Sunday, December 18, 2011

Overwatch SeXStoRY

Chapter One. Maggie walked up the driveway of her house, struggling with the bags of groceries that she had just unloaded from her car. It was only eleven o'clock on a Saturday morning and the sun shone cheerfully across the lawn as she fumbled with her keys, peering at the keyhole over the top of a loaf of bread. Her arm began to ache with the load, and she could feel a trickle of cold water soaking into her T-shirt from the rapidly melting frozen pizza. Finally, the key found its way into the depths of the lock, and Maggie gave it an impatient twist, kicking at the door with her foot. Just as she passed through the doorway, a small hard object thrust itself into the middle of her back, making her lose her balance and stagger for a couple of steps like a circus clown tripping over his shoes. The bags dropped to the floor as she waved her arms in an effort to regain her equilibrium. The groceries landed right in front of her left foot, contributing the final element to her downfall. With a thud, she fell face down on the carpeted floor. The contents of the second bag had rolled just far enough to drive the breath from her lungs as she flopped on top of them, stunned as if someone had punched her in the solar plexus. Chapter Two. Maggie heard the door slam shut behind her as she struggled to catch her breath and to roll over onto her back at the same time. Just as she had half expected, a man stood looming over her, a gun in his hand. What she had not expected was for the man to be holding a Heckler and Koch sub-machine gun with a large cylindrical suppressor attached to it's muzzle. Similarly unexpected was that the man was neatly dressed, wearing an expensive looking leather jacket and dark glasses. Faced with the threat of the gun, she stopped moving, her body tensed in anticipation of the impact of a bullet. The intruder placed a long black case on the floor. With the knowledge gained from countless TV dramas she immediately identified it as a gun case of the type that movie assassins always used to carry their funny looking sniper rifles. Licking her suddenly dry lips, Maggie opened her mouth to ask the man what he wanted. Before she could speak, the man hushed her with a finger across his lips. "Shhh! No noise. You are Maggie Ryan. You are single, with no c***dren or pets. You always spend Saturdays alone, going shopping in the morning and catching up with your housework during the rest of the day. In the evenings, you watch TV, read or work on your paintings. You see, Maggie, I know everything about you, so don't lie or tell me about your policeman husband who will be home at any minute." His words rapped mechanically like the text from a typewriter, with no tone or emotion. He reached behind his back and Maggie heard the 'clunk' of the deadbolt as he locked the door. His eyes never left her figure as he picked up the case and stepped further into the house. "I am not a thief, d**g addict or escaped convict. I am not a rapist and I am not a crazed serial killer. If you do exactly as I say, you will not be harmed." he said, still in the same tone of voice. He gestured for her to rise and to go into the living room. Maggie obeyed, moving very slowly as the muzzle of the automatic weapon tracked her movements like a security camera. The man followed her, carrying the gun case. He always stayed out of range of a sudden desperate lunge, but not so far that Maggie would be tempted to try a dash around a corner into another room. Setting the case down again, the man motioned for Maggie to sit down in an armchair well away from the only open window in the room. "Because I would like your cooperation, I am going to explain what is going to happen. Listen carefully. Your life depends on it." he said, leaning against the wall, the gun cradled in both arms. "I have been hired to kill your neighbor. I don't know why and I don't care. We have chosen to do it here because he dismisses his security team on Saturdays, choosing to rely on the systems built into his house. I know that half an hour before he arrives home, two of his guards will secure the area and I know that it is your habit to wave down at them." He suddenly moved away from the wall, walking closer to Maggie, his steps smooth and confident. Maggie shrank back into her seat as the assassin neared. "You will keep to your routine today Maggie and wave to the guards as if nothing were the matter." he said, the gun in his hands a silent, but eloquent threat. "What if I refuse?" said Maggie defiantly, tossing her head. "If you kill me, the guards will wonder where I have gone. I'm not stupid you know. Once I've done what you want, you will kill me anyway. Why should I help you?" The assassin reached up and pulled off his sun-glasses, slipping them into his shirt pocket. His eyes were as cold as the glass of the lenses that he had just taken off. "We have some time before the guards are scheduled to arrive. There are many very painful things that I could do to you that would not leave any visible marks or damage that might alert the guards from this distance, but which would still make you wish that you had died." For the first time, his voice seemed to reflect a trace of an emotion. "Have you ever had your breasts whipped with an electrical cord, or been r**ed with a stick of firewood? Have you thought what it would feel like to have your sex and clitoris burned with a lighted cigarette?" Maggie's eyes widened, her face paling as the assassin rasped out the catalogue of horrors. Her gaze fell on his crotch, which was level with her head. A definite bulge in the