“It’s the GPS tracking system from the missiles.” She tells you, her voice flat. “It’s been smashed to pieces.”
“They must have stripped the tracking system from the missiles here and then moved them on to a new location.” You reply.
“Yes, it would appear we are too late my friends.” Hakan tells you sadly. At that moment you hear a barely audible clank above you. You look up, spotting a shadow on the steel catwalk overhead. Your eyes widen as the shadow raises a gun and you dive to one side as three pistol shots echo through the warehouse, the bullets smashing into the concrete floor by your feet and kicking up a small cloud of dust. The pistol clicks empty and the weapon is hurled in your direction, clattering onto the floor in front of you.
“Perhaps not.” You grin, scrambling back to your feet as the figure scurries quickly away along the catwalk.
“Allow me.” Anya tells you, taking careful aim with her gun.
Tell Anya to aim to wound only
Stop Anya from shooting and try to cut the assassin off at the door
“Aim to wound!” You tell Anya. “We need the assassin alive!” She pauses a moment taking steady aim and pulls the trigger, the gunshot booming out and echoing around the cavernous warehouse. You see a fine spray of blood as the bullet rips through the woman’s leg followed by a shrill cry of agony as she loses her footing. As she was in full flight, her momentum carries her forward and she falls, toppling over the edge of the gantry railing before plummeting headfirst onto the concrete floor of the warehouse, her scream of terror abruptly silenced. You wince, watching as a pool of blood slowly expands in a halo around what is left of her head.
“Unfortunate.” Hakan comments. “She will be taking any answers with her to the afterlife.”
“We have no other leads.” Anya adds, standing over the corpse. “What now James?”
“Time to find alternative employment.” You reply grimly as you reach for your phone, dreading the call you have to make to N.
THE END
Go back a few moments and rethink your actions
“No!” You shout, knocking Anya’s arm just as she pulls the trigger. The bullet narrowly misses its target, the figure letting out an unmistakably feminine cry of surprise as the shot ricochets off the warehouse wall. Anya turns and glares at you. “We need her alive for questioning!”
“Cut her off at the door!” Hakan shouts. You both sprint across the warehouse as the figure scurries quickly away along the catwalk. She clambers down a ladder at the far end, dropping the last six or seven rungs and hitting the concrete floor with a grunt of pain. You sprint after her just a few paces behind, but she is quick and out of the door before you can catch her. You chase her down the side of the warehouse as she heads towards the dockside, but she continues to match your pace. As you emerge onto the dockside, you can see a tug boat pulling away. The woman spots it too, running towards it as fast as she can. If she manages to jump the three or four metres to the tug, she’ll escape. You’ll never catch her, so you stop and aim your gun.
Shoot her in the leg to prevent her escape
Fire a warning shot above her head and hope she stops
You pull the trigger and a single gunshot rings out. The woman freezes on the edge of the dock, the tug boat chugging as it pulls away.
“The next one goes through your back.” You growl. You see her shoulders slump in resignation as she slowly turns around, raising her arms in surrender. Anya moves towards her and grasps her arm, pulling her back towards the warehouse while you keep your gun trained on her.
“Good work my friends.” Hakan smiles as you step back inside the warehouse with your mysterious captive. Anya roughly pushes her through the door of a small office in the corner of the warehouse. You follow them in, frowning at the dilapidated interior. A rusty filing cabinet with a drawer missing against one wall, a broad, ancient looking desk in the centre of the room with a large, battered leather chair behind it. The carpet is threadbare and covered in scraps of paper and cigarette butts. A single light bulb dangles from the ceiling, barely illuminating the room. Hakan reaches into his pocket and moves behind the woman. He holds her arms tightly behind her and closes the steel bracelets of a pair of handcuffs over her wrists, the mechanism ratcheting noisily. She struggles and spits before unleashing a long tirade at Hakan in Turkish. You don’t need to speak her native tongue to know that it is a particularly colourful set of curses.
“Charming,” Hakan tells her in his usual affable manner, “But please my dear, stop struggling now or I shall have to be… unpleasant.” There is steel in the last word and she reluctantly obeys, but stares defiantly back at you and Anya. She is perhaps in her late twenties, slender with long black hair and olive coloured skin. She is dressed in khaki cargo pants and a tight fitting white vest top.
