Sentry stories: A Night to Remember by Siamfuentes1987

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Sentry stories: A Night to Remember
By: Arthur…

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It has been many month since the last attack, it so cold and boring at base tonight. I hate having to watch over these newbies. The new batch of sentries are rather young and dumb; I don't like them. All they want is either to fuck each other, get really drunk or just sleep. They do a piss poor job and I get yelled at. They are always making a mess and on top of that they call me old lady! I'm fucking 24 years old! I'm in the prime of my life...its why I haven't even slept with any of these women; they are so damn annoying with their stupid ass remarks, their dumb questions, the horrible messes they make and whining of when can they get off their shift. I wish some agent would come and just get rid of them all so I can we can get a new batch of girls; wish there was a Black or Hispanic girl in the batch. Hell I would do it myself, but I know the Red Baroness would not be pleased, she'd have me dead.
My hands are freezing and there is nothing going on tonight. To stop myself from falling asleep while on duty I often recall the events that took place last month and warms me up just right. She was some agent with long blonde hair, beautiful pink lips, a finely shaped young face, fit hour glass shape, black latex body suit, black boot heels, black latex gloves, with pale skin and sunglasses. I did not know her name and I barely cared for what information she had because she had none. She was only armed with basic tools to infiltrate barriers and a usb stick to steal our information and implant viruses to destroy data. She had chloroform, a rag, rope and a knife which was barely used because of how sharp and finely the light shone off of it. What stood out to me was her gun. This weapon took out my co-sentries. As I examined the gun I check the clip to see what kind of bullets were used and why there wasn't a bloody mess everywhere. The unfortunate ones were shot with a thin needle like bullet that exactly pierced their heart. When I examined a fallen comrade closely I would have to strip them to their underwear to find a small red that symbolized the entry point; I’m surprised at the how clean and quickly the wound clotted up. It surely made up for the blonde agent lack of stealth, with the black heel boots that let us know her location; she was an amateur at best. But no matter what I thought of her skill she did take down my co-sentries all quiet like. I remembered how they looked, peaceful and some were still warm, very fresh kills. I laugh to myself at how poorly the bodies were either stripped down. The blonde agent definitely didn’t care and left most girls either in their underwear or with their pants only on, or she had taken off their tops off.
I mean I would enjoy my time with the kills and pride myself with my defeated foe. I'd take my time to examine them. Feel up their body looking for anything that could be of use and then when I realized nobody would find us I'd drag her off for a closer...a more private examination. I would not leave them dead on the floor for other sentries to stumble upon and alert suspicion like the blonde agent did. It would be a very intimate time. My prize and I and the thrall of excitement that would overcome my body as my fingers yearned to feel the slightly warm body; still fresh, still limp and still malleable. I'd first check her pulse to be certain she is no longer with us. Then I'd peck her a bit. I'd kiss her cheeks, her neck and her lips and force the slack lips to part open a bit after I moved my lips from hers. I'd then whisper into her ear that I am sorry for what I had to do but it was my job. Then the best part would follow; the examination. I'd rip open her shirt, no real sentry or agent keeps anything of use in there. I would then work my way to her cooling chest. Her erect nipples trying to force their way out from the bra and waiting for my hands to touch them and “look” for intel. I'd slide my hand in the cup and play with the nipples as my mouth salivates and yearns to lick and taste them. I'd then work off her pants as fast as I possibility could in a very rough manner; as if I wanted her sweet rose. I'd watch her breast giggle in their confined prison as they miss the touch of my live hands. I'd take of her pants down to her knees because I know it would be rather irritating with the boots in my way. My attention would be drawn to them. They would be quickly taken off and I would gain a tight warmness in my lower body as I lift her legs up, take off her boots and watch her limp legs fall down as I let them drop. The pants would come off and I'd crawl on all fours over her and examine her. Here is where she would hide most of her vital information. She would be turned over and her ass would jiggle in her panties. First the bra and then the panties and then the socks. They have to be in either of the three. If not then it gets interesting. I'd finger her and feel the wet and warmness that still lingered inside as if she was still alive and I would probably find it. These are the spots I used to hide my information. Nowadays I usually give it to a lower ranked sentry to make them feel important. I always end up getting it back from rival agents; Heh, I wonder why.
I wish I got to enjoy the blonde more...I was able to enjoy her large breasts and steal many kisses from her slack lips that stay parted. I remember my team provided a distraction so I could sneak up behind her all quiet like and snap her neck. I was able to do so as my hands quickly twisted her neck and killed her instantly with a clean and loud crack. She was too busy shooting and killing my fellow sentries who let out cries as they fell with a thud to the ground. I remember the moment I took my foe down. It was a crack and then a slight moan and as she fell limply into my arms as I caressed her. I could tell she was dead in my arms as her head bobbled a bit in a broken manner and laid upon her right breast ever so comfortably. Her sunglasses fell off her face and I could see her slightly open eyes that blankly stared at the ground. I laid her down gently as I went to go see what had happened to my fellow sentry girls. All of them were dead upon each other in neat little piles. Most were each other’s lovers and went to their aid without thinking. There was a blonde named Christina, who had a finely tone ass which looked bigger in her gray cargo pants. She had wide hips like me and she was fit like most of the other girls. She had her face in the crotch of her red headed freckle faced lover. Her glasses were slanted and only hung off her right ear. She looked peaceful as the bullet penetrated her large breasts that seem to yearn to escape the confinements of her white tanktop and tan bra. I checked both their pulses, still warm but very dead. I had to examine their bodies quickly and stripped them down to fine the wound that killed them. Nothing, I assume all heart shots because of the red dots that were found upon their breasts.