front of his trousers indicated that the man was more than a little affected by his own threats. She shook her head from side to side, as if denying the images that his words brought to her mind. "I don't want to be hurt. I also don't want to die." she replied. Maggie bowed her head, her shoulder length brown hair hiding her face. Just as the man was about to turn away, satisfied that he had sufficiently cowed the woman, Maggie looked up and spoke again. "Look, Mister, I can see that you would like the chance to torture me." she said, pointing at the tent in the man's pants. "I just want to live. I will do anything..." The assassin cut her off, a look of boredom on his face. "They all offer to do 'anything'. What makes you think that having sex with you is worth that much?" he asked insultingly. Maggie shook her head. "No. I'm not offering to sl**p with you, although you can have that too if you want. I'm offering to let you torture me, just like you said. Even more, I will stand still for you to hurt me. How many women have offered that!" she said desperately. "Just let me live. You can lock me in the cupboard or something. By the time they find me you will be long gone." In his mind, the assassin smiled. Her deal was not very logical, as there was nothing to stop him from accepting her offer and then killing her anyway when he left. Undressing and having sex would have been a stupid and a handicap that he could not afford. However, just playing a few 'games' with the pretty woman in front of him to kill the time would not be too big a risk, he thought. "Alright, Maggie. You have a deal. You stand still and let me torture you and I will let you go after you have waved to the guards." replied the killer with a shark-like grin. "Thank you, thank you so much!" babbled the woman gratefully. Chapter Three Stepping over to the telephone, the man unplugged the wire from the unit and jerked the other end from the wall. He let the sub-machine gun drop to hang from the elastic cross-body sling that pressed the weapon against the front of his chest. Folding the cable into loops, he quickly made a multi-strand whip. Waving the improvised whip he said "Take off your top. I want to see your tits." Her hands shaking, Maggie reached down to pull the hem of her T-shirt over her head. Tiny goose bumps formed immediately over her upper arms. Shivering, she clasped her hands protectively across her chest. She looked pleadingly at the waiting man. She saw no pity in his stony face, and the flicker of lust in his cruel eyes promised nothing but pain. Defeated, her shoulders slumped as her hands came together to unfasten her bra. A pair of firm, rounded breasts popped free as she reluctantly slipped the wispy garment off. Looking like a pin-up photo in only her jeans and boots, Maggie stood with her arms hanging loosely at her sides. "Put your hands behind your back and clasp your hands together." he ordered, watching as she obeyed. Her pose pulled her shoulders back and pushed her breasts straight out. Maggie opened her mouth to ask if the position was what the man wanted, but her teeth suddenly snapped together with a sharp 'click' as the assassin slashed his whip across her chest. Maggie seemed to growl as she staggered in agony, multiple lines of fiery red rising on the pale white surface of the left sides of both breasts. A moment later a backhanded swing painted the right sides with twin streaks of pain. Again and again the lash cut into the soft skin of her breasts, the heavy wire cored cables hitting harder than would a whip of leather or rope. Maggie's breast started to turn deep red and purple as the welts from the whip were painted layer over layer. Her upper body shone with sweat as she shook from side to side like a tree in a sadistic hurricane. Finally, she could take no more and her arms flew forward to shield her ravaged chest, the whip striking her forearm. She shook her head wildly, "No more, please, no more." she begged. Tapping the whip impatiently against his thigh, the man asked "Have you decided to die then?" The question seemed to shock the woman back to reality. With a moan, she straightened slowly and locked her hands behind her once more. "Hold still for one more on each tit and we are done." offered the assassin. Maggie nodded, her shoulders shuddering violently. The fan of wires slammed hard against her left breast, drawing bl**d. She threw her head back in agony, the tendons of her throat quivering like the hawsers of a bridge under strain. The last stroke hammered home, twisting her chest to the left with the impact and driving Maggie to the floor. As she lay on the carpet, curled up like a fetus and rocking slowly with her injured breasts cupped in her hands, the assassin dropped the wire coils and looked at his watch. "Hmm!" he exclaimed in surprise. "Its later than I expected. Doesn't time fly when you're having fun!" As he spoke, he picked up the guncase and undid the clasps. "We won't have time for the firewood dildo, but I guess we can have a smoke before getting down to work. Take off your pants while I'm doing this." he ordered. He flipped open the lid of the case and lifted out a large, expensive looking bolt action rifle, which had the usual telescopic sight attached. Then he took out five long, oddly marked cartridges from a box inside the case, placing them carefully on a table. Sliding open the bolt of the rifle, he slipped one of the cartridges into the breech and gently slid the bolt back forward and down to lock it closed. The window facing the other house was already open and he sighted the front entrance of that house through the