bad Elves try to be more mean, but messing up our tight schedule is something I don't want to see. You have to be punished for that!”
Zoey gulped. Lord Santa's big hands held her by her waist and he began to lift her up and down again, making his cock slide in and out of her pussy, spreading her tight lips. Zoey felt aroused yet it hurt as the big cock entered her over and over again. She began to moan despite the pain and pleasure as she was fucked by Lord Santa and she knew she was not to resist it.
Her head began to feel light and the pain diminished slowly. Zoey closed her eyes and began to enjoy the big rubber cock in her. She felt her own excitement taking over and her pussy lips became fully wet.
But suddenly she was lifted off the cock and flew across the room as Lord Santa threw her off. She landed hard on her back and before she fully realised what was going on Lord Santa stroked his fake cock once and spat cum in her direction, splashing it on her tunic.
Zoey looked confused at him as she slowly got back on her feet.
“You've been a really bad elf today, Zoey. But I want you to go back at your post, wearing my sign of embarrassment. It should teach you not to do something again that messes up my plans yet tell the others to obey you as well. Now go!”
“Yes Lord Santa! I'm your devoted servant.”
She didn't look up once as she walked past him, got her panties back on, grabbed the Uzi and left the residence to go back to the toy factory she was posted at.
On her way out she passed by another evil elf with short black hair that was dressed in the same green latex catsuit like Grace had. Roberta slapped Zoey on her bum and chuckled. Zoey kept on walking but turned her face once and saw that Roberta licked her lips and blew her a kiss.

The task force trio was close to the toy factory when they saw one of the bad elves walking patrol. She had long brown hair and wore a red bobble hat, green tunic and little green boots with long red and white striped socks, the same outfit the one elf had they saw inside Lord Santa's residence before. Dev figured those where his foot soldiers while the ones with the green catsuits would be his officers or something like that.
The bad elf guard didn't seem to notice them as she kept staring at the horizon seemingly absent-minded.
“I got this.” Ed said and sneaked up to her slowly.
He flung his M4 rifle around his shoulder so he had both hands free. Standing behind the little elf he positioned one hand between her legs and the other one over her shoulder. Those elves really had been small, she only reached to his belly.
Then he grabbed her. She weight almost nothing, just as Ed had suspected, and he easily lifted her up in the air. In her surprise Stephy could only yelp for a second before she was turned upside down and plunged head first into the snow.
She was stuck from head to waist in the snow, only her hands and her long legs sticking out. Her legs kicked helplessly as she tried to come free.
Ed slowly walked back to the others, a cheerful smile on his face.
“That was fun! Shouldn't take too long now. Let's go, unless you want to watch some more.”
They proceeded towards the factory and began to circle it. Dev stopped for a moment and looked back to Stephy's legs sticking out of the snow. Her kicks came to a halt and he saw a dark stain spreading on her exposed panties and her skirt down towards the snow. Then he turned to follow Ed and Vern.

Vern silently made a sign for them to stop. There was a little observation platform made of wooden logs, about ten feet tall. Two bad elves stood on it with black shoulder long hair. They had Asian facial features if you could say so about elves, and chatted with each other.
Vern took his M4 and aimed carefully.
He hit the rope that held the logs in place and as it snapped the whole construction began to wobble and fell apart. The one Asian bad elf, Hitomi, shoved Theodora away from her, climbed on the railing and jumped from the tower. On her way down her body twitched twice as Vern put two rounds in her and when she landed in the snow she didn't move anymore at all.
The other elf, Theodora, panicked on the tower and tried to hold onto the railing as the floor below her collapsed. She lost her grip and fell down but landed softly on the snow. For a moment she thought she was safe and began to crawl away, as the whole platform collapsed and dozens of heavy wooden logs crashed down on her.
Dev could see her face, upper body and arms crawling. Then she arched her back and her eyes almost popped out as the heavy logs hit her. Several seconds later the platform was destroyed and Theodora didn't move anymore either.
Vern turned to Ed and Dev and gave them a thumbs up.

The group entered the factory on the upper level. Vern and Ed turned on their laser pointers. Ed turned to Dev.
“Alright kiddo. We'll take care of the first guards, then we'll head straight for the residence. You stay here and look after the good elves. And don't worry about any remaining bad elves, they'll be taken care of for sure.”
“But... how? I thought the good elves don't fight?” Dev looked puzzled.
Vern made a funny face and continued Eds explanation.
“I know they told us at the briefing that there's good and bad elves, but believe me. It's not that simple.”
“I knew it!” Dev muttered.
“Once the good elves see their oppressors are taken out, they'll rebel. There might be some unfortunate killings but the good elves will be victorious, after all they outnumber the bad elves by far.” Ed finished.
Dev nodded slowly but tightened the grip around his Beretta pistol.
They proceeded carefully until they reached the big factory hall and looked down, seeing conveyors, little cranes and other machines, and lots of elves. And most of them where male. They looked almost like the bad elves they met outside with the difference that their hats had been green instead of red.

“It suits you Zoey!” Karin said with a laugh, pointing at the cum splash on Zoey's green tunic.
She and Zoey stood on a catwalk above the main hall. Unlike Zoey, Karin also wore red high heel boots and the green catsuit. Zoey blushed at Karin's words.
“I like it. And I like it even more if bad elves turn really bad. Do it a few times again and maybe Lord Santa will make you an evil elf like me as well.”
Karin laughed and her red curly hair waved around her head. Then she leaned forward and planted a kiss on Zoey's lips. Zoey blushed even more, her mouth agape.
“You're cute when you do that. I hope I'll see you tonight!”
Karin chuckled and turned around, starting to walk down the catwalk.
At that moment Zoey saw it. She raised her hand and shouted.
“Ma'am! There is a... a red dot on your forehead!”
Karin turned confused.
“A wha-”
There was a popping sound and Karin's body jerked, her feet getting lifted off the ground a few inch. Her body described an arch as she flew through the air and landed dead with a hole in her head at Zoey's feet.
Zoey looked puzzled for a moment before she snapped out of it.
“Alarm! We're being attacked!”
She fired her Uzi blindly at the stairs Karin was heading for without seeing anyone.

“Good shot!” Vern noted.
“Now the real fun begins!” Ed shouted.
The good elves in the hall below them looked around confused as the scream and gunfire sounded.
Ed spotted only a few bad elves in the hall, but one evil elf remained on the opposite of the hall, on a catwalk. Her green latex catsuit and blond hair was hard to miss. Laura saw them as well and holding her Uzi sideways she opened fire.
Dev and the others ducked as bullets banged into the walls around them but none hit. Laura emptied her whole clip and began reloading.
Ed took the chance to open counter-fire. With precise shots he hit Laura several times in her chest. The evil blonde elf held tight to her Uzi with one hand and fired a burst while she grabbed the railing with the other and fell over it, landing head first in a pile of already packed presents.

Below them Vern saw one of the good elves pushing a bad elf with brown curly hair who just began aiming at them.
Yzzy screamed as she tripped and fell down onto the conveyor, landing between various toy cars that slowly moved downwards. Lying on her back she looked up to the good elf that had pushed her. He smiled wickedly and just as Yzzy raised her Uzi to make him pay she heard the loud stomping.
Turning her head to her left she saw the packaging machine. Yzzy froze in panic and couldn't move anymore. The good elf watched as Yzzy entered the packaging machine. A loud stomp and crunching noise followed and out on the other side came a dead and slightly crunched Yzzy with a red bow on her forehead.
Several of the good elves began to cheer.
Ed and Vern looked at each other and nodded. Vern gave Dev a slight pat on his back and they both left the factory again, heading for the residence.

Dev watched from above as three more bad elves with their green tunics and Uzi's in hand ran around the factory.
Bad elf Julia had long brown hair and was sprinting towards the conveyor to check on Yzzy as one of the good elves stopped her midway by smacking a large candy cane in her belly. Her Uzi went flying as she toppled over the cane and landed face first on the ground. She rolled on her back and just escaped another blow with a cane that crashed right next to her into the ground.
Julia jumped back to her feet and spun around, her long leg kicking at the good elf. He ducked just in time and a second elf grabbed Julia's extended foot with another cane, pulled it hard. Julia lost her balance and went flying to the ground once more. Before she could get up again the first elf hammered his candy cane down on her, hitting Julia hard on her back. She grunted and arched her back in pain just to receive another blow against her head. The good elves continued to hit her even though she wasn't moving or screaming anymore.

Meanwhile bad elf Fawn was running towards Yzzy from the other side. As she reached the trench with the conveyor and looked down into it, one of the good elves quickly spun a red ribbon, hanging from the ceiling, around her neck and gave her a good shove.
Fawn stumbled and fell into the trench only to be caught by the ribbon around her neck that that straightened and by the quick motion hitched on a roll above, a security measure usually build in to avoid accidents. Fawn hung above the conveyor unable to reach the ground or the sides of the trench with her feet. She dangled helplessly, tried to release the ribbon around her neck but it was too tight. In her panic she lifted her Uzi and fired a burst into the direction with the good elves that had shoved her. But the good elves had made way already for another bad elf that ran for Fawn.
Linda was hit by a bullet in her left leg, screamed and fell to the ground. Fawn panicked from the scream and dropped her Uzi and went with both hands for the ribbon. In her struggle for air she watched as a dozen good elves jumped on the screaming Linda on the ground and the brown haired elf's body quickly vanished under a pile of good elves. Pinned down Linda was unable to move as one of the male good elves stepped up to her face and leaned down, pulled her red bobble hat off and stroked her long hair softly.
Without a word he then shoved several sweets into her gaping mouth. Linda knew they were poisoned and she tried to spit them out, but the good elf put his hand on her lips and forced her to chew on them. She immediately felt the effect has her vision began to blur and she felt hot. Her face turned blue and she arched her neck a last time to look towards the hanging Fawn. But Fawn was already dangling lifeless from the red ribbon.
Linda's body buckled up one last time and she too became a lifeless body. Her eyes rolled back and she lay motionless, her mouth agape with half chewed sweets in it, while a dozen male elves lay on top of her, keeping her down and watching how she died.

Dev watched the whole scenery unfold from above and almost felt pity for the bad elves getting killed like that. He now knew for certain that the simple good and bad elves idea was wrong, as those good elves clearly didn't even try to capture the bad elves.
Wondering about how he might use what he had just seen for his new study he suddenly heard a yelping pain cry from above the stairs. Dev held onto his pistol tightly and carefully went up the stairs.
He found a female bad elf, clearly indicated by the red bobble hat, with red pigtails sitting on her knees, rubbing her right wrist. Her Uzi lay a few feet away. She was surrounded by about ten good elves, one of them holding a large candy cane. Dev stepped in front of the bad elf and all the elves looked up to him.
“What's going on here?” Dev asked.
The elf with the candy cane was first to answer.
“This one here is with Lord Santa. She needs to be punished for all the evil things she has done, before she might do more harm.”
Dev stood in front of the redhead elf and looked down to her. She looked up to him, her blue eyes a little watery.
“Please good Sir! I'm sorry for all I have done. I've been bewitched by Lord Santa! I can change. Please take me with you. I could serve you. Become your personal servant, your house elf. Please take me with you, good Sir!”
Her begging voice was like a melody in Dev's ears. It filled his mind and he was unable to react as the elf reached her hands out and unzipped his pants.
“Let me show you how I can serve you best, good Sir.”
Dev couldn't argue. He wanted to deny but no words came out of his mouth. He just closed his eyes and felt the sensation as the elf licked his stiff cock and sucked on it with her sweet lips. Dev blinked a few times and saw the good elves standing around him, all of them just standing and watching. He was embarrassed yet at the same time he didn't care. The sensation grew and Dev felt that he'd cum any moment.
His clouded mind became crystal clear as someone shouted 'Watch out'. He looked down and saw the redhead elf pulling out a little knife from her boot and struck out to stab him. Dev fired his pistol and the elf's body in front of him jerked back. Dev fired again. And again.
Just as the elf's lips slipped off his cock, Dev came. The girl fell backwards and hit the floor, and a second later Dev's cum splashed on her face. Her blue-grey stared upwards without focus, her back arched a final time, then she collapsed entirely.
It took Dev a few moments to catch his breath as he realised what had just happened. The good elves around him where just standing there. Dev pulled his pants up again and looked around as the one with the candy cane spoke again.
“Thank you for your help, Mister. You should go and look after your friends. And don't worry, we'll take care of her and the others.”
Dev nodded slowly and began to walk to the next door. He noticed that all the elves that stood around him before had huge bulges in their pants. Nothing was just black and white, Dev thought.

Outside of Lord Santa's residence the two evil elves in their green catsuits, Grace and Roberta, embraced deeply in a passionate kiss. Despite the cold surrounding both obviously haven't been affected by the icy air as they got the zippers of their suits all the way down, exposing their breasts, bellies and crotches. Roberta's hand was on Grace's stiff breast while the other was between her legs. Grace's hands had been between Roberta's legs and the other behind her neck, keeping her close to Grace.
Both didn't notice Vern and Ed approaching until they had been close enough to hear the moaning of the evil elves. Roberta had her back to them but Grace saw movement and released her hand from Roberta's neck to reach for the Uzi leaned against the wall. Roberta felt something was wrong and pushed her finger deep inside of Grace's pussy while Grace did the same to her. Then she fired her Uzi at Vern and Ed who easily dodged the badly placed shots.
The men knelt and returned fire in single shots. Each of them hit Grace and Roberta in their heads. The moaning elves collapsed at the stairs to the residence on top of each other, their hands still stuck between the others legs. As Ed and Vern stepped closer they saw glistening fluids dripping on the white snow.

Lord Santa was awaiting the intruders already as they opened the door. Dressed in his red robe he stood with a wide stance, holding a M60 machine gun at his hip.
“Ho Ho Ho!”
He pulled the trigger and sprayed dozens of bullets at the door. Vern and Ed evaded by jumping behind some benches just in time before the door got perforated. Lord Santa ceased fire for a moment.
“I heard you've been naughty boys!”
Then he opened fire again and perforated the benches, splinters of wood raining down on the men. Then Lord Santa stopped again and took a step towards the bench.
Vern crouched and made a somersault forward to another bench, only to be followed by yet another hail of bullets that riddled the second bench as well.
“Fuck, we're pinned down!” Ed shouted towards Vern.
Then their earpieces came to live.
“Don't worry lads, I got your bums covered! But you really should have waited for me in first place.”
It was the female voice of Val. She lay behind the bush the others had first entered the valley, her M24 sniper rifle ready. She aimed carefully at the mad Lord Santa firing, exhaled and pulled the trigger.
The bullet pierced the window front of the Residence and hit Lord Santa right in his head. He stumbled to the side, turned towards the window and continued firing his M60, bursting the glass front. Then he dropped the gun and like a chicken without a head he stumbled forward and jumped out of the broken window.
Val watched as he crashed on the icy lake with his back and began to skid across it.
Vern and Ed walked to the window and looked down. Dev joined them just in time as Lord Santa stopped moving.
“Thanks Val.” Ed mumbled in his microphone.
“Any time lads!” Val responded cheerful.

After searching the residence they quickly found the real Santa locked up in a room and released him. Preparations for Christmas continued as normal and quickened by the recent events the good elves managed to produce all the toys needed by Santa Claus to make a Happy Christmas.
The actual events of course never went public and no one, not even his team members on the mission, believed Dev when he insisted that the motivations behind the events had not just been good and evil but shades of grey. But it didn't matter. The good ones won.

