Hitwoman Story #1

Transcript

I love my job. It pays well, I get to travel, but best of all I get to rid the world of a lot of useless men. I'm sure you'd love to hear about some of my exploits, so I'll dive right in and tell you about one of my favorite hits.

One that didn't exactly go as planned. I had to make my way inside the villa of some mod boss and take him out. The place was heavily guarded and I knew it was going to be a tough job.

The first order of business was to get inside the gate. There was a single guard manning the entry. In the darkness of night, dressed all in black, he didn't see me sneaking up behind him.

As I hovered silently behind him, I smiled, knowing that this guy isn't going to stand a chance. I quickly slipped a wire around his neck and shoved my knee deep into his back to keep him off balance. The startled guard struggled and fought hard against me, but it was no use.

I was strangling him to death, pulling back hard with my gloved hands on the wire. There was nothing he could do. His writhing and bucking was slowing down as he choked without air.

After a few minutes, he was deader than a doorknob, so I tossed him aside and took his access card to get inside the grounds. The house was massive, and nobody noticed I was inside making my way to the boss's office. It was too easy, but the boss was nowhere to be found.

I began to wonder where he'd be hiding inside this palatial home, where a guard suddenly stumbled inside the office. I drew my silencer equipment gun faster than he could, but I didn't shoot. I ordered him against a wall and told him not to make a sound.

The man put his hand up and obeyed me. I got close to him with my silencer pressed against his head and leaned toward his ear. Where's your boss? I whispered.

I don't know, he replied. I squeezed his balls with my free hand. The man doubled up and moaned in pain.

I think you do, I said. Tell me or you die. He knew I wasn't bluffing.

He nervously looked up at the ceiling, realizing he fucked up. He left yesterday. He went somewhere in his Gulf Stream.

I don't know where. I think it was Miami. I smiled at the guard.

He was young and hot. I stopped crushing his balls and moved my gloved hand gently over his crotch. His crotch was hard and swollen.

I caressed his erection, whispering to him as I tossed my blonde hair against his face. Do I excite you? Or is that just a fear erection? You know I could blow your balls off at any second, right? The guard was panting heavily.

He was clearly aroused. I didn't really have time to play with him, but there was no need to kill him for no reason. Maybe I could just tie him up, give him a quick handjob just for fun, before I made my escape? Just a quick cum shot for my amusement.

Nothing much. As I considered my options with the cute guard, a noise at the door made me spin around and aim my gun. Two guards opened the door and stepped inside.

They didn't know who they were up against. The first guard through the door didn't stand a chance. His brain barely registered what was happening before I could put a bullet through it.

My silencer made that sexy thwip as I pulled the trigger. He was dead before he even hit the floor. The second guard jumped back and ran.

He was escaping down the hallway where he could alert guards, but that wasn't my only problem. The cute guy had pulled away from me and was reaching into his jacket for his gun. It didn't matter how cute he was or how big his dick was.

I killed him with two quick shots to his chest. He stumbled and collapsed on his back, looking up at me in shock. I stood over him, shaking my head.

His cock was still standing straight up. I gave it a soft kick with my boot and said to him, dying with a boner, for me. I love it.

I didn't have time to lose. One of the dead guards had an assault rifle, which I picked up and carried with me into the hallway as I neared a corner. I heard footsteps approaching.

I braced myself, waited for the unsuspecting men to round the corner. Three armed guards charged into the hallway right in front of me. A quick burst of a machine gun fire wasted all three men in the blink of an eye.

They flew off their feet and landed with a hard thud on the floor. I gingerly stepped over their twitching dead bodies and continued to make my escape. Voices of more guards shouting echoed through the night air.

As I ran past an elevator, I heard the faint bell signaling. It's arriving on my floor. I squared up to the doors and waited with my rifle tucked against my shoulder.

When the elevator door opened, the five guards inside probably didn't have much time to see the blonde woman in the black catsuit and tall boots standing there. Waiting in ambush with a gun pointed at them. Maybe they had a split second to realize, but they were all totally fucked.

I began firing in the elevator, filling up the small space with so much hot lead that every man inside was dead on his feet before he could even say, bitch. I liked the way they jerked and jiggled to my gunfire, screaming in agony as they all clutched themselves and collapsed in a dead heap. After I killed all the men in the elevator, I blew the smoke away from the muzzle of my rifle because I love doing silly shit like that.

Then I stepped inside the elevator, standing tall and superior in my stiletto boots. I looked down at all the men I just fucked up. Going down, boys? I knew the ground floor would be crawling with guards, so the moment the elevator doors opened, I got down low and dove out the elevator.

Bullets were flying everywhere, but I managed to do a commando roll and target a couple men shooting at me. The two guys looked surprised that their shots missed, and they had a look on their face that said, oh shit, that girl had us by the balls. I blasted both men and watched their feet kick in the air as their final thoughts probably centered on how it felt to get wasted by a girl.

I quickly rolled onto my back with my legs spread apart in a wide V shape. As I lowered my gun near my crotch, it spat hot death as three guards ran at me. From their point of view, it probably looked like my pussy was shooting at them.

Death by pussy is such a perfect way to snuff a guy. The three guys grunted as they bit the dust. That's three fewer cocks in the world I have to deal with.

Men were shooting down at me from the balcony above the lobby. With lethal precision, I instantly ended their lives with a volley of well-placed shots. I watched a couple guards clutch their chest and topple off the balcony, falling to the ground as they were in some sort of kind of old cowboy movie, getting shot off the roof of the saloon.

It's always fun to kill guys, but especially fun when they look like total losers while they die. I had to make a dash for the door. I ran for it, narrowingly avoiding more gunfire.

As I opened the door, I swiveled back and saw a bunch of men racing down a long staircase to pursue me. I raked the staircase with gunfire, laughing gleefully as a half a dozen men got mowed down. They shouted and stumbled, their dead bodies tumbling out of control down the stairs and slamming into each other.

I glanced over my shoulder at all the dead men I was leaving behind in my wake. Not bad for a day's work. My job wasn't done just yet.

I had to make a quick getaway. Luckily, the dumb males supplied the perfect escape when a big black SUV came screeching to halt right in front of me. It was filled with armed reinforcements.

I stood in front of the SUV and aimed my machine gun at the windshield. The look on the guy's face inside was priceless. I riddled the windshield with bullets.

The guards were sitting ducks and had nowhere to hide. I fucked up every guy inside that SUV, moaning almost orgasmically as the destruction of so many males. When it was all over, I yanked the dead driver out of his seat and took the car for a ride.

Final score? Girls, 37. Boys, 0.

I announced the car. Not that anyone inside was able to hear me at that point.