Written by Templar, based on his works.
BAYONETS:
An elite strike force sneak into a HARPI base.
Commandos: Captain Cameron Frost, Lieutenant Rachel Taylor, Recruit Brad Thompson
CHAPTER ONE: The Entry
Featuring: Stephy, Kimmy, Madeline, Melissa
The wind whistled coldly through my hair as I piloted the para glider towards the castle. We three were an elite team of killers and tonight was destined to be a night of death.
"So, no air defenses for sure?" Thompson was young and not ready to die.
"No, no air defenses. The gliders are impervious to Radar." I growled into the radio. "Now stay frosty, we're going in hot."
"Remember Thompson," I could hear Taylor say. "These are likely to be among the most beautiful women you have ever seen. Young faces, spectacular bodies and oh man, what they wear...."
It may seem odd to include a girl, Rachel Taylor, in the team but she was perfect. The little brunette was good with weapons, an expert tactitician and being a rather average looking girl she seemed to really enjoy sinking her bayonet into the exposed navels of crazy hot, underdressed, evil sluts.
"What do they wear sir?" Thompson gasped.
"Well..." Taylor responded. "They don't wear much... figure bikinis, thongs, short skirts, belly shirts. Well if it's likely to cause an erection, one of these bitches is wearing it."
"Fuck, and we have to kill them?" Thomson trembled.
"That's the mission soldier", I replied. "HARPI is a dangerous organization bent on world domination and the tiny bikinis are nothing more than psychological warfare. As soon as you see a female navel, don't hesitate, just put a bullet or bayonet into it."
"But why their belly buttons?" Thompson pressed.
"Haven't you read your training?" Taylor admonished, "The girl's diaphragm is just behind the navel so even if she doesn't die, she can't scream."
"Besides you'll never see a HARPI girl cover her navel", I laughed "So they make great targets!" Taylor laughed too but Thompson didn't seem to see the humor in it.
Through the goggles I could see two, maybe three girls milling around inside the target room. As scouted out by a drone, the window was open and in one, well practiced swoop we were inside, our rifles out.
Kimmy was a very young, slender blonde with large, topaz blue eyes and small, pink lips. She had a little, pink, butterfly clip in her hair which accentuated her youth, as well as bright, Barbie style bracelets on her wrists. Her tight, thin body shirt was cropped well above her navel and did little to obfuscate her small, pink nipples perched on young, b-cups. Her tiny boyfriend shorts were little more than a body hugging, denim band across her groin.. They did nothing to cover her long, narrow, torso and hard, tight abs. Kimmy's bare, slender legs ended in a pair of red sneakers. She looked scared. She should be.
Stephy was a hot Asian girl with her thick, black hair tied back into a bun. She was sitting at a computer looking frightened. Her black, horn-rimmed glasses framed beautiful, expressive green eyes. All I could see of the stunning Asian girl's clothes was a fitted shirt that was flashing at least half a foot of cleavage.
Madeline was the redhead on the far left. She was tall, pale and gorgeous in her black, security ensemble. A shiny guard hat sat on her full mane of dark, red hair. She wore long gloves, a small, latex corset that crushed her huge breasts together, up and almost outside the garment, a tiny, black thong and skin tight, thigh high. stiletto heeled boots were accessorized with a pistol on each long, long leg. The flash of her amazing cleavage, beautiful belly and soft, bare thighs almost distracted me from the fact that she was raising a pistol.
Luckily Rachel's eyes weren't fixated on Madeline's cleavage and her reaction time was astonishing. Before the redhead could clear the holster, Rachel was across the room and with a final furious lunge the blade of her bayonette punctured and plunged deep into Madeline's exposed navel. The stunning redhead collapsed forward, her bright blue eyes opening in shock, her bright red lips parting into a silent scream.
I saw my target and punched the teenager in her naked stomach. Kimmy gasped, took three steps back and then collapsed into a groaning ball.
"Oh fuck, feds!" Stephy spat, stood and raised her hands. Now I could see her clothes. Stephy was wearing a tight, small business shirt that on the one hand exposed nearly all of her DDD cleavage while rising far enough above her micro mini to reveal her fit, tight navel. Her legs were clothed in black stockings that ended in a pair of very tall, spiky, black heels
Meanwhile Rachel and Madeline were engaged in a fairly serious struggle on whether or not the bayonet would be plunged deeper into the redhead's punctured belly button. Both women were clutching the long rifle trying to push the lethal blade in the other direction. Madeline was stronger than the small brunette but each time Rachel managed to push forward, the bayonette would plunge deeper into the redhead's beautiful belly. Madeline was visibly weakening, a small stream of blood bubbling from her lips while a larger tributary was flowing from her pierced navel.
"Oh God, don't kill Madeline, please don't kill her." Stephy rolled her eyes insincerely.
"Watch the teenage bitch!" I shouted at Thompson. Obediently our youngest member walked over to the young HARPI agent who was still nursing her belly punch.
"Okay ma'am, stay still." Thompson pointed his bayonetted rifle a few inches from the young girl's stomach.
