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I. The Ninja raises
Nikita Sokolov entered the warehouse closing the steel door behind her. The warehouse was dimly lit for the early morning hours, its contents of boxes and crates reflected the yellow dullness of the dim lights. Nikita looked out of place from the dusty and dimly lit atmosphere of the surroundings, as she made her way up the steel steps to the second level of the storage warehouse. She was dressed in a red wool plaid mini skirt with the hem line sitting slightly at mid thigh. She wore a white silk blouse that was untucked with the skirt and with the sleeves neatly rolled up around her elbows. Around her shoulder she bore a shoulder rig with a holstered 9mm Beretta sitting under her left arm. Finishing her outfit was a pair of knee high leather white high heel boots. The boots made a click clack sound as Nikita reached the top the stair case and walked down the empty hallway to a single door with a single chair bordering it at the end of the hallway. The worn sign on door marked it as the main office of the building. Reaching around her neck Nikita removed a necklace with a key attached to it. She then unlocked the door and entered the room closing the door behind her locking it.
The room was brightly lit unlike the rest of the warehouse. All of its old furniture was pushed over to one side of the old office revealing its old and cracked green and white tiled floor. The three walls of the office were once white but were now covered with brown specs of dirt and pealing paint chips. The single window of the office that was located on the right side looked out into the warehouse was covered up with black tape and was no longer useful. A single piece of furniture remained in the center of the room, a steel flat table. The table was covered by a white sheet and on top of the white sheet was a nude body of a petite Asian woman. The bright lights of the office reflected a nice shine off of her clear tan skin. Her body lay straight with her hands cupping her breast. The woman’s long silky black hair spread out around her head like a fan. Nikita twirling the necklace with the key around her index finger approached the table and looked down at the unconscious Asian beauty. Looping the necklace back around her neck Nikita leaned over the women looking down at her peaceful sleeping face.
Susie Yoshida had been on a mission to hunt down Lady Shimizu and her syndicate of female assassins known as the Black Dragon Society. She had tracked the group back to a compound of abandon warehouses in the industrial district of the city. Susie was at the end of her recon of the compound when she was surprised by two of the assassins, Nikita Sokolov and Helga Reinhart. In the brief struggle that followed Susie was overwhelmed by 5’10 and 140 lbs frame of Helga, who locked her powerful arms around Susie as Nikita injected Susie with a sleeping agent from a pen like syringe. They then brought the limp and lifeless form of their intruder back to main compound where they stripped her nude. Nikita had taken the pleasure performing the task. Susie’s limp form was then played with, molested and carried about by the band of hired killers as they celebrated her capture. She was then woken up to find her wrist chained behind her and ankles bounded. Lady Shimizu appeared sitting in front of her legs crossed in a dark room. Lady Shimizu like Susie was of Japanese decent. Also like Susie she was gorgeous woman with svelte features. She asked Susie a series of questions. Susie was still hazy from the sleep agent and did not remember how she answered the questions or what exactly the questions were. Susie was then rendered unconscious once again by Nikita.
The sleep agent was supposed to keep Susie in a coma like state for days. It however kept her under for a day and a half. Susie decided to act as if the drug had worked and remain in her sleep like state planning her next actions. They had moved Susie to the storage warehouse, it was located a way from the rest of the compound and had the loot the assassins had stolen from their jobs awaiting to be sold on the black market. The assassins took turns guarding Susie in two hour watch intervals. She could sense when they switched, by the sounds of their foot steps down the hall. There was an old wall clock in the office that was sitting on the top the pile of old furniture that actually still worked. Susie observed the clock whenever the room was empty during the watches to calculate the time. She was a trained ninja from the Yoshida clan. She was trained since she was a child and now she was the sole heiress to her clan and the only surviving member. She knew how to survive and was determined to do so.
Out of all the assassins, Nikita was the most fond the Susie. She loved the little Asian doll and played with Susie when it was her turn to guard her. In the three days that Susie had been captured Nikita had taken care of Susie, cleaning her body, brushing her hair and applying make up to her slack face. Towards the end of her watches Nikita made love to the limp form. Nikita Sokolov enjoyed two things in life and that was sex with an unresisting female and killing people with poison, her specialty. It had taken all of Susie’s training and discipline not to make a sound or any movement, Nikita had been very pleasurable. She talked to Susie in her cute Russian accent telling her what was happening around the compound. Christina Moretti heiress to the Moretti crime family was making a visit to the compound at noon to kill Susie herself. Susie had been killing head family members of the Moretti family before she started going after the Black Dragon Society who worked closely with the family. Christina had become the head of the family after Susie had killed her father. She was out for revenge in the name of the Moretti family.
“Well Lady Ninja, soon Mrs. Moretti come and kill you. Our time is over together. I will make this memorable for me and you yes?” Nikita asked in her cute Russian accent.
She then leaped onto the table on one quick motion and straddled Susie’s limp form from the waist. Nikita leaned over and began nibbling on Susie’s neck and then kissing her slack lips probing her tongue inside the unconscious ninja’s mouth. Sitting back up Nikita licking her lips with anticipation removed Susie’s limp hands, revealing the C-cup size round breast. Tossing the ninja’s limp arms out of the way Nikita began to fondle the pair of breast by rubbing them vigorously and pinching the nipples at the same time. She felt her self getting hornier as she did it.
