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Target:Terror Tales #1 Tanya Blows, Then Gets Blown Away
On Level 2 of Target:Terror, terrorists have seized control of the Airport. In the bathroom, Tanya is blowing her boyfriend Chad through the gloryhole of one of the stalls.Her black shirt is unbuttoned, exposing her breasts, and she is fingering herself. Chad moans in delight, telling Tanya to suck his real good.
In the next stall, Army Private Kate is fucking herself with her vibrator. The noise is turned on low, so the terrorists don't hear it. She was in the stall when the terrorists took control of the airport. She is trapped until reinforcements arrive, so she pleasures herself with the vibrator to kill time.
Kate is turned on by the terrorists' activities in the stall next to her. She fantasizes about blowing Chad through the gloryhole with Tanya and sharing his cum with her. But she also knows that she's going to have to kill them when the reinforcements come, so she starts to fantasize about !@#$ them up with her assault rifle.
Chad is getting close. He yells "I'm cumming" and shoots a load into Tanya's mouth. Kate cums at the same time too, quietly to not blow her cover.
Suddenly they all hear gunshots. Tanya and Chad and Kate quickly get dressed to be ready for what's to come.
The bathroom door opens and Special Ops Commander Dick Johnson starts shooting up the place. Chad exits his stall to meet him, but is taken out by Kate, shot multiple times. Then Tanya appears, but is shot in the gut by Dick and finished off by Kate.
After all of the terrorists are dead, Dick asks Kate where did she come from. "I was hiding out in the stall, waiting for reinforcements to come before I made my move." He then noticed that Kate's pants were wet. "What were you really doing in there?" he asked. "I was playing with myself with a vibrator." she said. "You don't need to play with a fake dick, when you can play with a real one!" he said as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his erect penis. Kate bit her lip in delight, and took Dick to a stall. There, she got on her knees like the good private that she was and sucked his dick. They then fucked in the stall and Dick shot Kate's face with his love gun.
On Level 2 of Target:Terror, terrorists have seized control of the Airport. In the bathroom, Tanya is blowing her boyfriend Chad through the gloryhole of one of the stalls.Her black shirt is unbuttoned, exposing her breasts, and she is fingering herself. Chad moans in delight, telling Tanya to suck his real good.
In the next stall, Army Private Kate is fucking herself with her vibrator. The noise is turned on low, so the terrorists don't hear it. She was in the stall when the terrorists took control of the airport. She is trapped until reinforcements arrive, so she pleasures herself with the vibrator to kill time.
Kate is turned on by the terrorists' activities in the stall next to her. She fantasizes about blowing Chad through the gloryhole with Tanya and sharing his cum with her. But she also knows that she's going to have to kill them when the reinforcements come, so she starts to fantasize about !@#$ them up with her assault rifle.
Chad is getting close. He yells "I'm cumming" and shoots a load into Tanya's mouth. Kate cums at the same time too, quietly to not blow her cover.
Suddenly they all hear gunshots. Tanya and Chad and Kate quickly get dressed to be ready for what's to come.
The bathroom door opens and Special Ops Commander Dick Johnson starts shooting up the place. Chad exits his stall to meet him, but is taken out by Kate, shot multiple times. Then Tanya appears, but is shot in the gut by Dick and finished off by Kate.
After all of the terrorists are dead, Dick asks Kate where did she come from. "I was hiding out in the stall, waiting for reinforcements to come before I made my move." He then noticed that Kate's pants were wet. "What were you really doing in there?" he asked. "I was playing with myself with a vibrator." she said. "You don't need to play with a fake dick, when you can play with a real one!" he said as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his erect penis. Kate bit her lip in delight, and took Dick to a stall. There, she got on her knees like the good private that she was and sucked his dick. They then fucked in the stall and Dick shot Kate's face with his love gun.
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Target:Terror Tales #2 Busting Up Blowbangs
In the final level of Target: Terror, the terrorists have hijacked a plane and are flying it to the White House. Niki Ninja, one of the female terrorists on the plane,is bored. She gets hungry for some cum. She sees some of her male terrorist buddies and convinces them to do a blowbang with her. One look at her sexy, leather corset, pants and spiked choker gets their cocks hard immediately. They all unzip their pants and present their cocks to Niki. She starts chugging one cock, while stroking the other two with her gloved hands. The tell her to "suck it, bitch!" as she services each and everyone of their cocks. They slide their hands down her corset and grope her big boobs. Some milk comes out of them and they start drinking the sweet nectar from her udders. She even sprays their cocks with the milk to lubricate them for tittyfucking. Soon, they're ready to cum. Niki tells them to "give it to me! cum in my mouth!" One by one, they bust their nuts into her mouth, telling her to "take it, bitch!" She moans in ecstasy as she swallows it down to her belly.
In another part of the plane, Niki's fellow female terrorist and sometimes lover Tanya is also bored. She sees what Niki is doing and gets turned on. She wants a blowbang, but she also wants her pussy fucked too. She sees some male terrorists near her and motions them over to her. She tells them that she's hungry for some cum and wants to fuck them. One of the terrorists, Steve, has had a crush on Tanya ever since he joined the organization. He is thrilled that his fantasy of fucking Tanya is coming true, even if he has to share her with two other guys.
They all take their cocks out for Tanya. Steve's cock is already hard and is the biggest of the three. Tanya immediately starts sucking his cock while stroking the other two. He dick slaps her face a few times and she moans in delight. They all put their hands under her black tank top and grope her boobs. Next thing you know, the black tank top comes off and her camo pants are unzipped and dropped to the floor. Tanya is completely naked and ready to fuck. Steve and the guys take their turns fucking her in many different positions. She grunts "uh! uh!" every time they thrust deeper and deeper into her pussy. "You like that?" Steve asks her. "Oh fuck yeah, Steve!" she replied. Tanya is riding Steve reverse cowgirl style when the other two guys are ready to cum. She tells them to "cum in my mouth, or i'll cut your cocks off with my knife!" "What about me?" Steve asked. "You can cum in my pussy." Tanya replied. The two other terrorists cum in her mouth, telling her to "take it bitch!" She swallows it down to her belly. Steve then has Tanya doggy style. He shouts I'm cumming and shoots a load into her pussy. He then collapses on top of her and kisses her.
When all this was going on, Special Ops Commander Dick Johnson is hiding behind a luggage crate, waiting to take out the terrorists. He sees Niki's activity and starts stroking his cock. Niki sees the tip of his cock from the corner of her eye. Thinking it was another of her terrorist friends, she motions Dick to come out and play. Dick puts on some sunglasses as a disguise and walks on out to meet her. She starts chugging his cock while he gropes her boobs. He busts his nut into her mouth.
Suddenly, Dick removes his shades, punches Niki in the face, and shoots her lovers. Angry, she kicks Dick in the face, telling him to "die!" Dick shoots her once, shoots another terrorist, and then proceeds to shoot Niki 8 more time into her leather, clad body. She grunts "ah! ah, ooh!" as she falls to the ground
Tanya and the others hear the gunshots and Niki's grunts. They quickly get dressed and get ready to meet the good guy. Dick busts in and shoots the male terrorists, with Steve getting shot 6 times. Tanya pops up from the ground and attacks Dick with her knife. He shoots her 9 times, Tanya grunting "uh, uh!" as she is shot, with her sexy belly exposed.
All in all,two sexy bad girls filled with with cum and lead.
In the final level of Target: Terror, the terrorists have hijacked a plane and are flying it to the White House. Niki Ninja, one of the female terrorists on the plane,is bored. She gets hungry for some cum. She sees some of her male terrorist buddies and convinces them to do a blowbang with her. One look at her sexy, leather corset, pants and spiked choker gets their cocks hard immediately. They all unzip their pants and present their cocks to Niki. She starts chugging one cock, while stroking the other two with her gloved hands. The tell her to "suck it, bitch!" as she services each and everyone of their cocks. They slide their hands down her corset and grope her big boobs. Some milk comes out of them and they start drinking the sweet nectar from her udders. She even sprays their cocks with the milk to lubricate them for tittyfucking. Soon, they're ready to cum. Niki tells them to "give it to me! cum in my mouth!" One by one, they bust their nuts into her mouth, telling her to "take it, bitch!" She moans in ecstasy as she swallows it down to her belly.