“That’s better.” Hakan tells her, cautiously releasing his grip on her. “Now, my two friends here have some questions.” She regards you both coolly for a moment.
“You are English?” She asks, her dark brown eyes meeting yours. You nod. “I will tell you nothing.” She adds sullenly, her English a little uncertain and heavily accented.
“If you don’t talk, things will go very badly for you.” Anya tells her.
“Russian.” The woman spits, her lip curling in disgust. “Listen bitch, your threats useless. I talk, I die. Unless…” Her gaze settles on you, softening slightly. “I want guarantee of protection and asylum in your country.” You consider for a moment. It seems a small price to pay if she can help you find the missiles.
“You have my word.” You tell her solemnly. Her eyes lock to yours, as if boring into your very soul.
“Very well.” She tells you. “But before I talk, we must make blood oath.”
“You mean we both slice open our palms and press them together?” You ask confused. Hakan roars with laughter.
“My friend, I think she has something a little more intimate in mind.” Your eyes widen in realisation as you meet her gaze. Her dark brown eyes smoulder from beneath strands of long, dishevelled silky black hair and a smile plays at the corners of her mouth.
“Sounds like your kind of interrogation.” Anya grins, her eyes glinting with amusement. “We’ll give you two some privacy.”
“No.” The woman calls out. “Russian bitch too.”
“No!” Anya objects, her eyes opening just as wide as yours had moments earlier, “I’m not into that!”
“Sometimes we have to make sacrifices for the good of the mission.” You grin, your cock hardening at the thought of what is about to happen. Anya narrows her eyes at you before sighing in resignation.
“The things I do for Mother Russia.” She mutters.
“It’s settled then.” Hakan grins, unlocking Zehra’s handcuffs and heading for the door. “I’ll step outside and keep guard while you seal the deal!” His footsteps and laughter echoes around the warehouse before the door slams shut behind him. You turn and regard the beautiful slender woman standing before you. “My name is James.” You tell her. “This is Anya.”
“Zehra.” She replies.
“Well Zehra, what did you have in mind?”
“The blood oath demands that we all take pleasure.” She replies. “Details not important.” She adds with a shrug.
“I suppose we have to start somewhere.” You smile, moving closer and taking her in your arms. You press your lips to hers and kiss her deeply, her body moulding against yours, her small firm breasts pressing against your chest. Hands pull at your clothes and you realise Anya is just behind you, undressing you. As your garments are stripped from you, you pull away from Zehra. She smiles back at you, her gaze dropping to your groin and her eyes widening as she watches your hard cock swaying before her.
“So big!” She murmurs.
Suggest she takes it in her mouth
Guide Zehra to the floor and enter her
“Glad you approve.” You grin, your hands fumbling at Zehra’s waist as you unfasten her
cargo pants. Anya moves behind her and her hands slide down Zehra’s side and grasp the hem of her vest. As she tentatively peels the thin fabric of the garment up over Zehra’s slender body, while you can sense her reluctance, there is something in her expression: curiosity, perhaps even excitement. A smile crosses your face as you realise that perhaps the beautiful Russian isn’t quite as appalled at the thought of intimacy with another woman as her earlier objections might have suggested.
“What are you smiling at?” Anya snaps as she pulls the vest free and drops it on the floor, Zehra’s small but pert olive skinned breasts revealed, the dark brown nipples jutting out proudly. You shrug your innocence as you pull open her cargo pants and let them drop to the floor. Zehra, now naked apart from her panties, turns around and takes Anya into her embrace, the blonde flinching as she strips her clothes from her. Zehra reaches behind her and unclasps her bra, pulling it free before cupping her generous breasts, her tanned fingers contrasting with the pale creamy flesh of Anya’s chest.