sights. The house that he was in was just high enough for him to get a clear shot over the surrounding wall protecting his target's property. All of this had only taken moments, and when he turned back, Maggie had finished taking off her boots and was in the process of removing her jeans and panties. Taking a pack of cigarettes from his jacket along with a lighter, he lit one of the paper cylinders, enjoying the flavour of the tobacco as he studied the naked woman. "Come over here and stand with your feet apart. Then open up your pussy with your fingers. After that, don't move a muscle." Maggie did as she was told and spread her sex open for the man to burn with his cigarette. Her fingers shook as she watched the glowing tip approach her most sensitive flesh. With a flick of his fingers the man brushed the fiery ember against her labia. The sting of the fire against her skin was sharp and biting and she hissed at the pain. The assassin began to 'paint' her pussy with the cigarette, drawing a picture in ash and fire. The woman moaned steadily as he made tiny pin-point burns on her sex flesh. He stopped to inhale, bringing the tip to a bright orange glow. "Say Ahh" he said mockingly, indicating that Maggie should spread her labia wide to expose the opening of her vagina. Maggie watched as her traitorous fingers drew apart the fleshy curtains that hid the opening of her innermost sex. She panted in fear, the anticipation of what was about to happen almost as bad as the actual burn. Then the glowing leaves plunged into her vaginal opening, which seemed to suck the flaming point in. "Aaaauukkk!" choked Maggie, the terrible pain robbing her of the breath to scream. Her hips jerked back and forth frantically, as if reaching for an orgasm. The killer sucked on the cigarette to re-kindle the flame. With his free hand, he brushed aside both of Maggie's hands and used two of his fingers to pull the hood of her clitoris back, exposing the moist pink bud. Just then, the sound of a mobile handphone beeped from the man's jacket pocket. Placing the cigarette to his lips, he reached down and drew out the phone. "Yeah? The advance team are coming? Uh huh. Are you in position?" he asked, bobbing up for a second to glance at a stand of trees about fifty yards from the main gate of the target house. He set down the phone and said "Nearly showtime girlie. Now hold still while I burn your little clittie and then you can get dressed to wave at your friends." He heard the woman draw a deep breath. Leaning forwards, he watched in fascination as the flame approached the her clitoris. With a sudden jab, he stubbed the burning ember hard against her most sensitive spot. A scream that almost sounded like a roar suddenly issued from the throat of the woman looming above him. Her arms jerked upwards and then sharply down, to slam both the palms of her hands against his ears! A bomb seemed to explode inside the man's skull as the terrific impact drew bl**d from his eardrums. Maggie's fingers locked behind the assassin's head, pulling it down to meet her rising knee, smashing into his nose. Then she grabbed his left hand that was still raised near her clit, twisting and pulling it past her hips as she turned counter clockwise. The stunned man's arm was drawn straight out, the point of his elbow turned upwards. Dropping to one knee, Maggie smashed her forearm down just behind the elbow joint, breaking the assassin's arm and driving his face into the floor. Releasing his arm, Maggie stepped behind the man who was now bowed over like the worshipper of some forgotten god. Her vengeful right foot slammed into his crotch, drawing a high pitched scream from the semi-conscious killer. Walking to the window, she reached into a drawer and withdrew a small compact radio and a pistol. Keying the transmit switch, she said "This is Red Leader. One bogey in Sector Four, probably armed with automatic weapons and possibly explosives." "Acknowledged Red Leader. Engaging now!" came the crackling reply. The distant muffled sound of shots came from the window. "Bogey down, Red Leader. Sector Four clear." Maggie sighed in relief. Taking a step back towards the groaning assassin, she knelt on his k**neys, her gun pressed against the base of his skull as she searched him for weapons. Reaching into another nearby drawer, she took out a flexible white strip of plastic handcuffs. Once the man's wrists were secured and his hands turning the same shade of purple as her breasts, she flipped him over on his back. "What... what?" muttered the man, jerking his arms. Maggie shook her head in pity. "You stupid git. Did you think he would really have no one watching over his home?" The killer's eyes widened in shock as realisation struck him. "Yup," she nodded "the only person that he could trust to live in this house with this perfect view is his Chief of Security. Me." "Then why.." gurgled the broken-nosed man. Maggie understood anyway. "Why did I let you torture me? Well, I must admit, I screwed up by letting you get the jump on me. Also, when you said 'we' I knew that you probably had a backup man ready in case you missed. I had to play along until I found out where he was and even then, I had to be sure of taking you out before I moved." The man slumped in defeat. "You know, I always wanted to try playing Russian Roulette." she said, pointing her pistol between the man's eyes. I'm not sure that it works quite the same with an automatic though." she said in a puzzled, little girl voice. "No!" screamed the would-be killer as he looked into her grinning, vengeful face. The End.

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