In another part of the plane, Niki's fellow female terrorist and sometimes lover Tanya is also bored. She sees what Niki is doing and gets turned on. She wants a blowbang, but she also wants her pussy fucked too. She sees some male terrorists near her and motions them over to her. She tells them that she's hungry for some cum and wants to fuck them. One of the terrorists, Steve, has had a crush on Tanya ever since he joined the organization. He is thrilled that his fantasy of fucking Tanya is coming true, even if he has to share her with two other guys.
They all take their cocks out for Tanya. Steve's cock is already hard and is the biggest of the three. Tanya immediately starts sucking his cock while stroking the other two. He dick slaps her face a few times and she moans in delight. They all put their hands under her black tank top and grope her boobs. Next thing you know, the black tank top comes off and her camo pants are unzipped and dropped to the floor. Tanya is completely naked and ready to fuck. Steve and the guys take their turns fucking her in many different positions. She grunts "uh! uh!" every time they thrust deeper and deeper into her pussy. "You like that?" Steve asks her. "Oh fuck yeah, Steve!" she replied. Tanya is riding Steve reverse cowgirl style when the other two guys are ready to cum. She tells them to "cum in my mouth, or i'll cut your cocks off with my knife!" "What about me?" Steve asked. "You can cum in my pussy." Tanya replied. The two other terrorists cum in her mouth, telling her to "take it bitch!" She swallows it down to her belly. Steve then has Tanya doggy style. He shouts I'm cumming and shoots a load into her pussy. He then collapses on top of her and kisses her.
When all this was going on, Special Ops Commander Dick Johnson is hiding behind a luggage crate, waiting to take out the terrorists. He sees Niki's activity and starts stroking his cock. Niki sees the tip of his cock from the corner of her eye. Thinking it was another of her terrorist friends, she motions Dick to come out and play. Dick puts on some sunglasses as a disguise and walks on out to meet her. She starts chugging his cock while he gropes her boobs. He busts his nut into her mouth.
Suddenly, Dick removes his shades, punches Niki in the face, and shoots her lovers. Angry, she kicks Dick in the face, telling him to "die!" Dick shoots her once, shoots another terrorist, and then proceeds to shoot Niki 8 more time into her leather, clad body. She grunts "ah! ah, ooh!" as she falls to the ground
Tanya and the others hear the gunshots and Niki's grunts. They quickly get dressed and get ready to meet the good guy. Dick busts in and shoots the male terrorists, with Steve getting shot 6 times. Tanya pops up from the ground and attacks Dick with her knife. He shoots her 9 times, Tanya grunting "uh, uh!" as she is shot, with her sexy belly exposed.
All in all,two sexy bad girls filled with with cum and lead.
Target:Terror Tales #3 Love In An Elevator
On Level 2 of Target:Terror, the terrorists have seized control of the airport. Two terrorists, Amy Red and her boyfriend Leon, disappear to an elevator to fuck. He has Amy up against the wall with her black shirt unbuttoned and her red leather pants down around her ankles. He gives her butt a slap and inserts his cock inside her pussy. Leon fucks Amy real good, making her grunt "uh! uh! uh!" with each thrust of his cock. "Oh yeah! Fuck me Leon!" Amy yells. "Oh yeah, I'll fuck you real good bitch!" Leon says as he pulls on Amy's ponytail. They French kiss and he gropes her boobs. "Where do you want me to bust my nut?" he asks. "I want you to bust up in this pussy, Daddy!" she replied. He complies, giving her a nasty creampie.
Suddenly, they hear gunshots coming from above. Special Ops Commander Dick Johnson and Army Private Kate are fighting their way through the airport and fucking up terrorists everywhere they go. They encounter Britt Red, who wildly shoots at them with her uzis, missing them. Dick takes her out with a headshot.
Leon and Amy quickly dress and take separate elevators to join in on the action. When Dick and Kate finish killing the terrorists, they head to the elevators. The elevator doors open and Leon and Amy appear. "Freeze!" Kate tells them. "Fuck you!" Leon defiantly says and starts to shoot his gun. Dick shoots him a couple of times, while Kate shoots Amy three times. Then Dick shoots Amy once for good measure and they enter Amy's elevator to go to the next stage.
Dick and Kate are very turned on after killing the terrorists and decide to fuck in the elevator. While they're fucking, they don't notice that Amy is somehow still alive. Amy reaches for gun, then aims it at the couple. Kate sees this, reaches for her gun and shoots Amy in the head, finally killing her. At the same time, both Dick and Kate climax.
On Level 2 of Target:Terror, the terrorists have seized control of the airport. Two terrorists, Amy Red and her boyfriend Leon, disappear to an elevator to fuck. He has Amy up against the wall with her black shirt unbuttoned and her red leather pants down around her ankles. He gives her butt a slap and inserts his cock inside her pussy. Leon fucks Amy real good, making her grunt "uh! uh! uh!" with each thrust of his cock. "Oh yeah! Fuck me Leon!" Amy yells. "Oh yeah, I'll fuck you real good bitch!" Leon says as he pulls on Amy's ponytail. They French kiss and he gropes her boobs. "Where do you want me to bust my nut?" he asks. "I want you to bust up in this pussy, Daddy!" she replied. He complies, giving her a nasty creampie.
Suddenly, they hear gunshots coming from above. Special Ops Commander Dick Johnson and Army Private Kate are fighting their way through the airport and fucking up terrorists everywhere they go. They encounter Britt Red, who wildly shoots at them with her uzis, missing them. Dick takes her out with a headshot.
Leon and Amy quickly dress and take separate elevators to join in on the action. When Dick and Kate finish killing the terrorists, they head to the elevators. The elevator doors open and Leon and Amy appear. "Freeze!" Kate tells them. "Fuck you!" Leon defiantly says and starts to shoot his gun. Dick shoots him a couple of times, while Kate shoots Amy three times. Then Dick shoots Amy once for good measure and they enter Amy's elevator to go to the next stage.
Dick and Kate are very turned on after killing the terrorists and decide to fuck in the elevator. While they're fucking, they don't notice that Amy is somehow still alive. Amy reaches for gun, then aims it at the couple. Kate sees this, reaches for her gun and shoots Amy in the head, finally killing her. At the same time, both Dick and Kate climax.
Target:Terror Tales 4: Amy Red's Bisex Blowbang
In Level 8 of Target:Terror, the terrorists have seized control of the nuclear Silo. Amy Red and her gay friend Ricardo are checking out three male terrorists. They both want some cum. Amy calls the guys over. She asks if they want to fuck. They all say yes. She tells them that they can fuck her under one condition: they gotta fuck Ricardo too. Two of the guys seem reluctant, but Dirk, the terrorist with the black doo-rag, is game and convinces the others, Ian and Jack to join in. They take out their cocks and Amy and Ricardo start servicing them. Ricardo sucks Dirk's dick while Amy sucks off the other two. "Damn he's good!" Dirk says as he gags Ricardo. "Thanks, I learned from the best." Ricardo says, winking at Amy. Amy then tells him to share Ian's cock with her. They slobber all over Ian's dick and balls, then share Jack's cock.
The guys fuck Amy and Ricardo in different positions. They tell him to "take it, faggot!" while they tell her to "take it, bitch"! Ian and Jack have them on their backs missionary style, fucking them hard and fast. They grunt "uh! uh! uh!" as they get fucked. Dirk, meanwhile, is ready to cum. "Give it to us, Dirk!" Amy says. She and Ricardo's heads are together, tongues out as they receive Dirk's load. They cumswap and kiss like the good little cumsluts they are.
Then, Ian and Jack are ready to cum. "Breed us, Daddy!" Ricardo and Amy yell. With two giant thrusts, they bust their nuts into Amy's pussy and Ricardo's asshole. Amy cums on Ian's dick and Ricardo cums on his tummy on Jack's last thrust. Amy licks the cum of Ricardo's tummy and swallows it. "Delicious!" she says.
Suddenly, they hear gunshots from above. Special Ops Lieutenant Krueger is fucking up the terrorists left and right!