“So beautiful.” Zehra murmurs. A barely audible sigh escapes Anya’s lips as Zehra’s fingers play across her nipples before sliding down to tug down her panties, leaving the Russian naked and vulnerable before her. You slide your hands around Zehra’s waist, your hard cock pressed into the small of her back. You kiss her shoulder and up the side of her neck while sliding a hand inside her panties, your fingers gliding through the tangle of pubic hair and finding her moist humid folds. As you kiss up to her cheek, your eyes widen as Anya leans in and presses her lips to Zehra’s kissing her hungrily, passionately, her inhibitions forgotten. Your cock twitches at the sight and Zehra chuckles as she feels it against her back. She pulls away from Anya and you guide her to the floor. Zehra lies back, legs spread and her chest heaving in anticipation. Your own heart thumping with excitement, you drop to your knees and grasp her panties, tearing the flimsy fabric apart. Zehra squeals with a mixture of surprise and excitement as you pull the ripped underwear from her and move between her thighs. You grasp your straining cock in your hand and guide it to her glistening slit while Anya kneels next to her, leaning forward and pressing her lips to Zehra’s, the women kissing tenderly, their hands exploring each other’s bodies, playing over each other’s curves. You press the tip of your cock into Zehra’s pussy, the beautiful Turkish woman breaking the kiss and moaning as you sink your length inside her warm depths. Anya begins to move down Zehra’s body, trailing kisses down her throat until she reaches her chest.
“Yes, yes!” Zehra moans thickly as Anya takes a nipple into her mouth, reaching out and running her fingers through the blonde’s long hair. Increasingly aroused by the antics of the two beautiful women, you grasp Zehra’s hips and begin to drive into her with increasingly wild abandon, Zehra groaning with pleasure at the combined sensations. You grunt as you find a rhythm, shunting Zehra forward with every thrust. Anya continues to kiss and suck at her breasts and Zehra’s groans turn to gasps as she closes in on her climax. You wonder whether to roll her on top of you and have her ride you to her climax or delay the inevitable and slip inside Anya instead.
Have Zehra ride you
Enter Anya
You draw Zehra to you and roll on to your back, the beautiful woman squealing in surprise as she finds herself astride you, your cock still buried deep inside her. You gaze up at the beautiful Turkish woman, her slender, toned body sitting majestically atop you, her silky black hair falling past her shoulders to the tops of her pert breasts, the dark brown nipples hard and erect. Her gaze meets yours and her lips pout as she begins to ride you, bouncing up and down in your lap. You pull yourself up onto your elbows and lean forward. Zehra smiles and leans forward, allowing you to take a nipple into your mouth and gently suck on it, flicking your tongue over the hardened little bud. She moans with delight, cradling your head before guiding you to her other nipple. She straightens and you lie back, noticing Anya leaning against the desk and looking a little hesitant.
“Come.” Zehra smiles kindly at her as she continues to ride you. “Sit.” She gestures at your face. Your eyes widen as Anya grins and pushes herself off the desk, stepping towards you and squatting astride your head. She slowly lowers herself down, her smooth pussy looming large, her labia glistening with her excitement. Her feminine musk fills your nostrils and your mouth waters at the prospect of slipping your tongue inside her. You lift your head, slowly tracing the length of her slit. Anya gasps, stiffening as your tongue flicks over her clitoris.
“Yes, eat me!” Anya moans, lowering her wet folds onto your mouth. You thrust your tongue inside her, her tangy taste intoxicating. Zehra, perhaps enjoying the display, thrusts down on you with increased vigour, driving your cock deep inside her in long, steady strokes. Your grunts of pleasure are muffled by the soft flesh of Anya’s pussy as she begins to grind her slit back and forth across your face. Anya shifts forward slightly and you hear the gentle, moist smacking of their lips as the two women kiss. You wish you could see yourself lying there in this dilapidated office with the two beautiful women riding you with wild abandon, kissing each other passionately while their hands no doubt tenderly caress each other’s curves. The thought amplifies your excitement and you can already feel the delicious sensation as the pressure begins to build in your loins. Anya and Zehra too moan breathlessly as they grind themselves towards their own orgasms.
“Oh my God! Oh yes!” Anya moans, pressing her pussy almost painfully tightly against your face. “Oh fuck, I’m going to come! Oh… oh… ohhhhh! Uggghhhh!” Her body jerks above you as she shrieks in ecstasy, her pussy quivering against your tongue and soaking your face with her wetness. Your cock twitches inside Zehra as you eagerly lap at Anya as she convulses with each surge of pleasure radiating out from her pussy. As her climax subsides, she climbs unsteadily to her feet, smiling down at you as she returns to sit against the desk. Zehra, her eyes filled with wanton desire, leans forward and kisses you passionately, eagerly tasting Anya on your lips. Her pert breasts are crushed against your chest and you can feel the hard nubs of her erect nipples against your skin.