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The Russian assassin gasped in surprised as Susie hands shot up and wrapped around Nikita’s slender neck, thumbs squeezing into her throat. Susie sat up abruptly pushing the Russian woman down on her back. Susie quickly pulled her own legs out from under Nikita. Nikita was lying over her own legs which were bent at the knees. Once Susie’s legs were free she moved quickly straddling the Nikita at the chest, her bare knees pushing Nikita’s arms against the table locking them to it. Nikita was wide eyed and her mouth was open with her tongue protruding grasping for air. Susie stared down at her captor menacingly pushing thumbs down harder. Nikita started making gurgling sounds, her big brown eyes slowly rolled back into her head as her eye lids fluttered shut. Her body twitched sporadically before going completely limp.
Susie slowly releases her hand from the Russian’s delicate throat which was now bruised. She then checked for a pulse. There was none. She held the back of her hand over Nikita’s opened mouth to feel if she was still breathing. She was dead. Susie still sitting on Nikita’s breasts took a deep breath and stretched out cracking her back. She stood up on the top of the table over the limp form of her former captor and stretched out some more. It felt good to be finally able to move fully. She felt refreshed, well rested and ready for action. Susie stood over the dead Russian assassin looking down at her handy work. Nikita lay on her back with her legs bent at her knees under her, her arms at her side, hands palm up with her wrists limply dangling off the edge of the table. Susie sat back down straddling Nikita at the waist. She moved Nikita’s head from side to side examining her sleep like face. She was an attractive young woman, with high check bones and a slender nose. Her shoulder length brown hair tied into pig tails giving her an innocent school girl look. Nikita was the least lethal of the group. She often used disguises to get in close to her victims before poisoning them. Her innocent and sexy looks did wonders for her. Susie closed Nikita’s opened mouth but it remained opened agape showing her white teeth. Susie then lifted up her limp arms by grabbing her pulse less wrists and then letting them flop back down to the table with a dead thunk. Turning around Susie unfolded Nikita’s legs from behind her and set them straight. Then leaning forward Susie gave Nikita a kiss on her slack lips. “I’ll take care of your body just as you have done for me love.” Susie whispered into Nikita’s lifeless ear.
Jumping off the table and landing on the cool dirty ground Susie began to search the dead assassin. She started by patting her breast and then worked her way down, searching under her arms and between her legs. She found nothing of value, her clothes had no pockets.
“I’ll guess I gotta become you for a while. But you shouldn’t mind. You’re dead any ways.” Susie said out loud with a grin.
She first lifted Nikita’s limp form into a sitting position her head lulled forward and hung limply over her breasts. Susie then removed the shoulder rig with the Beretta and two extra magazines, putting that aside she let the Russian’s limp form drop back down to the table and began unbuttoning her silk blouse. Spreading the blouse a part Susie is welcomed by Nikita’s round breasts wrapped in a lacy white bra. She sees also a necklace with a key. Lifting up Nikita’s head she unlooped the necklace from her neck and looping it around her own. Between Nikita’s luscious round breasts under the strap of her bra was a pen. Susie pulled it out and examine it. It was a syringe, the same one that had rendered her unconscious in the first place. She put it aside and continued, moving down to the red plaid skirt she rolled Nikita over at the waist and unzipped the back of the skirt and then rolled her back on to her back. She was now down at the white knee high leather boots, unzipping them at the inseams she slipped both boots off Nikita’s legs and feet. Nikita’s was bare feet now. Susie noted that Nikita had a strong looking pair of legs, very athletic looking dancer legs. They were smooth and the room light reflected of them. She quickly rolled the deceased Russian assassin over on her belly and tugs at the top of the blouse’s collar pulling it off of Nikita’s limp body, her lifeless arms dropping out of the sleeves and flopping back on to the table. Nikita’s back now bare. Susie notes the tattoo of a black dragon wrapped around a silhouette body of a female on the small of her back, the mark of a member of the Black Dragon Society. The plaid skirt was next, Susie tugs at the waist band and tugs the skirt off Nikita’s ass and down her legs and then off her body. Under the skirt Nikita wears a pair of lacy white panties matching her bra. Rolling the limp Russian back over on to her back her arms flopping around limply in the process. Susie then leaps back on the table straddling Nikita once again, pulling the dead girl back up into a sitting position and leaning her head on Susie’s own bare breast she unbuckles the bra peeling the straps off Nikita’s shoulders. Lowering the body back down to the table she moves down to the panties peeling them off Nikita’s waist and down her shinny dancer legs.