The terrorists quickly dress and take the capsule up to meet her. The capsule opens and Ricardo, Ian and Jack are shooting at her. Krueger shoots off all of their balls. Amy comes out firing and gets hit with a gut shot. Dirk is right behind her with his bazooka, but is shot in the balls as well.
Krueger escapes in the pod to the next level. She fills the bodies with more lead, just to be sure they aren't alive.
In Level 8 of Target:Terror, the terrorists have seized control of the nuclear Silo. Amy Red and her gay friend Ricardo are checking out three male terrorists. They both want some cum. Amy calls the guys over. She asks if they want to fuck. They all say yes. She tells them that they can fuck her under one condition: they gotta fuck Ricardo too. Two of the guys seem reluctant, but Dirk, the terrorist with the black doo-rag, is game and convinces the others, Ian and Jack to join in. They take out their cocks and Amy and Ricardo start servicing them. Ricardo sucks Dirk's dick while Amy sucks off the other two. "Damn he's good!" Dirk says as he gags Ricardo. "Thanks, I learned from the best." Ricardo says, winking at Amy. Amy then tells him to share Ian's cock with her. They slobber all over Ian's dick and balls, then share Jack's cock.
The guys fuck Amy and Ricardo in different positions. They tell him to "take it, faggot!" while they tell her to "take it, bitch"! Ian and Jack have them on their backs missionary style, fucking them hard and fast. They grunt "uh! uh! uh!" as they get fucked. Dirk, meanwhile, is ready to cum. "Give it to us, Dirk!" Amy says. She and Ricardo's heads are together, tongues out as they receive Dirk's load. They cumswap and kiss like the good little cumsluts they are.
Then, Ian and Jack are ready to cum. "Breed us, Daddy!" Ricardo and Amy yell. With two giant thrusts, they bust their nuts into Amy's pussy and Ricardo's asshole. Amy cums on Ian's dick and Ricardo cums on his tummy on Jack's last thrust. Amy licks the cum of Ricardo's tummy and swallows it. "Delicious!" she says.
Suddenly, they hear gunshots from above. Special Ops Lieutenant Krueger is fucking up the terrorists left and right!
The terrorists quickly dress and take the capsule up to meet her. The capsule opens and Ricardo, Ian and Jack are shooting at her. Krueger shoots off all of their balls. Amy comes out firing and gets hit with a gut shot. Dirk is right behind her with his bazooka, but is shot in the balls as well.
Krueger escapes in the pod to the next level. She fills the bodies with more lead, just to be sure they aren't alive.
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Target: Terror Tales #5: Britt Black Gets Head, Gives Head, Then Gets Lead to the Head!
In Level 4 of Target:Terror, the terrorists have seized control of the Golden Gate Bridge. Britt Black and her boyfriend Ken are horny. Ken tells her that he wants to eat her out. Britt bites her lip in delight. She spreads her legs and he eats her pussy. She moans in delight as he licks the shit out of her. She yells "I'm cumming!" and squirts all over Ken's face. "That's some great jelly roll!" he said. "Now it's your turn!" she said. She unzips his pants and starts sucking his cock. From the corner of her eye, she sees the ladder hatch and gets an idea. She gets into the hatch and tells Ken to lay over the hatch. "Why?" he asked. "So I can give you head via a gloryhole!" she said. "Ah, great idea!" he said. Ken laid over the hatch like he was planking. She sucked his cock real good. Next thing you know, he busts his nut down Britt's throat. Their hunger was satisfied.
All of a sudden, they hear gunshots. Special Ops Commander Dick Johnson lands on the Golden Gate Bridge and is taking down terrorists. Britt and Ken get dressed and get into position to meet Dick. Dick climbs the ladder to the top of the bridge. There, Ken and Britt come out of their hiding places to take him on. Dick easily takes them out with his shotgun, with Britt getting a headshot. She falls down dead down the hatch to the bottom.
In Level 4 of Target:Terror, the terrorists have seized control of the Golden Gate Bridge. Britt Black and her boyfriend Ken are horny. Ken tells her that he wants to eat her out. Britt bites her lip in delight. She spreads her legs and he eats her pussy. She moans in delight as he licks the shit out of her. She yells "I'm cumming!" and squirts all over Ken's face. "That's some great jelly roll!" he said. "Now it's your turn!" she said. She unzips his pants and starts sucking his cock. From the corner of her eye, she sees the ladder hatch and gets an idea. She gets into the hatch and tells Ken to lay over the hatch. "Why?" he asked. "So I can give you head via a gloryhole!" she said. "Ah, great idea!" he said. Ken laid over the hatch like he was planking. She sucked his cock real good. Next thing you know, he busts his nut down Britt's throat. Their hunger was satisfied.
All of a sudden, they hear gunshots. Special Ops Commander Dick Johnson lands on the Golden Gate Bridge and is taking down terrorists. Britt and Ken get dressed and get into position to meet Dick. Dick climbs the ladder to the top of the bridge. There, Ken and Britt come out of their hiding places to take him on. Dick easily takes them out with his shotgun, with Britt getting a headshot. She falls down dead down the hatch to the bottom.
Britt Black Finally Gets Her Revenge
Blake awoke with a bright beam of light shined down directly upon his face. For a moment, he thought he was staring up at the sun. As his vision improved, he realized that he was staring directly up at a ceiling light hanging above his face. He was laying on his back on what felt to be dining room table. But as he turned his head, he realized that it wasn't a piece of home furniture but some sort of contraption. He was definitely laying on a hard smooth surface. One that was being held by four large chains that hung from the ceiling, levitating the hard surface away from the ground. His clothes had been removed. Everything with the exception of his boxers. He noticed that his hands were shackled to the edges of the surface, as well as both of his ankles. He was trapped. He tried to break free, but the shackles wouldn't budge. He didn't know why he was here. But then his memories kicked in and he remembered exactly what he was doing before he lost consciousness.
He was interrogating that brunette terrorist bitch at the police station. Britt Black was what she was known by. The daughter of a powerful terrorist leader that was known simply as the Master. Their group had assaulted the First National Bank in the downtown area of the city, in which Blake and his team successfully managed to capture Britt Black while also taking out a small portion of the organization. The rest had managed to escape. After Britt Black had been captured, Blake faintly remembered a large banging sound that nearly blew out his ear drums. Based on the situation he found himself in, he assumed the group came to rescue their little terrorist princess and dragged him back to their secret hideout. Most likely to torture him for what he had done.
Suddenly, he heard footsteps. A tall Asian woman wearing a corset and shiny leather pants approached him. Her hair was tied behind her head. She wore dark shades around her eyes and around her neck was a small choker necklace. She carried a large whip in her right hand. He instantly recognized her from the reports. She was called Niki Dominatrix. A vicious terrorist that brutally tortured those she kidnapped without any shred of mercy. Blake wasn't intimidated in the slightest.
"You fucking bitch," he called out. "You won't get away with this."
"You seem overly confident," she calmly said, smiling at his response. She gently placed the front portion of the whip against his bare chest. It felt as if a snake began to slither on his skin. Blake had to admit she looked pretty damn sexy. But that wasn't going to stop him from killing this bitch the second he got out of his shackles.
He smiled at her. "Honey, when I get out of here, I'm gonna fuck each and every one of you assholes up. Your little group will be completely destroyed when I'm through with you all."
"Someone seems quite thrilled about that," a female voice said from behind. He looked up and saw her face. She was a red head, with her hair tied in a ponytail. She too wore dark shades. It was Amy Red. One of the organizations top shooters that possessed a high kill count among the group. And unlike Niki Dominatrix, she wasn't smiling at all. Before long, she gagged his entire mouth with duct tape. He tried to resist, but Niki's tight grip against his neck held him down against the table, allowing the red haired terrorist to complete her task. "Now do us a favor and kindly shut the fuck up," she said bluntly.
"Oh, come on, Amy. I wanted to hear him scream," another female voice said. From the tone of her voice, she sounded a bit disappointed. She walked out of the shadows. She was blonde, sporting a black colored tank top that revealed her cleavage as well as a tiny portion of her sexy navel. She also wore camo pants around her legs. She carried a large knife in her right hand, while her left was feeling the edge of the sharp blade. Tanya Knife was what she was called. Just like Niki, she was also one sadistic bitch that took pleasure in killing her enemies.
