by Gabi Moore
According to the Intel from Angela, I thought to myself, taking a look at the town and getting my bearings, I’ll need to head west to Sotta.
I had committed the address and general whereabouts to heart. There was no more need for me to use a great deal of my brain space, so that which was available had dedicated itself to this singular task. There were no places in the future where I had to be, and no details that I needed to remember except these.
Now I know how a trained assassin must feel, I thought, but then immediately scoffed at the notion.
For a moment, I felt more self-conscious than not. I knew how to fire a gun, and I knew how to seduce a man, but there was no way that I could be sure that these talents, if you could call them that, would be enough to achieve the sort of results I was looking for.
I took advantage of the fact that the town was still sleepy, and pulled my one remaining thieves card out of my pocket — I hot wired a Vespa. Those fuckers are a dime a dozen in these parts, and no self-respecting Italian youth should get through their teenage years without picking up on a skill like that. With an obnoxious roar, and a few loud, barking dogs, I was off down the highway toward Sotta.
I gripped tightly to the vibrating handlebars of the scooter.
Almost there.
I knew that the whine from the scooter was the last thing that I needed to bring with me into the upcoming situation. I opted to pull to the side and park about five miles outside of Sotto. If Angela’s information was correct, I shouldn’t have more than an eight-mile walk to where I was headed. I was a bit begrudging when I dropped the scooter, knowing that a bit more time on the thing would decrease my fatigue level considerably, but then I decided against it. A walk would do me well, and I saw no reason to turn down an opportunity to clear my mind.
God knows I needed it.
After checking the coordinates on my phone, I found that if I cut through the forest, I could shave about three miles from the trip, two if I used the posted trails, and departed them at the last minute. I opted to take a stroll through the woods, though I grew increasingly wearier when I knew myself to be approaching the location of the hideout.
Maurice probably has scouts in this area.
I opted to take cover in the trees and thick shrubs which spotted the undergrowth.
I hadn’t seen anyone yet, but that didn’t mean anything. I was hardly a forest ranger and was a bit out of my element. Nevertheless, I approached the coordinates given to me by Angela in the stealthiest way possible.
Just before the entrance, I felt my heart racing with anticipation of the events to follow. I realized that in that moment I had practically no lucid means of moving forward. I began to panic and thought to myself about the pain and problematic nature of my place in this scenario. I had no weapon and no means of providing myself any service.
What were you thinking, I began to berate myself, having very little recourse other than sheer panic.
I came to the conclusion that there were some things that I would have to be ok with, in a very literal sense of the word — death, for example. I might indeed die here, and though I had known that in an abstract sort of way on my way over here, I was now starting to come to the realization that this might be an actual reality that I would have to contend with. There might actually be a sense of finality to these moments.
Just the thought brought a vivid color set to the plants around me, as well as tears to my eyes.
Don’t be such a baby.
Regardless of the emotional content of the moment, I knew what I needed to do.
Move forward, I commanded myself.
I would have to step forward into the known, and get caught. With no weapons and no spy training, it would be incredibly difficult for me to get anywhere through means of subterfuge. I would have to play things off the cuff and blatant if I wanted to get anywhere with all of this.
Maybe I should have just said fuck it, and kept the scooter.
The thought didn’t last long, as I realized how much I had actually enjoyed the trip through the forest.
If you are gong to die, then I don’t see why you should feel poor about spending some of your last moments in the forests of Corsica. Sounds like a fantasy that most would prefer.
With my head held high, I strode boldly into the opening of the clearing.
I was met by rifles, which was to be expected, but at least now something was happening.
Here we go, I thought, raising my hands up in the air in surrender.
Chapter 26 - Piper
“Guys, Guys,” I started to say, in order to placate them, but there was no way that they could be so easily silenced.
I knew I had to rethink my strategy, and the solution to me came rather quickly. As quick as anything else that I had thought of just yet.
“Maurice has been looking for a shipment,” I said, simply, “and I’m here to drop it off.”
Dropping the name of the boss was a casual and bold attempt at getting on the good side of any set of guards. I had seen it done in the movies a thousand times. What was unique about this scenario was that I actually knew what Maurice’s number one priority was and was prepared to deliver.
They both approached me with raised weapons, so I obviously hadn’t succeeded that well in disarming their suspicions, but I was relieved to know that they didn’t shoot me on sight.
“How did you find this location?” the one to my left asked.
He had reached about two feet away from me and was posted up with a rifle pointing directly at my chest. I felt a bit unnerved, given the fact that my journey could end right here, and no one except this other guard would be around to hear the sounds of my death, but I couldn’t let that bother me right now. I had to keep a confident demeanor, otherwise, I would be shut down by my own fear without even getting a chance to confront the man I came here to see.
“Name’s Piper, in the event that you haven’t heard of me,” I replied, trying to disarm them with a smile. “Actually Maurice's personal assistant, so why don’t you do yourself a favor and put your gun to the side?”