I quickly moved on to the next two girls and these two I knew very personally. The black girl was a friend with benefits. Tira Nanka was from South Africa and had a caramel skin that drove me wild. She was fairly well toned and had a great model like figure and did she have an ass that she enjoyed to wiggle in front of all the other girls; she was a flirt. When I saw her I clenched my legs and my panties got wet. We would have such passionate love making that it was a shame she was dead, I told her not to come out of cover, but she was never one to listen. She kept her natural hair and tied it up with a long black bandana. Her eyes were closed but she the biggest brown eyes that I have ever seen, they always memorized me and left me lovestruck. Her nose was small and petite but slightly wide at her nostrils. Her big and kissable lips that always brought me to a climax were closed. Besides her stealing a final kiss on her caramel cheeks was Serena del Cruz, my other love interest. We were known as the three Amigas in last batch of girls. We three has survived at least three attempts on the Red Baroness' Base. Serena del Cruz probably had an ass to rival Tira and definitely had the best breasts and naval around. She always wore clothes that exposed her finely tone naval. Her tanned skin was like the perfect tone of brown that I have ever seen. It made me horny for many days when I thought about her. Her eyes were light brown and long and seductive. She had a beauty mark on her right cheek and on both of her breast near the nipple, I would know. Even though we were all close we could never agree on who should get who. Oh could she flare up into an attitude and begin to move her head left and right with her sharp nose in the air. She'd bite her tongue and then you knew it was on. I find it funny that she laid next to Tira with her lips upon her, her head slightly titled in my way. Her eyes were closed but I knew she was looking at me to say, “Hey, I told you I was always gonna steal her last kiss amiga.” Oh how I envied she was right and how I was going to miss her lips upon me. I split them up and laid them side by side. Still very warm and I was very horny. I resisted my urges and just ravished them instead of checking their vitals but I had to stop myself and it was hard. My heart sunk as I held a tear back and went to go see the Twins.
The Twins were from the Nordic region of Europe, I think Finland, I could be wrong. The only issue we all had was their heavy accents made understanding them difficult at times. They were very curvy and tall and I definitely knew they would be the first to take a bullet in a gun fight because of how inexperienced they were. They were mostly good at just standing guard and I barely knew them, not enough to remember their names at this point and time. They were twin sisters with pale skin and fairly bright blonde hair. Their eyes were closed but I knew they had beautiful round sky blue eyes and thin rosy pink lips and a long model like face and body. Their arms were on each other as one of the sisters hand her in the shirt of her dead sister. She was probably checking to see where she was shot and ended up being taken out for it. The sister on top had her ass up in the air and she did have a cute butt. I could see her blue satin panties peeking out from her cargo pants which she worn without a belt. I wanted to see if they matched their bra panties as they did their hair and nails. They made it a statement that everyone know they were twins, and it was annoying at times because of how hard they were trying to push that point across. They were very close to each other and they didn't hook up with other girls as much, only every once and a while. I didn't knock boots with them or really get to know them, it was a shame they were rather cute looking. I pushed over the twin with her butt in the air and she slumped down in a rather slow and limp manner on her side as her lips were slightly parted, her hand slide across her sister's chest and resting upon her other breast. As I went to strip the sister who was on the bottom I noticed that her sister's hand that rested upon her chest had blue polish nails on her long fingers. They were very well manicured and her hand was very soft and warm, it was as if she was just sleeping, but of course no pulse. I just ripped off her clothes pretty crudely and without disregard and she had blue underneath. Her bra was probably size C and it was a very fine material with many flowery designs; the same with the panties that were tight around her crotch. I didn't have time to strip the other; I had already known they were both matching. I ran back over to my kill when I realized that I was the only one that made it through.
I had to make sure and that's how I discovered all the poorly hidden girls who weren't well examined. But to be honest it was exciting because I knew I would be undisturbed and could enjoy my kill and also the potential of new girls coming in; and looked how that turned out. I went back to my blonde foe before as quickly as I could because I knew the Red Baroness’ cleanup crew would soon arrive to gather the dead bodies store them and sell them off for those who desired them. On the way back I passed by my amigas. It stopped me in my tracks as I looked at them. I knew this would be the last time I would see them. It was then I went back to them and grabbed my Spanish lover and then returned back for my Black lover and took them to enjoy one last time. What followed could be summed up as utter and bliss. Climax after climax with their hands and mines. Their bodies which brought me pleasure did so one last time. I know it is weird and even creepy but...my sexual inhibitions feasted upon my lovers and defeated foe, it was untamed. I lay there, my olive skin nude skin, my finely toned body and wide hips a bare, my D sized breast exposed with still erect pink nipples, sweating and breathing heavily as my body twitched slightly from the many toe curling orgasms. The girls all laid peacefully and even though I knew I would never enjoy the company of my lovers or this agent I just laid there. I would be a shame that someone would be able to buy and enjoy them. It was then that I promised I would not forget...especially on boring nights such as this...gosh I wish something would happen. I wish I could get outta here and this could be over...so boring...-snap-...ugh...huuuh... -thud-

...Who...got me...they're feeling up on my still fresh body and enjoying me...I have no information, one of the other bitches has it...I can't move...I can't believe I've been taken out..on this boring and cold night...