She leaned in close over the table, her face inches away from Blake's nose. She smiled brightly. "Hey, Blakey-boy. How are you doing this fine evening?" she asked in a soft quiet voice.
Just fine, you cocky little bitch. That was what he had tried to say, but the duct tape prevented his words from being heard by any of them.
"Oh, I'm doing just fine." She put her hand against her chest. "Thank you for asking." She was definitely a playful one as some of the reports stated. A wild card that was almost unpredictable.
"I have to ask you something, Blake. Do you feel quite hot in here?" She looked up at Niki. "Niki, how do you feel?"
"I feel like I'm about to sweat," Niki responded.
Tanya looked towards the other one. "And you, Amy. How do you feel at the moment."
"Same as Niki," said Amy Red. "To be honest, I quite envy Blake here. He's the only one out of all of us that's completely naked."
"I agree. As a matter of fact, I feel like taking off my top right now. My tits could use some air." She looked down at Blake. "From looking at you, Blakey, you seem like you could use something to cool you off." She gently lifted the edge of the knife over his face and slowly pressed it against his cheek. He thought for a moment she was going to cut his face. Instead he felt the smooth edge of the blade. It was cold. Really cold. Almost as if Tanya had left it in the freezer for an hour or two. "How does that feel, Blake? Still not cold enough?"
Before he could even attempt to respond, he noticed her look up at Amy, nodding her head. And then suddenly, he felt as if the temperature had dropped below zero, as several pieces of ice along with cold water was dumped all of her his bare chest. He tried to scream, but like before, it was to no avail. It felt like a large block of ice was sitting directly upon his entire body. His nerves began to shiver uncontrollably, as cold lines of liquid streamed over to his boxers.
"You look like you've been quite refreshed," Tanya said, smiling more widely than earlier.
"I can't argue with that," said Niki.
Tanya looked over at Blake's boxers. "Oh my. Look at that. Your poor little boxers are getting all wet," she said in a innocent sounding tone. "We wouldn't want you to be wearing those. Otherwise, how else would we know if you pissed yourself?" She quickly walked over to his waist, where she slid her blade under the edge of his boxers, holding them open with her left hand. For a second, Blake thought he was going to lose his dick. Luckily, the blonde bitch only cut through the wet boxers until they his hard wet dick was unveiled to them all.
Tanya smiled at the sight of it. "Holy fucking shit. Niki, Amy, are you seeing this?"
"Oh, yeah," said Amy.
"Most definitely," Niki responded, walking over to grab a hold of it with her bare hands where she began to massage it. "Oh, Blake. You definitely enjoy spending time with us."
Blake had to admit, the way Niki rubbed his cock felt nice. But he couldn't excuse the fact that these bitches had just poured a bucket of cold iced water all over his chest. Nor could he forget that he was in the company of some very violent terrorists.
Tanya walked back over to his face. "See, Blakey. We're not here to torture you," she said as she lightly rubbed the palm of her hand against his cold chest. Like the hands of Niki, they too felt nice. "We're here to give you the time of your life." She leaned in close where she pressed her soft lips against his. He was a married man and he tried to resist. But something in his head convinced him it wasn't worth it. There was something about this woman's kiss that he never felt with his wife. Something good. Something extremely sexy. It felt unnatural. But in time the feeling evolved and he started to enjoy it. Why do the bad guys always get the hot ones? he thought to himself.
He soon felt Amy's pink lips touch against his forehead as he felt his hard cock enter the mouth of whom he assumed was Niki. Three incredibly hot girls were pleasuring him more so than any other woman in his life. He almost regretted his decision to become a cop. He felt the urge to join them in their petty crusade. And then, the beautiful blonde terrorist removed her tank top. Her tits looked absolutely stunning. She pressed them against his chest as she leaned forward for another kiss.
And then he heard a clap. "Alright, girls. I think that's enough." All three terrorists suddenly stopped pleasuring him and stood to face the voice coming from the far side of the room. And then, he saw her.
She looked completely fine. It was as if all the physical damage Blake had inflicted on her had quickly vanished. Her entire body was healed. How long had he been their captive?
Britt Black slowly approached him from his right side, walking past Niki. "Hello there, Detective," she said with a dazzling smile. "It's been a short while since our last conversation. I see Tanya, Amy, and Niki gave you some fine pleasure for this lovely evening."
He wasn't sure how to respond to that. Then again, he really couldn't. She looked quite beautiful. More beautiful than when he saw her last. He could spot her nice cleavage between her zippered shirt.
"I'm sure you thought that you were brought here to be brutally tortured. To receive the same level of pain that you delivered to me. Well, Detective, I'm sorry to disappoint you. But I didn't want to do any of that. You see I'm a pretty nice girl. I like to prove people wrong. Especially someone such as you."
Her words felt truthful. Maybe it was the tone of her voice. Maybe it was the words themselves. Maybe it was the fact that three beautiful women just gave him a satisfying experience; one that he would carry until his death. But he knew deep down that all of this felt wrong. The bitch had a habit of seducing people to her will. That was her specialty. Now it seemed like she was trying to seduce him. And he wasn't going to let her.
"Awww, Detective. Why the long face? Nobody here wants to hurt you." She climbed up on to the table. On top of him. Her knees were pressed against his thighs. "Not even me." She reached down to the zipper on her shirt and slowly began to unzip. It felt like an eternity before it reached the bottom, but Blake had all the time in the world. It wasn't like he was going anywhere at the moment. He could see the top of her breasts peaking from her little black tank top as she leisurely removed the shirt from her body. She threw it to the side like it was nothing. And then she leaned in and began kissing him on the lips. Her lips felt even more softer than Tanya's. They felt warm. He then felt his hands being freed from the shackles. And then his ankles. He wrapped his arms and legs around her as he continued to kiss her. She didn't seem to mind the fact that his entire body was free. Nor did Blake himself. He wanted her.
She gave him a hard push against the table. The back of his head hit the hard surface and he felt pain. But it didn't matter to him. His sights were all on her as she slowly removed her tank top from her torso. Her tits were smaller than Tanya's. But they were still pretty to look at. She then removed her shades and she looked him in the eyes and smiled. She looked incredibly sexy. He reached over and touched her belly button with his right hand before making its way up to her soft breasts. And then she leaned in again for another kiss. He felt like he was in heaven. He didn't care at all that she was a dangerous terrorist that was responsible for the deaths of hundreds, including some of his friends. He no longer felt like bringing her to justice. Nor did he feel like getting revenge. How could he harm someone that was so hot and sexy? Britt was absolutely beautiful.
And then he felt the cold touch against his throat. His eyes widened in shock as he saw little splashes of blood upon Britt's face and her naked chest. She was carrying what appeared to be Tanya's knife from earlier. He suddenly let go of her and tried to reach for his throat, but she wouldn't allow it. Blood continued to pour from his neck all over his chest. Britt didn't seem to mind wetting herself in his blood. She gave him a sinister smile. "I told you, Detective. I didn't bring you here to be tortured." She leaned in close to his ear and whispered, "I brought you here to be executed."
For a moment Blake tried to wrap his hands around her neck. If he was going to die, he wanted to at least bring her with him. The bitch had to die now. She noticed his attempt. "Oh, Detective. If you really wanted to kill me so badly, all you had to do was resist the urge. You could've easily killed me the moment I had Amy free you from your chains. Hell, I even told her, Tanya, and Niki to let you kill me if you wanted to. But no. You chose to listen to your hard dick instead of your own mind. And because of that... you will now die."
She leaned her head towards his neck and began sucking the knife wound like a vampire. Her mouth was covered in blood as she leaned forward one last time to kiss him on the lips. A parting gift to send him off on his way.
