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Some Hitwoman Stories
36, M. A blog to share stories I’ve written about femme fatales and hitwomen. It’s all 100% fantasy and does not represent anything I want to happen in any reality. Please read the first post first, it’s important to me. If I’ve started following you on this site it’s probably unrelated to this blog, and if you’d prefer I didn’t, that’s cool. Current schedule: Under Review, more details soon
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She adjusted her breasts in the skimpy top and put her hand out. The tracker showed her target would soon be on the road.
Her gun was behind her back, and she kept it hidden as her targets car moved into view.
It slowed, and she saw the man behind the wheel looking up at down at her body. “Hey, you los-“
BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. Her gun whipped into view and she unloaded it into his chest at point blank range, his shirt shredding and blood splattering.
She blew the smoke away and put the warm barrel down the back of her jeans, leaving the car on the roadside as a testament to her deadly work.
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It was his birthday treat and he admired it from his plush chair as he watched his two favourite henchwomen load their guns and begin the shooting. They were dressed in his favourite lingerie and laughing as their bullets thundered through the air to those in his organisation who had shown disloyalty. He smirked, and relaxed as they carried out their deadly work.
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She didn’t believe in shortcuts, but why work harder than you needed to? The threatening sight of her and her gun convinced the target to get in the boot of the car all by himself.
‘Saves me the effort’ she thought before she dispatched him with four bullets. She could finish her mission without breaking a sweat.
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A gun, a suppressor and some coffee. It was all she really needed. Knickers were of course an option but not her preferred style when carrying out an execution, and she walked out into the sun on their land ready to enjoy the best part of her day.
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The gold and the hostages were ready. Now it was time to pay the office workers for their service. The women smirked as they clicked the first shell into their shotguns.
They began firing, the deafening sounds of the weapons cutting over the sounds of the employees screaming and the moans of pleasure from the shooters.
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BAM, BAM, BAM. The gun was warm from the three shots she had delivered into the thief as she tucked it into the back of her shorts.
She sauntered back to her truck, enjoying the feeling, whilst his body lay prostrate and dead underneath the hot sun.
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He shivered as he walked down the cold streets of St Petersburg, trying to reach the warmth of the professors house, keen to resume their chats on how to overthrow the political repression.
There was a sharp pain in his back and he heard a soft pop. His hands went to his back and he felt something gushing - his blood.
His face turned white as he fell to the ground and looked up to see a woman standing over him, a gun with a silencer in her hands.
She fired three more times -pfft-pfft-pfft- and he felt his life fading away as she walked off.
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“Wait here” she commanded. The cabbie nodded, keeping his meter running, but not caring about the fair. He watched as the powerful woman strode out towards the small office, the black handgun matching her black suit and the hint of a black bra beneath.
She walked into the shop and he flinched as the sound of gunshots filled the air. BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! From a distance he could see bodies falling.
Seconds later, she was marching towards his cab again. “Drive” she commanded as she slammed the door, and in terror it was all he could do. She directed him out of the city and towards a lay-by where he saw a car.
“Slow” she said, and he complied, trying to think what he would say to prevent her from shooting him.
BAM! He never had a chance. As he looked round the gun was by his head and the trigger was pulled.
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Small town banks were their favourite. Little security, no glass to protect the cashier and best of all, a load of dumb fucks they could distract with their killer body.
The men would be too busy staring at her rear and her breasts until they would find themselves staring down the barrel of a gun. It was easy money, and they loved to make it.
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She examined the weapons recovered from the prisoners her henchmen had taken. In the end, it was an easy choice. She would execute each man with their own gun.
They were kneeling on the floor outside and crying as she walked towards them in her bikini top, the guns tucked into her waste.
She put a magazine into each man’s chest, leaving her rivals in no doubt that it was her doing and sending the message of what would happened if they continued to encroach on her territory.
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“Go on, pay them” she commanded her red-haired enforcer. She smiled and did so, giving an equal slew of bullets to the three gormless men on the sofa.
She smiled. ‘Bullets were cheaper than gold’ she thought, ‘and definitely the most reliable way of guaranteeing silence!’
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She had a very special role in the commando unit, one that she knew was vital for team morale.
The remaining members of the drug gang they had raided were tied to trees and the rest of the unit gathered round, eager for her show to begin.
She wasted no time, letting her long hair flow free and drawing her gun powerfully in her hands. There were cheers from the men and the prisoners cried.
BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM. She was methodical with each of the men by the trees, placing three bullets in their torsos and the final into their head.
The most satisfying sound were the whoops from her comrades. They were her team, and she knew that they were such a disciplined unit that no one would ever report the extrajudicial killings.
‘Besides’ she thought, ‘if they did, I’d just have another victim to kill!’
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The targets were down, now it was time to deal with the unfortunate witness. She loaded her spare magazine into the gun and aimed at the woman.
She raised her hands in surrender, but it made no difference. Mercy was not in her MO.
The assassin pulled the trigger, riddling the woman’s body with bullets, feeling the familiar wave of pleasure as she did so. She surveyed the scene with its dead bodies and allowed herself a moan of enjoyment before she made her way back to the safe house.
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He knew what the knock at the door would be before he even answered it and sighed. It was inevitable once he had sold those secrets, the only question would be who, when and how.
In his doorway stood his secretary, or former secretary, he realised as she threaded the suppressor onto her handgun. Gone were her office clothes, instead replaced by an all-black look with dark glasses and leather gloves.
He took a few steps back as she walked in and decided to kneel. “How long have you known?” he asked.
“Long enough” she replied coldly. Chik-chik. She chambered a round and aimed at him. “Goodbye Jack” she said simply.
Pfft-pfft. He felt the two shots from the gun pierce his chest before -pfft- he saw the muzzle flash again and felt the bullet bore through his skull to end his life.
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It seemed a shame to mess up something so pretty, so she picked her aim carefully to dispatch the models. A deadly shot into the belly was enough for both. She admired how they slumped against the wall, lifeless but lovely, two pictures of beauty caught in her deadly game.
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Her husband had prepared the room exactly as she desired. The sheets were in place and the three neighbourhood scumbags were in place, tied up and naked, ready to fall into the plastic sheets for their bodies.
‘Good’ she thought, ‘and still enough time to pick the kids up and get to book club later’. She stood well back with her Mac-10 suppressed and the spare magazines in her jeans.
Pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft. The stock kept the gun from moving too much as she unloaded her first magazine into dealer number one, his body flailing as it absorbed the impact of her bullets.
She smiled as she changed the magazine and glanced at her husband who was enjoying it too. Cleaning up the neighbourhood was a rather enjoyable task they had, and she loved every moment of it.
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The assassin paused by the stairs. She reached to her belt for a new magazine and placed it into her gun. Her first had been used to slay the three guards, now it was time to silence the witness and their spouse.
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