I was bold enough to reach forward and brush the muzzle of the weapon to the side, all the while retaining eye contact. My touch was gentle, and there was nothing intrinsically aggressive about my behavior. I was in the position to offer everything I had, and at the moment, confidence was the only item available in my arsenal.
The other guard was not so easily persuaded and put on a tough act in front of the guard who I had attempted to charm.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, pushing me back away from the two of them, and using the tip of his rifle to drive the point home, “and I’d be willing to wager that we could just as soon kill you and Maurice wouldn’t bat an eye.”
The gun prodded into my right breast, and into my rib cage. The man wasn’t gentle, and I was knocked backward slightly and forced to hold my hands up in the air once again. I thought about whether or not I’d be able to bluff my way through here, and came to the conclusion that if these people didn’t trust me already, there was likely no chance that I could bluff my way anywhere except a hole in the ground.
“I have business with Maurice,” I said confidently, lowering my hands to brush off the place where the man’s weapon had pressed into my chest.
“Either you’re going to let me through, or you’re going to kill me,” I explained, letting the two of them know that I understood full well where I stood, and that the knowledge didn’t phase me whatsoever. “You’re free to kill me, but I have proved myself to have a certain skill set for Maurice which cannot have been easily replaced — if you know what I mean. Now are you going to run along and fetch him for me, or are you going to let me through?”
This had put them on their heels when a person knows exactly how little their life is worth at any given moment, it seems as though their ability to raise a solid argument is dramatically increased. I sensed that my time was now if I wanted to push the envelope any farth
er, and so I didn’t hesitate a moment longer before pushing my final point.
“God knows if Maurice wanted to kill me he’d have no trouble managing it without your help,” I said with disdain, even allowing my lip to curl slightly when I spoke to the two of them.
I made sure to level my gaze at the two of them, staring straight past their weapons, and into their eyes. They were wearing sunglasses, and I had to take a chance at knowing where they were focused, but an intuitive sense of direction gave me all the affirmation that I needed. The two of them paused for a moment longer, and I knew that I had them on edge.
“As I mentioned,” I said, letting the words fall from my lips with as much inconvenienced disdain as I could muster, “I have his shipment here with me.”
I raised one hand up and tapped my backpack so that the pair could see that I was referring to the bag that I was carrying.
“You two should fuck off with the guns, and let me through,” I said, picking my eye as though bored with the entire exchange.
They paused for a moment. Then, after a glimpse with one another, each of them nodded, and then lowered their weapons to their sides.
I nodded, somewhat imperiously, falling so naturally into a character that I wondered if I didn’t have more than a little dominatrix hidden inside of me, just waiting to get out. I smiled at my own inner thoughts and let that smile come out as a continuation of my character.
Just then, I looked at both of them again, pausing for a moment to check with myself, before making a move that I felt was more than a bit risky.
Fuck it, I thought to myself; this whole plan was risky.
There was no use in pretending that some parts of this experience were less dangerous than others. I decided then, that I might as well have some fun with the whole thing. Closing the distance between myself, and the nearest guard, I stepped forward from my neutral position.
“I have to say,” I began, “Maurice must be proud to have men as vigilant and eager to serve as yourselves.”
I was careful not to spend too much time with one guard, and made my move slowly from one to the other, so both of them would know that my compliments were generous enough to be able to handle them both.
I allowed myself a bit of laughter, as I realized just how much pretense had been in the actions of the two guards. They were like two boys who had been given guns and had been told to guard the outside entrance to a tree fort. Though the building was a standard concrete supply bunker, in my mind at that time, it might have well been a shoddily constructed fort with a sign on the door that said, “NO GIRLZ ALLOWED!”
I made sure that the two of them knew that I wasn’t laughing at them, as much as at the whole situation.
“You two gave me a bit of a fright there,” I said, allowing my fingers to brush off of the chest of the second guard, and fall down to my side once more.
I stood there with my hip cocked out to one side and made myself as physically keep and interested to the two of them as possible. Being the cute little boys that they were, the first one began to stammer, and stutter in order to regain the power that my vagina had absorbed from the two of them.
“We’ll have to search you before you can go inside,” he said, desperately seeking to regain protocol and consequentially some semblance of authority from the paradigm of our previous roles.
I wasn’t about to cast aside the power that I had found here without a fight, but I also knew that to be too arrogant in this sort of situation could only end with a total abandonment of personal empowerment. I knew I had to be calculated in my next move, even tricky. I also knew that time was of the essence. When dealing with matters on an instinctual level, one needs to rely increasingly on instincts.
My feminine power took over, and I knew without hesitation what actions would take this encounter to the next possible conclusion.
“Ah,” I said, smiling, and turning to the one who had spoken. “I see what’s going on here. Looks like you boys haven’t exactly been getting your due lately, huh?”