Blake awoke with a bright beam of light shined down directly upon his face. For a moment, he thought he was staring up at the sun. As his vision improved, he realized that he was staring directly up at a ceiling light hanging above his face. He was laying on his back on what felt to be dining room table. But as he turned his head, he realized that it wasn't a piece of home furniture but some sort of contraption. He was definitely laying on a hard smooth surface. One that was being held by four large chains that hung from the ceiling, levitating the hard surface away from the ground. His clothes had been removed. Everything with the exception of his boxers. He noticed that his hands were shackled to the edges of the surface, as well as both of his ankles. He was trapped. He tried to break free, but the shackles wouldn't budge. He didn't know why he was here. But then his memories kicked in and he remembered exactly what he was doing before he lost consciousness.
He was interrogating that brunette terrorist bitch at the police station. Britt Black was what she was known by. The daughter of a powerful terrorist leader that was known simply as the Master. Their group had assaulted the First National Bank in the downtown area of the city, in which Blake and his team successfully managed to capture Britt Black while also taking out a small portion of the organization. The rest had managed to escape. After Britt Black had been captured, Blake faintly remembered a large banging sound that nearly blew out his ear drums. Based on the situation he found himself in, he assumed the group came to rescue their little terrorist princess and dragged him back to their secret hideout. Most likely to torture him for what he had done.
Suddenly, he heard footsteps. A tall Asian woman wearing a corset and shiny leather pants approached him. Her hair was tied behind her head. She wore dark shades around her eyes and around her neck was a small choker necklace. She carried a large whip in her right hand. He instantly recognized her from the reports. She was called Niki Dominatrix. A vicious terrorist that brutally tortured those she kidnapped without any shred of mercy. Blake wasn't intimidated in the slightest.
"You fucking bitch," he called out. "You won't get away with this."
"You seem overly confident," she calmly said, smiling at his response. She gently placed the front portion of the whip against his bare chest. It felt as if a snake began to slither on his skin. Blake had to admit she looked pretty damn sexy. But that wasn't going to stop him from killing this bitch the second he got out of his shackles.
He smiled at her. "Honey, when I get out of here, I'm gonna fuck each and every one of you assholes up. Your little group will be completely destroyed when I'm through with you all."
"Someone seems quite thrilled about that," a female voice said from behind. He looked up and saw her face. She was a red head, with her hair tied in a ponytail. She too wore dark shades. It was Amy Red. One of the organizations top shooters that possessed a high kill count among the group. And unlike Niki Dominatrix, she wasn't smiling at all. Before long, she gagged his entire mouth with duct tape. He tried to resist, but Niki's tight grip against his neck held him down against the table, allowing the red haired terrorist to complete her task. "Now do us a favor and kindly shut the fuck up," she said bluntly.
"Oh, come on, Amy. I wanted to hear him scream," another female voice said. From the tone of her voice, she sounded a bit disappointed. She walked out of the shadows. She was blonde, sporting a black colored tank top that revealed her cleavage as well as a tiny portion of her sexy navel. She also wore camo pants around her legs. She carried a large knife in her right hand, while her left was feeling the edge of the sharp blade. Tanya Knife was what she was called. Just like Niki, she was also one sadistic bitch that took pleasure in killing her enemies.
She leaned in close over the table, her face inches away from Blake's nose. She smiled brightly. "Hey, Blakey-boy. How are you doing this fine evening?" she asked in a soft quiet voice.
Just fine, you cocky little bitch. That was what he had tried to say, but the duct tape prevented his words from being heard by any of them.
"Oh, I'm doing just fine." She put her hand against her chest. "Thank you for asking." She was definitely a playful one as some of the reports stated. A wild card that was almost unpredictable.
"I have to ask you something, Blake. Do you feel quite hot in here?" She looked up at Niki. "Niki, how do you feel?"
"I feel like I'm about to sweat," Niki responded.
Tanya looked towards the other one. "And you, Amy. How do you feel at the moment."
"Same as Niki," said Amy Red. "To be honest, I quite envy Blake here. He's the only one out of all of us that's completely naked."
"I agree. As a matter of fact, I feel like taking off my top right now. My tits could use some air." She looked down at Blake. "From looking at you, Blakey, you seem like you could use something to cool you off." She gently lifted the edge of the knife over his face and slowly pressed it against his cheek. He thought for a moment she was going to cut his face. Instead he felt the smooth edge of the blade. It was cold. Really cold. Almost as if Tanya had left it in the freezer for an hour or two. "How does that feel, Blake? Still not cold enough?"
Before he could even attempt to respond, he noticed her look up at Amy, nodding her head. And then suddenly, he felt as if the temperature had dropped below zero, as several pieces of ice along with cold water was dumped all of her his bare chest. He tried to scream, but like before, it was to no avail. It felt like a large block of ice was sitting directly upon his entire body. His nerves began to shiver uncontrollably, as cold lines of liquid streamed over to his boxers.
"You look like you've been quite refreshed," Tanya said, smiling more widely than earlier.
"I can't argue with that," said Niki.
Tanya looked over at Blake's boxers. "Oh my. Look at that. Your poor little boxers are getting all wet," she said in a innocent sounding tone. "We wouldn't want you to be wearing those. Otherwise, how else would we know if you pissed yourself?" She quickly walked over to his waist, where she slid her blade under the edge of his boxers, holding them open with her left hand. For a second, Blake thought he was going to lose his dick. Luckily, the blonde bitch only cut through the wet boxers until they his hard wet dick was unveiled to them all.
Tanya smiled at the sight of it. "Holy fucking shit. Niki, Amy, are you seeing this?"
"Oh, yeah," said Amy.
"Most definitely," Niki responded, walking over to grab a hold of it with her bare hands where she began to massage it. "Oh, Blake. You definitely enjoy spending time with us."
Blake had to admit, the way Niki rubbed his cock felt nice. But he couldn't excuse the fact that these bitches had just poured a bucket of cold iced water all over his chest. Nor could he forget that he was in the company of some very violent terrorists.
Tanya walked back over to his face. "See, Blakey. We're not here to torture you," she said as she lightly rubbed the palm of her hand against his cold chest. Like the hands of Niki, they too felt nice. "We're here to give you the time of your life." She leaned in close where she pressed her soft lips against his. He was a married man and he tried to resist. But something in his head convinced him it wasn't worth it. There was something about this woman's kiss that he never felt with his wife. Something good. Something extremely sexy. It felt unnatural. But in time the feeling evolved and he started to enjoy it. Why do the bad guys always get the hot ones? he thought to himself.
He soon felt Amy's pink lips touch against his forehead as he felt his hard cock enter the mouth of whom he assumed was Niki. Three incredibly hot girls were pleasuring him more so than any other woman in his life. He almost regretted his decision to become a cop. He felt the urge to join them in their petty crusade. And then, the beautiful blonde terrorist removed her tank top. Her tits looked absolutely stunning. She pressed them against his chest as she leaned forward for another kiss.
And then he heard a clap. "Alright, girls. I think that's enough." All three terrorists suddenly stopped pleasuring him and stood to face the voice coming from the far side of the room. And then, he saw her.
She looked completely fine. It was as if all the physical damage Blake had inflicted on her had quickly vanished. Her entire body was healed. How long had he been their captive?
Britt Black slowly approached him from his right side, walking past Niki. "Hello there, Detective," she said with a dazzling smile. "It's been a short while since our last conversation. I see Tanya, Amy, and Niki gave you some fine pleasure for this lovely evening."
He wasn't sure how to respond to that. Then again, he really couldn't. She looked quite beautiful. More beautiful than when he saw her last. He could spot her nice cleavage between her zippered shirt.
"I'm sure you thought that you were brought here to be brutally tortured. To receive the same level of pain that you delivered to me. Well, Detective, I'm sorry to disappoint you. But I didn't want to do any of that. You see I'm a pretty nice girl. I like to prove people wrong. Especially someone such as you."
Her words felt truthful. Maybe it was the tone of her voice. Maybe it was the words themselves. Maybe it was the fact that three beautiful women just gave him a satisfying experience; one that he would carry until his death. But he knew deep down that all of this felt wrong. The bitch had a habit of seducing people to her will. That was her specialty. Now it seemed like she was trying to seduce him. And he wasn't going to let her.