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The Safe
A girls only story and written in first person!
Featuring: Alyssa, Emma, Fawn, Grace, Heather, Julia, Karin, Laura, Miss Jones, Roberta, Sinaris, Stephy and myself :)

I feel hot. My panties are soaked wet and my hard nipples poke clearly visible against the soft cloth of the low cut chest area of my dress. It's a black maid dress with white laces, a white headpiece and a white apron. But the skirt of the dress and the apron are so short, from a low angle it doesn't keep anyone from seeing my white panties. The outfit is completed with black stockings and black high-heel pumps. Wearing bras had been forbidden.
I've tied my red hair in two pigtails, I found it looked even more cute combined with the already adorable outfit. And I wasn't alone with my opinion.

I was working for Miss Jones for only week now. It was an easy job, being a security guard for her company which deals with antiques or something. It was a ladies only office and me and the other guards had to dress as maids while the office ladies had to dress in fancy suits with very short skirts as well. I couldn't help but get randy all the time.
Miss Jones mostly dealt with male clients and she said the outfits helped to make good deals. Also every time some of the girls, both from the office and the guards, went with the clients into her own office to close the deals. I wasn't in there at such times yet, but I could hear through the door what went on inside.
The only downside was that heavy gun I had to carry, in case any bad people would try to steal something. It was a German Heckler & Koch UMP, the best you could buy for money I had been told. It didn't really matter to me how much this gun costs, but that in my first week I had already abused the butt of the gun three times to masturbate...

I'm standing in Miss Jones' office now. She wears a red latex dress with a big black belt, showing off every curve of her beautiful shaped body. She was only a couple of years older than me as well, in fact almost everyone working for Miss Jones was in her mid-twenties. Her blonde shoulder long hair partly hangs in her face as she talks angrily to me and Heather, who's standing next to me.
Heather's wearing the maid outfit like me, with her light brown hair in a ponytail. It's late and the office is already closed officially so we had some fun on one of the office desks. Unfortunately Miss Jones found us and wasn't amused as she dragged us back to her office, scolding us for our behaviour.
I can see that Heather is blushing like me and her eyes tell me that her mind is elsewhere, probably still thinking about me...

Miss Jones finishes her speech.
“... so get back on your posts. I expect some gentlemen in about an hour to make a very lucrative deal. And I want you to have a sharp eye on things until then. Get out!”
Heather and me turn around and head for the door.
“Zoey, wait!” Miss Jones calls me back.
I stand still and turn back around, hear as Heather closes the door behind her.
Miss Jones walks up to me, her hip shaking perfectly. She stands in front of me, close. I have to look up as she is a head taller than me.
Suddenly I feel her hand under my skirt, two fingers pushing against my wet panties. I bite my lower lip but let out a soft moan. Miss Jones chuckles.
“Zoey, I want you in here. When the gentlemen arrive to make the deal, make sure they're comfortable. Don't talk to them, just use your lovely lips. You understand me?”
I nod, hoping she might push her fingers deeper. But she just pulls them back.
“Good! Now get out of here and don't mess around until my clients arrive!”
I take a step backwards and notice how dry my throat is.
“Yes Miss Jones!”
I know she stares at me until I close the door to her office behind me. Then I exhale deeply.

Alyssa is in the security room. She's about my age but she's like a giant next to me, more than a head taller. But she has lovely red curls that fit perfectly with her maid uniform. As I enter she stares at the monitors of the observation cameras but looks up and smiles at me.
“Zoey honey, how lovely of you to join me. It's boring in here. But you and Heather gave me something good to look at, haha! Hey, do you want to see what Stephy is doing right now? You'll like it, here have a look at this screen.”
I blush again but walk over to her. As we both turn to watch the screen, Stephy isn't alone anymore.

Behind her stands a young woman with short black curly hair dressed in a black catsuit. She's holding a thin wire in her hands, wrapped around Stephy's throat. Stephy struggles, trying to get her fingers under the wire. Her movements get weaker, her head leaned back against the shoulder of her attacker, her eyes wide and her mouth wide opened.
While I stare at the screen, feeling a weird sensation of arousal, Alyssa looks surprised and picks up the radio. Everyone of us got a little receiver in our ear and I hear her voice through it as well.
“Emma! Emma, get to Stephy now, she's three rooms to your left. There's an assassin on her back. Help her, quick!”
I keep staring at the screen, my left hand slowly wandering between my legs. Close my eyes for a second. Imagine it is me being strangled and absurdly it arouses me even more. Slowly I rub my fingers against the fabric of my panties...
“There she is! Go get her Emma!” Alyssa shouts.
I open my eyes to see Emma with her brown long hair appear behind Sinaris, the girl with the black curly hair. Emma wraps her arms around Sinaris' neck who still has hers around Stephy. Now the girl in the dark catsuit is sandwiched between the two maids. She releases Stephy to dig her fingers into Emma's arms and Stephy slowly slides lifeless to the ground.
Emma and Sinaris dance around the room but Emma keeps her arms locked around Sinaris' neck who struggles in her hold but clearly begins to get weaker.
“Ohhh... my god...”
I try to conceal a moan as the fabric of my panties rubs over my clit. My thoughts race between pleasure and the idea of me being a psycho who masturbates while watching two girls fight for their lives.
I moan again quietly but it feels really loud. But Alyssa sitting on her chair in front of me doesn't seem to notice, she stares at the screen, her fingers digging into the radio in her hands from the tension. I look at the screen again and see how the black haired girl drops her arms limp at her sides, Emma still holding her. Stephy lying at her feet.
Then an even darker spot grows on her black catsuit at her crotch. My mind goes crazy. I close my eyes and moan.
“Ohhh... noooo....”
I squirt in my panties! I blush, feeling hot. Ashamed. I blink. But Alyssa didn't notice.
Instead she screams into the radio.
“Heather watch out! Behind you! Oh god, no!”

My mind clears up in a second as I see Heather in her maid costume on another screen. She just turns around to face another woman behind her, long black hair and also dressed in a black catsuit.
Heathers head jerks back, her face turns pale and her eyes roll up. The hilt of a knife sticks out of her chest, right between her breasts!
She grabs it with her hands but can't pull it out. Then she collapses on her back on the floor. The woman with the long brown hair leans down to her...
“Shit! Zoey, we have to help her!”
Alyssa jumps out of her seat, grabs her gun and rushes past me. I stare at the screen for a moment, seeing how the catsuit lady kneels over Heather, her hands moving over Heathers skin.
I shake my head, take my gun in both hands and run after Alyssa.

She arrives first and raises her gun, aiming at the intruder. The girl with the black hair still kneels over Heather's body, her black spandex catsuit covered butt pointing at us.
“Get away from her! Get away I said!”
Alyssa shouts at the girl as I stand next to her.
Suddenly the assassins head jerks around as well as her hand and before either of us can react Alyssa next to me let's out a deep groan.
I look over to her and see the knife sticking in her chest. Her eyes roll back and she collapses on the floor right behind Heather. Her hips point upwards and I see her white panties under her short skirt.
My view wanders back to the assassin, still kneeling over Heather, smiling wickedly at me.
Before I can think clearly I let out a scream and charge forward, smacking the back of her neck with the butt of my UMP rifle.
The catsuit lady drops on Heather and coughs. I position myself, standing above her, shouting confused:
“Give up or I will shoot you!”
The answer follows immediately as a swift kick from her heeled boots makes my gun fly away. Another kick follows into my stomach and I stumble backwards and hit the wall.
Catching my breath I see as the catsuit lady jumps on her feet, moving gracefully closer to me.
“I'm Mademoiselle Julia... or let's say your worst nightmare!”
Her right knee lifts up and hits me in my stomach again. I cringe and lean against the wall, gasping for air. Julia walks in a slow circle around Heather's body, shrugging.
“You little maids are no match for me. If you behave and lead me to your boss, I might just let you live.”
My right hand forms a fist and I step forward, throwing a punch right at her face, hitting her jaw. I see the confusion and pain on her face and claw my fingers into the fabric of her catsuit at her neck, trying to pull her past me and into the wall.
But instead the fabric rips apart and I tear her left arm and half the torso off her catsuit, exposing her naked skin and breasts underneath. While I stare at her half naked body she curses.
“Merde! Vous petite salope!”
Her right leg darts up and her leather boot hits me right in my face. I see stars and topple over, landing with my back right on top of Heather's soft body.
Julia jumps down on me, kneeling on my arms pinning me down. I see her breasts jiggling, then her angry face with her brown eyes. Then my air gets cut off as her hands wrap around my throat!
Helplessly I'm trying to push her off, but I can't get any leverage lying with my back on Heather and my arms pinned down.
I'm beginning to feel dizzy and see stars as suddenly Julia jerks aside and gets thrown off me.
Emma appeared and kicked her right in her stomach!
I gasp for air and cough, and by the time I manage to get up again Emma just handcuffs Julia with her hands behind her back. She looks at me as I get up.
“Zoey! Damn, are you okay? This bitch and her friend almost got us!”
I nod slowly, seeing how Julia still has a wicked smile on her face as Emma pulls her up by her arms.
“We should take her to Miss Jones immediately. I don't think this is the meeting she was talking about...”
Emma nods as well and we get moving, leaving the bodies of Heather and Alyssa behind. Julia turns her head around to me.
“Oh yes, let's meet your boss. This should be fun!”
I don't like that wicked smile on her face. Emma pushes Julia forward, down the hall.

The door to Miss Jones' office is closed but we hear muffled sounds coming from behind it. Emma quickly opens the door and we see Miss Jones behind her desk, a thin wire around her neck. She tries to get her fingers under it.
The woman holding the wire standing behind Miss Jones is in her early thirties and with a black ponytail. She's also dressed in a black catsuit like the other two assassins.
“Miss Jones!”
Emma screams and runs into the room. I push Julia inside as well and run past her but she trips me. I feel my feet lift off the ground as I fly across the room. Everything happens in slow motion.
In front of me, behind the large wooden desk stands Miss Jones. Her face strained as she struggles to keep the assassin Fawn behind her from strangling her. Emma stops next to the table, fumbling with her UMP rifle, obviously not sure what to do.
My head tilts back and I see the extended leg of Julia, her black heeled boot sticking out. A smirk on her face as she watches me fall.
Then I hit the floor but it's not too bad as I land on the soft carpet in front of the desk. I roll on my back, confused I search with my eyes and hands for my gun.
Suddenly Miss Jones throws Fawn over her back and Fawn crashes down on the large wooden desk. Several papers, pens and a glass of wine fall down around me, followed by Fawn's legs covered by her black high-heels that dangle over the edge of the desk.
Miss Jones draws her Beretta pistol and fires, hitting Fawn in her chest. Fawn's legs jerk up and fall back down, her heels clacking against the wooden desk.
Miss Jones waits a moment and I hear a groan from the desk.
The high-heel boots above my head jerk two more times up and down, then it gets silent for a moment.

I roll on my front and push myself up slowly.
Fawn lies dead on Miss Jones's table which looks like a mess. Miss Jones herself stands behind it, Beretta in her right hand. She pants heavily.
Emma is to my left, looking around confused and shocked with her UMP rifle in her hands. Julia is behind me, still cuffed, but her wicked smile has faded slightly. I see my own rifle a few feet to my right and stagger over to it and pick it up.
As I turn back around Emma still looks confused but Miss Jones has walked around her desk, staring at Julia. I try my best to be professional and go at Julia's left side, grabbing her arm.
Miss Jones arches her back and neck, a red stain showing where she just had been chocked. She tilts her head to the sides making cracking sounds, then puts her hands behind her back, still holding Beretta pistol, and stares annoyed at Julia.
“Care to explain to me who you and that bitch on my desk is, and why you try to kill me?”
Julia smirks and shrugs.
“We know of your little deal tonight and thought to take the things away from you. Looks like it didn't work out that way.”
Miss Jones frowns and shouts angry:
“How do you know about this deal?”
Julia shakes her head slowly and chuckles.
“What do you think? Your petit maid Zoey told us of course.”

I felt my jaw drop and all colour fading from my face. Julia winks at me.
“What? No! No no no, I have no idea what she is talking about! I never told anyone Miss Jones, she is lying, I don't-” BANG!
My ears ring. My head spins. A sharp pain in my belly. I press my left hand on it, pull it back... bloody! I look up. Miss Jones aims her Beretta at me, a small trail of smoke emerging the barrel.
My knees feel weak. I loose the grip on my UMP rifle and press both of my hands on my belly wound. Julia blows me a kiss with her lips and I stagger backwards and fall, landing hard on my butt. I drop back on the floor, hear myself panting hard as I look up to the others.
Julia looks back at Miss Jones and smiles mischievous.
“Oops! I was just joking! Sorry, you just shot one of your good petit maids.”
Miss Jones rolls her eyes and holsters the pistol in her belt and snorts.
“I don't give a flying fuck! Sluts like her I can always recruit! But what really annoys me are people who try to steal my stuff!”
She makes a step forward, lifts her hands up, one on Julia's chin, the other on her forehead. With one swift motion accompanied by a loud cracking sound she snaps Julia's neck.
Julia drops lifeless to the ground and doesn't move anymore. I close my eyes and try to breathe normally but it really hurts in my belly, but get interrupted right away as Miss Jones shouts angrily and points at me:
“Fuck! Emma! Get her out of here! She's bleeding on my carpet! Damn! Now the other bitch is leaving a stain as well!”
Furious she turns around and walks to her table. I see Emma's confused face as she tries to decide what to do.

The door to the office opens. I arch my neck and see two women enter, both dressed in black leather leotards, tights and boots. One of them, a redhead with curly hair carries a silenced MAC-10 while the other, a blonde, has a taser gun.
The redhead Karin laughs as she sees the scene.
“Laura, it looks like we missed the big party! Let's collect the remains, shall we?”
Miss Jones and Emma turn towards them, getting their guns up, but the newcomers are faster.
Karin fires her MAC-10 from her outstretched arm, putting several bullets into Emma who staggers backwards against the wall. Her finger cringes around the trigger of her UMP and she sprays her whole magazine into the ceiling before she drops dead on the ground.
Laura fires her taser at Miss Jones, hitting her right on her breasts. A buzzing sound appears as Miss Jones jerks around, but she had already drawn her Beretta pistol. Through her jerking she fires her gun several times and hits Laura who collapses on the floor as well, but her finger stays on the trigger of the taser. Miss Jones continues to jerk in front of her desk and it feels like an eternity for me until the batteries of the taser run dry and Miss Jones' body twitches a few last times before she slumps down against the desk, her back between the legs of Fawn.
Her eyes are open wide, her blond hair a spiky mess. Smoke comes from her gaping mouth.
Karin curses and checks Laura's pulse who's lying on her side, two gunshot wounds in her chest. It seems like she's already dead. I hear myself groan in pain as my body twitches and I roll my head back, looking up to the ceiling full of bullet holes from Emma's shooting.

Karin appears in my sight, kneeling next to me.
“You... don't die yet! Tell me where the safe is!”
My head spins and I have no idea what she is talking about. I only feel the warm blood on my belly and my maid uniform soaking it up.
“I... I don't know... I have never seen it... I swear!” I croak.
She slaps her hand on her leg and curses.
“Fuck! I knew it was a bad idea to come here without knowing all the details!”
She turns her head to look at Laura and curses again, then turns back to me and puts barrel of her MAC-10 against my head.
“She has a safe in this room! Tell me. I know you girls are in here with her clients all the time. Tell me now!”

I want to sob but I can't. I slowly shake my head and close just my eyes as suddenly another female voice speaks.
“I could tell you.”
I look up and see two more women standing in the door. Both dressed in black leather catsuits. One of them very tall with long black hair and sunglasses. The other one is smaller with short cropped raven hair.
Karin jerks around surprised.
“Grace! Roberta! What the hell are you doing here?”
Grace shakes her head slowly and adjusts her sunglasses with a gloved hand.
“Karin, what's with your language? Well I guess our both organisations got the same hint, only we gathered some more information than you. But I think I'm not going to tell you.”
Karin jumps to her feet, her MAC-10 hand going up but Grace is faster.
She pulls a silenced Beretta from the holster at her leg and fires a single shot, hitting Karin right between her eyes. The redhead rolls her eyes up and collapses dead at my feet.