"Ma'am?" Kimmy smiled. "Oh Jesus, when some guy's got a knife at my belly I think we're beyond sir and ma'am. I'm Kimmy!" The teen smiled broadly, stood on her tip toes and tried to shake the commando's hand.
"D-don't try anything," Thompson stammered.
"Jesus, are you really scared of me?" Kimmy's beautiful blue eyes widened in annoyance. "I'm a ninety pound girl with a knife at my bare belly. If I try anything I'm sure you could kill my ass like instantly."
"Yeah, I guess," Thompson agreed.and held out his hand. "Hi, I'm Brad, happy to meet you."
"That's better isn't it?" Kimmy continued smiling and let the bayonette slip into her navel so she could bend over the rifle. She reached Brad's hand and gripped it. "Happy to meet you too, Brad."
"Hey look, this is just an accounting office," Stephy explained to me. "Do you see any assault rifle racks or plans for world domination?"
"Call for the guard outside," I commanded.
"Why? Do you want to kill her too?" Stephy narrowed her eyes and walked towards me.
"Uh uh, hot Asian", my bayonette quickly found her belly hole and she froze in mid stride. "That's as close as those monster tits get to me."
I could hear a crash that had to be one hundred and twenty five pounds of Madeline. I looked to my left and Madeline was splayed across a table, her amazing tits loose and pointing at the ceiling. For her part Rachel was between the girl's legs savagely working the bayonette around in the dying girl's belly. Just one last convulsion followed by an arch would signal that Madeline was nothing more than a pile of bleeding meat.
"Jesus Thompson, Frost", what the fuck? "We've got two living Harpi agents and the second guard hasn't been baited yet. You boys lose your balls?"
"No wait, I'm just an accountant," Stephy shrunk back.
"And Kimmy's just a teenage file clerk." Thompson piped up. "I don't even think she's..."
"Dead? No, she's not dead, pussy!" Rachel growled.
"But she's not a fighter." Thompson objected.
"Please ma'am, I was just here organizing files", Kimmy begged. "I'm too young to die, please!"
"What I'm seeing," Rachel huffed. "Is a size zero teenage HARPI slut in slutwear made by Countess Slutula! Geez, why bother with clothes at all!" Rachel caressed the young girl's hard belly ending at the dip where Thompson's bayonette had slid inside her navel. "So what we have here is an exposed, enemy belly button and a weapon made for killing said enemy sitting uselessly in her belly button. Hmmmm, I have a theory." Rachel Taylor slid her hand over Thompson's groin and felt a full erection. "Of course. A little teenage bitch like this acts all cute while dressing like a stripper and you guys just fall apart."
"I'm sorry," Thompson pressed the bayonette deeper into Kimmmy. "I... I just didn't want to kill her."
"Ma'am, this isn't right!" Kimmy babbled, "I just don't think it's right for adults to kill teenagers." Kimmy dropped her shorts revealing an even tinier thong. "Look, I'm not carrying any weapons!"
"That IS your weapon bitch." Rachel sneered while shoving her hand down her thong.
"Maybe she's right Taylor," Thompson stammered. "I mean maybe we could just take her prisoner or something."
"I have a better idea Thompson" , Rachel carressed Kimmy's hard, round ass cheeks. "How about a spanking?" With a laugh the female commando slapped Kimmy's young ass propelling her into the bayonette.
"I'm sorry Kimmy," Thompson watched in horror as his bayonette sunk into Kimmy's tight belly button.
"Oh fuck!" Kimmy coughed, "You did it! Jesus that knife is going all the way through me! I'm going to die!" Blood burst from the young girl's navel splashing both Thompson and the weapon impaling her. "How could you do this to me, Mark? I mean you're putting a foot and a half long blade through a defenseless, teenage girl's belly button. It's awful!"
"You bet it's awful, bitch!" Rachel admonished, "You're taking way too long to die and holding up an important operation." A couple more swats to Kimmy's round, tight ass and I could see the tip of Thompson's bayonet emerging through Kimmy's back. The teen just stood, shaking. Her beautiful, blue eyes stared straight at Thompson while blood leaked steadily from her gaping mouth and impaled navel.
"Kill her." Rachel whispered.
"What?" Thompson suddenly looked at Rachel in shock.
"You know, work the blade around inside her guts." Rachel smiled, "That should do it. Here, let me help you." the female commando took control of Thompson's rifle, pulled the blade back into Kimmy's guts and twisted back then forth. Blood exploded from the teenage girl's belly like a pumping fountain of crimson. Kimmy shook and contorted violently then her tiny body fell sloppily across the rifle. With a short gasp, Kimmy was gone leaving a cute, slender cadaver. Rachel shook Kimmy's corpse off Thompson's weapon. Her body fell wet and noisy onto the hardwood floor followed by a puddle of red slowly spreading around her size zero corpse.
"Hey Thompson!" Rachel ordered while handing the rifle to her team mate. "Your weapon has slut all over it. Clean it!"
Obediently Thompson walked over to Kimmy's twitching corpse and removed her top. The dead teen slid sloppily out of her shirt and slapped the cold ground with her naked, b-cup sized breasts. Thompson was happy to see Kimmy's beautiful blonde hair covering her dead eyes.
