“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.
PFUT! PFUT! PFUT! PFUT! PFUT!
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.
CLICK! CLICK CLICK!
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.
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...