Grace nudges towards Roberta.
“That painting behind her desk Roby. Hurry, we don't have much time left before Miss Jones' real meeting is supposed to happen.”
The woman with the short hair hurries across the room but careful not to step on one of the many bodies lying around. I see her taking the painting off the wall, a lone tree on a field, and behind it the door of a safe is hidden. From her bag Roberta takes out several small explosives and carefully places them on the door.
Meanwhile Grace walks over to me.
“Ohh, poor you. Did you get shot? That probably hurts a lot, doesn't it?”
She pokes my wound with the silencer of her gun and I yelp loudly just the second as the safe door explodes!

I feel really dizzy already and my vision starts to become blurry.
Roberta quickly puts several objects from the safe in her bag but I can't see what they are. Then she stalks back across the room around the bodies, but suddenly Grace raises her pistol.
One bullet right between Roberta's the eyes.
The Italian woman crosses her eyes, drops on her knees and falls face first on the carpet. Grace turns her head towards me and adjusts her sunglasses again.
“I really don't like sharing my loot. And another body won't stand out in this mess either. I know she would've done the same to me later. It's so hard to find good partners.”
With that she picks up the bag from Roberta and comes back to me.
Looking down at me from she smirks. I only see the barrel of her silencer pointed at my face.
“Sorry honey, but I also don't like witnesses who might survive this.”
I close my eyes as my vision fades anyway...

I feel no more pain. I only hear the loud sound of a gunshot. A loud one, not a silent one... something drops on my chest. Soft... I feel a warm exhaling breath on my skin... muffled voices...

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For my friend Ed. Since our birthdays are so close together, I mixed that a little bit. Karin had the main idea for this story. Here's how Ed actually saved my own birthday party!
Happy Birthday Ed! :)

Ed heard the noise from outside the apartment already. The shrieking of young girls. He looked from the illuminated windows to the sign on the door. It was the right address.
The sun was setting down, soon it would be dark. The sky was filled with dark clouds and the roads still wet from the rain earlier the day. It was true what they said. In London it was raining all the time.
He pulled his hands out of the pockets of his long trench coat and immediately felt the chilly air on his skin. Something around 10°C. He rang the doorbell.
The laughing from inside continued but after a moment a young girl opened the door. She had long brown hair and wore way too much make-up that made her look around 30. She looked up to Ed and raised an eyebrow.
“Are you Mr. Ed?”
Ed nodded slightly.
“That's me. Miss Amber I assume?”
“Neat! You look better then I imagined. Wait here for a minute, we're almost ready to go. Oh, and please keep yourself in the background. We don't want Zoey worry too much, 'right?”
“Of course, just as we discussed it on the phone.”
The door closed in front of him and Ed went back to wait on the walkway. It was an odd assignment for Ed. He was a private detective and had seen a lot of things in his years, but this one was somewhat different. A girl, Zoey, was threatened to be assassinated on her twentieth birthday. Apparently she had spent quite a lot of time on a website called FetNoir and after she didn't invite some of the members there, they threatened to have her removed. It all sounded very silly, but Zoey's friends got worried and had hired Ed to serve as a bodyguard for the night while they went out to party.
It all sounded like an internet joke and Ed didn't expect any trouble at all. But you never knew, and Ed had packed his .40 Sig Pistol, hidden inside the large pockets of his trench coat.

The door opened again and a group of seven girls got out. They all chattered loudly and got tarted up for the night. Some of them wore skirts! Ed wondered if they hadn't been affected by the chilly air, but he noticed they at least wore tights. One of them was his assignment. Zoey, a girl with red hair in a ponytail. She had a light blue rain jacket, easy to spot among her friends and already looked slightly tipsy.
As they passed him Zoey looked up to Ed.
“Hey... don't I know you from somewhere?”
“I doubt that we've met before. But Happy Birthday Miss Zoey.”
The girl Amber linked arms with Zoey and pulled her down the walkway.
“Amber, is the man coming with us to the party?”
“That's Mr. Ed, Zoey. Don't mind him, he's just here to watch out.”
The girls continued down the road. Ed slowly walked behind them in some distance, keeping a sharp eye on the roads and alleys.

But nothing happened at all until they reached their destination. It looked like a traditional British pub. The girls all hurried inside and began ordering all sorts of drinks. Ed sat down at the bar, ordered ale and took several sips. The shrieking of the girls was worse inside then outside. There was several other patrons here and some already looked annoyed, but none seemed threatening.
Time passed and it felt to Ed like the party girls got louder and more drunk with every minute. He already was annoyed of himself that he had accepted the job.

Then he caught a glimpse behind in a back room where a waiter prepared what looked like a birthday cake. And suddenly the waiter vanished and a moment later a woman in her mid-forties with short black hair appeared. She looked Italian.
Ed slowly got up from his bar stool and slowly walked over to the room. It was rather small, like a private back room with only a single table and some chairs around it. The cake was on the table and the woman had her back turned to Ed while she was preparing something. Ed closed the door behind him as he entered and the surprised woman jerked around. She wore black high heels, a pleated black skirt and a cream coloured wool sweater.
“Mamma mia! Tu chi sei? I mean, Sir, you startled me! Can I help you?”
Ed slowly stepped closer.
“That's a nice cake. Is it for the birthday girl outside?”
Roberta stared at him and tried to hide something behind her back.
“Cake? Yes, the cake. Yes, for the birthday. I need to finish decorating it. Would you excuse me signore?”
The cake looked quite finished to Ed. But the woman was really nervous because of his presence. And her Italian didn't fit in this English pub at all.
Roberta looked from Ed to the closed door, then behind the table and back at Ed, while she slowly lowered one of her hands, lifting her skirt.
Ed stepped forward and pushed Roberta's hand away, then grabbed the other hand from behind her back and pulled it in front of him. She held a tiny ampoule. Ed swiftly took it away from her.
“Now what do we have here? Is that the spice for the cake?”
“Accidenti! Give it back to me!”
Roberta took a step back and quickly pulled a silenced pistol from under her skirt. But Ed had already seen the shape of it pressed against the skirt before and was prepared. With his right hand he grabbed the pistol and held the hammer in position. With his left he popped the ampoule open and poured the content right into Roberta's gaping mouth.
She was coughing and tried to push Ed away who held her close to himself with his left arm wrapped around her back. Roberta got weaker in his hold, her face slowly turned blue as if she was choking. Finally her tongue rolled out of her mouth and her eyes stood wide open.
Ed sat her down on one of the chairs. Her upper body fell forward and her face landed on the table. Ed shrugged and looked around.
Behind the table lay the man he had seen before. Ed quickly checked his pulse and noticed the man was just unconscious. Then he saw a little knob inside Roberta's ear. He put it inside his own but heard nothing.

It was time to return to the party. He looked one last time at the Italian woman then picked up the cake from the table and left the room, closing the door behind him again.
The shrieking of the girls became even louder than before as Ed put the cake on a table between them.
Suddenly the radio in his ear came to life.
“Roberta? Roberta, what's wrong? Why's the old man bringing the cake and not you? Is it prepared?”
Ed looked around casually and spotted a tall woman with long black hair, a black dress and black boots standing on the edge of the stairs leading to the upper floor. She even wore black sunglasses, which looked even more suspicious in the low light of the pub. She was frantically speaking to her wrist watch.
Ed went towards her and the woman slowly went backwards up the stairs.
“Shit! Roberta? This guy's coming towards me. I think he knows. Roberta, are you still there? Fuck, I'll just cut him open!”
The stairs ended right next to the toilets on the upper floor. Grace was waiting on top of the stairs for Ed. Ed just went upstairs casually as if he didn't knew a thing.
Just as he was about to pass Grace, she bolted a large blade forward. Ed evaded and with a swift grip he twisted the knife from Grace's hands and rammed the blade right into her belly.
“Wha... fuck!...”
Grace coughed and cringed. Ed looked around the room but none of the other patrons seemed to care for them. He grabbed Grace under her arms and quickly pulled her inside the little girls room.
He propped her on the toilet seat inside one of the stalls. She was already dead as Ed closed and locked the door from the outside. Only her black high heels looked slightly out under the door as Ed left the room.

He went back downstairs to the shrieking girls who seemed to be already pretty drunk. Ed shook his head. Those British girls really got drunk early in the evening. He told Amber he'd be outside to catch some fresh air and the girl just nodded and continued giggling with her friends.
It was still chilly outside and the dark night sky looked like new rain could pour down any minute.
Then it crackled in Ed's ear. A female voice.
“Grace? Roberta? What's up with you? The target is still partying like there is no tomorrow. I know you've got it warm and cuddly in there, but out here the weather is really shit! I think it's going to rain again soon. I give you five more minutes to finish the job, or we'll take care of it from here! You got that?”
Ed looked around the buildings and suddenly spotted a reflection from the rooftop across the street. A faint red light was glowing up there as well and some movement, hardly visible against the dark and cloudy night sky.
It wasn't over yet. Ed quickly walked across the street and around the building. To his surprise he found a fire ladder on the backside and quietly climbed it. He crouched on the flat rooftop towards the front until he saw them. Two women lay on the edge, faintly illuminated by the street light below and some monitor with a glowing red screen.
One of them had long red curly hair and a full black leather catsuit. A DSR-1 sniper rifle with a silencer was propped on stocks in front of her. Next to Karin lay the blonde Laura, dressed in a black leather catsuit as well and with some binoculars in her hands. They watched the pub below and hadn't noticed Ed yet, so he cleared his throat loudly.

The women rolled around quickly. Laura's hand went to the silenced Beretta attached to her leg, Karin jumped to her feet and already had a silenced MAC-10 in her hands.
“Ladies, please. I'm just looking around.”
Laura got to her feet as well and both women slowly started to circle Ed. He raised his hands slowly but saw their itching trigger fingers. Karin fired a burst at him but Ed did a somersault behind a large chimney. Several bullets hit the cobble stone, debris flying around.
“Get him!” Laura hissed.
Karin slowly got closer. Ed waited for their next move, listened to their steps. As Karin seemed to be within reach, Ed took a deep breath and jumped out from behind the chimney.
He grabbed her stretched out arm with the pistol and yanked hard, making Karin spin around. Surprised she fired her gun and in the burst of bullets one hit Laura in her right breast. The blonde croaked, wiggled on her heels for a moment and then just collapsed backwards.
Karin screamed and kicked backwards but Ed evaded her long legs. She thrust her elbow backwards and hit Ed's chest slightly. He stumbled sideways and let go of her.
Karin went for another high kick, but Ed reacted instinctively and just grabbed her ankle, holding her tight under his armpit.
“Nice try...” Karin grinned and slowly raised her MAC-10.
Ed took the advantage of the woman's high-heels and pushed her leg to the side with full force, causing Karin to spin around on her heel. He jumped forward and caught her back, entwining his left arm around her neck and his right around her chest. Then he let himself fall backwards, pulling Karin with him.
She groaned as she landed on him, lost the grip of her gun which slid away. She noticed that he immediately began to choke her and she clawed her fingers into his coat. But Ed didn't let go.
He felt the warm body on top of him, the croaking woman that frantically tried to get off, her legs kicking wildly. Ed smelled her fear and sweat.
After a while the movements of struggling assassin became weaker and then a last few spasms twitched through her body before she went limp. But Ed's cock was stiff from all the bodily heat and movement of Karin's butt on his crotch.
He slowly pushed dead Karin off him and got to his knees. He rolled her body on her back again and saw her wide open brown eyes, her red curls scattered across her face. Her lips slightly parted. Ed kissed her softly on her forehead before his view wandered down her body. He saw the perfect shape of her body in her skin-tight suit, little poking dots on top of her breasts. He let his hands run down her body until he reached her crotch and felt a warm and wet feeling. The suit had a small zipper and Ed slid it down, exposing her naked pussy behind it. It was soaking wet.
Without further thinking Ed unbuckled his pants, leaned down and pushed his stiff cock inside Karin's wet pussy. He grunted in the rhythm of his thrusts, his hands groping her breasts through the suit while he kissed her exposed neck passionately.
It didn't take too long until he came inside of her and pulled out again. He zipped his own pants again and then the closed the little zipper on Karin's suit as well, before he gave her a last kiss on her lips.
Then it began to rain.

Ed made his way back down to the street and into the pub again. The girls where still laughing, giggling and making a hell of a noise. Then his view caught the redhead with her head down on the table. Ed's heartbeat increased rapidly and he rushed forward but got stopped by Amber.
“What happened? Is she alright?”
Amber laughed in his face, her cheeks puffed red.
“Don't worry Mr. Ed. She's fine, I guess. Until she wakes up tomorrow. Just had a drink too much. We already ordered a cab and are about to leave.”
Ed exhaled deeply and relaxed again.
“Say Mr. Ed, was there any trouble at all today? You missed the cake!”
Ed slowly shook his head.
“No Miss, no trouble at all.”


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“I want you home by eleven.” Ed said in a stern voice.
He was sitting in the front, driving his big SUV. Like most times he wore his blue uniform. His niece kept saying he looks like a badass cop but he wasn't. It clearly said “Neighbourhood patrol” on his arm badge. And Ed was proud about it. He kept this neighbourhood clean and safe for everyone. And he really didn't like the streets they drove down through now.
“But Uncle Ed! I'm not a kid anymore!”
Zoey sat in the back with her friends Heather and Katy. They were on their way to a Halloween party.
“But just look at what you're wearing!” Ed had to chuckle.
Being on a visit from the UK, at first Ed had thought Zoey was just wearing her old school uniform as Halloween costume. Grey sweater, white shirt, a red-and-yellow striped tie, a pleated grey skirt, long grey socks and black shoes. The skirt was a bit too short for his taste. But he had been corrected, this wasn't just a typical school uniform but one from the Harry Potter movies. A fantasy wizard school, and her colours matched those of the good characters of the movies, from House Gryffindor. And Zoey was a wizard tonight. You could tell by the wooden wand she carried around. Ed tried to remember it.
To Zoey's left sat Heather, and Ed didn't had much trouble to guess what her costume meant. Heather had her light-brown hair in cute pigtails and wore a typical American cheerleader uniform, but also with an extra short skirt. But parts of her clothes had been smeared with red colour and she wore a lot of make-up that made her look like she didn't sleep for 3 days. She was a zombie cheerleader, because zombie movies had been so popular lately.
“Don't worry Mr. Ed. I'll be watching Zoey and make sure your orders are followed!”
Ed rolled his eyes as Katy said that. He looked at her through the rear mirror.
She wore a police uniform. At least it was supposed to be. The top was more like a dark blue catsuit with a police badge on it. The zipper in front was going down far and showed a lot of her cleavage. Her legs were mostly bare, except for the ridiculous hot pants and those black high-heels that went over her knees. Her eyes were covered by huge sunglasses. Combined with a police hat, cuffs and a rubber baton she looked like she had just come out of a porn movie set.
Ed sighed. They all looked ridiculously slutty. But he knew those three girls in their early twenties wouldn't listen to him anyway.

They approached their destination, a two story house. It was decorated with all sorts of Halloween stuff. Pumpkins with all sorts of faces, fake spider web, various bones, a bat dangling from one of the windows, fake electric candles... and he heard loud techno music, very fitting for the scene.
When he had been their age around this time of the year he'd met with friends, sat around a camp fire and told each other spooky stories. But nowadays it was different.