"What the fuck?" Stephy looked horrified. "So you're going to kill a teenage girl and then strip her corpse?"
"Need to clean the weapon babe and she's not using her top anymore." Thompson explained and proceeded to wipe the blood off his rifle with Kimmy's skimpy, body shirt.
"Oh my God", Stephy looked at me as Rachel approached. "What happens to me?"
"We'll need your clothes", I said. "Then you'll need to call the other guard in here."
"My clothes?" Stephy looked at me suspiciously.
"It's to keep you in here." I lied.
"Sure it is", she smiled and slowly did a striptease just for me. I could see the hate and perhaps jealousy cross Rachel's face. She couldn't wait to kill this bitch.
First Stephy unhooked her skirt, allowing it to fall to her feet. She was wearing a tiny, black thong and I was suddenly blinded by her beautiful thighs, hips and her wonderful, firm underbelly. Slowly, button by button she unfastened her office shirt. Her Double D-Cups covered by a small, Victoria's Secret bra, parted the shirt as she finished. For a moment she just let the shirt frame her amazing cleavage as she stuided my reaction. Satisfied, she smiled and let the shirt fall to the floor with her skirt.
"I assume the bra has to go, right? Some super secret government reason why I should be flashing my naked tits rights?" She looked at me quizically
"Yes," I croaked out.
"Thought so." She vamped. Stephy arched, struggled for a moment and the bra flew off. Two huge, round breasts rolled out and Stephy's erect, pink nipples pointed in cross directions.
"Wow." I accidentally whispered.
STEPHY
"Duh, soldier. These are grade A tits." she grabbed them and held them up for me to see. They were truly magnificent. "Here, I suppose complete nudity is what you asked for." Stephy hooked her small hands through her thong and let it drop. She had a beautiful mound with her pubics shaved in a small, pleasant pattern. "I might not be able to reach your groin soldier but I can tell that you're at full erection." Stephy taunted.
"Okay, let's stop using these to mess with the boys", Rachel slapped both of Stephy's breasts making sure to connect with her tender nipples. Stephy let out a wounded yelp and clutched her throbbing nips.
"Well what do I do now?" Stephy asked.
"We need the outside guard to come in here so we can kill her." I informed her.
"Oh, ouch, harsh!" Stephy recoiled.
"We just need you to lean out the door and ask the guard to come in." Racfhel told her.
Rachel placed one hand on Stephy's flat stomach with the index finger sliding into her navel for gripping. Her other hand grabbed Stephy's large, round ass and moved it towards the door.with me following.
"Thompson, ready your bayonet!" I called.
At the door Rachel maneuvered the sexy Asian's body so she was bent forward at the door. I looked at the swollen slit beneath her beatuiful ass and let the bayonet slide slowly into her cooch.
"What the fuck?" Stephy looked over her shoulder to see her own violation.
"Just insurance." Rachel smiled at her. "Now call the guard."
Stephy opened the door and shoved her head into the hallway.
"Melissa", could you please stop painting your nails and come here for a moment." The young secretary called out.
I retrieved the blade from Stephy's pussy and Rachel pulled the beautiful, naked Asian inside. I could hear the clip clop of high heeled boots heading for the door. Thompson waited in a kneeling position in order to impale the scantily-clad guard's exposed navel.
"So, Stephy is it a spider?" Melissa strolled in smiling, saw the carnage and gasped. "Oh crap!" Melissa was a short-haired brunette with pale, white skin, large breasts that were lifted and presented in her guard's corset and a vertical, coin-slot navel.
Stephy looked down at the blade in her navel and let out a supporting "You think?"
I slammed the door behind Melissa and Thompson lunged. The guard twisted quickly and the blade only sliced across her abdomen rather than impaling it. The busty guard fell across Thompson, her breasts crushed against his chest and her lips an inch from his. "Oh my God, you were going to stab me with that big knife thing!"
"Hurry up and kill her!" Rachel shouted. I was enjoying Melissa's round, prone ass framed by a black thong.
Thompson was ignoring the sweet smell of gardenia skin cream, the massive cleavage just under his chin and two beautiful, pink lips next to his. He tried to grab Melissa's corset but she pulled away so hard that her top came off into Thompson's hands. I was enjoying Melissa's newly freed breasts. They were young, supple and full with erect, pink nipples the color of her lips. The guard grabbed Thompson's rifle and he stood, struggling to hold onto it. Melissa was trying to push the muzzle towards Thompson but not making much headway while the two fought towards Kimmy's corpse.
"I won't let you kill me!" Melissa pleaded.
"This ends with the bayonet in your belly button!" Thompson informed.
"My belly button?" Melissa looked down. "Why?"
"I'm sorry ma'am, that's classified." Thompson smiled.
Melissa turned away and in one spectacular round house kick, she managed to take the rifle.
"Alright you assholes, you're all going to die now." She waved the rifle at the three commandos while backing up. "You two, put your guns on the ground and... AUGGHHH" With a scream Melissa slipped in Kimmy's blood and landed on her ass with Thompson catching the rifle. Somewhat stunned Melissa looked up to see Thompson slowly trace a line down her body, between her two, huge breasts and finally letting the blade slip into her beautiful navel shaped like a coin slot.