Susie was finishing buttoning up Nikita’s white blouse. She had already dawned on the plaid mini skirt, the high heel white boots and the shoulder rig was securely resting upon her shoulders. Nikita was just about the same size as her so her clothing fit pretty well, not perfect but it was good enough for now. Nikita’s breast were a bit smaller than Susie’s so the bra was kind of tight and the panties fit almost perfect. It felt good to have some clothes on after three days of being nude. Looking down at her self and feeling satisfied on how she looked. Susie moved back the table where a nude Nikita now laid. She lifted her bare legs and swung them off the table and then pulled her lifeless arms by the wrist rising Nikita’s limp body into a sitting positing. Her head lulled forward heavily sending her pig tails dangling over her breast. With a grunt Susie lift Nikita over her shoulder and then gently laid her back down at the other end of the table where Susie was laying a short while ago. Susie arranged her so that she lay straight with her arms to her side. Looking down at Nikita letting her eye wander the length of the body of the former Black Dragon assassin, she had strong slender legs proportional to her short stature; her mound was shaved cleaned with a piercing through the middle of it, her stomach flat and firm, small round breast with pink nipples were proportional to her body and her beautiful face calm like she was asleep. Aside from the bruise around her neck one would think she was asleep. Susie the realized that Nikita still had her pig tails, she quickly unbraided them and then fanning out her shoulder length hair just as her was. Moving back down to the piercing on her mound Susie gently removed it so not to damage Nikita’s body.
“Don’t worry you took care of me, I’m not gonna hurt you.” Susie assured looking up at Nikita’s still face.
Nikita had a much lighter complexion than Susie but it was still dark out and they both had dark hair so she still had a good chance of fooling the other assassins. Leaning over Nikita’s face once more Susie passionately kissed her slack slips probing her tongue inside of her mouth. “Sweet dreams love.” She said as she moved Nikita’s limp hands up to cup her breasts just as how Susie’s hands were earlier on.
II. Two Down
Pichitra Anuwat the next girl up for watch came just in time as expected. Pichitra was from Thailand and was skilled close combat fighter. She was an expert in hand to hand combat and is very good with a knife. Pichitra was one the Black Dragon’s most feared assassins. Susie stood a couple of feet from the office door her hair in pig tails now like the late Nikita Sokolov. She was on the adjacent wall in the shadow of the dimly lit hallway lights her head looking down as she leaned against the wall hiding her face from the light. Pichitra appeared at the top of the stairs walking towards the office. She was dressed in black and moved very silently down the hall. Getting towards Susie she raised her hand up in acknowledgment, “Hey Nikita I’m here now you can go sleep.” Pichitra said in her thick accent walking pass Susie towards the office door.
She unlocked the door with a pair of keys from her pocket and entered the room, checking on the enemy before her watch. Susie crept silently behind her, it was a bit difficult due to the heels but she managed to get close enough for an attack. Pichitra did not even have to walk all the way up to the table to know it was no longer the intruder but Nikita who was laid out on the table.
“Holly ****…” She manage to say turning around and coming face to face with Susie.
Pichitra grabbed a knife from her tactical vest swung it at Susie. Susie catches Pichitra’s arm in mid flight as she swung the knife towards her and brought her knee up to Pichitra’s elbow knocking the knife out of her gloved hand. Susie still holding Pichitra’s arm bending it to her back swinging the Thai woman to stand in front of Susie. With her free arm Susie brings out the pen syringe just as the Thai assassin reaches back to counter. Susie quickly jams the syringe into Pichitra’s neck thumbing the sleep agent into her body.
Pichitra lets out an “ugh” before she goes limp.
Susie releases Pichitra’s limp body. She drops to her knees then pitches forward landing flat on her face. Quickly straddling over Pichitra’s back Susie leans forward and seizes the down assassin’s wind pipe within her elbow pit and squeezes until she hears the liquid crack the wind pipe breaking. Dropping the body back down Susie then closes the door before returning to Pichitra.
The feared Thai assassin Pichitra Anuwat now lay on her face dead with one arm twisted around on her back and the other arm slightly rose over her head. Susie took a deep breath and controlled her breathing as the adrenalin rush subsided. She then rolled Pichitra on to her back and grabbed her wrists and dragged her limp form further into the room to inspect it more closely. Susie moved her to the foot of the table where Nikita laid. She then stood up and looked down at her newest kill. Pichitra laid with both arms rose over her head and her legs crossed at the ankles. She wore all black. She had a black wool cap that covered her hair, a tight fitting SWAT style tactical vest covering a tight Under Armor long sleeve shirt, a pair of tight black military style trousers hugged her powerful legs, her feet covered with black thin track shoes and her hands covered by tight black leather gloves. Susie looked down at herself. The outfit that Nikita had worn was really not Susie’s style and was going to be difficult to sneak around in let alone fight in.
Looking over at the still Nikita cupping her round breasts with her hands, “Sorry your outfit won’t do for what I’m gonna do to your comrades.”
Susie removed Nikita’s lifeless body from the cloth covered table and moved her to an open corner in the office and sat her body leaning against the corner with her head hanging forward, her brown hair covering her face from view. She then lifted Pichitra’s limp body over her shoulder and laid her down where Nikita once laid. The black clad body of the Thai assassin now was laid out straight on the cloth covered table. Susie began to search the Thai assassins body probing her hand the through the pouches of the tactical vest and patting down the trousers pockets. She found some keys that’s about it nothing else really useable. The vest had some ninja stars, a couple of throwing knives and Sig Sauer pistol with its ammo and a silencer tip for it. Susie then started by untying the black thin track shoes and slipping those off her feet, Pichitra’s feet were cover by a sheer black nylon hosiery. Next Susie peeled of the tight leather gloves from each hand and then she pulled off the wool cap that covered Pichitra’s hair, which was short boy like hair but it was long enough to cover the women’s eyes. She then unzipped the tactical vest and sat the Thai women up and slipped it off her shoulders and limp arms. Putting the vest aside Susie moves down to the trousers and unbuttoned them and then starts to tug them down from Pichitra’s waist. Susie could see now that under the trousers Pichitra had on a pair of sheer black panties hose which covered her muscular legs. Susie moved up the Under Armor shirt, it was tight and she could see the nipples of Pichitra’s breasts through the shirt. Pulling the assassin’s limp body back up into a sitting position Susie worked the tight shirt of the Thai’s unresisting body. It took a while and some struggling but the tight shirt was now off Pichitra. The assassin was practically nude now she only had on her black panties hose which Susie was now peeling off of her hips and legs. It was much easier compared to the shirt and was off in no time.