As he pulled up in front of the house a girl in her mid-twenties stepped down from the porch to greet them. She had long dark brown hair wore a black dress with extra wide sleeves, black boots and on her head she had a black pointy hat. She was a witch, no doubt.
“There's Julia!”
Heather was the first to jump out of the car, the others followed and after they all had hugged each other, Zoey and Heather waved Ed goodbye. And Katy saluted him. Ed had to keep calm not to shake his head.
As he drove off slowly he decided not go back home yet but instead to make a few rounds around this to him unknown neighbourhood.

Julia lead the new arrivals inside the house where each of them instantly got little red plastic cups filled with unknown liquids put in their hands directly. Zoey took a quick sip. It tastes really sweet and she instantly felt great.

The party was already going well already and everyone, guys and girls, was dressed in different ways, including a mummy, a cowboy, Spiderman, a skeleton, a prisoner, a soda can, and many more.
Suddenly a bat flew in front of them and with a poof a cloud of smoke exploded and Dracula himself with black eyes and short brown hair stood in front of them. He held his arm over his face, then pulled it away with a rapid move, hissing and flashing his pointy teeth at the girls.
Zoey yelped and Heather had to giggle. Katy didn't show any emotion behind her dark sunglasses.
“Girls, meet Sonny, your host. Your Lordship, this is Heather, Zoey and Katy.”
Julia introduced them. Sonny the Dracula grinned and hugged each of the girls quickly.
“Welcome to our party. Make yourself comfortable and enjoy the evening. Also, did Julia tell you about our little competition? The person who's playing his or her role according to their costume the best tonight will win a special prize. So play your role well and you might leave as the lucky winner. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to find a virgin!”
Sonny put his arm in front of his lips again and strutted off. But as he left another person emerged from a back room and went straight to the small group.

Her hair was long and black, her skin pretty pale and she wore black sunglasses. But her rest about her was bright red. A tight corset that covered her breasts just enough, panties, long high-heels. She had a pointy tail and red horns coming out of her head, and carried a plushy trident.
“Meet Grace the Devil Queen. If you need anything tonight, just ask her.”
Grace looked over the girls smiling, from one to the other until she stopped at Katy.
“Girls you look gorgeous. But you... I hope you're ready. Roberta! Roby, where are you?” Grace shouted as she looked around.
A small woman appeared to their right. She had short black hair and was dressed like a female version of the Godfather. A fancy black suit, a red rose attached to it and long black heels. In her hand she carried a Tommy Gun.
“You have called, Oh Devil Queen?”
Grace nudged her chin towards Katy.
“If you want to keep doing your business here tonight, you better get rid of that cop there right away.”
Roberta stared at Katy and blinked twice.
“I didn't expect them to send another one so soon. I just removed that other cop named Exal! Damn you!”
She lifted her gun up. Katy shook her head in surprise, stuttering a No-No-No and raised her hands quickly above her head. But Roberta just pulled the trigger and fired a burst right into her.
Katy staggered several feet backwards spilling her drink all over herself until she hit the wall. There she slowly dropped on her knees and then fell to her side, not moving anymore.
For a moment the group stood in silence while the loud techno music continued around them.
Then both Heather and Zoey cheered but only until a small puddle of pee formed under Katy's hot pants. Heather grinned and Zoey blushed deep red.
“Wow, she's doing a great performance! Take an example in her girls. And enjoy the party!”
Grace stomped her trident on the floor, turned around and left the room.
Roberta blew some smoke from the barrel of her Tommy Gun.
“You don't stick your nose into the business of The Family!”

In the kitchen Zoey saw a glass bowl on a table with apples swimming in it. The little redhead hooked Heather and Julia under their arms and pulled them to the room.
“Let's do apple bobbing! Do you know the game? It's easy, all you have to do is snatch an apple from the bowl, but only using your teeth!”
Several guys stood in the room as well, watching as the girls entered.
Julia wanted tried her luck first and one of the guys insisted that she got her hands tied behind her back, so she couldn't cheat. But it wasn't necessary, Julia was really good at snatching an apple from the bowl. After she dropped it and stepped back, Zoey rolled up her sleeves and got out her magic wand. Everyone was staring at her.
“Wingardium Leviosa!”
Zoey chanted and waved her wand. She actually meant it as a joke, but to her surprise one of the apples in the bowl slowly started to fly upwards, out of the bowl and then landed next to it. Everyone was cheering!
“You're a real witch!” one of the guys was pointing out.
“She is indeed.” replied another in a calm voice.
Zoey turned and saw a handsome young man who wore similar clothes to her own, but with pants instead of a skirt. And his tie was green-and-white striped. A wizard from the evil House Slytherin!
His hands in his pockets he slowly walked closer. Zoey watched his steps carefully.
“So young witch, would you care for a magic duel? You against me? Or are you a coward?”
Zoey glared at the other wizard, pointing her wand at him.
“Of course I'll accept!”
“Great, follow me upstairs where we got some more room.”
He strolled out of the room and up the stairs. Zoey followed him carefully, as if expecting an ambush at any moment.

Back at the kitchen Julia, still having her hands bound on her back, complained to the bystanders.
“Hey guys, I'm a witch as well!”
A large, muscular man with a beard dressed as a Viking warrior walked up to her.
“So you are saying. But usually it's the witches that deny it, rather than saying they are witches. But I guess tonight everything is a little bit odd.”
“There is nothing odd about it! I'm a witch and I can proof it to you. Just untie me and I will show you.”
The Viking shook his head.
“Of course, you'd like that. But as soon as I untie you, you're just going to curse us all and run away. No I think we can proof you're a witch on our own. As you probably know, being a witch yourself, witches are made of wood. I'd suggest we throw you in a river and see if you float. But there's no river near here.”
“We could see if she burns! I heard Grace's sister Val is building a bonfire for a ritual outside.” someone else commented but the Viking shook his head.
“I don't think she'd appreciate it if we use her bonfire to burn a witch. But I have another idea.”
He grabbed Julia's arm with one hand and put the other around her throat, flexing his muscles.
“If she's made of wood, I should be able to snap her like a twig.”
Without further words he lifted Julia up by her throat with one hand. The other one kept her body steady as he twisted her neck with one swift move. It snapped loudly and Julia's body twitched for a moment before her arms and legs just hung limp from her body.
The Viking let go of her and she dropped lifeless to the ground.
“I guess she was right about being a witch!”
He laughed hearty and left the room.

Zoey went into the bedroom where the other wizard was already waiting for her with a wand in his hand. He stood on the other side of a giant queen sized bed. Out of instinct Zoey kept the door to the room open in case she needed help she thought. She knew a lot could go wrong in a wizard duel.
“I guess the first one who hits the other with a Stupefy wins?”
Zoey aimed her wand at the other wizard. She felt ready for this.
“Of course my dear. Shall we start?”
He raised his want quickly and shouted 'Stupefy', firing a stun bolt at Zoey. She ducked and did the same, firing back at him. But the other wizard just evaded her easily. He took another shot at her and Zoey rolled over the floor to evade. Just as she got up again the other Wizard mumbled 'Avada Kedavra' and fired a green bolt.
Zoey's eyes widened in horror as she heard the words because she knew what they meant. But it was too late. The bolt hit her and she got thrown back against a book case. Zoey was dead before she hit the ground and books rained down on her.
The other wizard knew he had won. He slowly walked over to Zoey and with a swift notion of his wand the door to the bedroom closed.

Heather was still standing in the kitchen and felt slightly ignored.
“I want to try apple bobbing as well! Anyone would like to watch?”
A mummy and a werewolf stepped up to zombie cheerleader Heather got on her knees and dipped her head into the bowl and started to snatch for an apple. The mummy turned to the werewolf.
“Did you notice that in zombie movies the zombies can never swim? Couldn't they just float across the ocean until they hit land and go chase people again? Now I wonder, if they would swim, would they drown? Can zombies drown?”
The mummy approached Heather from behind, who still had her head dipped in the bowl. He pressed her head down into it, pushing her under water and used his body weight on her to keep her down.
Heather was panicking under water trying to get up again. The water bubbled heavily and Heather flailed her arms around. The mummy kept her in place even though her body twitched heavily as she tried to throw him off.
Finally her arms hung limp down her sides. The mummy stepped away from her. Heather's head was still in the water bowl with apples floating around her hair.
“I guess Zombies can drown.” the mummy remarked.
Werewolf chuckled and went to the window, looking at a huge fire burning outside.
“It looks like they managed to get the bonfire burning, but it looks rather small to me. Let's have a look and see if we can't make it bigger!”

Ed was still driving around when he saw a huge flame emerge into the sky in the distance. He stepped on the gas until he got to the place. Of course it was the party!
Several people dressed in all sorts of costumes ran around fleeing the house but also loud noises could be heard that sounded like gunfire to Ed. He opened the trunk of his car and got his Remington Shotgun out. Then he ran onto the porch and inside the house.
The back of the house was already on fire, but Ed saw an open door leading to a basement and heard noises from downstairs. He reached the stairs that lead around a corner. At the corner was a woman in a suit with short black hair. She held a Tommy Gun and was frantically speaking in another language that sounded Italian.
Ed shouted at her to drop her gun but the woman didn't comply and then turned towards him, the gun lifted up. Ed fired his shotgun once and hit the woman in her chest.
Roberta was thrown back from the impact and rolled down the stairs. Ed followed her and stopped at the bottom of the stairs, standing above Roberta's corpse.
The cellar was filled with the usual chaos you'd expect in a cellar, but at the far end was a large green portal on the floor. A light green smoke was in the air that twirled around the center of the portal.
In front of it was a woman dressed like a Devil and next to her stood a man that looked like Dracula. He held a shrieking girl in a french maid costume by her long brown hair.
Ed aimed his shotgun at them and shouted.
“Let go of that girl! I won't repeat myself!”
Sonny and Grace turned to Ed. Then Grace turned to Sonny and smiled wickedly.
“He's right honey. Let go of the girl. The time has come for him to rise. He will rise from the portal!”
Sonny nodded, let go of Stephy's hair and just gave her a little push. Stephy stumbled forward and with a long scream she fell into the portal at the ground.
Ed was dazed and didn't knew what to do. A lightning bolt emerged from the portal and left a scorch in the ceiling and both Sonny and Grace started to laugh maniacally.
Suddenly something that looked like tentacles emerged from the portal. They had sharp, pointy ending and wobbled around.
“It's too late Mister! The virgin has been offered and HE will rise now!”
Vampire Sonny laughed, flashing his pointy teeth. Then a jerk went through his body and he collapsed on the floor. The same happened to Grace. Behind both stood a bloody pointy tentacle.
Ed was still dazed. The tentacles started to slither across the floor towards him.
He fired his shotgun at them. Again and again until the gun was empty. Ed turned around and wanted to run upstairs but something tangled around his ankles. He fell hard on the floor and was slowly dragged towards the portal.
He tried to get a hold on anything but was merciless dragged away.
He heard a sweet voice call his name... Ed... Ed... Uncle Ed...

Ed blinked several times. Someone was shaking him.
He opened his eyes and when they focused he saw his niece Zoey. And behind her stood her friends Heather and Katy.
Zoey was dressed like a slutty schoolgirl. No, witch. From that magic school. With a magic wand and all.
“Come on Uncle Ed! We'll be late for the party. You promised to drive us there.”
Right. Ed remembered. Halloween party. He slowly got up.
“All right kiddo. Let's get you to your party...”

Hits: 1885

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“Now, Mr. Silencer, I'll give you the opportunity to see with your own eyes the effects of the machine that our genius Dr. Sonny and his lovely assistant Roberta have developed.”
Mr. Silencer watched General Grace without showing any emotions. He know she was slightly mad, and she loved to see the fear in her victims eyes when she killed. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction, and already worked on his escape plan while she talked like a good villain, explaining everything. They had taken his silenced Walther PPK, he saw it lying on the table behind Grace, as well as his cigarette holder. But he had some more tricks up the sleeves of his expensive tuxedo, literally.
He was seated in this large hall, away from the laboratories. White plaster walls, large lamps hanging from the ceiling, illuminating tables with tons of documents and typewriters on them, and uncomfortable wooden chairs like the one he was bound to. But no one was actually working here right now. The room was empty of people, except for a few.
There was General Grace. She wore a white uniform coat with lots of ribbons and medal stars on her chest. A white belt with a matching holster on her hips. It stood in great contrast to her black knee long high heel boots, her long black hair and the black shades she always wore. Intelligence didn't had a single photo of her without her shades on!
Behind her stood her bodyguards, Niki and Nikki. Both wore grey tight jumpsuits and black high heels boots like Grace, had long had shoulder long black hair and both carried a PPD-40 sub-machine gun. They could've been twins, except one of them was clearly Asian.
Next to Grace stood Major Karin, a rather short woman in her early forties with red shoulder long curls. She wore a khaki coat with a golden star embroidered on her right chest and black high heel boots that vanished under her coat. Her belt had the same brown colour as her eyes that laid on Mr. Silencer, watching him closely. She worked for the enemies Intelligence and he knew she was trouble.
But what he didn't understood who the officer was to his right. He was in his early thirties, short blond hair and blue eyes. He wore a khaki officer jacket, trousers and black shoes. His shoulder tabs told Mr. Silencer that he was a Lieutenant of Grace's army, and his name was Hans Muller.
He looked rather afraid and was kept in place by two young female soldiers, Jennifer and Kaitlyn, both looked around 19. One of them had long black hair and the other one was a short brunette. They had khaki soldier jackets with brown belts around their hips, pistol holsters attached with TT-30 pistols. Khaki trousers and black boots that covered their calves. On their heads they had khaki coloured side caps. The brunette had her jacket open to her belt, showing her white shirt under it.

“Mr. Silencer, I'm sure you're well acquainted with Mr. Muller. He surely was a great help for you to get inside our facility. Too bad my dear Major Karin caught him unlocking all those doors.” Grace looked at Karin who stood at attention, hands behind her hips.
“Actually, I don't know Mr. Muller at all. I got in here on my own.”
He was slightly confused. He really didn't knew the officer that was held captive.
“They threatened to kill me, unless I promised I would help them! I had no choice. They knew everything about me! Please General Grace, I'm a loyal officer!”
Hans tried to step forward, but the two soldiers held him in place.
“Of course you are, Hans. But you haven't just been naughty so a trip to Miss Terry would suffice. You helped Mr. Silencer and his people. I don't like this kind of treason. But don't worry too much, you'll proof to be useful to me until the end.”
Mr. Silencer wrinkled an eyebrow.
“As I said before, I don't know this man. He's not on our payroll, not that I know at least.”
“Shush Mr. Silencer! I'll give you a demonstration of our power, and soon your little friends will know that they can not stop me! Ah, there is Dr. Sonny!”

The double door to his right was opened and a large man with short brown hair and a white lab coat came in. He was followed by a small woman with short raven-black hair who also wore a white lab coat, tights and black high heel boots. He estimated them both to be in their forties.
The man was Dr. Sonny he assumed and the woman must've been his assistant Roberta who pushed a little cart with a device on it that looked like a computer.
They were followed by two young soldier girls, Zoey, a freckled redhead with pigtails and Heather, with a light brown ponytail. They looked like the two soldiers that held Mr. Muller captive, however they wore khaki coloured steel helmets and didn't had holsters on their belts but some ammo pouches and AVS-36 rifles that they carried with a sling over their shoulders.
In their midst they held an older man in a grey jumpsuit. He had green eyes and his short hair started to become grey like his jumpsuit. He looked slightly drugged and was half dragged by the soldiers. They all stopped next to Grace. Dr. Sonny started to work on the device, turning some dials, then he picked up a hand-held device with an antenna and held it close to the old prisoner. It emitted a strange noise for a moment. Dr. Sonny put the device on the table again and nodded towards Grace.
“You may give him orders now, General Grace!”
Grace turned and picked up the silenced Walther PPK from the table, an evil smile on her face as she looked at Mr. Silencer.
“Witness now a demonstration of my power, Mr. Silencer. See how I control this man, and soon will control all men once we transmit the signal around the world with our large satellite dish. They will all bow to me, and I will control the world!”
She laughed wickedly and turned to the prisoner, padded him on the shoulder and placed the pistol in his hands.
“Now, prisoner, shoot this traitorous officer for me!”

