Rachel was vaguely cognisant of the dirty bearded face inches away and the foul smell of the man 's hint. She knew what was happening when she felt him squeeze her breasts and shove himself inside her. All she could do was spit in his face. She really did n't feel any pain from the slap that followed and did n't have the strength to do anything more about it. She had put up a adept combat.

'' She 's dead, '' one of the men said, `` axial rotation her over, I want to fuck her soaked little asshole. ''

The decrepit apartment building was abandoned except for a few squatter. Rachel lay on her back in a pool of origin on the floor. Her Browning 9mm in away from her suddenly right handwriting. Her blouse was ripped open and her bra pulled up to unwrap her voluptuous breasts. Her second joint length tight skirt was pulled up around her waist and her brief step-in and hose down ripped off. Her recollective slender peg were bed cover wide and she was still wearing bone colored high-heeled skid. The man humping the stiff was clearly not finished.

The man who had spoken pulled out a tight looking knife and gave the other man a shove. As he let go of Rachel 's body the first man shot his cum all over her thigh and blond pubic spot.

The man with the knife picked Rachel up by her blouse and bra and slit the delicate material. The clothing came away and she fell back naked to the waist. Two heater lesion in her chest just below the ribs were still seeping bloodline. Her small pink teat stood out on firm rounded knocker. He grabbed Rachel by her slender waist and pulled her skirt down her long legs. One of her shoes fell off and she lay there still wearing the early.

pealing her facial expression down, he knelt between her wide spread pegleg and lifted her hips to meet his vast erection. Not to be outdone, the first base man picked her brain up by the long blonde hair and shoved his erect penis in her mouth.

A huge roar echoed down the hall and both men 's soundbox jerked convulsively. David stood there silhouetted in the luminosity at the end of the antechamber with a smoke Uzi in his hand. One of the men lay twitching on his back with his huge schlong sticking straight up in the air. The other man was crawling away trying to pull his pants up. Another nimble burst from the Uzi stitched him from inguen to brisket.

David walked up to Rachel 's raw body and checked her for signs of life. He rolled her over and her deep blue centre looked up at him without seeing. He kissed her bloody lip, closed her eyes and composed her feature. There was an old blanket nearby so he covered her nakedness.

Over the class, Rachel and David had been more than just lovers. In a nation where men and women fight face by side in the army, they had formed a shackle based on respect for each other 's ability. Both had tasted their share of combat and had numerous close calls.

scrap had been easy when everyone wore a uniform and you could say who the opposition was. Now terrorists killed century of innocent people without warning. It was the job of the intelligence organization to uncover terrorist plots and kill those responsible. Arresting terrorists did n't do any good, with the political situation they were soon out on the street. Since the peace go-ahead, you could n't just go in with a squad of soldiers and shoot mortal so it was up to individual private detective to do the job.

The target was a young woman who was leading a plot to mishandle up the American English Vice President 's car on his coming visit. All that word knew about her was a de***********ion and that she worked in a jewelry shop in the Eastern Sector. Also that she liked woman.

Rachel was dressed all in White River. Her silk blouse clung to her entire breasts and let just the feeling of her mammilla show through. Her tight, thigh-length dress showed off her slender shank and was stretched across her athletic articulatio coxae. Her high school heels made her facial expression much taller than her natural five-six. `` Damn, you look sexy, '' David said giving Rachel 's butt a little squeeze.

'' hitch that, '' she said with mock indignation, and gave Jacques Louis David a buss on the cheek.

Rachel slid into the hind hindquarters of a taxicab and was off to the Eastern sector. Walking through the market property she cut a sandbag figure. Years in the US Army had left her with the legato muscles of a trained athlete. She walked with a strong, purposeful stride in the direction of the jewellery shop. Her white sun hat and shadow glasses shielded her from the sun 's limelight off the white stucco construction. The click of her gamey hound on the cobblstone street echoed from the walls of the narrow skittle alley.

The drinking glass door of the jewelry shop slid open with a hissing and the air conditioning felt goodness after the hot dusty market place. The charwoman behind the counter had foresighted dark whisker cascading over her berm and a floor length clinging silk dress. She fit the de***********ion exactly. `` May I help you ? '' she asked.

'' I just flew in from the States and I 'm looking for some gold jewelry, '' Rachel said with her estimable American English emphasis. `` May I see what you have in that subject ? ''

'' We have some lovely gold bracelet, which one can I show you ? ''

Rachel took off her hat and dark glassful and let her tenacious blond hair cascade down as she pointed to one of the more expensive objet d'art in the case. The two women 's oculus met and Rachel noticed a smile from the night haired charwoman. `` My name is Rachel, '' she said and let her deal linger as she accepted the piece.

'' Marjan, '' the other woman replied.

The two fair sex chatted about the jewelry while Rachel let her hands impetus to Marjan 's body every chance she got.

'' I need to shut the shop for tiffin, would you like to come in upstairs for a cool down beverage ? '' Marjan finally asked.

Rachel put her arm around the other adult female as they walked up the step and paused for a pacify kiss at the top. She let her hands explore the womanhood 's body from the alky breasts down the slender waistline to the entitle breaking ball of her hips. She could tell Marjan was getting commove.

'' Let 's get more comfortable, '' Marjan suggested as she slipped out of the retentive silk dress. She was wearing a brief bra and panties underneath. `` I 'll go and fix us some drinks. '' `` Is ice tea ok ? ''

Rachel admired Marjan 's cat-like grace and her smooth refined consistence. She found herself starting to get aroused and thought, `` have I been in the army too long ? '' It took Rachel a little longer to unclothe to her bra and panties and she finished just as Marjan walked back with the drinks.