"Fuck." Melissa looked up at Thompson flashing him a smile. "I don't suppose you'd accept an apology?"
"No." Thompson answered and pushed the blade deep into Melissa's belly button. The girl's long legs shot up, her mouth dropped open and her eyes went wide.
"You did it, you really stabbed me with that long knife... right through my belly button!" Melissa looked at the wound in a morbidly curious way, checking just where the steel had entered her belly. "I guess you win."
"Damn right". Thompson replied and twisted the blade inside Melissa as Rachel had instructed before. Melissa gasped, arched and shook for a few seconds before she collapsed limp in front of him.
"Okay, hey I see where this is going." Stephy was buck naked, sweating and noticing that the bayonet was not leaving her navel. "I do have some intel for you guys."
"I'm listening". Rachel said.
Stephy turned and went through a nearby file cabinet. She pulled a single manilla folder and handed it to Rachel.
"I'm thinking you're looking for HARPI's new secret weapon." the stunning Asian smiled.
"Maybe."
"The secret weapon is on level fourteen. The code to the room is 0714."
"That's very useful Stephy, thanks." I said.
"So... why do we need you?" Rachel asked menacingly.
"Oh yeah, that's right. Damn." Stephy rolled her eyes and sighed. "So, through my belly button?"
"Fraid so." Rachel smiled. She caressed the girl's naked belly and then plunged her finger deep into Stephy's exposed navel. "Right through your slutty little belly button, just like you deserve.
"Okay, just... I want sex one last time." Stephy pleaded
"No." Rachel blocked.
"But both the guys are obviously hard." Stephy observed.
"Which is why we shouldn't be asking them anything!" Rachel said.
"Okay, okay. At least have a guy put it in me."
"I'll do it." I said and stood forward. "I was the first to put a blade in your navel, I should be the one who plunges it into your belly." She looked me up and down and down.
"Yeah, you'll do. What's your name?"
"Cameron." I answered.
"Okay Cameron, you're going to be the man who kills me" She gulped.
"Yes."
"Well plunging a long blade like that into my belly button is going to hurt. You could at least make it easier."
"How?"
"I'm going to need you to lick and kiss my belly button before you stab it." Stephy rubbed her sexy, horizontal navel. "That way it'll just slide into my belly."
"Sounds fair." I said I handed my rifle to Rachel, walked to the gorgeous, busty secretary, got on my knees and began licking her sweet belly button. I knew I shouldn't but I spent a good minute or so kissing, nuzzling and licking her beautiful, young navel. I could hear her moan.
"Okay that's enough." Rachel commanded.
"I guess your navel has been lubricated enough." I said while working my finger around in her moist belly button.
"Alright Cameron but before you plunge that giant blade into my belly button, I was wondering if you've ever seen breasts this amazing?" I was close enough where she could engulf my whole head with her amazing mammaries. I enjoyed, her warm soft tits rubbing against my face.
"It's really not that rare to find HARPI girls with some pretty huge tits." I answered into her cleavage. "I met one girl with tits the size of basketballs before and I still ended up having to put a bayonet into her gut. It was really a sad waste of tits but she was evil and deserved the steel in her belly."
"Whether I deserve it or not Cameron, it'll sure be a shame to put these huge, beautiful breasts in a federal body bag." Her voice cracked.
"Really a waste, Stephy. I wish you would've used your enormous tits for good instead of evil.." I replied, not hurrying to remove my face from her warm, ample bosum.
"Well Cameron, at least kiss them goodbye." She whispered.
I didn't hesitate. I grabbed both of the Asian beauty's plump, soccerball sized breasts and buried my head between them. My face slowly slid up her left teat, licking and kissing her sweet tit meat until my lips touched her erect nipple; it was as big and hard as a tootsie roll. The girl moaned as I tongued and kissed her sweet, brown nip. Meanwhile my left hand was clutching her right teat; her pert, wet nipple was getting squeezed and stroked between my thumb and forefinger. Stephy gushed out "Yess... Yess..." as I took turns taking each of her full aureole into my mouth and sucking on her engorged nips like a hungry infant. "Killing her will be such a waste," I thought. "Too bad we have to do it."
"Okay, that's enough!" Rachel forcibly pulled me back and I muttered "Goodbye breasts." but before she could pull me too far Stephy grabbed me by the hair, pulled me close and kissed me passionately.
"Goodbye Cameron".
I got behind the rifle, took one last look at the amazing, Asian beauty alive, twisted the gun to the right so the bayonet slipped easily into her horizontal navel.
"Goodbye Stephy". I gritted my teeth.
With not much pressure I could feel her navel give way and the blade sink into her belly. She gasped and blinked wildly not believing what was going on. I was brutal, stabbing the blade deep and then tearing up her insides with swift back and forth sawing motions. I tore the blade out of her navel along with parts of her insides. Blood was gushing freely on the floor. Stephy was shaking, her breasts flopping and bouncing with her convulsions. The girl toppled forward onto her tits, her ass still up and presenting itself. Her head rolled to the left and I could see the light dim from her beautiful green eyes.
"If you're going to make out with all our targets, this is going to be a long assignment." Rachel laughed.