Hans closed his eyes, awaiting the impact of the bullet. Mr. Silencer watched as the prisoner slowly raised the pistol, his hands slightly shaking. Everyone was tense.
The prisoner fired the pistol and the silenced shot was followed by a female groan.
Jennifer let go of Hans and clutched her left breast, her eyes wide in terror. Blood soaked the cloth of her jacket under her hands and she dropped on her knees, then fell on her side. Her body twitched for a moment, then hands dropped on the ground and she laid still, her eyes and mouth wide opened.
“What the fuck was that?!” Grace shouted furious. “He's supposed to shoot the enemy, not my own people! Well, technically they both are, but shoot the damn traitor!”
Dr. Sonny raised his hands and stepped closer to the prisoner.
“It's just a small signal I used. I suppose it helps if we make it more personal.” He leaned to the prisoners ear. “Vern. I want you to shoot the man in front of you, in the uniform. He is a traitor and has to die. Shoot him!”
Vern slowly raised his pistol again, his hands still shaking. He slowly swung to the right and aimed higher. Hans felt the soldier to his left tighten her grip on his arm. Kaitlyn was scared to death. She pressed her thighs together and bit her lower lip, watching the slow movement of Vern as he aimed with the pistol. Hans closed his eyes again and awaited the deadly bullet.
Vern fired the pistol again and the shot was followed by the crackling of plaster as the bullet hit the wall behind Hans. It was silent for a moment, then followed by the sound of dripping water as Kaitlyn wet her pants, a dark stain flowing down her khaki pants. She was shaking with fear.
Grace's eyes grew big behind her sunglasses, her eyebrows went up then frowned.
“God damn it!”
She grabbed the pistol from Vern and fired several times, hitting Hans each time.
His body jerked in Kaitlyn's hold, he felt the stinging pain of every bullet until Grace stopped firing. He stared at her, then his blue eyes rolled back and his knees gave way. He slumped to the ground half-way, his left arm still clutched by Kaitlyn. Grace stared at her, her view wandering from her face where tears filled her eyes, down to her open jacket and finally to her trousers where a dark wet stain spread from her crotch down her legs into her boots.
“Ack, what the hell is that? You look like a slut, and now you wet yourself in front of me?! You're a disgrace to my army! Die like the traitor!”
Grace aimed the pistol at Kaitlyn and pulled the trigger.
The gun had no more bullets. Kaitlyn had her eyes closed and slowly opened them again. Grace cursed and tossed the gun aside, then stalked out of the hall through the double doors. Her bodyguards quickly followed her.
“I want that device fixed Sonny! I want to send the signal tonight!” She barked as she passed Sonny and Roberta.
Sonny shrugged and looked at his device.
“We probably have to adjust the frequency just a bit. Come on Roberta, we have work to do.”
Roberta nodded and both left the hall as well.

Mr. Silencer sat in his chair, a smile on his face.
“I'd applause, but unfortunately my hands are tied.”
Karin looked down on him and shook her head. Then she turned to Kaitlyn.
“You! Go and report yourself to Lieutenant Terry at once. I think your sorry ass needs some good whipping!”
Kaitlyn sniffled and ran out of the hall as well. Karin turned to Heather, Zoey and Vern.
“What are you two still doing here? As far as I know you two have guard duty at the prison. Bring this prisoner back to his cell and continue your shift! Move it!”
The girls hastily saluted and dragged Vern with them out of the hall. Karin's view went to dead Jennifer and Hans on the ground. She nudged the bodies with her boot, but neither moved.
“I'll send someone up to clean this up and have you transferred to a cell. Then we can have a... private talk.”
She winked at Mr. Silencer and swirled around on her heels, then walked out of the hall, shaking her hips with every step.

He was alone in the large hall, except for the two dead bodies to his right. Mr. Silencer reviewed his options.
His trusty PPK lay on the floor a few yards away. It was empty, but a spare magazine was on the table in front of him. Same as his cigarette holder and his cigarettes, together with the lighter that could be used as a small explosive. But first he had to get out of this chair. They didn't tie his legs, so he could've easily toppled the chair over and tried to break it, but in his early fifties he felt to old for those kind of things. Luckily he had his gadget clock. If he pressed it correctly against the chair, he might be able to turn on the small laser and burn through the cord that tied his hands. But it would take a while.
The double door opened again and a soldier stepped inside. She had brown eyes and brown shoulder long hair that framed her face. Jimima trudged towards the bodies, her side cap hanging sideways on her head. She didn't looked amused at all as she stood over the bodies of her comrades.
“Excuse me, Miss Soldier?” Mr. Silencer smiled as he turned his head to her.
“I'm not supposed to talk to you. There's someone else coming soon to get you. I'm just here to clean this up.” She rolled her eyes and shrugged.
“Don't mind me then, but I know they'll kill me soon like your friends there. Could you please just listen to my one wish?”
Jimima let go of Jennifer's arm and the dead girl slumped back on the ground. She walked over to Mr. Silencer and put her hands on her hips, slightly annoyed.
“Okay Mister Secret Agent. They told me you'd probably try some tricks to get out of here. I'm not game. So don't ask.”
“I'm sorry, I'd only like to have one last cigarette. It's right over there.” He nudged towards the table.
“All right, but then please stop talking to me and let me do my... ugh, my job.”
She paused and looked towards the bodies. At least the man was polite. She moved to the table with the cigarette holder and picked it up, turned around and stuck it between in Mr. Silencer's lips.
“And now I just put a cigarette in there and light it, yes?”
“Yes, please.” Mr. Silencer nodded.
The soldier turned around again to get a cigarette and lighter. Enough time for Mr. Silencer to press the hidden button on the shaft of the cigarette holder. As Jimima turned to him again and leaned down with the cigarette in her hand, he blew hard into the holder.
A small dart shot out of the cigarette holder and right into Jimima's throat. She winced and dropped the cigarette and lighter, putting her hands at her throat. It was just a quick sting, but her whole body got weak. She stumbled, then her eyes rolled back and everything turned dark.
She dropped on her knees and her face fell right on Mr. Silencer's crotch. The poison had killed her quick and painless. He enjoyed the sight of the dead girl between his legs for a moment, then activated the laser in his watch and began burning the cord around his hands.

He wasn't half way through as the double doors got kicked open and eight people ran into the room, two girls, six guys. They were a colourful group.
Mr. Silencer looked up surprised. They stared at him. The dead soldier still between his legs. One of the men was the first to speak.
“I think we're interrupting something here...”
Mr. Silencer quickly kicked the dead Jimima away that just flopped lifeless to the ground and yanked at the cord around his hands, ripping it apart. He stood up from the chair and brushed over his tuxedo, then leaned down, picked up the cigarette from the floor and lightened it. He blew a smoke circle into the air, then turned to face the group.
“Not at all, gentlemen and ladies. I was just freeing myself. May I introduce me? My name is Silencer. Hitman Silencer. Secret Agent. I'm here to stop the evil General Grace.”
Without another word the group started to move around, each of them taking a position in front of Mr. Silencer as if they staged for a photo shooting. As they finished a man named XJ began to introduce them.

To the very left stood a blonde girl with shoulder long open hair, named Ira. With 23 she was the youngest member. She wore a white tank top, blue washed out denim shorts and white running shoes. She held a Sterling sub-machine gun over her shoulder.
Next to her in the back stood a tall muscular man wearing a white tank shirt, wooden camouflage pants and black military boots. Juan had short brown hair and green eyes. In his hands he held a M1918 Browning automatic rifle.
In front of him kneed a man in a black jumpsuit with a harness. Ed was in his fifties, had hazel eyes and short brown hair. He looked fairly innocent in the face, yet his clothes and his M1 carbine rifle spoke another language and he seemed to move with a grace that didn't tell his age.
In the middle of the group stood Janus, a tall man in his mid-forties with short curly black hair. His face and appearance was that of a professional. He wore clothes similar to Juan's but wasn't as massive built and he had a Thompson sub-machine gun.
Next was Ron, a man in his thirties with blue eyes and brown hair. He wore khaki cargo pants, brown boots and a white shirt. Beside a Colt M1911 pistol he also had a satchel with a red cross on it.
Slightly smaller then him was the Asian girl to his left, Hitomi. She was also in her thirties and wore a black tank top and tight black jeans, black boots. Her face was framed by her black shoulder long hair. She had an M3 sub-machine gun and looked ready for anything.
Next in line was a rather short Latin man named Facundo. He had short black hair and dark brown eyes, a white shirt, brown leather pants and boots. He held a Lee-Enfield rifle.
The seventh member was Erich Jaegger, a large men who's brown hair started to turn grey. He wore a wooden camouflage uniform and pants, brown military boots and a red scarf. He also had a M1 carbine rifle.
The last member and leader of the mercenaries was XJ, a tall man in his fifties with black eyes and short black hair, was well built but had an eye patch over his left eye and many scars. He had a white shirt, khaki cargo pants and brown boots. On his belt was a holster with an old Colt 1862 Army revolver and a commando knife.

On a secret signal, all eight mercenaries posed and shouted in union.
“We're Teeeeeeeeam Troubleshooter!”
“If you have troubles, call us and we'll just shoot them for you.” XJ added with a smile.
Mr. Silencer stood in front of them, not saying a word. He wasn't sure if he should take these people were serious or not.
“We've been hired by the local women to infiltrate this facility and rescue their imprisoned men, then blow up this place of evil.” XJ continued. His view went to the dead soldiers on the ground.
“It looks like the threats against our friend Hans have worked. He disabled the alarm and several doors had been unlocked. Getting in here unseen was rather easy. But it seems like someone already did us the favour of removing him.”
Mr. Silencer nodded. He collected his PPK and reloaded it, then tucked it in his tuxedo. He checked his watch.
“General Grace wasn't amused. Gentlemen, and ladies, if you plan to rescue the prisoners I suggest you go on to it. I have a meeting with Grace. If you would be so kind to give me about thirty minutes for it before you blow this facility up, I would be most grateful.”
XJ smiled and nodded in response.
“All right team! It's time to kill some evil people and free innocents! Mr. Silencer, you don't happen to know where the prison is located?”
“I believe the fastest way is through the single door behind me. Although I'm not-”

The small door slowly opened, squeaking. Everyone readied their guns and aimed at the door.
Two silenced shots echoed into the hall, then a soldier with brown shoulder long hair fell into the room, landing on her front. Her side cap rolled over the floor.
“Thank you for your cooperation Kristin, I think I'll find my way from here. It shouldn't be diffi- Wow!”
A man in his thirties stepped over the dead soldier, short black hair and a black suit, a silenced Colt 1903 pistol in his hand. The surprise on his face quickly vanished and he just went to adjust his tie.
“Did I miss the party? Who are you people?”
Everyone eased up. Obviously they all seemed to be on the same side. Quickly introductions were exchanged.
The man in the suit was Carlos Questor, and his agency had assigned him to find and destroy the device Dr. Sonny had developed.
It seemed as if everyone in the hall had their own goals, yet all put together their combined forces would destroy this facility, rescue the innocent and eliminate everyone else. The mercenaries decided to split up while the two agents continued alone.

Kaitlyn knocked at the door to Lieutenant Terry's room. No one opened, but she thought she heard voices from inside. She leaned against the door and heard a muffled scream and something that sounded like a whip. Kaitlyn had heard stories about Lieutenant Terry, the correction officer who was in charge of the prisoners. Stories that she'd spank and torture the prisoners. And soldiers who got on Grace's bad side.
But Karin had ordered her to report to Terry. She stepped back and knocked again on the door. The sound of heels clacking over the floor. Then the door was opened. A tall woman stood inside the doorframe, brown shoulder long hair. She wore black leather high heel boots that went up over her thighs and a black corset. Kaitlyn stared at her bare breasts and crotch for a second. She opened her mouth to speak but Terry cut her off.
“What do you want soldier? I'm busy!”
“Miss Terry, I, um, I was told by Major Karin to report to you. I, um, General Grace, um, she tried to shoot me. But, um, didn't, and now Major Karin said I should be, um, disciplined.”
A voice shouted from inside the room.
“Mistress, who is this? Another bad girl? I thought I'm the only one today.”
Kaitlyn peeked inside the room and recognised the face of soldier Kathleen, a woman in her mid thirties with long blond hair. She was naked and only had her uniform boots on, bent over a wooden bar, her hands and feet tied to the legs of the construction.
Terry looked over her shoulder and hissed.
“Shush pet! You're only allowed to speak when I allow you to.”
Then she turned back to Kaitlyn and looked her over, clicking her tongue.
“Listen soldier, I'm busy right now. You can come back later. And when you do, make sure you wear clean clothes, I don't want to have a mess before we even started!”
She pointed at Kaitlyn's peed pants, then pushed her back with one hand and closed the door in front of her again.
Kaitlyn stood there for a moment and heard Terry's voice from inside.
“Don't you dare to speak again when I'm at the door!”
It was followed by a series of whip cracking and joyful groans. Kaitlyn turned around and headed for the locker rooms.

Erich Jaegger and Hitomi waited until the soldier went down the corridor and out of sight. The knew the door releases for the prison doors had been inside that room. Ron was already waiting at the corridor to take care of any wounded prisoners, should there be any.
Erich knocked on the door repeatedly. After a short moment a slightly annoyed Terry opened.
“Who the hell are yo-URK!”
Terry groaned as Erich rammed his knife in her belly. She staggered backwards into the room, then her eyes rolled back and she simply collapsed on the floor.
Hitomi rushed into the room. It was lit by dozens of candles and looked like an office, two tables in a corner with papers stacked on them. Beside them some control panels for the gate controls. Next to it a wooden construction where a woman was bent over. She was screaming but the gag in her mouth muffled it. Hitomi saw two uniforms draped over a couch in the other corner.
“She's one of them. They're playing kinky games!”
Erich nodded and handed his pistol to Hitomi, who quickly flipped a pillow from the couch and put it on Kathleens chest, pressed the pistol against it and fired twice. Kathleen's body jerked in her restrains, then her head dropped down and she didn't move any more. Hitomi threw the pistol back to Erich and walked to the door controls. Erich nodded again and Hitomi flipped the switches.

Zoey moaned as Heather kissed her neck again. She loved to make out in her uniform, she felt hot and was sweating in it and loved it. Her hands were groping Heather's butt while Heather was fondling Zoey's breasts through her uniform jacket. Her left thigh was stuck between Zoey's and the redhead slowly ground over it, back and forth, feeling her panties being all wet already. They embraced in a kiss, their steel helmets clacked as they bounced together, their tongues entwined and released again.
They did all this in front of a particular prison cell. Some weeks ago they had captured two boys, only a few years older then the 19 year old girls themselves. Foreign students doing research in the mountains. Heather and Zoey loved to make out in front of them, teasing them. They felt their eyes watching them, unable to touch them, and it aroused the two girls even more.

