“Locked.” Hakan grimaces.
“Not for long.” You grin, pulling a small device from your pocket. You slide it into the lock and it whirrs for a moment before clicking. You turn it and the door opens. You flash Hakan a grin and step inside. The large interior is an area roughly the size of a football pitch with the vast shutter doors at the far end. A large crane hangs above the floor from runners which travel the length of the warehouse with a maintenance catwalk running along one side. Many of the lights are either broken or switched off meaning that beyond a pool of light in the centre of the room, the warehouse is cloaked in darkness. You both stop in your tracks, expecting to find the two missiles and perhaps technicians crawling all over them while guards patrol the perimeter. Despite the fact that much of the warehouse is in darkness, you can see that the warehouse is all but empty. No missiles, no guards, no technicians. Not that it is completely unoccupied. Two figures, both oblivious to your presence, stand in the centre of the warehouse under one of the few remaining lights. You recognise one of them immediately, but then a giant albino assassin is hardly inconspicuous. He stands before a slender Turkish woman who cowers before him, her hands chained above her head to the crane dangling from the ceiling. The albino is brandishing a particularly wicked looking blade and judging by the fearful look in the woman’s eyes, is just about to get started. Even with your skilled marksmanship, you couldn’t be sure of shooting the albino without killing the woman too. You weigh up your options. You could sneak up behind him and try to catch him by surprise or perhaps call out to him and hope he moves away from the woman and presents a clear shot.
Sneak up on the albino
Call out to the albino
Knowing you have the advantage of surprise, you skulk through the shadows towards the hulking albino. He seems to be taking his time with his captive, running the blunt topside of the blade across the woman’s face, while she whimpers with fear. You grit your teeth, remembering him murdering Anya on the train and glad of a chance to avenge her. You move silently towards him, now just a few paces away. The terrified woman’s eyes flick towards you as you emerge from the shadows just behind him. The albino obviously notices and whirls around, the blade glinting in the light. You feel the razor sharp edge slice through your throat and your hands instinctively reach up to find a deep wound, gushing with blood. Gargling blood, you drop to your knees, slumping forward onto the cold concrete floor.
“James!” You hear Hakan shout out, followed by two gunshots. What the aftermath was, you never know, quickly losing consciousness as you rapidly bleed out.
THE END
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“I’m sorry, are we interrupting something?” You call out. The albino stiffens and turns to face you. His red eyes gleam in recognition and a cruel smile crosses his face.
“You.” He rasps. “I will enjoy finishing the job I started last night.” He stands in front of his captive, still not giving you a clear shot. Hakan sidesteps to your right, trying to give himself a clear shot, but the albino sees the danger and hurls his knife at him. The knife flies through the air on a flat trajectory with unerring accuracy towards his chest. Hakan dives out of the way, narrowly avoiding it and the albino uses the distraction to launch himself at you. His shoulder crunches into your chest, sending you crashing to the ground, the gun flying from your grasp. You grapple with him, flailing a hand out to try and find the gun while his huge hands tighten around your throat. His eyes burn with hate and his lips contort into a sneer as he senses he has the upper hand. Your vision starts to darken as he chokes the life from you, but your fingers find the cold steel of your gun, tightening around the grip.
Smash the gun into the side of the albino’s head
Shoot the albino
You smash the gun into the side of the albino’s head. He winces but his grip slackens only slightly. You smash it into his head again and again until finally he releases his grip and you push the all but unconscious assassin from you. As you clamber to your feet, Hakan joins you.
“I’m sorry my friend.” He grins ruefully. “I’m not as nimble and agile as I once was. I’m afraid I wasn’t much use to you.”
“No harm, no foul.” You reply, rubbing your bruised throat and training your gun on the dazed assassin.
“Time to talk.” Hakan tells him as he gazes malevolently up at you both.
“Very well,” The albino rasps, “I enjoyed choking the life from your blonde bitch.” His terrible red eyes fix on yours. “She died like a pathetic little girl, those pretty blue eyes begging for mercy.” You clench your teeth, anger boiling up within you. Anya’s face flashes up in your mind and your finger tightens on the trigger, the single gunshot echoing around the warehouse as the bullet pierces the albino’s forehead.
“For Anya.” You growl at him, a halo of blood slowly seeping out from behind his shattered skull.
“That was a little rash.” Hakan tells you, gazing down at the corpse. “But I understand. I probably would have done the same in your position.”
“We still have the girl.” You nod at the dark haired woman chained nearby, her dark brown eyes glancing suspiciously across at you both.
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You press the muzzle of the pistol into the underside of the albino’s chin, waiting just long enough to see the terror in his red eyes before you pull the trigger. The gunshot is deafening that close to your head and there is a ringing in your ears as a fine red mist showers down on you. You shove the albino’s corpse to one side and clamber back to your feet, slightly dazed as the ringing begins to fade.
“For Anya.” You growl at the albino’s body as Hakan joins you.