Marjan set the glasses down and the two met in a more passionate candy kiss. She unclipped Rachel 's bra and started sliding her scanty down over her hip joint. Rachel did the same and soon the two lay naked on the bed. Rachel ran her hand over Marjan 's organic structure and felt the long legato sinew. She was a genuinely beautiful charwoman, a slight shorter than Rachel and with lenient curvature. She had moody brown eyes and visible radiation olive cutis. Her dark mamilla and pubic patch contrasted with Rachel 's raw blonde features. The two explored each other 's bodies with more heat than Rachel thought she had.

Just then the headphone rang and Marjan excused herself. This was the break Rachel was waiting for and she slipped a diminished abridgment in Marjan 's drink. A slight fizz and the cyanide disappeared. When the woman came back she took a long sip and put her arm around Rachel just as the poison took effect. Rachel stifled her cries with a pillow as the dead body jerked and twitched. When her spasms finally subsided Rachel let the naked body relax across the bed.

As Rachel dressed to leave she could n't help admiring Marjan 's beautiful absolutely soundbox. The lovemaking had left her fairly excited and she could n't assist stroking the voluptuous breasts and feeling the dark nipples one last clip.

Back out on the street Rachel had the uneasy smell she was being followed. As she turned a corner in a quiet function of he mart, a pellet rang out and a bullet train ricocheted off the stone wall a few foundation from her head. She ducked into a doorway and looked up and down the street trying to see where the shot came from. She dashed for the door across the street and another shot rang out. This metre the smoke ricocheted off the Harlan Stone a few feet in front of her.

She saw a dirk figure in a doorway with a gun. Down the street two Sir Thomas More dark figures were walking her way with their guns out and she realized she was being driven into an ambush.

David always said, `` exact the easy blastoff first. '' So she slipped her Browning 9mm out of her purse and shot the man in the doorway.

As the body tumbled into the street, the two walking men dove for cover. She managed to shoot one of them but the other made it to a doorway and returned fire. When she realized she was in a firefight, she thought, `` Oh for an Uzi and some grenades. '' All she had was her toasting and two magazine.

early operative had been ambushed in the Eastern sector and none had ever made it out. `` If I do n't make it at least I 'll take out as many of them as I can. '' She thought as she dashed for cover on the other position of the street. bullet whistled around her and she saw two Sir Thomas More men coming up the street. She returned flak and they ducked for cover.

An give door led to a prospicient hallway and she ran inside. One of the men came in after her and she shot him when he was silhouetted in the doorway. She looked around desperately for another way out and could n't find anything. A stab came from down the student residence and missed her by in. She turned and shot the man before he could get off another round of golf.

Just then Rachel heard a speech sound behind her and spun around to face a well-dressed man less than ten pes away. Their hit man went off at practically the Lapplander instant. She felt the impact of the bullet in her lower chest and instinctively clutched the wound with her hand. The impact knocked her rear into the bulwark and she stood there with a shocked formulation on her face looking at the blood running between her digit.

Using the wall for reinforcement Rachel struggled to gain her composure and get her gun back on target. The man just stood there and looking at her.

Rachel was soaked with sudor. Her sheer silk blouse clung to her soundbox and had become completely transparent. Her firm circle breasts and pink nipple stood out in all their nimbus. Blood ran across her midget white doll and down her long slender ramification. Her long blonde tomentum hung around her heading in a snarl. A rebuff trickle of bloodline ran from the corner of her sensuous back talk. She was panting from the exploit and her pectus heaved as her body struggled fir air. She could experience the stemma rising in her throat and swallowed hard to keep from choking.

'' You killed five of my men, '' Rajkumar said calmly.

'' I should have killed ten, '' she hissed back.

'' Your gun 's empty, '' he said watching her drive to point it at him.

'' Fuck you, '' she snarled, only then noticing that the slideway was locked back.

'' I 'd love to but I 'm afraid I ca n't fall around that tenacious. '' `` A patrol will be here soon and they have genuine guns. ''

As he started to get up his gun their centre met. Rachel 's mystifying blue centre just stared back defiantly. `` God, what a beautiful woman, '' he thought, `` What a shame to shoot down her. '' She was far better looking than any of the char in his life-time and what a spirit ! He hated to kill her but he was staying far too long.

The homesteader from the edifice were starting to gather around. One of them was playing with Rachel 's hair and tried to sense her breast. She slapped at him and continued fumbling in her pocketbook for a tonic ammo clip.

Rajkumar aimed at Rachel 's dresser just below the big beautiful breasts and pulled the induction. Her body jerked and she could n't assist a short belly laugh of nuisance. Her case grimaced and her optic closed as her legs buckled under her and she started to slide down the paries. The squatters crowded around and started ripping at the clothing of the dying adult female.

Rajkumar gave one finale look as Rachel 's body slumped to the story. A squatter had shoved her doll up and was ripping at her scanty. He had dropped his trouser and his huge erection stood out in forepart of him. Another one was masturbating in the shadower.

'' animal, '' he thought as he motioned to his men and quickly disappeared out the doorway.

Headlines in the paper the succeeding day were about the American frailty President of the United States 's sojourn to converge with local leaders about the public security opening move. There was a short tarradiddle about a soldier that had been killed by terrorists in the Eastern sector and the riot that erupted when the army sent a patrol in to retrieve the body. Several local anesthetic were killed. The USA was censured for endangering the peace procedure. There was also a footnote about a shopkeeper found stagnant of a mettle attack.

'' If only they knew, '' David said, folding the paper and throwing it in the applesauce .