Dev and Exal couldn't do anything but watch. They knew the name of the two soldiers, Heather and Zoey. Had flirted with them already. But it didn't help them to get out of the prison at all.
Both in their early twenties they'd love to have some fun with the girls. Dev was from India and had black hair. Exal had a brown ponytail, and when he stood up he was more than a foot taller than Zoey.
They both sat on their bunk beds, wearing their grey prisoner jumpsuits and watched the girls in their khaki uniforms cuddle, trying to resist the urge to do more then just watching. Suddenly there was a metal clang. Both looked at each other. They knew this sound meant the door got unlocked, but they didn't know why. They slowly got up and walked towards the door.
The two soldiers had noticed it as well. They let go of each other and looked around confused. The iron of another door squeaked. Zoey looked confused to the left while Heather got the rifle from her back already. Suddenly she yelled at someone.
“Stop! Don't step outside your cell, or I'll shoot!”
Another door squeaked and steps followed. Heather fired her rifle and a man groaned, followed by a thud.
Dev and Exal yanked their cell door open and jumped the girls. Exal attacked Heather, grabbing her rifle. They started to dance around, each one trying to get a grip on the rifle. Dev punched Zoey in the chest. The girl groaned and charged him, slamming him into the metal poles of the cell. He was surprised that she was stronger then she looked. Her rifle still on her back she tried to strangle Dev with her hands. He kicked her in the belly with his knee and she stumbled backwards against the other wall. Dev caught his breath and attacked her again, only to get hit by her fist in his face. As he hold his nose Zoey jumped on his back and tried to choke him, clutching her legs around his waist and her hands on his neck.
Meanwhile Exal had wrestled the AVS-36 rifle from Heather and slammed the butt of it into Heather's stomach. The girl dropped to the ground, trying to catch her breath. Exal turned around and saw that Dev had trouble with the other soldier girl. He wanted to step towards him and almost tripped as Heather pulled on his leg. He turned to her and fired the rifle, hitting Heather right in her chest. The impact threw her body on her back, all limbs spread apart. Her eyes were wide in terror.
Exal let go of the rifle and turned to Dev who was croaking for help. The tall Exal yanked small Zoey from Dev's back and slammed her into the wall. While she staggered around stunned, Exal put his right arm around her neck and started choking her. Zoey tried helplessly to free herself from the hold, scratching her fingers on Exal's arm. Dev grabbed Zoey by her shoulders and thrust his knee in her belly.
Her whole body shook in Exal's hold, then her eyes rolled back, her arms hung limp at her side and her head dropped forward. Exal let go of her, took her rifle and watched as Zoey slumped to the ground, her limp arm just sliding out of the sling that she used to carry the rifle.
Both guys panted heavily and noticed several other men around them had gotten out of their cells. A man with a white shirt and khaki cargo pants had appeared at the end of the corridor and was waving people towards him.
“Finish her off!”
Exal handed the rifle to Dev and went towards the man, picking up Heather's rifle and stepping over her body.
Dev stood confused over Zoey. She was only unconscious, he could see her still breathing. She was helpless at his mercy. He knew that all the soldiers in this facility had been cruel and that it was expected of him to show no mercy either now, but it felt wrong to him to kill this girl as she was helpless.
He raised the rifle and aimed for her heart, his hands shaking. He hold his breath and pulled the trigger. The bullet dashed right into the concrete floor in front of Zoey. He couldn't do it.
As Dev looked up again he saw an older man, wearing the same grey jumpsuit as he did. Vern stepped over to Dev and yanked the rifle off his hands, then took a small knife out of his boots and placed it in Dev's hands.
“If you don't know how to shoot, son, better give me that rifle! If they come close to you, try to stab them with this. Otherwise, follow us and try not to get killed!”
With those words he passed Dev and followed the other prisoners towards freedom. Dev put a final view on the unconscious soldier girl on the floor, then ran after him.

“...all Personal! Attention all Personal! This is General Grace speaking! We have intruders in our base! Guards are advised to shoot on sight! I want them stopped now, do not let those intruders proceed!”
The voice from the speakers ringed in Zoey's ears as she rolled on her chest and slowly pushed herself up. Heather lay dead next to her. Both their rifles had been taken. Zoey cursed silently as a group of soldiers, lead by officer Vicky, rushed into the prison corridor. The older woman grabbed Zoey by her collar, pulled her to her feet and pressed her against the wall.
“What happened here? You let all the prisoners escape, you twat!”
Zoey didn't resist her superior officer while she was pinned on the wall.
“The gates just opened themselves Ma'am! We couldn't keep them contained as they attacked us!”
“And let them take your rifle? General Grace will execute you herself for this! But right now you'll come with me soldier! Those intruders must be stopped!”
Vicky glared on Zoey for a moment. Zoey snapped to attention and saluted the taller woman.
The brunette officer snorted with anger, turned around and strutted out of the prison, followed by the other soldiers. Zoey gulped, checked her uniform and helmet and ran after them.

Kaitlyn had taken off her boots, trousers and jacket as she stood in front of her locker. Only her khaki shirt, the side cap on her head and her panties remained. Unfortunately due to the alarm the locker room wasn't empty as she had hoped but she had waited until most of the soldiers had run out after dressing. She didn't want them to see that she had wet herself earlier.
As she finally had moved into the locker room she got surprised by Yzzy who looked pretty sleepy and as such dressed really slow.
Kaitlyn had told her the story with the execution and Yzzy had tried to cheer her up. She was chatting the whole time while she dressed herself and Kaitlyn took off her own clothes. Just as she slipped down her wet panties, Yzzy's head with her brown curls popped around one of the lockers again and grinned.
“Ewwh Katy, that's really nasty!”
Kaitlyn turned around and blushed deep red, hiding her crotch with her crossed arms.
“Would you please please turn around and stop talking until I'm dressed again!”
Yzzy shrugged with her shoulders as she slowly zipped her jacket up and vanished behind the lockers again.
“Whatever girl, I'll just be waiting here in the back until you're done.”
Kaitlyn sighed as she grabbed a fresh pair of panties from her locker and put them on.

The mercenaries Ed and Ira crawled through the ventilation shaft. Ed was first so he wouldn't have to listen to Ira complain that he was just watching her bum.
But it wasn't his concern anyway, as Ed had just watched a whole bunch of female soldiers dressing through the grille leading to the locker room. Now there was apparently just two of them left. He could only see one, the girl named Yzzy, who had just positioned herself below the grille. Luckily she didn't had her helmet on yet and Ed quickly opened the grille with a swift kick.
The falling metal grating hit the soldier right on her head. A thud and a groan and the girl collapsed under it. Before she could get up again Ed jumped out of the ventilation shaft and right on the grating and the girl. Yzzy groaned in pain, combined with the sound of breaking bones, she never got up again.
Ed stepped off the body and held his hand up towards Ira like a gentleman, whispering to her.
“Come on, it's a soft landing just for you.”
Ira smiled and slid out of the ventilation, landing softly on Yzzy's body.
“Yzzy? Yzzy are you okay?” Kaitlyn asked from the other side of the room.
The blonde mercenary put one finger on her lips and lifted her Sterling sub-machine gun. Ed shook his head and took out his knife, gesturing Ira to move towards the soldier while he sneaked around the lockers himself.

Kaitlyn, still only wearing her panties and shirt, saw the blonde girl with the white tank top and denim shorts coming around the corner.
“H-Hey! Who're you? And where's Yzzy?”
Ira smiled sweetly at Kaitlyn, put her Sterling to her hips and slowly walked towards the other girl.
“I'm afraid Yzzy won't be coming. She had an accident. I don't think she'll make it. You should be more careful around here. I just got in here, without any problems. Can you imagine? Now if you will put your hands up slowly now we'll- HEY!”
Ira stopped mid sentence as a knife flew from behind one of the lockers and right into Kaitlyn's chest. The girl staggered, then tripped backwards over one of the small benches in the room and crashed on her back, hips and legs up and over the bench. Her fresh white panties started to grow a wet spot again as her body twitched for a moment.
Ira was furious and turned towards where the knife had come from, where a grinning Ed was standing.
“Ed! That's not fair, I wanted to kill her myself!”
Ed walked over to Kaitlyn and kneeled beside her, taking his knife again and cleaned it up with her shirt.
“Oh come on kiddo, what was your plan? Talk her to death? You have to be quicker if you want to survive this game.”
Ira was about to respond as the door to the room was slammed open and a tall woman with a blonde bun and a khaki dress uniform stood in the door frame. She squinted her eyes as she quickly scanned the room, then flung her holster open and got her TT-30 pistol out.
“You! You're not supposed to be here! Die, scum!”
Ira turned around, the Sterling sub-machine gun at her hips. She pulled the trigger, spraying bullets right next to Ed in the lockers, in the wall and finally into officer Silvia.
The tall officer only jerked a bit as she got hit several times in her chest. She dropped on her knees but raised her arm and fired her own gun until the bolt jolted back. Ira staggered backwards with every impact until the last one pushed her right into an open locker where her arms got folded in front of her chest as she slowly sank down inside it.
“Bitch...” Silvia muttered before she collapsed face first on the floor as well.
Ed slowly stood up and walked in the middle of the room. A quick view told him that Ira was done already as well, her open eyes crossed her her shirt soaked in blood.
“Looks like you won't become a famous mercenary now. Sorry kiddo!”
With those words Ed stepped over Silvia's body and left the room.

They had come to a crossroad. The prisoners, led by the mercenaries Janus and Ron, ran into massive enemy troops and got stuck for now. They hid behind creates and corridor corners, fighting off the advancing soldiers. The corridor leading towards the facility exit and another deeper inside were littered with soldier corpses already, the air filled with flying bullets.
XJ crouched behind Janus and shouted in his ear.
“We're going to split up and head towards the reactor! You get those people out in time before we blow this thing up!”
“Yes Sir!” Janus replied and gave him a quick two-finger salute. Then he leaned around the corner again and fired his Thompson, hitting an advancing soldier, a young blonde girl, right in her chest, sending her flying on her back.

Just as the mercenary team, consisting of Facundo, Hitomi and XJ, was about to run down another corridor, a hand grabbed XJ by his shoulder.
XJ turned and looked into the eyes of one of the prisoners. A man in his early thirties with long black hair.
“I want to do my share and help bring down my oppressor! I know some about explosives, I can help you! Name's EG!”
XJ looked at the younger man for a moment. He didn't know if it was his courage or just the fact that he also had such a short name, but he instantly nodded and handed EG a M1911 pistol and gestured him to follow.

Meanwhile the prisoner group battled Grace's soldiers from two corridors. The mercenaries held the one leading towards the inner facility while the prisoners with guns, Exal and Vern, held off the soldiers from the corridor leading towards the exit.
Firing burst after burst, Exal ran out of bullets and retreated behind the corner where the other prisoners waited.
Vern on the other side was a veteran. He fired single shots, precisely hitting soldier after soldier. The death cries of the mostly young girls carried down the corridor towards them, a beautiful melody mixed with the loud bangs from the rifles.
But a young soldier changed the melody suddenly. Emma was sweat soaked under her khaki uniform from fear and adrenaline, her long red brown hair hanging in streaks from under her helmet. She had watched from her defence position how the old man had shot dozens of her comrades that now littered the floor, some still writhed in pain. Just as he shot her friend Maria, leaving her the last one alive, she managed to fire a burst that hit the target.
Vern grunted in pain as one of the bullets hit him in his lower abdomen and he dropped on his back behind the corner.
Emma knew that now was the time to charge and eliminate all the enemies, just as General Grace had ordered. She screamed as she ran down the corridor, jumping over all the dead bodies, blindly firing her AVS-36 to keep the enemies from firing back at her.

Dev didn't know what he did. He hadn't planned it. As the old man got hit, the one who had put courage into the prisoners hearts, Dev screamed. Everything happened so fast and without thinking. Time slowed down. From his crouching position Dev jumped to his feet, the knife that Vern had given him in his hand.
He made a quick glance around the corner, seeing the soldier charging. Just in the right moment he stepped into the corridor. The soldier Emma had a shocked expression on her face, her boots skidding over the floor trying to stop in front of him. Dev tripped her up. As she was about to fall face first, but he grabbed her jacked and twisted her around with one swift move, his arm going under her back to keep her from falling. Emma's eyes were wide open in terror as Dev's right arm raised up and then he buried the knife deep into the girls chest where her heart was.
Time returned to normal as Dev realised the soldier girl in his arm was coughing blood and her body shook violently. She dropped her rifle that landed on the floor with a clang, and a second later Dev just dropped her as well.
Not caring for the girl any more, Dev ran towards Vern.
“Medic! We need a medic, quick! Someone help him!”

Ron broke off his defensive position from the other corridor and ran to Vern. He dropped his medic bag next to him and quickly began to work on the wound while he spoke to the others.
“All right, I got this! You two boys, get the other prisoners and head down this corridor to the exit. Take some rifles from the bodies, but I doubt you'll have much resistance from here on out. Wait in the forest by the road for us! Move, get out of here now!”
He spoke fast and with harsh words. Dev and Exal remained for a moment before they and the other prisoners jumped to their feet and ran off.
Ron looked concerned at Vern.
“I'm sorry old man. I'll try my best but it looks bad. Stay with me okay?”
Vern smiled weak, but the grip around the rifle got tighter.
“Don't worry. I've killed my share of demons already! But until my time comes, just point me towards the right direction and I'll just continue to do so!”
Ron smiled back and pressed a compress on the wound.

Janus was at the other corner a few meters away and turned his head around to Ron.
“I hope our plans of this facility are correct, and Juan has flanked those soldiers! It seems like their attack gets weaker!”
Just as he did another soldier popped up. The blonde girl fired her rifle precisely and hit Janus with a full burst, who quickly fell back and was dead before his head hit the floor.
“Eat lead, sucker! Hahaha!”
Laura charged forward, around the corner and stopped as she saw Ron leaning over one of the prisoners. She loudly cocked her rifle as she slowly stepped towards them.
“All right, hands up! And slowly get up!”
Ron gulped but did as he was told. He looked down and saw that Vern had passed away already, but had his hands still tightly gripped around the rifle. Then he turned around slowly, facing the enemy soldier.
“I'm sorry...” Ron mumbled.
Then he stepped on Vern's arm with his right foot, pinching the nerves inside Vern's arm that caused his fingers to close around the trigger of the rifle. The rifle emptied it's remaining magazine and the recoil pushed the gun upwards. Several bullets penetrated Laura who couldn't react to this attack at all.
Her body jerked backwards from the impacts but she kept on her feet.
“You... bastard...”
Bleeding from several wounds she wiggled on her feet but still managed to fire her rifle, hitting Ron straight across his chest making him fly backwards. Laura kept on her feet a few seconds longer, staring down at her riddled body in disbelief before she dropped dead face first as well.