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World Of Susie Yoshida
Fall Of Lady Shimizu Part II Continued
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Like Nikita, Pichitra was now completely nude. Pichitra had a fighter’s body it was much toned and bore several scars from previous battles. Her skin tone was tan a little darker than Susie but one could not tell with out looking for more than a minute. Her legs were powerful and very muscular a little thick for her short frame. Pichitra kept her woman hood neatly trimmed and well kept. Her abs are firm and muscular unlike Nikita which was just flat. Pichitra’s breasts were small and round but matched her body size. Susie flicked the nipples with her finger a couple times grinning to herself. This woman was perhaps one of the deadliest women in the world and she was now nude on a table with Susie flicking her bare nipples. Pichitra face was of a basic Asian woman’s face with key Asian features, high cheek bones, almond shaped eyes and a small nose. She was a cute woman, in the nude she actually looked normal and non lethal. Rolling the Thai women over at the waist and looking at the small of her back Susie noted the similar tattoo that Nikita bore. Grinning she rolled her back over.
“That’s two down.” Susie said aloud to herself as she began to unbutton the blouse that she had taken from Nikita. She was in no rush to change. It was at least another hour till the next girl showed up.
It took Susie about five minutes all together to change out of Nikita’s outfit and in to Pichitra’s. She had kept Nikita’s bra and panties only because Pichitra did not wear any and Susie wasn’t used to not wearing anything underneath. Nikita’s discarded outfit lay in heap in the corner of the room. Other than that she wore all of Pichitra’s clothing including the panties hose, which she thought felt really nice against her legs. Everything fit perfectly, being that Pichitra was about the same height of Susie. She now felt that she ready to do battle with the rest of her enemies. She had picked up the knife that was lost during the fight with Pichitra and replaced it the vest. She now had two hand guns, Pichitra’s Sig and Nikita’s Berretta. Susie had managed to wear the vest on along with the shoulder rig. She did a quick inventory of her ammo. Two spare clips for the Berretta and one clip for the Sig. Unbraiding her hair from the pig tails Susie then ties her long silky black hair into a tight bun and then dons on the wool cap covering the rest of her hair. Now from the back and if she was looking down she was a mirror image of the late Pichitra Anuwat. There was still about an hour or so left before the next girl showed so Susie decided to have some fun with her late captors.
She swung Pichitra’s powerful tan legs over side of the table so that they would hang off the side. Then lifting her up from under the shoulders she rotated her upper body to the opposite side of the table, Pichitra’s head now lulled backwards and hung off the table with her arms dangling limply towards the ground. Most of her upper body remained on the table making her breasts look bigger. Susie then went over to the corner and lifted Nikita over her shoulder and brought her over to the table. She then positions Nikita to the right of Pichitra in the exact same position.
With both women lying side by side now Susie could see a striking contrast between the two. First off their skin tones were different. Pichitra was an exotic tan while Nikita had an ivory tone. Nikita’s body was very girly and model like, Pichitra body was sexy as well but in a more athletic way she had more muscle mass than the Russian. Even though they were roughly the same height, Pichitra was a tad taller. Pichitra looked bigger than Nikita simply because of her muscles. Susie walked around the table admiring her handy work, both ladies looked very sexy in their sprawled out pose across the table. There was a mix of strong sexy fighter legs of the Thai assassin and strong dancer legs of the Russian. Their womanhood clearly presented to Susie along with their small but round breasts. She ran her gloved finger down the valley between Pichitra’s breasts. She was much impressed with the Thai assassin. Susie had heard stories of how dangerous and skilled she was through out Asia. Now the once dangerous assassin lay sprawled out nude in front of her, she lifted Pichitra’s limp arm up but the wrist and let it flop back down and swaying inertly. Never would anyone believe the feared Pichitra Anuwat would be lying naked in some warehouse being manipulated by her enemy. Susie decided to pose the two assassins a little more to pass the time more quickly.
