Dispatching Two Guards
by Amazondarkrider

The first kill, Amy knew, must be quick. Two guards patrolled the perimeter of the building. For the last hour, as darkness had fallen, she had watched them pass each other every four minutes. That was her window of opportunity: her chance to despatch one man before his companion returned. Alone, the second would be easier to deal with.

One guard, she had observed, was on the smaller side, older too, and his movements suggested weakness. It might only be fatigue from an hour’s walking, but it sealed his fate. She would smother him first, and with her bare hands. She could take her time with the second soldier and hopefully use her ass on him; but the first man must be dealt with swiftly.

Her mind made up, she waited till they had passed once more and disappeared from view. The moment they had, she hurried forward, waited three seconds, then followed the older man a few yards, before taking cover behind a heavy bush. In four minutes’ time, the men would pass again and she would strike.

She stripped off quickly, and – her wristwatch aside (it was vital that she time the kill) – was naked in seconds. The area was ringed with radar shields: designed to sound the alarm should any hint of metal, guns, knives, and the like be detected. What the enemy had not allowed for was the weapons any woman had been blessed with by Nature: her hands, thighs, breasts, pussy, butt-cheeks and anal opening. She had once finished off a man with her armpit. True, he had been asleep at the time but, she told herself, smiling at the memory, a kill was a kill.

The next four minutes passed so slowly she thought she would burst with impatience. When, at last, the younger guard passed by, she felt her pulse quicken. As he vanished from sight and, a few seconds later, the older man appeared, she took a deep breath to steady her nerves. This was it. The moment of truth. The time to strike … and end a man’s life with kindness.

Rising quickly but smoothly, she advanced like a cat, covering the distance between them in an instant, and so fast he didn’t know she was there till one hand curled around his face and another grabbed at his cock. She kicked his feet from under him and they fell, locked together, onto the jungle floor.

His trousers had no buttons at the crotch, just a simple slit and no pants underneath, making it easy to pee. Practical, perhaps, but it made him vulnerable to a woman’s hand. Amy hit lucky, sliding into the gap and, the moment her fingers touched his shaft, it began to stiffen.

As they hit the ground together, she closed her legs around the doomed man’s calves, limiting his movement. It was vital to keep him as still as she could. If he was unable to move, he was unable to kick himself free. And the less noise he made the better, too. Hopefully his friend was far enough away by now but she couldn’t take the chance of alerting him. Unarmed and on her back, she was a sitting target if he returned too soon.

With a hand clamped firmly around his nose and mouth, the old man couldn’t breathe. Instinctively, he brought up his hands to tug on her arms and free himself.

Amy clung on tight, determined not to yield. She was strong and had practised this ‘kill’ a thousand times in training. Maintain her grip, she knew, and it was just a matter of time before he passed out. After that, it was a simple case of holding on until she had smothered him.

To weaken him further, she slid her hand the length of his cock, pumping rhythmically. As his shaft hardened, she felt it twitch and his balls roll with need. A muffled groan – delight mingling with despair – rose from his belly and died, still-born, against the suffocating grip of her hand.

Arousal, she knew, was a weapon that could end a man’s life as surely as a knife to the gut. Weaken him with joy and his cock would cloud his judgment, betraying him with his own lust. And so she pumped a little faster and felt him heave: torn between freedom and pleasure, between life and death.

Pressing her face to his, she whispered softly in his ear. ‘Try not to struggle,’ she urged him. ‘You can’t get away. I’m going to finish you off. It won’t take long if you relax.’ She sighed sweetly. ‘And I’ll give you a nice little wank. You’d like that, wouldn’t you … one last come before you die?’

He lurched sharply, which is what she had hoped would happen. Any movement used up energy and hastened the moment he would pass out.

‘Try to enjoy what I’m doing to your cock,’ she said, her hand sliding to the base, so that her fingers reached below and tickled his balls. He lurched again and howled into the hand around his mouth.

‘I’m sorry I couldn’t use my anus on you,’ she muttered, her hand moving up again, fingers now grazing his swollen glans. His cock gave a dangerous twitch and a bead of pre-cum leaked from its eye. What was it with men and assholes, she wondered? Just the mention of her little opening was enough to arouse him, to have him yearning for relief even on the point of death.

‘After you’ve passed out,’ she whispered again,’ I’ll sit on your face and finish you off with my hole. You’ll die inside my crack, with my ass-cheeks wrapped around you.’ She breathed into his ear. ‘You’ll die inside my smelly place,’ she said. ‘At the entrance to my passage.’

The effect of her words was immediate, as she hoped it would be. The man heaved violently, and his cock leapt in her hand, spewing gobbets of hot semen into the air, splattering his khaki trousers. As his penis continued to erupt, he grunted several times in quick succession, muffled beats of air against her palm before he gave one last, frenzied jolt, and fell still.

The instant he collapsed, Amy removed her hand, unwrapped her legs and wriggled out from under his unconscious body. Settling him on his back, she squatted over his face and lowered her anus onto his nose, securing the hole around his nostrils before dropping her full weight into him. With his head lodged in her crack, she glanced at her watch for the first time. Three minutes and 35 seconds had passed. She had little enough time to finish this man off before his companion returned. No matter, she told herself, the job was almost done; another few seconds and she would have despatched him.

When, ten seconds later, he had failed to stir, she jumped up and moved into position behind the same bush she had hidden earlier. And not a moment too soon. She barely had time to conceal herself before the man’s companion emerged from out of the darkness, walking at a steady pace in her direction …