The alarm had been disabled a few minutes ago. Juan was glad about it, as he now heard the shots fired in the depths of the facility and the faint screams of Grace's soldiers as they got killed by his friends. But he only had shot two soldiers himself so far, both standing guard in front of an unimportant room. With great pleasure he had watched them both cringe in pain after they got a bullet in their bellies, slowly croaking on the floor.
He had used his M1911 pistol to kill them, but his M1918 Browning automatic rifle was thirsty for some action by now.
Suddenly Juan heard a heavy female voice barking orders and the sound of many boots approaching. He stood in a wide open corridor without any defence, but it didn't concern him at all. He'd seen how poorly trained these soldiers are, they'd probably wet their pants just by seeing him and his gun. Juan held it on his hips, ready to fire, as the stomping sound of boots got closer.
Then he saw them running around the corner. In front was a tall, busty officer in her khaki coat uniform and black high heel boots, blue eyes and brown shoulder long hair. Behind her followed about twenty soldiers, wearing the khaki uniforms and black boots, steel helmets. They all appeared to be only half the age of the officer at top. Some of them looked quite concerned, others determined, and they all carried heavy AVS-36 rifles while the officer had a TT-30 pistol.
They moved on as they saw Juan and only stopped about five yards in front of him. Officer Vicky was pointing her gun at Juan. The first row of five soldiers got on their knees and the next row behind aimed over their heads. Vicky cleared her throat and commanded with a raised chin.
“Drop your weapon now, intruder, and raise your hands above your head! You clearly see that we outnumber you by far! If you don't cooperate we'll shoot you right here!”
Juan had to chuckle.
“Okay.” He shrugged and pulled the trigger of his rifle.
In the next few seconds a lovely melody played in Juan's head as he began to mow down the soldiers, starting to the left and working his way to the right. His bullets shred through the girls uniforms right into the bodies of the ones in the next line. None of them could react in time, their screams deafening yet beautiful. Vicky's breasts jiggled as she got hit several times and thrown back on the soldiers behind her, who fell like dominoes.
In one swift movement Juan ejected the empty magazine and slammed a new one attached to his belt into the rifle and continued his fire until that magazine was empty as well. He continued with a third magazine, the confused and dazed soldiers in the last lines didn't even managed to aim their rifles properly at him.
The soldiers jolted and flew back one after another until they were only a pile of twitching, groaning uniformed khaki and bloody red female bodies.
Juan reloaded his rifle once more then flung it over his shoulder and got out his M1911 pistol. Walking down the pile with his pistol ready he enjoyed the sight of the bodies. Some even wetted themselves in front of his eyes. He looked at some of them closely and inspected one of the rifles while he went past the bodies. It looked to him as if he got them all and he slowly started walking down the corridor they had come from.

Zoey was still dazed as she lay below her comrades on the floor. She didn't feel any burning pain from a bullet wound! She heard the man who had just killed everyone except her walking away and decided to take her chance.
Slowly she crawled out from under the bodies, some still groaning as she did. The man didn't seem to notice her as he continued to slowly walk away. Zoey grabbed one of the rifles, aimed and pulled the trigger. The gun clicked but no shot fired. Zoey pulled the trigger again, multiple times, but it didn't fire.

Juan spun around. In front of the body pile stood a young soldier, a freckled redhead with pigtails that was about two heads shorter than himself. She aimed a rifle at him. Her blue grey eyes looked terrified at him, then the rifle and back to him as she continued to pull the trigger of the gun that only made dry clicks.
With three long steps he was in front of her, grabbed the rifle from her hands with his left, tossed it aside and pointed his own pistol against the girls helmet.
“I don't know who trained you, but walking into a battle with the safety of your rifle on will have you killed! Just look at your friends.”
Juan laughed and looked down at the soldier. He had a huge bulge in his pants. The girl slowly raised her hands above her head.
“I surrender! Please don't shoot me, Sir!”
Juan could smell her fear and it made him even more excited then the killing already had. He put his left hand on the khaki coloured steel helmet and pushed the girl down to her knees.
“You have to earn that girl.”
He positioned himself in front of her, legs slightly spread apart, the bulge of his pants right in front of her face. Zoey started to unbuckle his pants with shaking fingers and quickly Juan's large stiff cock pointed right at her.
From his point of view Juan only saw the khaki uniform and helmet, red pigtails sticking out to the sides, as the soldier girl slowly moved her head on his cock. He felt her warm lips embrace him, her sweet saliva moistening his hard member. Then her tongue slid over his cock, she released it again and licked the tip of it, before she slid it back in her mouth and started to suck.
Juan felt his cock become harder every second as Zoey moved her head in a rhythm over his cock, slowly gaining speed and sucking harder with every pass. He grunted in passion, feeling the hot breath released from the girls nose as she sucked him faster and faster, and he knew he would cum any second.
Zoey knew as well and when she noticed his cock twitching she quickly pulled her head away from it. But being on her knees she couldn't escape fast enough and Juan's hot cum splattered on her face and her uniform.
Both breathed hard for a moment and Juan's mind was racing what to do next, as steps approached from behind.
He turned and saw two more soldiers, both looking angry and cursing as they lifted their rifles up. Without any remorse he shot both down before they had a chance to fire a single shot.
As he turned back to Zoey he saw the redhead bending over the body pile, reaching for another rifle. Juan snapped his fingers and Zoey stared at him angry. Then he pulled the trigger of his M1911 and shot her in the back.
The young soldier screamed and arched her back, then rolled around until she lay still on top of the body pile. Her eyes looked terrified towards Juan, the helmet sunk deep in her face, cum smeared all over it and her uniform. Satisfied he saw a dark spot growing on the khaki pants between her thighs.
After a few calming breaths and a last view on the scene Juan buckled his pants up again and continued his way inside the facility.

Ed met with Hitomi, EG and XJ close to the reactor. Guard population was rather low down there but the group decided to split up and proceed on two levels to the generator room, Hitomi and Ed from the upper and EG and XJ from the floor level.
In front of the door to the reactor, XJ signalled EG to wait. There was a single soldier stationed in front of it, a young girl with long brown hair. XJ whistled once and the soldier looked around confused.
“Hello? Is anyone there? Hello? This isn't funny!”
Stephy took a few steps into the corridor, looking confused at the walls as if someone might hide inside them. XJ took his combat knife, weighed it in his hand and then threw it. The blade sunk deep into Stephy's chest. The girl dropped her rifle and clutched her hands around the knifes handle. Her whole body stiffened and her eyes went wide open, going cross-eyed. Then her pants started to get a growing dark spot as she wet herself and she fell backwards on the floor like a stiff plank.
XJ retrieved his knife, cleaning it on the girls uniform, before he got out his Colt 1862 Army revolver and went through the door, EG following him.
The reactor room was huge, a heavy machinery and long, big pipes leading all over the place. Above their heads were several levels with grate walkways and even more machinery. They heard shots being fired above.

Ed watched as Hitomi nailed another soldier with her M3 sub-machine gun. The girl with the long black hair had a wicked smile on her face the whole time, as if she was immensely enjoying to kill all those female soldiers, sluts as she called them.
But then another soldier popped up, black long hair, Asian look just like Hitomi. Theodora fired her AVS-36 rifle and hit Hitomi's hand, sending her sub-machine gun flying. But instead of retreating Hitomi clenched her teeth and charged fists up forward.
What's wrong with those girls? Ed thought to himself as he stepped onto the grate walkway as well, firing his M1 rifle at Theodora but the girl just stepped to the side and returned fire.
Her bullets first caught Hitomi in mid-run, making her stumble and fall on the grate floor. Then Ed felt a sharp pain in his chest as he got hit himself. He dropped to his knees, tried to get back up but couldn't.
“Haha, I bet you lousy mercenaries didn't expect to meet a soldier who knows how to use a gun! But you'll never win this battle! General Grace will rule the world! And for my help stopping you and saving the generator, I'll be her second in command soon!”
EG and XJ watched from below as Theodora slowly walked over the grates above them, lifting her rifle to give Ed a final shot.
They both aimed their pistols and fired twice, all bullets hitting Theodora who jerked with every impact. Then she collapsed on her side, her body twitching a few last times.
Ed managed to lift his head and right arm and made a thumbs up for EG and XJ.
“Thanks guys. Had a good time. Now please blow this place up!”
His arm and head dropped back down and he was done.
Without loosing any more time EG and XJ started to place explosives around the generator, setting the timers and made their way back up, hoping that the remaining teams would all make it out in time.

Karin stood in her office, holding up a small microfilm containing all the information about the “Man Eater” as they had named the device of Doctor Sonny, the one to control all men. Her plan was perfectly in motion.
First she had made this copy of all the information required to rebuild this device. Then she had destroyed the first prototype, an accident, throwing back General Grace's plans for world domination until Doctor Sonny had build another device. And of course it wasn't perfect yet, given the constant distraction from General Grace herself and Doctor Sonny's assistant Roberta. That Italian woman was perfect for the job. She had a very sketchy background and Karin knew something was not right about her. She knew that Roberta herself was planning to steal the device.
It all played perfectly into Karin's plans.
She had made the arrangements with the locals and their hired mercenaries. Opened them the doors so they could invade the base. Roberta and Doctor Sonny wouldn't manage to fire up the device in time. The mercenaries stop General Grace, the device gets destroyed. And she would escape unseen with the microfilm, hand it over to the agency she was secretly working for, get paid, become rich and never would have to bother with any work at all any more. And only surround herself with women, in case the agency would do something stupid with the device later.

She packed the few things she needed in a satchel and turned towards the door just as it got opened.
Erich Jaegger stepped inside the office, one of the mercenaries dressed in camouflage clothes. He casually held his M1 carbine rifle in one hand, aiming at Karin. Karin didn't notice her mouth gaped open.
“Hello Karin, it's good to see you as well. Although I'm not as surprised as you are to meet you here. You see, you don't just quit the agency after you hear about some madwoman who's building an army and plans to take over the world. It makes the agency suspicious of you. And rightly so I'd say. It appears your little sabotage here is only part of a bigger plan you have, and it doesn't involve your old agency. So they send me here to discuss it with you.”
While he talked Erich slowly stepped closer while Karin backed up until she hit the desk behind her. Her hand slowly started searching for her TT-30. Erich shook his head and threw a pair of cuffs in front of Karin's feet.
“Don't do anything you might regret later my dear. If you cuff yourself like a good girl we'll both walk out of here just fine. And I'm sure we can come to an agreement later. The agency really misses you.”
Karin's hand had found the pistol. In a swift move she pulled it up and fired while throwing herself backwards over her table. Erich dodged the bullet by making a somersault towards the wall lined with metal cabinets. He pulled one of the cabinets from the wall, crashing it on it's side on the floor. From behind it he popped his head and rifle up and fired several shots towards the table.
The bullets slammed into the wall above Karin, raining down dust and debris. She cursed.
“I'm not coming with you Erich! Neither you nor the agency can convince me. You'd still be a simple spy when I'm drinking champagne for breakfast!”
She returned fire before she got into defence again, but her bullets only hit the metal cabin.
“Alright, let's cut the chit-chat and discuss this like man and woman. You're cornered and I have plenty of ammunition. Sooner or later you'll run out of bullets!”
With that he fired again, making Karin duck behind the table once more.
They exchanged fire like that until the door opened and a confused looking brunette soldier stood in it.
“Ma'am, I heard shots from your office? What's going...”
“Shoot that man! Shoot him now!” Karin interrupted her.
But Erich was faster. Rolling backwards he reached the girl at the door and slammed the butt of his rifle in her stomach. The girl bent over groaning.
Karin saw her chance and got up but Erich was faster. He flung his arm around the soldier and held her in front of him. Karin's bullets hit the screaming girl several times. Erich fired back one handed and hit Karin in her chest which pushed her back against the wall where she slowly sank down against, leaving a bloody streak until she sat on the floor. Her mouth still wide open, just the way when he met her.
Erich let go of the soldier girl in his hands who just collapsed on the ground, then he tipped his imaginary hat.
“I'm glad I was able to discuss this situation with you. And I'm happy with our new agreement.”
He turned around and left the office.

“I want the device turned on now, Doctor! You said it would be ready! We're under attack, it must be turned on now!”
Grace's voice on the intercom was furious. Sonny stood in the lab and smiled wickedly as he looked at Roberta.
“Yes General Grace! Just give me five more minutes!”
He turned off the intercom and looked at Roberta. He reached into the cabinet next to the intercom and pulled out a TT-30 pistol. Roberta didn't seemed to be surprised at all.
“I'm sorry my dear assistant, but we'll part ways now. I thank you for all your help, but from now on I'll work alone. This device wasn't meant for General Grace. It's for me. And once I'll active it, I'll rule over all men alone!”
It's been General Grace's idea to transmit the signals of the device all over the world using the bases large satellite dish and a satellite in orbit, and with it turn all men into willing slaves for her. But Doctor Sonny didn't like this plan. Being a trans man, his plan was to use the device to enslave all men himself and build his own army instead of following Grace.
Roberta had known something was not right about Doctor Sonny's intentions, her own agency had warned her about it. But it was nothing she couldn't handle.
Sonny stepped backwards and grabbed the “Man Eater” device from the machine that would’ve transferred the signal to the satellite. He looked kind of mad as he stashed it in the pocket of his lab jacket. Like a mad scientist that he was.
“Don't try to follow me Roberta or I'll shoot you! I'm really sorry, but I can't trust you! Just tell the General that the device exploded!”
He hobbled towards the door while waving the pistol back and forth uneasy. As he almost had reached the door the turned his back towards Roberta.

Roberta used the chance to kneel down and pull a hidden Glisenti Model 1910 from one of her high heel boots.
“I'm sorry Doctor, but I can't let you escape with the device.”
Sonny turned around and Roberta fired her pistol once, hitting him in his stomach. Sonny dropped his own pistol and collapsed sitting against the wall, breathing heavily.
“What... what is going on?”
Roberta stepped closer to him, kicked the pistol away and pulled the device out of Sonny's jacket.
“Well, you might want to rule the world with this device. But I intend to sell it to the highest bidder, and I already have some really nice offers. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get out of here before this whole facility goes to hell. Addio!”
She placed her pistol against Sonny's chest and shot him once more, right into his heart.
Roberta sighed as she got up again. She had really liked Doctor Sonny. He knew what an Italian girl like Roberta enjoyed and she'd miss the fun they've had in the lab, aside from their work.

Suddenly the door flung open and a tall man dressed in a suit, sunglasses and short black hair stood in it. He immediately pointed his silenced Colt 1903 pistol at Roberta, fired and hit her own Glisenti who went flying. Roberta slowly backed away.
“Miss Roberta I assume?”
Roberta gulped. The man looked serious, not to be joked with. She slowly put her hands in her jacket pockets, feeling for the device. She knew that at close range she could influence him with it, if she got the chance.
“Yes... I'm Roberta. And who are you? You're not from General Grace's staff.”
The man adjusted his tie with his left hand while keeping his gun steadily pointed at Roberta.
“Ah, you're right about that. My name's Carlos Questor. I represent a group that is interested in the offer you placed, regarding a device called the 'Man Eater'. My clients are very interested to see this offer and the device removed. However instead of buying from you they decided it would be a lot cheaper for them to just hire me to take care of this... piccolo problema?”
He nudged his chin towards Roberta who was about a head smaller then him.
“Be so nice as to hand it over and maybe I'll forget I met you here. You might still seek your fortune in another line of business.”
Carlos chuckled. His right hand still pointing the pistol, he held out his flat left hand towards her.
Roberta slowly pulled the device from her pocket. With her little finger she flicked the switch and turned it on, then quickly held it up and towards Carlos' head.
“Listen to me! Hand over your gun. I command you!”
Carlos smiled and slowly let his arm with the pistol sink. Roberta smiled as well.
Then he raised it again quickly and fired a single shot. PHUT!
Roberta felt a sting in her left chest. She clutched it with her free hand, blood soaking through her white lab jacket.
“What... how... why?”
Then she collapsed on the floor.
Carlos went to the device and slammed his foot down, breaking it. Then he fired three shots into the remains.
“I'm not affected by cheap mind tricks, Miss Roberta. Also I'm getting paid to take you out. Now, where is that other...”
He turned and started searching the lab. His intel had confirmed the other device and the thought alone made him shake in excitement like a little kid in a candy store. After a short time he found what he was looking for and carried it over to the machine that would transmit to the satellite. He connected the other device and spoke on the intercom.

General Grace stood on the highest platform overlooking the huge satellite dish below. Only her bodyguards Niki and Nikki stood next to her, but a few steps down where the entrance to the facility was she had placed two more soldiers. The surrounding lower platforms also had dozens of soldiers positioned to cover her. She knew this attack on her facility wasn't a coincidence, she knew she'd been sabotaged. But it didn't matter any more.
If Doctor Sonny was unable to activate the device then she'd have to relocate herself for now and start again, so she had ordered a chopper to pick her up just in case.