She sat them both up into a sitting position letting their dead body weight support themselves. She then moved Nikita’s limp left arm across the back of Pichitra’s shoulders and Pichitra’s limp right arm across the shoulders of Nikita. Leaning their heads together Susie stepped back surveying the pose of the two once lethal assassins sitting naked embracing each other as buddies. Their sleep like face made them look innocent and cute. The next pose, Susie laid Nikita on her back with her lifeless arms over her head, her legs spread apart wide and hanging over the edge of the table. Pichitra was laid face down on top of her with her face over Nikita’s womanhood and her limp arms resting on Nikita’s bare thighs. Pichitra’s legs also spread wide and dangled off the edge of the table as well. She then Squeezed Pichitra’s cheeks together forcing her mouth open and then pulled her limp tongue out making it so it looked she was licking Nikita’s pussy. Stepping back Susie took in the scene, she enjoyed manipulating the two assassins and having full control of their limp bodies. Susie spent a little more time posing the two ladies before she hauled Nikita back to the corner where she sat her lifeless form once again with her head lulled forward over her breasts. She left Pichitra on the table since she was Asian and had a closer resemblance to herself than Nikita. Laying Pichitra out straight she moved her limp hands up to cup her small round breasts. She slicked back Pichitra’s short hair in order to better see her Asian features. From a far if someone to look into the room they would see a nude Asian woman lying on the table and might not realize it not to be Susie. Leaning over she gave the Thai assassin a soft kiss on the check.
“I be right back love, you just wait now you hear?” Susie said with a grin before turning and leaving the room.
III. Rogue Cop Bites the Dust
Helga Reinhart made her way across the lot from the strong hold and walked towards the storage warehouse to take her watch. It was almost dawn now and the sun had begun to creep up slowly over the horizon. A former GSG-9 agent turned rogue for money Helga was the tallest member of the Black Dragon Society standing at a 5’10 inches and she weighed about 140 lbs. Even though she was taller and weighed more than the other women she was very proportional. One could not tell she was really tall from photos until they actually met her in person. She had luscious wavy blonde hair that was tied back in a pony tail and was dressed in a dark wool turtle neck sweater, a pair of tight fitting blue jeans that hugged her long legs and finishing the outfit was a pair of black high heel boots. Around her body was three point harness and strapped to that was a UMP .45 sub machine gun. Strapped to her thigh was a Glock 17 pistol. The sub machine gun hung limply in front of her as she opened the door to the warehouse. Once inside of the warehouse she pulled a pack of cigarettes out from her back pocket along with the lighter. Withdrawing a cigarette from the pack she paused on the steps heading up to the second floor to light it. Once the cigarette was lit she continued on up the stairs and towards the office. She was halfway down the hallway when Susie jumped on to her back wrapping her legs around the taller woman’s waist, her left hand reaching around Helga’s head and clamping down over her mouth knocking the cigarette to the floor. Susie had been hiding under the stairs waiting for the tall Germen to pass and when she finally did, she then quietly stalked her down the hall. While Susie’s left hand moved to cover Helga’s mouth her right hand retrieved the same knife that Pichitra had used to attempt attack her with. Maneuvering the knife under Helga’s right arm which was like the left arm raised in attempt to pull the intruder off of her, Susie trust the sharp blade under the taller woman’s full right breast. Helga gasped and suddenly went limp crumbling to the floor on her side. Susie took a deep breath of relief. She thought Helga was going to be more difficult being a former GSG-9 operator. Those people don’t play but then again they were just cops.
Susie quickly got up out from under Helga pulling the knife out from under Helga’s breast and wiping it clean on the Helga’s sweater. She then quickly rolled the tall Germen assassin on to her back and dragged her body from under her arms down the rest of the hallway. Helga was a lot heavier than the other two women Susie had killed. Susie was really putting her weight into it as she dragged the tall limp frame down the hall. At the end of the hall she dropped the tall Germen down an caught her breath, she then quickly stepped over the Germen, standing over her chest. Leaning forward Susie took a deep breath and lifted the dead Germen up from under her arms on to the chair next to the office door. Helga sat limply on the chair, she was slouching, her head lulled forward with her arms jangling at her sides. Susie straighten her out the best she could, there wasn’t much she could do. The woman was dead after all. She got Helga to sit upright leaning back on the chair, her head resting backwards against the wall behind her, her hands were now cradling the UMP .45, and her long denim covered legs were crossed at the knees. Helga had died with her eyes opened. Her crystal blue eyes stared blankly forward as Susie adjusted her head to look forward. Finishing up the pose was the cigarette that she had lit before the struggle. Susie retrieved it from the floor. It was still lit and good. She then stuck it between Helga’s dead lips and patted her on the cheek. From a far Helga looked like she was still alive and on guard if anyone were to quickly looked down the hall.
Kissing Helga on the fore head Susie in her best Germen accent said, “I’ll be back.” She smiled to herself as she left Helga “sitting guard.”
IV. Training for Death
Day light was coming soon and Susie had to act quickly in order to be ready for the appointment with Christina Moretti at noon. Three of the assassins were now eliminated that left five left. From her recon three days ago Susie knew there was one more guard permanently posted out side the perimeter of the compound and either patrolled the perimeter of the compound on a motorcycle or stood watch at the guard post at the main entrance of the compound. The guard post was hidden from view from the back of the compound. The sentry could not see anything that happened in the rear of the compound. So it was safe for Susie to move as long as she stuck to the back. The compound itself was filled with warehouses most of them being dummies in order to trick enemies. Susie had figured out which ones were important through her recon. There was the storage warehouse where the assassins kept their vehicles and weapons. The next warehouse was where Susie was being kept and where the corpses of the three dead assassins were. Across the lot from that warehouse was the training center where the assassins spent most of their time training and fine tuning their killing techniques to an art. Finally there was the strong hold surround by dummy warehouses to protect it from sniper fire and foreign invaders. The strong hold was where the assassins slept and ate and was where Lady Shimizu and her second in command Madam Odell would be at this hour. Susie was pretty sure the remaining two assassins were in the training center located just across the lot.