BAYONETS:
An elite strike force sneak into a HARPI base.
Commandos: Captain Cameron Frost, Lieutenant Rachel Taylor, Recruit Brad Thompson
CHAPTER ONE: The Entry
Featuring: Stephy, Kimmy, Madeline, Melissa
The wind whistled coldly through my hair as I piloted the para glider towards the castle. We three were an elite team of killers and tonight was destined to be a night of death.
"So, no air defenses for sure?" Thompson was young and not ready to die.
"No, no air defenses. The gliders are impervious to Radar." I growled into the radio. "Now stay frosty, we're going in hot."
"Remember Thompson," I could hear Taylor say. "These are likely to be among the most beautiful women you have ever seen. Young faces, spectacular bodies and oh man, what they wear...."
It may seem odd to include a girl, Rachel Taylor, in the team but she was perfect. The little brunette was good with weapons, an expert tactitician and being a rather average looking girl she seemed to really enjoy sinking her bayonet into the exposed navels of crazy hot, underdressed, evil sluts.
"What do they wear sir?" Thompson gasped.
"Well..." Taylor responded. "They don't wear much... figure bikinis, thongs, short skirts, belly shirts. Well if it's likely to cause an erection, one of these bitches is wearing it."
"Fuck, and we have to kill them?" Thomson trembled.
"That's the mission soldier", I replied. "HARPI is a dangerous organization bent on world domination and the tiny bikinis are nothing more than psychological warfare. As soon as you see a female navel, don't hesitate, just put a bullet or bayonet into it."
"But why their belly buttons?" Thompson pressed.
"Haven't you read your training?" Taylor admonished, "The girl's diaphragm is just behind the navel so even if she doesn't die, she can't scream."
"Besides you'll never see a HARPI girl cover her navel", I laughed "So they make great targets!" Taylor laughed too but Thompson didn't seem to see the humor in it.
Through the goggles I could see two, maybe three girls milling around inside the target room. As scouted out by a drone, the window was open and in one, well practiced swoop we were inside, our rifles out.
Kimmy was a very young, slender blonde with large, topaz blue eyes and small, pink lips. She had a little, pink, butterfly clip in her hair which accentuated her youth, as well as bright, Barbie style bracelets on her wrists. Her tight, thin body shirt was cropped well above her navel and did little to obfuscate her small, pink nipples perched on young, b-cups. Her tiny boyfriend shorts were little more than a body hugging, denim band across her groin.. They did nothing to cover her long, narrow, torso and hard, tight abs. Kimmy's bare, slender legs ended in a pair of red sneakers. She looked scared. She should be.
Stephy was a hot Asian girl with her thick, black hair tied back into a bun. She was sitting at a computer looking frightened. Her black, horn-rimmed glasses framed beautiful, expressive green eyes. All I could see of the stunning Asian girl's clothes was a fitted shirt that was flashing at least half a foot of cleavage.
Madeline was the redhead on the far left. She was tall, pale and gorgeous in her black, security ensemble. A shiny guard hat sat on her full mane of dark, red hair. She wore long gloves, a small, latex corset that crushed her huge breasts together, up and almost outside the garment, a tiny, black thong and skin tight, thigh high. stiletto heeled boots were accessorized with a pistol on each long, long leg. The flash of her amazing cleavage, beautiful belly and soft, bare thighs almost distracted me from the fact that she was raising a pistol.
Luckily Rachel's eyes weren't fixated on Madeline's cleavage and her reaction time was astonishing. Before the redhead could clear the holster, Rachel was across the room and with a final furious lunge the blade of her bayonette punctured and plunged deep into Madeline's exposed navel. The stunning redhead collapsed forward, her bright blue eyes opening in shock, her bright red lips parting into a silent scream.
I saw my target and punched the teenager in her naked stomach. Kimmy gasped, took three steps back and then collapsed into a groaning ball.
"Oh fuck, feds!" Stephy spat, stood and raised her hands. Now I could see her clothes. Stephy was wearing a tight, small business shirt that on the one hand exposed nearly all of her DDD cleavage while rising far enough above her micro mini to reveal her fit, tight navel. Her legs were clothed in black stockings that ended in a pair of very tall, spiky, black heels
Meanwhile Rachel and Madeline were engaged in a fairly serious struggle on whether or not the bayonet would be plunged deeper into the redhead's punctured belly button. Both women were clutching the long rifle trying to push the lethal blade in the other direction. Madeline was stronger than the small brunette but each time Rachel managed to push forward, the bayonette would plunge deeper into the redhead's beautiful belly. Madeline was visibly weakening, a small stream of blood bubbling from her lips while a larger tributary was flowing from her pierced navel.
"Oh God, don't kill Madeline, please don't kill her." Stephy rolled her eyes insincerely.
"Watch the teenage bitch!" I shouted at Thompson. Obediently our youngest member walked over to the young HARPI agent who was still nursing her belly punch.
"Okay ma'am, stay still." Thompson pointed his bayonetted rifle a few inches from the young girl's stomach.
"Ma'am?" Kimmy smiled. "Oh Jesus, when some guy's got a knife at my belly I think we're beyond sir and ma'am. I'm Kimmy!" The teen smiled broadly, stood on her tip toes and tried to shake the commando's hand.