"Awww, Detective. Why the long face? Nobody here wants to hurt you." She climbed up on to the table. On top of him. Her knees were pressed against his thighs. "Not even me." She reached down to the zipper on her shirt and slowly began to unzip. It felt like an eternity before it reached the bottom, but Blake had all the time in the world. It wasn't like he was going anywhere at the moment. He could see the top of her breasts peaking from her little black tank top as she leisurely removed the shirt from her body. She threw it to the side like it was nothing. And then she leaned in and began kissing him on the lips. Her lips felt even more softer than Tanya's. They felt warm. He then felt his hands being freed from the shackles. And then his ankles. He wrapped his arms and legs around her as he continued to kiss her. She didn't seem to mind the fact that his entire body was free. Nor did Blake himself. He wanted her.
She gave him a hard push against the table. The back of his head hit the hard surface and he felt pain. But it didn't matter to him. His sights were all on her as she slowly removed her tank top from her torso. Her tits were smaller than Tanya's. But they were still pretty to look at. She then removed her shades and she looked him in the eyes and smiled. She looked incredibly sexy. He reached over and touched her belly button with his right hand before making its way up to her soft breasts. And then she leaned in again for another kiss. He felt like he was in heaven. He didn't care at all that she was a dangerous terrorist that was responsible for the deaths of hundreds, including some of his friends. He no longer felt like bringing her to justice. Nor did he feel like getting revenge. How could he harm someone that was so hot and sexy? Britt was absolutely beautiful.
And then he felt the cold touch against his throat. His eyes widened in shock as he saw little splashes of blood upon Britt's face and her naked chest. She was carrying what appeared to be Tanya's knife from earlier. He suddenly let go of her and tried to reach for his throat, but she wouldn't allow it. Blood continued to pour from his neck all over his chest. Britt didn't seem to mind wetting herself in his blood. She gave him a sinister smile. "I told you, Detective. I didn't bring you here to be tortured." She leaned in close to his ear and whispered, "I brought you here to be executed."
For a moment Blake tried to wrap his hands around her neck. If he was going to die, he wanted to at least bring her with him. The bitch had to die now. She noticed his attempt. "Oh, Detective. If you really wanted to kill me so badly, all you had to do was resist the urge. You could've easily killed me the moment I had Amy free you from your chains. Hell, I even told her, Tanya, and Niki to let you kill me if you wanted to. But no. You chose to listen to your hard dick instead of your own mind. And because of that... you will now die."
She leaned her head towards his neck and began sucking the knife wound like a vampire. Her mouth was covered in blood as she leaned forward one last time to kiss him on the lips. A parting gift to send him off on his way.
Thanks! This one was a fun one to write and probably my personal favorite out of the few that I've written. I'm glad I finally got around to finishing it.
The TTBs Help Lydia Get Revenge: Part 1
The beautiful Lydia Cox. Artwork by Shayeragal
Lydia Cox sits in her room at the terrorist's hideout: The Warehouse. She has been held captive by the terrorists for a month now, being forced to be the organization's sex slave. Wearing her outfit that consists of a black collared choker, black leather chest harness and black latex assless chaps, she has serviced all of the nymphomaniacal terrorists, guy, girl and shemale, well. They have fucked the shit out of her multiple times in one-on-ones, threesomes, gangbangs and orgies and have cummed all over and in her sexy body. She has become a well used cumslut.
Lydia getting used by the terrorists. Artwork by Shayeragal.
Even though she is a hostage, the organization has treated her surprisingly well during her captivity. They gave her her own room in the Warehouse, fed her good meals and have even given her some "tip" money for the good job she's done servicing them. Deep down, Lydia has really enjoyed having sex every day. All of the terrorists have been fun to fuck with, especially Leon with his cock that's almost as long as his rocket launcher. Still, in the back of her mind, she knows that one day they may find a new, sexier cumslut to play with, and she may end up in an alley with bullet holes throughout her body. She is wary of their true intentions.
As Lydia sits in her room, she then thinks about her life before this. She misses her family, friends and her sweet boyfriend Adam. She misses working at the station, but not as a meteorologist. She used to be the anchor on the 10 o'clock news, before the morning anchor Carrie took her spot. The move caused Lydia to be demoted to weather girl, a move that she resented. Carrie didn't earn the 10 PM slot like she did. She got it by sleeping with the station manager. Very unprofessional. "If I ever get out of this place, I'm going to make that bitch pay!" she thought.
She then realized that now she's with the terrorists, she could get revenge on Carrie. If she could convince them to kidnap Carrie and let her torture & kill her, maybe they'll agree to let her go. They owed her a favor for forcing her to eat cum all day. But would the organization agree to it? It was a crazy idea, but it was one Lydia was willing to try.
Suddenly there's a knock on her door. "Come in." Lydia called out. The door opened and in walked a sexy brunette girl wearing a black shirt, skirt and long boots. It was Britt Black, one of the terrorist women in the organization.
"Hello, Lydia." Britt said in a sexy, smooth way. "How's our favorite cumslut doing?"
"I'm doing good, Britt. How are you?" Lydia replied
"I'm great." Britt replied. She then pulled out a cellphone from behind her back.
"I was just looking through your phone and I noticed some very interesting videos that you have on here." she said.
She held the the phone out to Lydia. On the phone was a video of Carrie blowing the station manager Carl in his office.
"Something to take a load off? Britt asked
"No. It's my boss and Carrie, an anchor at the station. I secretly set up a camera in his office to catch them in the act." Lydia said.
"Oooh. That's really interesting. Now, why would you do this sort of thing?" Britt asked
"Because Carrie took my old spot at the station. I used to be the anchor of the 10 o'clock news, then Carl made Carrie the anchor and demoted me to weather girl. I worked my ass off to get that position. Carrie didn't earn it, she was given it by getting down on all fours. By catching them in the act, I planned to get my position back by blackmailing Carl to go to HR with the videos." Lydia said.
"Ooh blackmail. I like the sound of that." Britt said with a devilish smile. "You should do more than blackmail. You should punish that slut Carrie as well."
"You know, I was just thinking about that." Lydia said. "Do you think we could kidnap her and torture her here?"
"Yeah, we can totally do that. You just want to torture her?"
"No. I wanna kill her, too." Lydia said with a devilish smile.
"Man, you must really hate this girl." Britt said. "I'm down with this idea, but if we do this, I bet that you want something in return."
Lydia looked Britt in the eyes and said "Yes. I would like my freedom."
"We'll have to talk to Master about that. He really likes you being his cumslut. Maybe he'll be generous and let you go." Britt said.
"Ok." Lydia said, not getting her hopes too up.
Just then, Leon and Tanya enter the room. "What's up, ladies? Leon greeted them. "Ready to suck some dick?" He and Tanya then unzip their pants and released their hard cocks. "I've got the strapon that shoots cum" Tanya said.
"I love it when you wear that strapon, Tanya." Britt said. "What are we waiting for, Lydia?"
Britt and Lydia then spent the rest of the night sucking and fucking their cocks. Lydia was excited for the cocks, but more excited of the opportunity to fuck Carrie up and return to her rightful position at the station.
The beautiful Lydia Cox. Artwork by Shayeragal
Lydia Cox sits in her room at the terrorist's hideout: The Warehouse. She has been held captive by the terrorists for a month now, being forced to be the organization's sex slave. Wearing her outfit that consists of a black collared choker, black leather chest harness and black latex assless chaps, she has serviced all of the nymphomaniacal terrorists, guy, girl and shemale, well. They have fucked the shit out of her multiple times in one-on-ones, threesomes, gangbangs and orgies and have cummed all over and in her sexy body. She has become a well used cumslut.
Lydia getting used by the terrorists. Artwork by Shayeragal.
Even though she is a hostage, the organization has treated her surprisingly well during her captivity. They gave her her own room in the Warehouse, fed her good meals and have even given her some "tip" money for the good job she's done servicing them. Deep down, Lydia has really enjoyed having sex every day. All of the terrorists have been fun to fuck with, especially Leon with his cock that's almost as long as his rocket launcher. Still, in the back of her mind, she knows that one day they may find a new, sexier cumslut to play with, and she may end up in an alley with bullet holes throughout her body. She is wary of their true intentions.