Susie got to the door of the warehouse and opened it a crack to make sure there was no one around. As she opened the door she heard in the distant the sound of a motorcycle engine rev up and take off. Good, she thought to herself. The out side sentry was doing her patrol of the perimeter. Susie un-holstered Pichitra’s Sig and pulled back the slide, there was a round loaded in the chamber already. She let the slide slap forward and withdrew the silencer screwing it on the tip of the pistol. With the Sig at the ready Susie emerged from the warehouse and quietly made her way across the empty lot towards the training center. She reached it with no problem or contact from anyone. She could hear the whine and the motorcycle in the back ground as it circles the compound. Susie holstered the silenced Sig back as she opened the door to the training center and entered.
The training center was well lit and the room that Susie had entered was very brightly lit and had gym equipment lined up in rows. In the center of the room was a boxing ring and on the other side of it Susie could see more gym equipment mostly weights and punching bags. The room was empty though. Then from upstairs Susie heard a loud gun shot from a high caliber rifle. Looking up at the ceiling Susie figured that upstairs was the firing range and someone was up there or maybe both of the assassins. Susie whipped out the Sig once again and began to move around the gym equipment, she was going to clear the first floor before moving up stairs to make sure no one surprises her later. As Susie moved through the empty gym the loud gun shots continued upstairs. Reaching the back of the gym Susie heard running water. She followed the sound and it led her to the back shower room where she was welcomed by the naked body of women taking a shower. The woman was dark skin with long black hair slicked back by the water and soap. Her back was to Susie, and she could barely make out the mark of the Black Dragon at the small of the woman’s back due to her dark skin.
Jadi Ng, internationally known as the Malaysian Bomber, she is internationally wanted by many nations around the world for her notorious acts. The only problem is everyone thinks the Malaysian bomber is a male and member of a Islamic extremist group. When in actuality she is a 26 year old female who enjoys blowing people up for money and leaving her calling card, a Malaysian flag at the scene of her crimes. Jadi was in the process of shampooing her hair when she felt a presence behind her. Turning around with her eyes tightly shut she asks in her tiny cute voice, “Jovanna? Is that you?”
As Jadi turns around eyes still shut. Susie takes aim with the Sig and fires three silenced shots, two striking Jadi in chest on top of each breast and the last in the center of her fore head. Jadi tightly shut eyes relax as she flings her arms up in surprise and falls back against the wall behind her sliding down then slumping to her side. Susie walks up to and stands over the fallen Malaysian assassin with caution looking down with the Sig still aimed at her. She turns off the water and then nudges the body with her foot. Nothing, Jadi Ng was dead. Holstering the Sig back up Susie leans forward grabbing the bare ankles of the slain assassin and drags her lifeless body to the center of the shower room, her limp arms trailing. Jadi now lay in the center to shower room with her arms rose above her head with palms up, her wet hair in disarray under her head and her body straight with her toes canted outward. Susie stood over her and let her eyes wander the length of Jadi’s body. Jadi was a short woman being the roughly the same height of Nikita and Pichitra. Her legs were curvy due to her short stature, her womanhood cleanly shaven, her belly on the chubby side but was flat enough to be hidden under lose clothing, her breast were magnificently large and round a bit large for her short frame. They still looked great even with the clean bullet holes at the top of each. Jadi had a flawless round cute face, aside from the clean bullet wound in the center of her head. She had a small nose, full lips and almond eyes and looked young for her age. The sound of the loud gun shot from above snapped Susie from her train of thought as she drew the Sig once more and exited the shower room leaving the naked Malaysian behind.
Susie carefully navigated through the gym once more double checking to make sure she did not miss anything in her first sweep. It was clear and she proceeded slowly up the flight of stairs leading to the firing range. Susie move slowly and quietly up the stairs inching herself up the stairs staying close to wall to remain as much out of sight as she could. She got herself to a point on the stairs where she could observe most of the floor with out proceeding any further. The indoor shooting range was basically a large rectangle room with target boards at one end and a long work bench at the other end where you would shoot from. From where Susie was she could see that the left side of the room was clear. Moving slowly to the wall across Susie could now see the lone woman standing at center of the long work bench holding what looked to be an M-40 sniper rifle four other rifles were leaning up against the work bench at her side. The woman was a tan skinned and stood in yellow flip flops wearing a white tank top with green track shorts showing off her slender tan legs, her long black hair braided into a single thick braid falling to the small of her back. Moving back to the wall on the right she Susie inched up the rest of the stairs and quickly peeked around the corner to see if anyone else was behind the work bench. There was no one. Susie moved back down and out of view of the lone woman. She then holstered the Sig, this is where her Pichitra outfit gets tested. Susie was not about to go up there armed with a single hand gun while this lady had four high powered at her side. Her best bet was to sneak up the rest of the way and see if she could get in closer for an attack or something along those lines. Taking a deep breath Susie began walking casually up the stairs.