“Are you okay my friend?” He asks, his brow furrowed. You nod dumbly, rubbing at your bruised throat. “A shame we couldn’t take him alive, but perhaps the girl knows something.” You both glance across at the slender woman, her dark brown eyes gazing suspiciously at her saviours.
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You carefully take aim and fire just as she reaches the edge of the dock, the shot ringing out and a red mist spraying from her calf. She cries out in surprise and pain. Though wounded, her momentum carries her over the edge. Without the power to jump and spring over the gap, her body is launched headlong into the water. You hear a blood curdling scream of agony and rush to the dockside. Your blood runs cold as you realise she has been drawn into the tug’s propellers, the water a mass of blood and entrails.
“This is not good.” Anya comments with something of an understatement as she joins you on the dockside. “We have no other leads. What now?”
“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
You both approach the woman, her handcuffed hands stretched above her head and chained to the winch hook hanging from the overhead crane. 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.
“Hello my dear.” Hakan smiles at her. “It would appear we have arrived at an opportune moment.”
“You police?” She asks suspiciously, her English a little uncertain and heavily accented.
“Not exactly.” Hakan replies. “But something like that.”
“Release me.” She replies.
“Not before you answer some questions.” You reply.
“Then I tell you nothing.” She growls, staring defiantly back at you both.
“Then you had better get used to these chains.” Hakan shrugs. She thrashes around, pulling at her chains, her dark brown eyes filled with rage. She spits and unleashes a long tirade at Hakan in Turkish. You don’t need to speak the language to know that it is a particularly colourful set of curses aimed at him.
“Charming my dear.” He grins. “But please, in English for my friend here.”
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p; “I will tell you nothing.” She spits angrily, her dark brown eyes glaring at Hakan before they settle on you, softening slightly. “Though I may tell you.”
“Oh?” You raise an eyebrow.
“You are English yes?” She asks. You nod. “Then 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 replies. “But before I tell you, 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.
“You certainly have a way with the ladies.” Hakan chuckles. “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 chained up before you. With her arms bound above her head, her small pert breasts are thrust up and outwards while the tight fitting vest top has ridden up and exposed a toned midriff. You move closer, her eyes following you.
“My name is James.” You tell her.
“Zehra.” She replies.
“Well Zehra, I can’t release you from your chains, so perhaps you will just have to take me at my word rather than any kind of physical pact.”
“Who said I want you to release me?” She replies, her eyes glinting and her smile becoming more overt. “First we fuck, then I talk.”
“Well if you insist.” You smile, not entirely comfortable with the situation, though a tingling in your groin suggests you will have no problem with rising to the occasion.
Take her in your arms and press your lips to hers
Turn her around and tease her from behind
You move closer, reaching for her, your hands sliding behind her and caressing the small of her back. Zehra tilts her head back, her lips parted as you lean into her. As your lips meet, you kiss each other tentatively at first but then with increasing urgency, her tongue darting out to flick over yours. Your hands slide down to her firm buttocks and she moans into your mouth as you caress them through the thick fabric of the cargo pants. You pull her gently towards you, her body moulding against yours. She pants with excitement as you slide your hands up around her sides and across to cup her breasts. You can feel her nipples harden through the thin cotton vest and rub your thumbs across them, eliciting a little squeal of delight. You pull back slightly and slide your hands down to the hem of her vest, peeling the tight fitting garment up over her chest. Her braless breasts exposed, you gaze at her erect nipples, the dark brown areolas contrasting with the soft olive flesh of her breasts.
“Suck them.” She tells you thickly. You nod and stoop slightly, taking a hardened nub between your lips. Zehra throws her head back and moans with pleasure as you gently suck on each in turn.
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Pull off her cargo pants and enter her
You kiss and caress Zehra’s firm breasts before sliding your hands down her slender body. Your fingers fumble with her belt before finally unfastening her cargo pants. You hook your fingers into the waistband and stoop down pulling them down with her panties as one. She moans with excitement as they slide down to her ankles. She steps out of them and parts her legs, your face level with the patch of dark pubic hair between her legs. You can smell her excitement and your cock twitches at the sight of her puffy labia peeking out beneath the wiry black tangles. You eagerly get back to your feet, your own excitement building.
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Your lips leave her nipple and trail across to her cleavage before slowly kissing your way down her body, your fingers fumbling at her waist as you unfasten her cargo pants. Zehra struggles against her bonds, moaning in anticipation as you kiss past her navel, your fingers hooking into the waistband of her cargo pants and tugging them down with her panties as one. You feel your hardening cock twitch at the sight of the dark triangle of curls and the puffy lips of her slit just visible beneath. You drop to your knees, the concrete floor cold and hard against your knees, but too excited to notice the discomfort. You grasp her hips and she parts her legs as you press your face between her thighs. Her feminine aroma fills your nostrils and you eagerly stretch out your tongue, the tip tracing the length of her slit. Zehra gasps at your touch, thrusting her hips forward in an effort to encourage you to press inside her. You hold back slowly running your tongue up and down her labia.