As Lydia sits in her room, she then thinks about her life before this. She misses her family, friends and her sweet boyfriend Adam. She misses working at the station, but not as a meteorologist. She used to be the anchor on the 10 o'clock news, before the morning anchor Carrie took her spot. The move caused Lydia to be demoted to weather girl, a move that she resented. Carrie didn't earn the 10 PM slot like she did. She got it by sleeping with the station manager. Very unprofessional. "If I ever get out of this place, I'm going to make that bitch pay!" she thought.
She then realized that now she's with the terrorists, she could get revenge on Carrie. If she could convince them to kidnap Carrie and let her torture & kill her, maybe they'll agree to let her go. They owed her a favor for forcing her to eat cum all day. But would the organization agree to it? It was a crazy idea, but it was one Lydia was willing to try.
Suddenly there's a knock on her door. "Come in." Lydia called out. The door opened and in walked a sexy brunette girl wearing a black shirt, skirt and long boots. It was Britt Black, one of the terrorist women in the organization.
"Hello, Lydia." Britt said in a sexy, smooth way. "How's our favorite cumslut doing?"
"I'm doing good, Britt. How are you?" Lydia replied
"I'm great." Britt replied. She then pulled out a cellphone from behind her back.
"I was just looking through your phone and I noticed some very interesting videos that you have on here." she said.
She held the the phone out to Lydia. On the phone was a video of Carrie blowing the station manager Carl in his office.
"Something to take a load off? Britt asked
"No. It's my boss and Carrie, an anchor at the station. I secretly set up a camera in his office to catch them in the act." Lydia said.
"Oooh. That's really interesting. Now, why would you do this sort of thing?" Britt asked
"Because Carrie took my old spot at the station. I used to be the anchor of the 10 o'clock news, then Carl made Carrie the anchor and demoted me to weather girl. I worked my ass off to get that position. Carrie didn't earn it, she was given it by getting down on all fours. By catching them in the act, I planned to get my position back by blackmailing Carl to go to HR with the videos." Lydia said.
"Ooh blackmail. I like the sound of that." Britt said with a devilish smile. "You should do more than blackmail. You should punish that slut Carrie as well."
"You know, I was just thinking about that." Lydia said. "Do you think we could kidnap her and torture her here?"
"Yeah, we can totally do that. You just want to torture her?"
"No. I wanna kill her, too." Lydia said with a devilish smile.
"Man, you must really hate this girl." Britt said. "I'm down with this idea, but if we do this, I bet that you want something in return."
Lydia looked Britt in the eyes and said "Yes. I would like my freedom."
"We'll have to talk to Master about that. He really likes you being his cumslut. Maybe he'll be generous and let you go." Britt said.
"Ok." Lydia said, not getting her hopes too up.
Just then, Leon and Tanya enter the room. "What's up, ladies? Leon greeted them. "Ready to suck some dick?" He and Tanya then unzip their pants and released their hard cocks. "I've got the strapon that shoots cum" Tanya said.
"I love it when you wear that strapon, Tanya." Britt said. "What are we waiting for, Lydia?"
Britt and Lydia then spent the rest of the night sucking and fucking their cocks. Lydia was excited for the cocks, but more excited of the opportunity to fuck Carrie up and return to her rightful position at the station.
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Really cool to see you return to this new character you created. Looking forward to Part 2!
Thanks! I figured that Lydia was too good of a character to write just once. Maybe later on I'll create new characters that become TTBs.
The TTBs Help Lydia Get Revenge: Part 2
Inside the Warehouse, Master has called a meeting to discuss Lydia's proposal. At the meeting are Master, Lydia and all of the Target Terror Bitches. Master speaks first:
"So, Lydia. I have heard that you have an proposition for me?"
"Yes, Master." Lydia replied. "I would like for the organization to kidnap the newscaster at my station, Carrie, and bring her here to be tortured and killed."
"Why do you want us to do that?" Master asked
"Because she took my position at the tv station by fucking our boss. I have been screwed over by her and I want justice." Lydia replied.
"How can you prove that Carrie did that?" Master asked.
"I've caught them in the act by secretly setting up a camera in his office. I was planning to blackmail him before I ended up with you." Lydia replied
"It's true." Britt said backing her up. "There's video evidence on her phone."
Britt handed the phone to Master. He saw multiple videos of Carrie and Carl fucking.
Master shook his head and said "I can't stand people who get handed jobs that they didn't earn. Besides, I never liked seeing her on the air. She just seems stuck up and unapproachable, unlike Lydia." Lydia softly smiled hearing his praise.
Master turned to Lydia and said "I'm down with doing this, but I also hear that you want something in return."
"Yes, Master. I want my freedom." Lydia replied.
"Why should I let you go? You're a news person too. You'd probably tell the whole world that you were our sex slave for a juicy story, and we can't have that."
"Please, Master. I promise that I won't tell anyone about this." Lydia pleaded. "I've been a good and loyal cumslut to you, and I appreciate everything that you and the organization have done for me during my captivity. You have my word. I will not tell anyone about this."
Master looked into Lydia's pretty blue eyes, the same eyes that he fell in love with when he first saw her on the TV. He couldn't say no them. But he had to ask what the ttbs thought. "Ladies, what do you think?" he asked them.
"I believe that she's as good as her word. Besides, this organization is all about righting the wrongs of The Man. It's only natural that we help Lydia out." Britt answered. The other ttbs shook their heads in agreement.
"Well, Lydia, you got yourself a deal." Master said as she shook Lydia's hand.
"Thank you, Master. I will not let you down." Lydia replied.
By shaking Master's hand, Lydia knew that she had made a deal with the devil, but she didn't care. She was one step closer to regaining her old position at the station, and that was all that mattered.
Later that night, Carrie walked out of the station and into the parking lot to her car. Her car was parked far away from the parking lot light and in complete darkness. She reached her car and looked into her purse to find her keys. "Now where are they?" Carrie thought to herself. Suddenly, someone came up from behind her and covered her nose and mouth with a cloth with chloroform on it. As Carrie struggled to free herself from the hold, a noise whispered in her ear: "Sleep tight, bitch!" It was Niki Ninja! Carrie struggled to say something, but was overcome by the chloroform and fell unconscious.
Inside the Warehouse, Master has called a meeting to discuss Lydia's proposal. At the meeting are Master, Lydia and all of the Target Terror Bitches. Master speaks first:
"So, Lydia. I have heard that you have an proposition for me?"
"Yes, Master." Lydia replied. "I would like for the organization to kidnap the newscaster at my station, Carrie, and bring her here to be tortured and killed."
"Why do you want us to do that?" Master asked
"Because she took my position at the tv station by fucking our boss. I have been screwed over by her and I want justice." Lydia replied.
"How can you prove that Carrie did that?" Master asked.
"I've caught them in the act by secretly setting up a camera in his office. I was planning to blackmail him before I ended up with you." Lydia replied
"It's true." Britt said backing her up. "There's video evidence on her phone."
Britt handed the phone to Master. He saw multiple videos of Carrie and Carl fucking.
Master shook his head and said "I can't stand people who get handed jobs that they didn't earn. Besides, I never liked seeing her on the air. She just seems stuck up and unapproachable, unlike Lydia." Lydia softly smiled hearing his praise.
Master turned to Lydia and said "I'm down with doing this, but I also hear that you want something in return."
"Yes, Master. I want my freedom." Lydia replied.
"Why should I let you go? You're a news person too. You'd probably tell the whole world that you were our sex slave for a juicy story, and we can't have that."
"Please, Master. I promise that I won't tell anyone about this." Lydia pleaded. "I've been a good and loyal cumslut to you, and I appreciate everything that you and the organization have done for me during my captivity. You have my word. I will not tell anyone about this."
Master looked into Lydia's pretty blue eyes, the same eyes that he fell in love with when he first saw her on the TV. He couldn't say no them. But he had to ask what the ttbs thought. "Ladies, what do you think?" he asked them.
"I believe that she's as good as her word. Besides, this organization is all about righting the wrongs of The Man. It's only natural that we help Lydia out." Britt answered. The other ttbs shook their heads in agreement.
"Well, Lydia, you got yourself a deal." Master said as she shook Lydia's hand.