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World Of Susie Yoshida
Fall Of Lady Shimizu Part IV Continued
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Jovanna Rai the expert markswoman of the Black Dragon Society. Little is known about her, only that she is of Indian decent and is English educated. There were several rumors about her past saying that she was either a member of MI-6 or the KGB or possibly a terrorist cell group. One thing is certain though, she is very skilled with fire arms mainly high powered rifles. The assassinations that she is responsible for are countless, she would kill anyone if the price was right. She had been calibrating rifles into the early morning hours and was starting to feel exhausted. Most of them were done she just had the M-40 which she was almost done with. With the sights adjusted she took aim of the target board and fired. Bulls’ eye, Jovanna would fire one more shot to be certain of the rifles accuracy. After this she was going sleep for a couple hours. She had to be in Brussels the next night for a hit. As she cleared the breech working the bolt, making the empty casing of the 7.62 projectile falls to the ground and new one taking its place. Sensing a presence behind her she turns half way looking behind her with the rifle still pointing straight a head. In her peripheral vision she sees a black clad body of her comrade Pichitra Anuwat. However unknown to Jovanna her Comrade Pichitra was dead and stripped nude laying in the second floor of the storage warehouse with her limp hands cupping her bare breasts.
“I am almost done with the long guns. I do not think I would get to the side arms until I return from Brussels. I am so spent at the moment, you do understand do you? Jovanna asked in her British accent. Turning back around and bringing the M-40 back up to eye level. As she squeezed the trigger releasing the 7.62 round everything went black.
Susie had been relieved when Jovanna had turned to her side and identify her as the deceased Pichitra Anuwat. Her disguised had worked perfectly. From what Susie could see the Indian had a great hour glass body that was tan and athletic. The green track shorts did wonders for her tan slender legs cute round bottom just as the tank top with her perfect torso and smooth shoulders. Susie was standing a mere 10 feet from the Indian sniper when she unsheathe one of Pichitra’s throwing knives. Then with great force Susie aimed and launched the thin eight inch blade hurling towards the unsuspecting Indian. The blade impacted the back of Jovanna’s head impacting her skull and going into the brain killing the markswoman instantly.
The M-40 had fallen out of Jovanna’s hands and landed some where in front of the bench making a glass shattering sound as it’s fiber glass body broke. Jovanna had fell forward and now lay across the bench on her stomach with her bare tan arms out stretched out in front of her as if she was Superman flying through sky. Her bare legs hung off the edge of the table stiffly, her feet were now bare she had kicked off her flip flops as she went over the bench. Jovanna’s light colored soles now pointed at Susie with her toes pointing towards the floor. Walking up to the work bench Susie saw the high powered rifles leaning next to the work bench. They included a PGS-1, a SR-25, a Dragunov, and a L96 all using the same 7.62 round. Going through the rifles, Susie cursed under her breath to find that they were all empty.
“Oh well, I got you love.” Susie said with a smile looking over at the loving corpse of Jovanna Rai.
Susie moved behind the Jovanna taking off her leather glove and rubbing the smooth legs. They were smooth as a baby’s bottom she thought to herself licking her lips. Her hand wandered north over the short green track shorts where she then rubbed and smacked Jovanna’s lovely round bottom. Lifting the bottom end of Jovanna’s tank top up, Susie smiled to herself seeing the familiar tattoo at the small the dead Indian’s back. Susie then hauled the surprisingly light assassin’s limp form to the ground, she kept Jovanna face down in order to inspect the knife wound. Kneeling down next to the Indian Susie could see that seventy-five percent of the blade had dug it self through Jovanna’s thick black hair and into her skull. The good thing was her thick black hair was going to hide the wound. The bad part was that it was really in there, Susie pulled on the handle of the blade and lifted Jovanna’s head as she pulled. She then stood up putting her foot on the back of Jovanna’s bare neck and reached down and pulled the knife came out almost making Susie fall back and making sickening popping sound. Kneeling back down and wiping the blade on the back of the dead Indian’s tank top, Susie then began to unwove Jovanna’s long black hair straightening it out. Susie then rolled the lifeless body of the fallen assassin on to her back revealing Jovanna’s face. Susie was taken back by it. High cheek bones, a small sharp nose, thin sexy lips and a clear tan complexion worked together making the gorgeous prefect face. Jovanna looked as if she was asleep Susie thought turning the dead Indian’s head from side to side examining flawless face. Looking down at the thin tank top Susie could see Jovanna’s nipples from her large round breasts from the thin fabric’s surface. Moving her hands over the breasts she fondles them through the fabric. She then gets an idea, picking up the freshly cleaned throwing knife she begins to cut down the middle of the tank top and then the middle of the green short track shorts as well. Jovanna now lay nude with the remnants of her cut clothes under her. Her body lay straight with her tan arms rose over her head, her slender smooth tan legs crossed the ankles. Jovanna’s tan figure was the best Susie has seen all day. It was truly the body of a Goddess, perfect large tan round breast, a flat inviting stomach, and a shaved mound. Licking her lips with delight Susie withdrew the Sig and left the nude Indian to continue her preparation for Christina Moretti. With the majority of the Black Dragon Society now dead, there were only three members left, and one of which still remained on guard. Susie returned to the warehouse to take care of some unfinished business.