"D-don't try anything," Thompson stammered.
"Jesus, are you really scared of me?" Kimmy's beautiful blue eyes widened in annoyance. "I'm a ninety pound girl with a knife at my bare belly. If I try anything I'm sure you could kill my ass like instantly."
"Yeah, I guess," Thompson agreed.and held out his hand. "Hi, I'm Brad, happy to meet you."
"That's better isn't it?" Kimmy continued smiling and let the bayonette slip into her navel so she could bend over the rifle. She reached Brad's hand and gripped it. "Happy to meet you too, Brad."
"Hey look, this is just an accounting office," Stephy explained to me. "Do you see any assault rifle racks or plans for world domination?"
"Call for the guard outside," I commanded.
"Why? Do you want to kill her too?" Stephy narrowed her eyes and walked towards me.
"Uh uh, hot Asian", my bayonette quickly found her belly hole and she froze in mid stride. "That's as close as those monster tits get to me."
I could hear a crash that had to be one hundred and twenty five pounds of Madeline. I looked to my left and Madeline was splayed across a table, her amazing tits loose and pointing at the ceiling. For her part Rachel was between the girl's legs savagely working the bayonette around in the dying girl's belly. Just one last convulsion followed by an arch would signal that Madeline was nothing more than a pile of bleeding meat.
"Jesus Thompson, Frost", what the fuck? "We've got two living Harpi agents and the second guard hasn't been baited yet. You boys lose your balls?"
"No wait, I'm just an accountant," Stephy shrunk back.
"And Kimmy's just a teenage file clerk." Thompson piped up. "I don't even think she's..."
"Dead? No, she's not dead, pussy!" Rachel growled.
"But she's not a fighter." Thompson objected.
"Please ma'am, I was just here organizing files", Kimmy begged. "I'm too young to die, please!"
"What I'm seeing," Rachel huffed. "Is a size zero teenage HARPI slut in slutwear made by Countess Slutula! Geez, why bother with clothes at all!" Rachel caressed the young girl's hard belly ending at the dip where Thompson's bayonette had slid inside her navel. "So what we have here is an exposed, enemy belly button and a weapon made for killing said enemy sitting uselessly in her belly button. Hmmmm, I have a theory." Rachel Taylor slid her hand over Thompson's groin and felt a full erection. "Of course. A little teenage bitch like this acts all cute while dressing like a stripper and you guys just fall apart."
"I'm sorry," Thompson pressed the bayonette deeper into Kimmmy. "I... I just didn't want to kill her."
"Ma'am, this isn't right!" Kimmy babbled, "I just don't think it's right for adults to kill teenagers." Kimmy dropped her shorts revealing an even tinier thong. "Look, I'm not carrying any weapons!"
"That IS your weapon bitch." Rachel sneered while shoving her hand down her thong.
"Maybe she's right Taylor," Thompson stammered. "I mean maybe we could just take her prisoner or something."
"I have a better idea Thompson" , Rachel carressed Kimmy's hard, round ass cheeks. "How about a spanking?" With a laugh the female commando slapped Kimmy's young ass propelling her into the bayonette.
"I'm sorry Kimmy," Thompson watched in horror as his bayonette sunk into Kimmy's tight belly button.
"Oh fuck!" Kimmy coughed, "You did it! Jesus that knife is going all the way through me! I'm going to die!" Blood burst from the young girl's navel splashing both Thompson and the weapon impaling her. "How could you do this to me, Mark? I mean you're putting a foot and a half long blade through a defenseless, teenage girl's belly button. It's awful!"
"You bet it's awful, bitch!" Rachel admonished, "You're taking way too long to die and holding up an important operation." A couple more swats to Kimmy's round, tight ass and I could see the tip of Thompson's bayonet emerging through Kimmy's back. The teen just stood, shaking. Her beautiful, blue eyes stared straight at Thompson while blood leaked steadily from her gaping mouth and impaled navel.
"Kill her." Rachel whispered.
"What?" Thompson suddenly looked at Rachel in shock.
"You know, work the blade around inside her guts." Rachel smiled, "That should do it. Here, let me help you." the female commando took control of Thompson's rifle, pulled the blade back into Kimmy's guts and twisted back then forth. Blood exploded from the teenage girl's belly like a pumping fountain of crimson. Kimmy shook and contorted violently then her tiny body fell sloppily across the rifle. With a short gasp, Kimmy was gone leaving a cute, slender cadaver. Rachel shook Kimmy's corpse off Thompson's weapon. Her body fell wet and noisy onto the hardwood floor followed by a puddle of red slowly spreading around her size zero corpse.
"Hey Thompson!" Rachel ordered while handing the rifle to her team mate. "Your weapon has slut all over it. Clean it!"
Obediently Thompson walked over to Kimmy's twitching corpse and removed her top. The dead teen slid sloppily out of her shirt and slapped the cold ground with her naked, b-cup sized breasts. Thompson was happy to see Kimmy's beautiful blonde hair covering her dead eyes.
"What the fuck?" Stephy looked horrified. "So you're going to kill a teenage girl and then strip her corpse?"
