The
Liquidation List. Part Three (1).
B.O.D.Z.
London HQ. 23rd September 2006 19.06 hrs
“Has Kyle
checked in yet?”
“No,
everyone else has, most of ‘em are at our facility in the West End, except,
Grant, Bennet, the usual ones. Oh, Lomax and Carter are at that damn place
again, Freddy’s or something.”
“I wish
these guys would use the gym we provide. Bloody hell, we spend millions
disguising it as an underground car park, putting in the latest kit, it’s much
safer and must be better equipped than anywhere, especially some shitty little
place in North London, ah well. Better send one of the guys over to Kyle’s
flat, just to check.”
“Ok, I’ll
send Manix.”
B.O.D.Z.
secret training facility, Piccadilly entrance. 23rd September 2006
19.23 hrs
The
B.O.D.Z. guard was bored, Friday night and he was stuck with the worst job of
all, sitting in the fake ticket booth pretending to be an ordinary security
guard, keeping up the cover of the de-lux facility.
It was a
necessary job, he knew, but still crap. He had to wear the maroon jumper, grey
shirt, peaked cap, he felt like a total loser. Even so, the uniform couldn’t
hide his true physique, broad shoulders bulged under the jumper and his strong
face was accented by the shadows thrown by the cap.
“Oohh!!
Look at ‘im, ‘e’s gorgeous!”
The
shriek came from one of two girls staggering down the ramp towards the booth.
Weekends were the worst, fending off drunken women who’d spotted his muscular
frame. These two were typical. Short skirts, shorter tops, make up to make a
clown blush. They looked rather fitter than the average weekend slags though.
One was chewing gum, the other waved a cigarette.
“We’re
closed girls.”
“That’s
all right sweetheart, we ain’t got a car to park, we’re too pissed, it’s you we
want. Got a light?”
The
drunken pair were with him now, leaning on the sill of the booth, leering and
giggling. The first of the two held a cigarette to her over made up lips.
“Sorry I
don’t smoUnhhhhh!”
The small
dart hit him in the neck, in less than a second the poison started to work, his
system started to shut down. His head swam, vision blurring as the woman put
away the miniature blowpipe.
“Make
sure of him”
He heard
the voice as if through a door, clipped, sharp, totally different to the
drunken nasal London whine of seconds before.
The
second female drew a slim blade, he tried to resist, the poison making his
nerves seize, his limbs jerked. She gripped his throat with one hand, pushing
him back and drove the blade up under his breast bone with the other, deep,
straight into his heart. His jerking stopped and the body slid down into the
darkness of the booth.
“Quick,
you know where you’re going?” The other D.O.O.M. agent nodded. “Let’s go then.”
They
slipped into the building.
B.O.D.Z.
secret training facility, Gym. 23rd September 2006 19.26 hrs.
The
masseuse breathed on her hands to warm them, she checked her tray of oils then,
finally, she checked herself in the mirror. It was Nolan tonight, she liked
Nolan, he was buff, like all the agents she worked with, but his hazel eyes
turned her on and his voice was like honey.
“C’mon
Rachel, I’m lying here ready!”
She
jumped at his call, turning to go when she was grabbed.
“Ohh!mpphH!”
The hand
clamped tight over her mouth, she could feel the strong body against her.
“You’re
goin’ nowhere bitch!” The voice was female, soft but vicious. She felt the
pressure build, then blackness, a gristly sound as her vertebrae snapped. The
body was lowered soundlessly to the ground and the D.O.O.M. agent paused only
to pout a small vial into one of the oil bottles before pushing the trolley out
to the waiting hunk.
“Took
your time.”
The agent
lay face down on the table, a white towel cover his backside, lightly tanned
body gleaming in the soft light. Soft hands smeared the warm oil over his
broad, rippling back.
“Staying
silent eh? I’m sorry Rachel, didn’t mean to shout. Mhhhh that’s nice, sort of
tingles, is it new?”
Still no
reply as the masseuse worked round, smoothing oil into his flanks, his
shoulders and arms, she smoothed down the towel, exposing his bubble butt,
smearing the oil over his cheeks and down his thighs.
“Ohh wow,
you’re getting frisky tonight Rachel, perhaps I should shout at you more often,
hey not there!”
The oiled
finger slipped between his cheeks, he started to rise, to turn and stop her,
but he found his limbs wouldn’t respond.
“You just
lie there agent, let me do my work.”
“What the
fu.? You’re not Rachel, what the fuck’s going on?!”
“Don’t
worry, you’ll soon be with Rachel again my little stud muffin, you just lie
down and enjoy the effects of my massage and my drug. It only effects males, it
heightens your sensations but cuts out your control, clever isn’t it?”
The
finger eased into his virgin hole, he squirmed and shouted, but he was unable
to prevent her invasion. Deeper it went, questing, nudging his prostate causing
his protests to change to moans.
Keeping
her finger inside him she held one ankle in her other hand and turned Nolan
over, his now rock hard cock standing tall; his cute face showed arousal mixed
with stark fear. She continued to finger fuck his hole until beads of pre cum
showed at the tip of his thick cock.
“Ohh,
good boy…”
She
stopped her violation and worked more poisoned oil over his sculpted pecs and
abs. Then, in one smooth movement, she mounted his helpless body, legs
straddling him, she faced his rigid weapon, gripping it, using it as a hand
hold as she slid up and down his marble hard form.
“Oonhhhhh
goddd…”
He could
feel her wet pussy as it slipped over him, her hold on his cock was ecstatic
agony. One half of his instinct screamed at him to hold and caress her, the
other pleaded with him to resist, to throw her off and defeat this weaker,
smaller woman, but he could do neither, the poison now had rendered him paralysed,
helpless.
“Enough
fun baby, I’ve work to do.”
She gripped his cock with one hand and his
balls with the other, pushing gently she eased herself back until she slid over
his handsome face, wet lips enfolding his mouth and nose. As she felt his death
throws through her cunt she squeezed, harder and fiercer. As she moaned in
orgasm she burst his tortured balls, his cock shot, hot white cum spattered
them both as he suffocated under her lethal cunt.
She
dismounted, bending to kiss his dead lips, tasting herself on him.
“No time
for fun..must move on.”
She
swiftly moved through the gym, seeking her next victims.
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