Rachel
Killer
By
Slayer
835
She heard the sound of two doors being
slammed, and then shortly thereafter a male voice: “Can we help you, Miss?” She
turned her head around and spotted two guys, both twenty-something. “Well,
actually, you can.” she answered, picking up her silenced pistol, pointing it
in their direction. “Start with putting your hands up!” Both men looked
startled, just the way, her victims always did, when they discovered, that this
kitty not only had claws, but a very lethal instrument at her disposal too.
Standing up to get a good shooting stance, Rachel repeated her command,
underlining it by putting a bullet into the left headlight of the guys' car.
“As you can see, I'm an excellent shot, so you better do, what I tell you.”
Both men complied, raising their hands up in the air, anxiously waiting for
what would come next. “Throw away your cell phones, keys, and any potential
weapons, like a pocket knife or something.” Rachel told them. “And do it
slowly.” They both did, as they were told, their will to defy her, which had
not been not very strong in the first place was now completely gone. Next,
Rachel ordered them to attach the remaining snow chains, as they would
certainly need one, where they went next. With all the chains in place, it was
finally time to get out of here. “You” the blonde killer girl told the first
man. “Get behind the wheel. You – front passenger seat, and both of you, let me
see your hands, as soon as you're in.” Rachel watched the two men get in,
positioning herself in front of the car, and when they finally stretched their
hands out, she went to the right back passenger door and took place on the
backseat. She had barely taken place, when she already drew a second pistol out
of her jacket, a small .22, but sufficient for this range.
Pressing the muzzle of the pistol against the head of the man riding shotgun,
Rachel informed him: “The ignition key is in the glove compartment, take it out
slowly and hand it to your friend.” Aiming at the driver with her silenced gun,
she told both guys: “If anyone of you does something stupid, I'll shoot you
both. Now start the engine, I'm going to tell you the way.”
What the two guys in the front seats didn't
know, and of course couldn't even know, was that Rachel was much more than a
sexy blonde with a gun, she was a professional killer. She had already
killed 112 persons in the line of her
job, armed opponents, men, who wanted to fuck her, men, who were just fucking
her, men, who had just fucked her. 34 of the 112 had been women, 15 armed
chicks, who just wanted to know it, seven collateral-damage whores, five
unsuspecting targets, who had never seen it coming, and seven girls she had
been to bed with. Unlike it was the case with the men, she had satisfied every
single one of the seven lesbians in her target list, and she was still
exceptionally proud about the lesbian couple, that had invited her to a
three-some. Of course, Rachel had been the only one left standing, when the
night was over.
Another statistic came into her mind – 46.
It was the number of people, she had killed outside of her job, starting some
weeks ago. She hadn't had a vacation in years, and at the beginning of the year
she was desperately in need of one, not to relax, but to follow her most basic
urge, to kill. Rachel tried her best not to establish a pattern, using
different methods, different weapons, different locations, random choosing of
her victims. Nevertheless, she was pretty sure, that the authorities already
had her on their radar, but this was nothing, she had to care about today.
Today was all about fun – at least for her.
After reaching the house, Rachel had
designated and prepared for today, she ordered both men out of the car and into
the basement. At first, she forced them into a room that contained an Andrew's
cross and a table with several pairs of handcuffs onto it. “Cuff him to the
cross!” she told the smaller guy, who complied hesitating, but eventually did,
what he was ordered to do. “Good.” she commented on his work, checking the
locks of the handcuffs. “Now let's go.” The female killer led him to another
room that was completely empty, slamming the door shut behind her.
She now for the first time took a good look
at her captive, a pretty average guy, not really hot, but not really ugly
either. Anyways, this one was not going to get into her vagina or any other
orifice, but he sure as hell was good enough for a little foreplay. “Get
naked.” she commanded, underlining the order by pointing her gun at him. He
obeyed, stripping down, until he stood in front of her without a fiber on his
body. The room was well lit, and Rachel was still a sexy blonde girl, so it
didn't take long until his penis began to grow. “I knew, this would happen.”
the hitwoman told her prisoner. “Don't even think about fucking me, but I'll be
generous to you. If you want, and I know, you want, you can jerk off on my sexy
leather boots. But get on your knees first.” Dropping to his knees, the man
slowly started to work his cock, looking up to the sexy killer. “Please, don't
kill me..I...I..” he began, stuttering, but Rachel cut him off: “Shut up and
wank, asshole!” He did both, masturbating heavily and without an additional
word, knowing that this was the last time he ever got to do it. At first, he
tried to take it slow, but to Rachel's delight, he was too aroused to keep this
up, wringing his dick faster and faster, until he finally came. He shot his
load all over Rachel's black leather boots and her pantyhose, all in all a
quite impressive amount. The killer blonde looked down on her boots, enjoying
the sight of his sticky, white juice on her, and then lifted her pistol again.
“Nooo!” he finally broke the silence, putting his hands in front of him in
defense, but there was no chance in persuading Rachel not to pull the trigger.
She put a single round into his head, killing him instantly, his body
collapsing on the floor without a further sound. His killer did not even stay
long enough to watch all the blood running out of his head, as she turned
around quickly and went on to her next victim.
As she entered the other room, Rachel did
not waste any time. Drawing her silenced gun, she put three rounds into the
tied up man's stomach, resulting in a steady stream of blood running down his
body, combined with cursing and moaning. “You fucking bitch!” he screamed.
“That hurts...aaaaahhh!” Rachel did not even listen, as she had to prepare for
her getting some action. She opened her leather jacket, got rid of her black
bra, as well as she did with her panties. Pulling up her black mini skirt, she
presented her fine lower torso to the injured man, turning around slowly, so he
could get a good look. Despite his wounds, he still was able to grow a boner,
it seemed, as his piece got larger and larger, as he beheld of Rachel's sexy
body. Moving closer to him, the hitgirl decided to muffle his screaming and
moaning, which she accomplished by stuffing her underwear down his throat, just
so deep, that he didn't suffocate on the spot. “So, what shall it be?” she
asked “My fine pussy or my sweet ass?” Of course, there was no way to interpret
the muffled sounds, that left his mouth, but there was no way to do so, as the
question had only been rhetoric. Rachel loved a hard cock shoved up her tight
butt, and today, she would once again get one. When she moved her lower back to
his erected cock, inserting it with one hand, she could feel the blood pouring
out of him, running down her body, making her more aroused than she already had
been. She stuck it into her rear entry as far as it went, then started moving
her hips back and forth, pleasuring her as well as him. She was not sure, if
the muffled sounds behind her were moans of pleasure or pain, and quite
frankly, she could not care less. All that mattered was that it was very enjoyable
for her, and with every time the hard cock went into her, she lost a little bit
more of her coolness, she had shown during the whole enterprise. At first, she
began to moan quietly, the sound getting louder and louder, until she finally
began to scream: “Oh yes, that’s good...yes, oh my god, that feels so great,
come on, show me, what you can do!” When she finally came, it felt like an
explosion inside her, her whole body quivering with excitement. She continued
to stand there, leaning back against her prisoner, taking the next few minutes
to catch her breath again. “Fuck, that was hot” she told the man, as she pulled
his penis out of her ass, turning around to check on him, only to find out,
that he had expired. “Well, you knew, how to satisfy a girl” she told the dead
man. “You didn't even shoot your load!”
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