"Need to clean the weapon babe and she's not using her top anymore." Thompson explained and proceeded to wipe the blood off his rifle with Kimmy's skimpy, body shirt.
"Oh my God", Stephy looked at me as Rachel approached. "What happens to me?"
"We'll need your clothes", I said. "Then you'll need to call the other guard in here."
"My clothes?" Stephy looked at me suspiciously.
"It's to keep you in here." I lied.
"Sure it is", she smiled and slowly did a striptease just for me. I could see the hate and perhaps jealousy cross Rachel's face. She couldn't wait to kill this bitch.
First Stephy unhooked her skirt, allowing it to fall to her feet. She was wearing a tiny, black thong and I was suddenly blinded by her beautiful thighs, hips and her wonderful, firm underbelly. Slowly, button by button she unfastened her office shirt. Her Double D-Cups covered by a small, Victoria's Secret bra, parted the shirt as she finished. For a moment she just let the shirt frame her amazing cleavage as she stuided my reaction. Satisfied, she smiled and let the shirt fall to the floor with her skirt.
"I assume the bra has to go, right? Some super secret government reason why I should be flashing my naked tits rights?" She looked at me quizically
"Yes," I croaked out.
"Thought so." She vamped. Stephy arched, struggled for a moment and the bra flew off. Two huge, round breasts rolled out and Stephy's erect, pink nipples pointed in cross directions.
"Wow." I accidentally whispered.
STEPHY
"Duh, soldier. These are grade A tits." she grabbed them and held them up for me to see. They were truly magnificent. "Here, I suppose complete nudity is what you asked for." Stephy hooked her small hands through her thong and let it drop. She had a beautiful mound with her pubics shaved in a small, pleasant pattern. "I might not be able to reach your groin soldier but I can tell that you're at full erection." Stephy taunted.
"Okay, let's stop using these to mess with the boys", Rachel slapped both of Stephy's breasts making sure to connect with her tender nipples. Stephy let out a wounded yelp and clutched her throbbing nips.
"Well what do I do now?" Stephy asked.
"We need the outside guard to come in here so we can kill her." I informed her.
"Oh, ouch, harsh!" Stephy recoiled.
"We just need you to lean out the door and ask the guard to come in." Racfhel told her.
Rachel placed one hand on Stephy's flat stomach with the index finger sliding into her navel for gripping. Her other hand grabbed Stephy's large, round ass and moved it towards the door.with me following.
"Thompson, ready your bayonet!" I called.
At the door Rachel maneuvered the sexy Asian's body so she was bent forward at the door. I looked at the swollen slit beneath her beatuiful ass and let the bayonet slide slowly into her cooch.
"What the fuck?" Stephy looked over her shoulder to see her own violation.
"Just insurance." Rachel smiled at her. "Now call the guard."
Stephy opened the door and shoved her head into the hallway.
"Melissa", could you please stop painting your nails and come here for a moment." The young secretary called out.
I retrieved the blade from Stephy's pussy and Rachel pulled the beautiful, naked Asian inside. I could hear the clip clop of high heeled boots heading for the door. Thompson waited in a kneeling position in order to impale the scantily-clad guard's exposed navel.
"So, Stephy is it a spider?" Melissa strolled in smiling, saw the carnage and gasped. "Oh crap!" Melissa was a short-haired brunette with pale, white skin, large breasts that were lifted and presented in her guard's corset and a vertical, coin-slot navel.
Stephy looked down at the blade in her navel and let out a supporting "You think?"
I slammed the door behind Melissa and Thompson lunged. The guard twisted quickly and the blade only sliced across her abdomen rather than impaling it. The busty guard fell across Thompson, her breasts crushed against his chest and her lips an inch from his. "Oh my God, you were going to stab me with that big knife thing!"
"Hurry up and kill her!" Rachel shouted. I was enjoying Melissa's round, prone ass framed by a black thong.
Thompson was ignoring the sweet smell of gardenia skin cream, the massive cleavage just under his chin and two beautiful, pink lips next to his. He tried to grab Melissa's corset but she pulled away so hard that her top came off into Thompson's hands. I was enjoying Melissa's newly freed breasts. They were young, supple and full with erect, pink nipples the color of her lips. The guard grabbed Thompson's rifle and he stood, struggling to hold onto it. Melissa was trying to push the muzzle towards Thompson but not making much headway while the two fought towards Kimmy's corpse.
"I won't let you kill me!" Melissa pleaded.
"This ends with the bayonet in your belly button!" Thompson informed.
"My belly button?" Melissa looked down. "Why?"
"I'm sorry ma'am, that's classified." Thompson smiled.
Melissa turned away and in one spectacular round house kick, she managed to take the rifle.
"Alright you assholes, you're all going to die now." She waved the rifle at the three commandos while backing up. "You two, put your guns on the ground and... AUGGHHH" With a scream Melissa slipped in Kimmy's blood and landed on her ass with Thompson catching the rifle. Somewhat stunned Melissa looked up to see Thompson slowly trace a line down her body, between her two, huge breasts and finally letting the blade slip into her beautiful navel shaped like a coin slot.