I reached out and grabbed one by the shoulder, showing him some of my sensitive side with a slight touch. After he was aware of how sensitive I could be, I pushed him away, opting to make a try for the dominant sexual role once more. I figured if the three of us were going to get it on, that the probability of these two soldiers overtaking my body was a pretty firm possibility. Only a woman who knew how to handle herself would dare to get caught in a situation like that.
I’m not saying I didn’t know how to fuck. I knew I could handle the two of them — at least I was pretty certain at the time. What I was talking about was the sheer appearance of capacity.
While one had been pushed back by my hand, I shoved my bag into the other one’s hands. Placing the bag exactly where I didn’t want the bag to go was my way of tempting fate. As it turned out the best way to hide a thing is to hide it in plain sight. After passing off the bag to the man, and taking off my shirt, I watched with delight as the bag was dropped carelessly to the ground. The man was walking over to me with his gun in his hands still, eager to reach out and touch my breasts.
I dropped my pants next and bent over away from the approaching man to untie my shoes. As expected, I didn’t get more than two laces undone before the weapons were on the ground and the hands of both guards were pulling at my frame.
Good boys, I thought, getting ready for a wild ride.
Chapter 27 - Piper
Fully naked and ready to go, I let the sunlight come down and warm my breasts and neck.
They were pulling at me, but that didn’t mean that I had to acknowledge them completely. Soon enough, I wouldn’t have a choice, but for now, I wanted to find some kind of zen if at all possible.
They were built in two very different ways, though each of them was attractive in their own right. One was thinner, and had long hair. The other was a prototypical strong man. The one who was thinner had his pants off first. I was impressed with the length of his cock. While I sucked him off, the other parted my labia, and began to stick his tongue inside of me.
His hand was on my ass, prying my cheeks apart so he could have full access to the goods. While my breasts hung down beneath my body, I focused entirely on the thin man’s cock. He had such a nice cock that it wasn’t too difficult for me to enjoy the task.
Soon enough, the man behind me had shifted from fucking me with his tongue to fucking me with his cock. I felt the pressure of him enter me, as well as the weight from his body press down on my hips. He grabbed me with both hands, and bore down on my frame with his body. The other man seemed to be content to let me pull on his cock with my hands and my lips.
From behind, the stockier guard was playing a game with my cunt. He would pull his dick all the way out from inside of me, and then push it in hard. Then, he would work his hands in a rhythm, and shove himself as far and fast inside of me as possible. He was inside of my vagina, and I could feel his testicles push up toward the entrance to my body at the apex of each thrust. He was an eager fucker, and the movement shoved me into the other guard at an increased pace.
I lost a bit of control, and was pushed forward onto the first guard. He took me down on top of him, and spun me around. Before I knew it, I was on top of him, fucking him steadily while the stockier guard played around with my tits. He seemed to enjoy sucking on them, and watching them bounce together in his hand while I fucked his friend.
The man I was fucking apparently enjoyed my mouth, because he pushed me off and stood up so I could suck him off once more. The other man got underneath me, and began fucking me hard from below. I couldn’t fit more than the tip of the man’s cock inside of my mouth, because all of my attention was being directed toward the man sticking his cock into me from below. My tits ended up slapping the man below me in the face, but I think he enjoyed the process more than anything else.
The two of them got off on fucking me, and soon, they decided that they needed to fuck both my ass and my cunt at the same time. I had never
been double penetrated in that way before, but they say there is a first for everything, and it’s totally true.
What surprised me most about the experience was that the whole situation was much less about a reciprocal type of piston fucking, as much as it was a heavy ass fuck with an occupied vagina. They went after me in that way for a while.
The thin man wasn’t getting his rocks off nearly as much as the one fucking my ass, so he pulled out and rolled me on my side. Without missing a moment, the stockier guard kept fucking my ass while the other man got me to suck on his cock once more. He seemed to appreciate the attention that he got from my mouth much more, and I didn’t mind sharing that with him.
The two guards wanted to high five one another while they came on me, so the stockier guy got up and shoved his cock in my mouth. After you wash it off with some saliva, it’s not such a big deal.
I’m going to murder your boss, I thought to myself while he shoved his cock inside of my mouth, and grabbed ahold of the back of my head with his fist.
I switched between the two while they breathed heavy, their thick cocks pointing in my direction. They were both getting close. I could feel the change taking place sooner than not. They were swelling, and looking up at the sky. They had nearly completely forgotten the fact that they were guards, and at that point were nothing more than horny men. I held up my mouth open for them, and watched as the two of them squirted their loads all over my chest.
Allowing myself the moment to indulge, I brought both cocks inside of my mouth, one at a time, and made sure that I had drained every last bit of cum that they had to offer. I smiled, knowing that I had just covered my tits with their prowess as soldiers. Dripping with the cum of the two guards, I stood up to shake myself off and stretch.
“Damn boys,” I cursed. “You did a fine job.”