The intercom of the platform activated and a male voice spoke. It wasn't Doctor Sonny!
“General Grace, my name's Carlos Questor. I'm sorry to inform you that your Doctor and her assistant had other plans than helping you. But myself, I'm a helping man. That device they've built for you is gone, but I found another one and I think you might like it if I turn this on instead. It's called 'Grace's Pleasure', I'm sure you're familiar with it. And from what I heard about you, it's quite intense. But it also has this intensity slider... I'll just put it to maximum and we'll see what happens, yes?”
Grace's face turned white as she listened. She started to unbutton her uniform jacket already as she knew what was going to happen.
“Don't do it Mister! I'll hire you, you hear me? Come up to the platform and we can discuss this further! You really don't want to use this device!”
The man on the intercom laughed.
“I'm sorry, but the idea is just too hilarious, I have to do it!”
The intercom went silent and a low humming sound appeared. The satellite dish was activated and started transmitting the signal...

Grace immediately felt the effect. She felt hot. Aroused. She bit her lower lip and looked around. Her bodyguards noticed something being wrong as well.
She started sweating. Her mind slowly went blank, she just felt the urge to touch herself. Her nipples got hard. Her pussy wet. Grace stepped back against the railing, tried to focus on something else. Usually it took her several minutes to get aroused like that from the device on the low settings. But not even a full minute had passed now!
Grace looked over the railing to the lower platforms. They all felt the effect! She saw some of her soldiers wildly embracing each other, some ripping their uniforms open, touching. Some leaned against the walls, their hands inside their pants, masturbating!
She tried to stay calm, breathing normally. It was difficult. Her pussy was pleading to be touched! Grace turned and saw Niki and Nikki in their grey jumpsuits. Both had sat down and rubbed themselves through the material of their suits, moaning loudly.
The two soldiers by the door lay on top of each other, their jackets open, breasts exposed. Their hands inside their pants furiously rubbing each other, their faces smacked together kissing.
The device was set to Grace's pleasure level... she could only imagine what it would do to normal women.
Her knees gave in. Grace leaned on the railing and looked down again. She saw one of her soldiers wetting her pants with pussy juices before she just collapsed. Then Grace saw her chopper approaching. It was swaying in the air as it approached. She knew what was wrong. The pilot was a girl as well and probably affected by the device's signal as well.
Grace's right hand was already inside her pants while she clung to the railing, watching the chopper. It buckled up and then went down in a spiral way until it crashed into the satellite dish and exploded in a huge fireball. The transmitted signal got interrupted but the effects of it continued to work.
Grace let herself sink down on the platform and gave into the intense feeling as she just masturbated herself...

Carlos listened to the moaning coming over the intercom for a while. It aroused him as well and he went over to Roberta's body.
“I'm sorry Miss Roberta that you can't experience this any more yourself.”
He picked her up under his arms and went over to one of the lab desks, put Roberta down on it with her feet dangling down. Then he just ripped her tights apart, flipped her lab coat open and soaked in the sight for a moment. She already looked wet.
Without further waiting he just unbuckled the trousers of his suit and began pounding his erected cock into Roberta's pussy. It didn't take him long until he filled her with his cum and as he pulled his cock out of her, some of it dribbled down her legs and on her expensive black boots.
It was time to leave now, if those had mercenaries managed to place their explosives.

Mr. Silencer quickly walked down the corridors leading to the satellite platform. He was followed by the mercenaries Facundo and Juan. Brutes, Mr. Silencer thought. He told them he was only working alone, but they insisted to accompany him and agreed to only take out Grace's soldiers but Grace herself was for Mr. Silencer alone.
As they got close to the satellite platform resistance from the soldiers became a steamy experience rather than hot fire fights. Several soldiers had passed out on their own while others didn't even react to the group any more as they just leaned against the wall or lay on the floor masturbating. Few managed to raise their rifles but the group quickly killed every one of them.

They split up as they got to the stairs leading to the different levels of the platform. Mr. Silencer went to the top level while Juan and Facundo went to the lower levels.
Juan kicked his door open and saw madness. Dozens of soldiers lay around, in various states of undressing, they fondled each other or just masturbating themselves. Facundo had the same view on his side of the platform. Some of the soldiers slowly managed to shake off the effect of the transmission and opened fire on the mercenaries, who in return started taking out girl after girl.
Mr. Silencer opened the door to the top platform and had to step over the unconscious bodies of the two soldiers that had been standing guard and now lay on top of each other.
He saw Grace on the platform. Her uniform was unbuttoned exposing her chest, her panties hanging on one of her black high heel boots and her right hand was still rubbing her pussy. As she spotted Mr. Silencer she tried to pull herself up on the railing and barked orders to her bodyguards Niki and Nikki.
The women in the grey jumpsuits went for their PPD-40 sub-machine guns but Mr. Silencer was ready. With two precise shots he hit each of them right in their hearts. They both fell back, arms and legs sprawled.
Grace managed to get on her feet, her left hand clung to the railing.
“You! How dare you and your crazy comrades come and destroy my facility! I'll kill you!”
With her right she opened the holster of her gun and took her TT-30 out. Her hand was all slippery from her pussy juices and she couldn't get a grip.
Mr. Silencer fired his pistol once more and hit Grace right in her heart as well. He still couldn't see her eyes as she was still wearing her shades, but the black haired woman was smiling wickedly as she dropped her pistol. Without a word she slowly bent back and fell over the railing until she landed with a thud on the satellite dish below.
Mr. Silencer blew away the smoke from his silencer.
“Those are not my comrades. I work alone. I'm Silencer. Hitman Silencer.”
A black chopper emerged from the forest and approached the platform. Mr. Silencer took a last view on the lower platforms where the mercenaries finished killing the remaining soldiers.
Then he stepped on the ladder that got rolled out of the chopper and the chopper took off with him.

On the lower platform Juan and Facundo watched as the chopper left.
“Fuck, he could've taken us with him! We have to get off this platform before the bombs go up.”
Juan looked around the platform, dozens of bodies around them. Then a man in a suit stepped out of the door, Carlos Questor. He adjusted his sunglasses and walked over to them.
“Gentlemen, you need a ride?”
Without further words another chopper approached the platform and took off with them.
Circling the satellite dish they saw the rescued prisoners and the remaining people from their mercenaries group heading towards the forest. Then huge explosions shook the mountain and the whole dish collapsed in a giant cloud of smoke...

On that day General Grace and her army got defeated.
But almost no one ever knew of the danger she had posed to the world.
However on that day a mysterious event took place as women all over the world had become aroused at the same time, causing the biggest sexual offensive the world had ever seen. Billions of women had dropped everything they did and made love to whoever was nearby or simply masturbated by themselves, causing chaos all over the world on that day.
The mystery behind it was never solved...

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This is a compiling of all of the short quick-kills I have written that don't include the wonderful Stephy. I might have more in the future. Hope everyone enjoys.


Hot Tub Crime and Punishment




There are times when the struggles of selling illicit military hardware to deranged dictators the world over doesn't seem worth it. Sure, I get to live in a mansion, drive expensive cars, and fuck beautiful women, but the number of times I've had one of my own guns pointed at me is far more than I would prefer. The international travel is enjoyable, but being hunted by half the worlds intelligence agencies, police, and even a few former business partners can wear on a person. I think to myself that I'm a good salesman. I can sell anything to anybody. It doesn't have to be guns. It doesn't have to be illegal.

Of course, then all I have to do is look down at the two very lovely ladies in front of me in the hot tub inside my massive mansion on my private island and realize that there is no way I could have made this kind of money and paid for girls this hot in the boring, legal private sector. Of course, these two weren't just incredibly expensive escorts, not anymore, not to me. They started that way, but I think they liked the life, or me one, and decided to pursue me for a more permanent arrangement. I'm not sure I care which as long as it means I still get to have sex with both of them.

They were gorgeous, of course, dark hair, rich healthy nut brown skin, huge breasts, spankable asses, and mouths that did some amazing things, but what made them worth keeping were the extras they brought to the table. Ramona was the prettier one and turning into a truly beautiful sadist. I've brought her on a couple of interrogations I had to do within the organization. Her appreciation for a mixture of pain and pleasure was, honestly, arousing. Jade, well, she gorgeous and she also has a flair for book keeping. When she wasn't on me, and sometimes while she was, she was auditing my guys books, making sure no one was skimming off the top.

The problem was, Jade was informing on me to Interpol. That meant she had to die.

Sitting in the pool, naked, ready for some fun, she didn't know what was coming, but Ramona did. She was more than happy to play along. I really think she has developed a kink for this kind of thing. Still dressed, I reached in and fondled Jade from behind. Ramona, I beckoned to join us. Jade was in heaven. I kissed her neck as slowly caressed her breasts while Ramona went to work downstairs with that skillful little tongue of hers. I could feel her shutter, squirm, as we both worked her over, but it was time for the really fun part.

I stood back up, removing my belt. Jade looked up and smiled. She turned back around, arching her back and letting out a moan as Ramona hit a particularly good spot. She probably thought I was about to join in. I looped the belt around her neck. She didn't even notice. Her eyes were closed.

They opened wide once I pulled it tight.

Her hands went to her throat while she tried to get some air. Her legs were trying to thrash about, but Ramona had them well in hand. The smile on her face as she watched Jade fighting for breath was wider and more sinister than I have ever seen. She was really enjoying this. I could feel that I was starting to feel the same way. I must have had the same look, because we she caught my eye, she beamed licking her lips before biting them as if she just felt a wave of pleasure. Then she went down on her.

Jade's squirms became more erratic, confused. I wasn't sure if that was oxygen starvation to her brain or the dissonance of the pain of suffocation with the pleasure of clitoral stimulation. Slowly, surely, Jade struggled less and less, and then she stopped struggling at all. The rhythmic rise and fall of her gorgeous breasts stopped. I pulled the belt tighter, just to be sure. Ramona stopped and looked up at me.

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I'm going to post of few of my more recent ones here as part of my ongoing mission to kill Stephy as many times as possible. She's just too cute not to mount to the hood of your truck to take home and stuff for the mantle.


At the Altar of the Baals

In the town of Sechem, Stephana lived in comfort. Her home was a large structure of strong cedar at the foot of the path up the mountain.

Her days were simple. In the morning she awoke and went to the priestesses of Asherah. There they disrobed her over her evening gown and took her to the hot spring where they cleansed her of the dirt and sweat of the previous day and gently wax off any hair that grew any place but her head with honey. Her long brown hair was treated with sacred oils and brushed until it shown like gossamer and was put up in careful braids.

After her cleansing she would be dressed in a new gown of soft white linen. It was always stitched to her exact measurements, holding to her beautiful figure. From there she was free to do as she pleased until sunset. Often she would walk in the wooded gardens at the base of the mountian, enjoying the solitude. She was the only one with permission to walk there. She was the Blessed Virgin they told her, chosen from birth.

At sunset, Stephana took on her ceremonial role. She was to preside over the rites of the priests and priestesses of Ba'al and Asherah. She sat in her chair in the high place beneath the great tree that served as the Asherah Pole on the top of the mountain. There she witnessed the orgies and sacrifices. The people of the town would come and strip, ravishing each other with passion. At the height of their orgy, the calf would be brought out, unblemished and virgin. It would be sacrificed and dressed, then roasted over the coals on the altar, its juices dripping down and sending up smoke to please their gods. She would feast with the priests and priestesses, enjoying the bounty of the sacrifice.

But lately, Stephana grew worried. The long summer seemed like it would never end. The crops withered, and the flowers of the gardens no longer bloomed. Everyone was worried, and worse, they looked at her. She would hear the whispers as she passed, saw the conspiratorial looks. It frightened her.

Then night came.

They didn't come for the usual ceremony at sunset and no one made their way up the mountain. She waited for what seemed like an eternity.

Then Elzur the High Priest came. He was a tall man, and broad. His face was handsome, but grim. With him were all of the priests and priestesses.

"The time of the Great Sacrifice is at hand Stephana."

"What? I've never heard of such a thing in all my life, what do you mean? What am I to do? Where are the people of the town?"

"They are not to witness the sacrifice. It is not for their eyes. You are to be the sacrifice tonight, my dear. Now be a good girl and come along."


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“Bye bye! Have a nice evening!”

Zoey waved the last shift as they left the building. She straightened the skirt of her uniform. It was 11 pm. As she turned around to head back inside she saw Exal standing in the doorway, eyeing her. He smiled wickedly, his brown eyes laid on her.

“You like what you see?”

Zoey shook her hips and stepped closer to him.

Same as her, Exal wore the guards uniform of Walker Industries private estates. He had black shoes, black trousers made of fine cloth with a brown satin trim on the sides of the legs, leading up to his waist, continuing on his black jacket up until his armpits. The slim jacket showed off his muscular body under it. Another brown trim ran down from his collar over his arms to his wrists. On the left chest the golden logo of Walker Industries was embroidered.

Zoey wore the same clothes, except she had a skirt and black tights instead of trousers, and wore knee high black heeled boots. Her shoulder long red hair waved slightly as she walked up to Exal and past him, back inside the mansion.

It was one of the many private mansions, a luxury complex used by their employee only every few weeks when he was travelling in the area. Otherwise it was empty of people, except for the security and the occasional maid that kept the interior clean and tidy.

But the actual mansion was anything but empty. It was a luxury place, expensive carpets, marble floors, shelves made of mahogany, leather couches, oil paintings on the walls. When Zoey was assigned to his place three months ago, she was overwhelmed at first. She had night shift together with her partner Exal. It usually was a very quiet job, occasionally chasing a stray dog or a drunk from the lawn was the most excitement she got. Unless her employee was staying at the place, but then both Exal and Zoey got stuck in their security room, watching the cameras and making sure everything was in order from in there. But when no one was around, she enjoyed walking through the mansion, pretending it was hers.

Spending so much time together, Exal and Zoey became attracted to each other, and started dating soon. It was a lovely relationship, full of fun and passion they shared in their free time. But when Zoey revealed her kinky ideas to Exal, things really went off.

Exal knew all the security codes for the camera recordings and started to keep clean recording loops of the rooms. Once they had the system figured out they started to have sex inside the mansion. First they made love on the expensive leather couch, then on the tables, in the kitchen, later even inside the master bedroom. They tipped off the maid to clean up the mess they made and no one ever suspected anything.

The maid would arrive tomorrow morning again Zoey knew, which meant that they could have a hot steamy night. Exal didn't knew yet that she didn't wore any panties and her tights already had a cut-out for her private parts. Zoey planned to make love on the expensive couch tonight, just sitting on it, then leaning back, pulling her skirt up so Exal could see.

But Exal had different plans. Several weeks ago a woman had approached him in private. Her name was Grace. She had an intriguing offer for him. She knew a lot about that particular mansion and it's safe hidden behind one of the paintings in the master bedroom, containing various gemstones and several pounds of gold. Mr. Walker kept those belongings spread over his different mansions, but the content of this particular vault would be worth several million dollars.

Exal knew about the security system of the vault. It required a key code, as well as the fingerprints of two of the security personal, but only a matching group. Unless Mr. Walker was staying at a mansion the assigned security personal on duty was never a matching group.

But in their case Exal and Zoey had been a matching group. When Exal confronted Grace about this fact, she had just shrugged it off as if she knew nothing about it.

The only problem was the key code, but Exal had repositioned one of the cameras when Mr. Walker stayed at the mansion the last time and managed to get a recording of him entering the code.

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