"Thank you, Master. I will not let you down." Lydia replied.
By shaking Master's hand, Lydia knew that she had made a deal with the devil, but she didn't care. She was one step closer to regaining her old position at the station, and that was all that mattered.
Later that night, Carrie walked out of the station and into the parking lot to her car. Her car was parked far away from the parking lot light and in complete darkness. She reached her car and looked into her purse to find her keys. "Now where are they?" Carrie thought to herself. Suddenly, someone came up from behind her and covered her nose and mouth with a cloth with chloroform on it. As Carrie struggled to free herself from the hold, a noise whispered in her ear: "Sleep tight, bitch!" It was Niki Ninja! Carrie struggled to say something, but was overcome by the chloroform and fell unconscious.
Niki Ninja and Clyde Attack
The inside of the nuclear plant was like the inside of an oven. The temperature had to be above a hundred and Clyde was growing anxious, waiting for the SWAT team to attack with their heavy force. His fellow terrorists had gotten word that the police had already attacked the upper floors and were moving their way towards the lower levels. Clyde was more than ready to stage a defense. His machete had been sharpened the night before and the moment a cop swarmed inside, he would be ready to stab them with all his force and energy. But as he continued waiting, the more frustrated he grew. The boredom was killing him. He wasn’t afraid of death. More so, he was afraid of dying without getting sucked off by Niki Ninja at least one last time. From the look on her face, he knew that she shared a similar feeling. Only he wasn’t sure if she was interested in him or somebody else. He had always assumed he was her favorite. The way she stroked his cock. The way she whispered in his ear to tell him how much she enjoyed fucking him hard from time to time. Also the fact that he was one of the few terrorists that engaged the enemy face to face, just like her and her sexy melee attacks, probably added to that assumption as well.
He didn’t wait long to find out if somebody else would make the move towards her. He was growing hard just looking at her in that leather corset, he had to approach her before somebody else did. And before the SWAT team finally arrived.
"Hey, Niki-"
He felt a blow to his stomach before he could finish his sentence. He dropped to his knees on the floor.
She looked down at him; her foot inches away from his face. “Clyde, if you really want your dick sucked, you might as well as unzip yourself before asking me.”
“Sorry,” he muttered in pain. He should’ve remembered that Niki wasn’t the patient type.
He began removing his belt before pulling down his cargo pants. His cock was rock hard and long the moment he revealed it to his fellow terrorist.
Niki smiled. “My oh my. You really do want me right now.” She leaned in close, slowly lifting his ski mask away from his face. She kissed him on his pink lips. And suddenly, the room became increasingly hotter.
He noticed a few of his fellow terrorists off to the side, watching him receive pleasure from Niki. He spotted Britt, nodding her head in favor with an evil grin on her face.
When the kiss had ended, she let him have a front row view of her beautiful cleavage. He smiled as she wrapped him in her arms and pulled him in close. His cheek pressed against them both and he felt her smoothness as he slowly rubbed his face against them.
“You like what you see?” she asked.
“I like what I feel,” he answered.
She reached over and lifted his face from her, before pulling down the top of her corset just by a few inches. Her pink nipples look glorious. The pain in his stomach was gone. Washed away by this beautiful sight.
“Go on,” she said. “Kiss them both.”
He did so without question and they tasted good.
“Now it’s time I tasted you.” She licked her lips as she gestured to him to stand back up. He felt her sweet lips against his cock as she sucked his cum. He had only wished his time with her would’ve lasted longer. He wished he didn’t have to hear Rodney shouting “They’re coming through the doors!”
When the alert came, Niki had immediately let go Clyde and prepared herself for the oncoming fight. He reached over his head to pull down the mask, grabbing his trusted machete off of one of the toxic barrels.
They came in locked and loaded. He heard gunshots coming from outside and spotted one of them firing his way with dual wielding handguns. He killed everyone in the room outside before making his way through the automatic door.
Clyde looked over at Niki, crouched in position. “You ready for this?” he asked her.
“You have to be fucking moron if you thought I wasn’t ready for this.”
As the dual wielding gunman made his way through, the two terrorists charged at him with their attacks. Clyde swung his blade twice before he felt the bullets puncture his skull. Niki performed her signature kick at the gunman shouting, “Die!” She had no luck in defeating her enemy, as three powerful bullets entered her stomach. As she died, she suddenly thought back to the kick she gave Clyde, wondering if this was how he felt after he received her attack. She looked up at the gunman in horror as she fell to the side dead alongside Clyde’s corpse.
The inside of the nuclear plant was like the inside of an oven. The temperature had to be above a hundred and Clyde was growing anxious, waiting for the SWAT team to attack with their heavy force. His fellow terrorists had gotten word that the police had already attacked the upper floors and were moving their way towards the lower levels. Clyde was more than ready to stage a defense. His machete had been sharpened the night before and the moment a cop swarmed inside, he would be ready to stab them with all his force and energy. But as he continued waiting, the more frustrated he grew. The boredom was killing him. He wasn’t afraid of death. More so, he was afraid of dying without getting sucked off by Niki Ninja at least one last time. From the look on her face, he knew that she shared a similar feeling. Only he wasn’t sure if she was interested in him or somebody else. He had always assumed he was her favorite. The way she stroked his cock. The way she whispered in his ear to tell him how much she enjoyed fucking him hard from time to time. Also the fact that he was one of the few terrorists that engaged the enemy face to face, just like her and her sexy melee attacks, probably added to that assumption as well.
He didn’t wait long to find out if somebody else would make the move towards her. He was growing hard just looking at her in that leather corset, he had to approach her before somebody else did. And before the SWAT team finally arrived.
"Hey, Niki-"
He felt a blow to his stomach before he could finish his sentence. He dropped to his knees on the floor.
She looked down at him; her foot inches away from his face. “Clyde, if you really want your dick sucked, you might as well as unzip yourself before asking me.”
“Sorry,” he muttered in pain. He should’ve remembered that Niki wasn’t the patient type.
He began removing his belt before pulling down his cargo pants. His cock was rock hard and long the moment he revealed it to his fellow terrorist.
Niki smiled. “My oh my. You really do want me right now.” She leaned in close, slowly lifting his ski mask away from his face. She kissed him on his pink lips. And suddenly, the room became increasingly hotter.
He noticed a few of his fellow terrorists off to the side, watching him receive pleasure from Niki. He spotted Britt, nodding her head in favor with an evil grin on her face.
When the kiss had ended, she let him have a front row view of her beautiful cleavage. He smiled as she wrapped him in her arms and pulled him in close. His cheek pressed against them both and he felt her smoothness as he slowly rubbed his face against them.
“You like what you see?” she asked.
“I like what I feel,” he answered.
She reached over and lifted his face from her, before pulling down the top of her corset just by a few inches. Her pink nipples look glorious. The pain in his stomach was gone. Washed away by this beautiful sight.
“Go on,” she said. “Kiss them both.”
He did so without question and they tasted good.
“Now it’s time I tasted you.” She licked her lips as she gestured to him to stand back up. He felt her sweet lips against his cock as she sucked his cum. He had only wished his time with her would’ve lasted longer. He wished he didn’t have to hear Rodney shouting “They’re coming through the doors!”
When the alert came, Niki had immediately let go Clyde and prepared herself for the oncoming fight. He reached over his head to pull down the mask, grabbing his trusted machete off of one of the toxic barrels.
They came in locked and loaded. He heard gunshots coming from outside and spotted one of them firing his way with dual wielding handguns. He killed everyone in the room outside before making his way through the automatic door.
Clyde looked over at Niki, crouched in position. “You ready for this?” he asked her.
“You have to be fucking moron if you thought I wasn’t ready for this.”
As the dual wielding gunman made his way through, the two terrorists charged at him with their attacks. Clyde swung his blade twice before he felt the bullets puncture his skull. Niki performed her signature kick at the gunman shouting, “Die!” She had no luck in defeating her enemy, as three powerful bullets entered her stomach. As she died, she suddenly thought back to the kick she gave Clyde, wondering if this was how he felt after he received her attack. She looked up at the gunman in horror as she fell to the side dead alongside Clyde’s corpse.
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