"Fuck." Melissa looked up at Thompson flashing him a smile. "I don't suppose you'd accept an apology?"
"No." Thompson answered and pushed the blade deep into Melissa's belly button. The girl's long legs shot up, her mouth dropped open and her eyes went wide.
"You did it, you really stabbed me with that long knife... right through my belly button!" Melissa looked at the wound in a morbidly curious way, checking just where the steel had entered her belly. "I guess you win."
"Damn right". Thompson replied and twisted the blade inside Melissa as Rachel had instructed before. Melissa gasped, arched and shook for a few seconds before she collapsed limp in front of him.
"Okay, hey I see where this is going." Stephy was buck naked, sweating and noticing that the bayonet was not leaving her navel. "I do have some intel for you guys."
"I'm listening". Rachel said.
Stephy turned and went through a nearby file cabinet. She pulled a single manilla folder and handed it to Rachel.
"I'm thinking you're looking for HARPI's new secret weapon." the stunning Asian smiled.
"Maybe."
"The secret weapon is on level fourteen. The code to the room is 0714."
"That's very useful Stephy, thanks." I said.
"So... why do we need you?" Rachel asked menacingly.
"Oh yeah, that's right. Damn." Stephy rolled her eyes and sighed. "So, through my belly button?"
"Fraid so." Rachel smiled. She caressed the girl's naked belly and then plunged her finger deep into Stephy's exposed navel. "Right through your slutty little belly button, just like you deserve.
"Okay, just... I want sex one last time." Stephy pleaded
"No." Rachel blocked.
"But both the guys are obviously hard." Stephy observed.
"Which is why we shouldn't be asking them anything!" Rachel said.
"Okay, okay. At least have a guy put it in me."
"I'll do it." I said and stood forward. "I was the first to put a blade in your navel, I should be the one who plunges it into your belly." She looked me up and down and down.
"Yeah, you'll do. What's your name?"
"Cameron." I answered.
"Okay Cameron, you're going to be the man who kills me" She gulped.
"Yes."
"Well plunging a long blade like that into my belly button is going to hurt. You could at least make it easier."
"How?"
"I'm going to need you to lick and kiss my belly button before you stab it." Stephy rubbed her sexy, horizontal navel. "That way it'll just slide into my belly."
"Sounds fair." I said I handed my rifle to Rachel, walked to the gorgeous, busty secretary, got on my knees and began licking her sweet belly button. I knew I shouldn't but I spent a good minute or so kissing, nuzzling and licking her beautiful, young navel. I could hear her moan.
"Okay that's enough." Rachel commanded.
"I guess your navel has been lubricated enough." I said while working my finger around in her moist belly button.
"Alright Cameron but before you plunge that giant blade into my belly button, I was wondering if you've ever seen breasts this amazing?" I was close enough where she could engulf my whole head with her amazing mammaries. I enjoyed, her warm soft tits rubbing against my face.
"It's really not that rare to find HARPI girls with some pretty huge tits." I answered into her cleavage. "I met one girl with tits the size of basketballs before and I still ended up having to put a bayonet into her gut. It was really a sad waste of tits but she was evil and deserved the steel in her belly."
"Whether I deserve it or not Cameron, it'll sure be a shame to put these huge, beautiful breasts in a federal body bag." Her voice cracked.
"Really a waste, Stephy. I wish you would've used your enormous tits for good instead of evil.." I replied, not hurrying to remove my face from her warm, ample bosum.
"Well Cameron, at least kiss them goodbye." She whispered.
I didn't hesitate. I grabbed both of the Asian beauty's plump, soccerball sized breasts and buried my head between them. My face slowly slid up her left teat, licking and kissing her sweet tit meat until my lips touched her erect nipple; it was as big and hard as a tootsie roll. The girl moaned as I tongued and kissed her sweet, brown nip. Meanwhile my left hand was clutching her right teat; her pert, wet nipple was getting squeezed and stroked between my thumb and forefinger. Stephy gushed out "Yess... Yess..." as I took turns taking each of her full aureole into my mouth and sucking on her engorged nips like a hungry infant. "Killing her will be such a waste," I thought. "Too bad we have to do it."
"Okay, that's enough!" Rachel forcibly pulled me back and I muttered "Goodbye breasts." but before she could pull me too far Stephy grabbed me by the hair, pulled me close and kissed me passionately.
"Goodbye Cameron".
I got behind the rifle, took one last look at the amazing, Asian beauty alive, twisted the gun to the right so the bayonet slipped easily into her horizontal navel.
"Goodbye Stephy". I gritted my teeth.
With not much pressure I could feel her navel give way and the blade sink into her belly. She gasped and blinked wildly not believing what was going on. I was brutal, stabbing the blade deep and then tearing up her insides with swift back and forth sawing motions. I tore the blade out of her navel along with parts of her insides. Blood was gushing freely on the floor. Stephy was shaking, her breasts flopping and bouncing with her convulsions. The girl toppled forward onto her tits, her ass still up and presenting itself. Her head rolled to the left and I could see the light dim from her beautiful green eyes.
"If you're going to make out with all our targets, this is going to be a long assignment." Rachel laughed.