“Eat me.” She tells you, her voice thick with desire. “Eat my pussy!” You grin to yourself as you ignore her, continuing to tease her. “Bastard!” She groans before you feel her straining against her bonds. Your eyes widen as she suddenly hoists herself up on her chains, pulling her slender legs up and wrapping them around your head. With her thighs around your head, she could quite easily snap your neck, but instead she uses her legs to pull your face tightly into her hot, moist pussy.
“Now you will eat my pussy.” She tells you, a note of satisfaction in her voice now that she has the upper hand. You thrust your tongue deep into her sodden slit, her tangy taste exciting you as she moans with pleasure. Your hands squeeze and caress her buttocks as you slip your tongue deeply inside her. Zehra’s shrill cries of delight echo around the warehouse as she squirms above you, her legs rocking you back and forth as you pleasure her.
“Yes, yes!” She gasps. “That feels so good! I grow close. Now lick me. Lick me until I come!” As the iron grip of her legs holds your face tightly against her pussy, you reflect that you hardly have a choice in the matter, but continue to lash your tongue against her juicy slit. Her breathing becomes increasingly laboured and erratic and you can feel her tensing up as she closes in. You crane your head up slightly and flick your tongue over her clitoris and that sends her over the edge. With a shriek of release, she writhes in ecstasy, her thighs clamping so tightly around your head that you can no longer hear her cries of pleasure. Her body trembles as her orgasm rips through her until finally she relaxes, her thighs releasing your head from their vicelike grip. Zehra pants and wheezes as she catches her breath.
“Good. Very good.” She purrs, pulling herself up by her chains and unfolding her slender legs from you with the grace of a gymnast. “Now fuck me.”
Slide your cock inside her
Have her return the favour
Facing her, you press your lips to hers, quickly undressing before grasping her thighs and lifting her up off the floor. She kisses you back passionately, dangling from her chains as she wraps her slender legs around your waist. You guide your throbbing cock to her moist opening and you both gasp in unison as you sink into her velvety depths.
“Yes, yes!” Zehra moans, her hot breath on your neck as she bounces up and down on you. You slide your hands back, grasping her firm buttocks as you thrust up inside her, your cock sliding easily inside her wet pussy. She leans back, using the chains to allow you to swing her body back and forth, impaling her on your hard cock. You gaze down, watching your shaft, glistening with her juices, disappear again and again inside her. Your eyes slide up her olive skinned body, past her toned stomach before lingering a moment on her firm breasts which tremble slightly with each thrust before reaching her face. Her long dark hair dangles behind her head and a sheen of perspiration covers her forehead. Her lips are parted and her dark brown eyes are filled with passion and locked on yours.
“Fuck me harder.” She tells you breathlessly. “I grow close.” Zehra’s legs tighten around your hips, slamming herself against you, panting as she takes your length deeply inside her. You grasp her hips and pound into her with renewed vigour, her infectious lust driving you towards your climax.
“I’m getting close too.” You tell her, feeling the tension in your loins building.
“Yessssssssss!” She hisses. “Give me your seed. Fill me with it!” The thought seems to excite her even more than it does you as moments later she throws back her head, her eyes squeezing shut and her mouth dropping open before shrieking with pleasure as her climax crashes through her. Her body jerks against you, trembling in ecstasy as waves of pleasure surge through her. Her pussy clenches your shaft and sends you over the edge too. You slam into her one last time and feel your balls contract before unleashing a powerful torrent of come inside her quivering body. Her legs grip you tightly, drawing you deep inside her as your twitching cock spurts again and again. You grunt with each powerful eruption, drowning out her soft gasps as your bodies are locked in a dance of ecstasy. Finally as the last of your seed erupts from the tip, her legs relax their grip on you and you gently slip from her pussy before her feet return to the floor. Zehra’s chest heaves as she catches her breath and she flashes you a satisfied smile.
“That’s my kind of interrogation.” You quip breathlessly.
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“I think you’re forgetting who’s in charge here.” You grin, reaching out and grasping a chunky yellow control box dangling from a flex. You press a button and the winch above her head whines as it lowers her onto her knees. You unzip your fly and pull your hard, throbbing cock from your trousers, relieved to have freed it from the restricted confines of your underpants. Zehra’s eyes widen slightly at the sight of your thick engorged shaft swaying before her face.
“Your turn.” You tell her, guiding it to her lips. She glares angrily up at you before her gaze drops to your straining member and she reluctantly opens her mouth and allows you to slip the tip inside. You groan as you watch her lips close around it and feel her warm, moist tongue slithering all over the bulbous head. You gaze down, enjoying the sight of her lips stretched around your shaft. She begins to bob her head back and forth, growing more enthusiastic with your every groan of pleasure. You run your fingers through her silky black hair, guiding her pace as she sucks and slurps on your cock. You can already feel a growing tightness in your loins and not wanting to come just yet, you abruptly pull your cock from her lips.
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