V. Defenseless
Susie checked the UMP 45. It only had one clip with it that had only 30 rounds, she would have to save it and use it later. The gun had no silencer on it so it would be too noisy to use any how. She put the sub machine gun down on to the cloth table where Helga’s Glock 17 laid un-holstered with the slide pulled back some other lose items were on the table as well. The Glock only had 17 rounds including one in the chamber and no silencer as well. Susie decided to save these weapons for later she was surely gonna need them. Retrieving a cigarette from a pack and a lighter also on the cloth table Susie lit it and began to smoke thinking of her next move. She had moved Pichitra’s limp form off the table to the ground. The Thai assassin now lay sprawled out on the dirty tiled floor. Next to her was a nude Helga Reinhart, Susie had dragged the limp tall Germen into the office and stripped her of all her clothes which now laid in the same corner a top Nikita’s clothes. Helga was a giant compared to the other two women all her features were bigger than the other two, bigger breasts, longer legs and arms. Like Pichitra, Helga was sprawled out length wise with her arms at her sides and bare her legs straight her luscious long wavy blond hair was out of the pony tail now and fanned out around her head. Her striking crystal blue eyes remained opened staring up at the ceiling blankly. Her lips were parted a crack showing white teeth underneath. Her full large round breasts which were once bonded by blue bra were now free with her pink nipples standing erect. Under the right breast was a small red cut made by the knife, Susie had wipe the blood clean with Helga’s sweater, the sweater had absorbed most of the blood in the first place so there was not that much to clean. Her abs was firm and muscular. Helga’s mound was cleanly shaven as well. She also bore the identical marking of the Black Dragon Society on the small of her back. Finishing the cigarette and flicking it away Susie left the office leaving the three dead naked assassins.
With the Sig out at the ready Susie moved from warehouse to warehouse very quickly keeping close the walls and out of sight of the strong hold as she made her way to the front guard post. The sun was just rising now and day light was fast approaching Susie had to take out the final sentry in order to render the compound defenseless. The final sentry was a young girl named Katrina Diaz. She was the youngest of the bunch being only 18 years old but by far not the least deadly. Katrina being young was messy and sometimes careless. She would kill her targets with any kind of weapons, from simple poisons to large explosives. She was ultra violent and ruthless and loved to kill. Susie was a good thirty yards from the main gate when she ducked around the corner of an abandon warehouse one of the many dummies of the compound to conceal herself. Peeking around the corner Susie saw a person approaching her leaving the guard post. It was not Katrina though it was Daisuke Yama****a, the only male on the compound. He was roughly 22 years old and was dress in a dirty white t-shirt and a pair of faded jeans littered with holes. Daisuke’s father had testified against a client of Lady Shimizu and soon paid the ultimate price. Lady Shimizu had sent Katrina out to kill Daisuke’s father. She however killed the whole family since they were all together. She had let Daisuke live only because she ran out of bullets and was too lazy to stab him. He now serves as her personal slave, the price of her sparing his life.
Daisuke was coming from the guard post, most likely bringing his master something. He moved like a man with a broken spirit, he wasn’t really paying attention to his surrounding as he headed toward the strong hold. Susie waited till he had passed her before she flipped the Sig upside down and using the pistol grip as a weapon she pistol whipped the young man at the based of the skull. He crumpled to the pavement almost immediately. Quickly moving Susie holstered the Sig and reached out grabbing Daisuke by his t-shirt she quickly dragged him into the shelter of the corner. Then peeking back around the corner to see if anyone heard or saw anything, the coast was clear. Going back over to Daisuke Susie quickly padded him down looking for anything of use. All she found was a pair of keys. The man had nothing else, just a dirty white t-shirt that was stretched out now due to Susie dragging him, a pair of messed up faded jeans and a pair of sandals which covered his dirty feet. He was really dirty and smelled of sweat and trash. His hair was long and wild his young face was covered by a beard. Susie was going to need help later but could she trust him? She would have to find out later she had to take out Katrina. Using Pichitra’s knife Susie cut the dirty t-shirt into strips and bounded Daisuke’s hands and ankles. She also gagged him as well to make sure he didn’t scream out. Dragging his limp form against the corner concealing him from view Susie stepped back out into the open and headed towards the guard post.
Katrina Diaz was standing outside the guard post next to her motor cycle with her gloved hands behind her back. She was dressed in all black motor cycle leather, jacket, trousers and boots. She wore a tight fitting tactical vest over her leather jacket. A modified M-4 hung limply in front of her suspended by a harness attached to her vest. She stood looking forward at the main road leading into the compound. Katrina was half Puerto Rican and half African. She had light skin and high check bones with the body of a dancer. Her long brown hair was braided and fell just shy of the small of her back. Most people would have passed her as an exotic dancer not knowing what her actual trade was. Katrina sensed some one coming up behind her. Turning around she saw Pichitra crossing the pavement looking down playing with one of her throwing knives as she walked towards the guard post. Katrina smiled to herself and waved at whom she thought was Pichitra, who was actually dead for a couple of hours now. She then went into the guard post detaching the M-4 from her vest and placing it on the guard post desk where he black tinted helmet was as well. Katrina stretched quickly as she moved back outside. Her and Pichitra had been in a hand to hand combat duel the score was two one Pichitra was leading. It was time for her even out the score.