“I grow close.” She murmurs thickly as she breaks the kiss and sits back up, her chest heaving. You nod and grasp her hips, driving your cock up inside her as she thrusts down on you with increasing urgency as she too closes in on her climax. Moments later she stiffens, arching her back and throwing back her head, bellowing in ecstasy as her body shudders with pleasure. You hold your cock deep inside her, her quivering pussy threatening to drive you over the edge too, but after a few moments, her orgasm fades and her head rocks forward, a sheen of perspiration on her brow and a broad satisfied smile on her lips.
“Now you must take pleasure.” She tells you as she gingerly climbs off you, your cock slapping back wetly against your stomach.
Have them both finish you with their mouths
Guide your cock to Zehra’s arse
Bend Anya over the end of the desk and enter her
“Not so fast.” You grin, pulling Zehra back down onto your lap.
“Oh, you will take pleasure inside me?” She asks with a raised eyebrow.
“Yes,” You smirk, “But not where you’re thinking.” With that, you push the head back past her juicy slit to the little hollow of her arse.
“No!” She gasps, her eyes widening. “You too big!”
“You’ll stretch and it will feel so good.” Anya reassures her. You glance up at Anya, who blushes and gives you a subtle shrug. Zehra looks doubtful but nonetheless you feel her begin to press down on you.
“Just relax and let it happen.” Anya tells her. Zehra nods and you feel her sphincter slip past the bulbous head of your cock, both of you gasping in unison.
“Too big!” She repeats through clenched teeth, but makes no move to dismount, waiting a moment before allowing her weight to drive your cock further inside her. Her mouth drops open and you groan as she slides down your length, your shaft slippery from her own juices. Anya leans forward and watches intently, captivated at th
e sight of your cock disappearing inside Zehra’s tight, hot arsehole. You grunt as her stretched sphincter clenches the base of your cock, enjoying the sensation of the snug warmth of her arse. Zehra’s mouth has dropped open as she begins to tentatively slide up and down on you, grimacing slightly. Anya moves to sit astride your legs behind her, wrapping her arms around her waist and sliding one hand up to cup a breast while the other delves between her thighs. Zehra moans as Anya’s fingers find her clit, caressing and teasing it. The distraction seems to relax her, her eyes closing and the grimace becoming a smile as she begins to bounce up and down on you. Anya’s gaze meets yours, her pale blue eyes sparkling wickedly as the beautiful Turkish woman moans softly, now clearly enjoying your thick cock in her tight hole. You smile back at Anya, enjoying the irony that things have come full circle in a short time: Zehra corrupting Anya who in turn has introduced Zehra to other debauched pleasures of the flesh.
“Feel so full!” Zehra moans, her stretched arse gliding up and down your shaft much more freely now. Her tight hole feels incredible, her sphincter holding you in a vicelike grasp and pumping you hard. Your breathing becomes ragged as you feel the pressure in your loins return with a vengeance. Anya’s eyes glint mischievously and she slides her lips to Zehra’s ear and whispers in it. Though inaudible to you, Zehra’s eyes flick open and she giggles before reaching behind her. You feel her hand cup your balls, gently caressing them. You groan, enjoying the extra sensation before her hand stretches back further. Your eyes widen as you feel a slender finger press against your own sphincter, pushing inside. You gasp as the digit slips in past the first knuckle, probing and caressing your prostate. Zehra’s arse clenches your cock the overload of sensations pushes you over the edge. Your body stiffens and your balls contract before with a bellow of release, you erupt into Zehra’s bowels. Your sphincter clenches around her finger with each powerful pulse as your whole body tenses, your back arching as you seem to pour your very essence into Zehra’s tight orifice. Your body quakes and you thrash about as you enjoy one of the most intense climaxes you have ever experienced. Finally, your orgasm recedes and you slump back onto the threadbare carpet, your chest heaving and fighting for breath. The two women smile down at you as Zehra gently withdraws her finger from your arse.
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