Dead on Arrival (A Request by Dummy 76)

[Stormtrooper1990]

This little one shot is a request for Dummy 76, it is based on a story concept we discussed today, about a female terrorist infiltrating a military hospital to assassinate a traitor. Here we have Irene Brannigan former US Army Ranger, now a member of the domestic terror group America First. She as been tasked with assassinating Samuel Hart, a traitor to the movement who as already survived one attempt on his life. He is currently being treated in the Medical Centre at Fort Bragg. In order to infiltrate the hospital, Irene must first acquire a uniform from a military nurse....



Irene Brannigan felt the rhythm of the beat flow through her body as she danced, trying to ensnare the pretty Army nurse who was already shooting her looks, checking out her slim athletic figure, as she swayed to the music on the dance floor of the Fusion Lounge. Irene had high cheekbones, with angled features and almond shaped blue eyes. Framed by shoulder length auburn hair, parted down the middle. She was dressed this evening in a white tank top, which showed off her toned forearms, shoulders and firm C-cup breasts, with tight denim hot pants that showed off her tight pert ass. All the better to snare her prey with. As she shot the nurse another suggestive glance, Irene reflected on her mission. At 25 Irene was an ex Army Ranger sniper Specialist, she had been dishonourably discharged from the military following several counts of sexual misconduct and an unwillingness to follow orders. Directionless and resorting to petty crime, Irene was recruited by the far right militia America First, it was they who gave her a new lease for live and a new enemy. Irene blamed the federal government for dumping her on the scrapheap, it was they who had thrown her under the bus leaving her with no prospects for life out of the service. The federals had taught her to kill, and Irene was more then happy to return the favour in kind. This young army nurse being the first of many. Irene was tasked with assassinating Samuel Hart, a traitor to the movement who was currently convalescing in the medical centre at Fort Bragg. In order to infiltrate the hospital, she needed a the uniform of an Army nurse which was were the young woman she was seducing came in. As she saw the young nurse get up from her table and approach her, Irene appraised her. She was around Irene's age with shallow cheekbones rounded features and big brown eyes, her brown hair done up in a sensible bun, with small looped earrings inserted in her lobes. The nurse was very pretty, it was a shame she had to die..almost thought Irene. Her uniform consisted of a tight short sleeve white blouse that emphasised her C-cup breasts cinched at the collar with a black ribbon tie, her nurses badge pinned above her nameplate which read " Connors" on her left breast. The single silver bar on her shoulder epaulettes marked her as a lieutenant. A black skirt that came just above her knees, with black pumps on her small feet. Good thought Irene she hated fucking officers and she wouldn't feel any regret in killing her. Irene smiled as the nurse came over, like a spider that had just caught the fly.



" Hey beautiful, I don't think I have seen you in here before. What's your name?" Said the nurse as she started to gyrate in front of her. Irene got closer to her, making sure the nurse got a good look at her cleavage. " Irene, darling. What's your name? Lt Conners?" She replied her eyes tracing the shape of the woman's breasts under her uniform, as she glanced at her name plate. " My name's Vanessa. I must admit you are the most prettiest girl in here, and you dance so well." Irene get closer to Vanessa, brushing her lips against Vanessa as they gyrated to the beat, grinding against each other. " You know I have a thing for hot women in uniform." Vanessa let a small gasp of desire as Irene caressed her forearm. " I have a weakness for gorgeous southern redheads. Where are you from, honey?" Asked Vanessa, her voice husky from desire. " Born and bred in the Carolinas, South actually. Do you want to grab a drink? I can show you some of our famous Southern hospitality to a sweet California girl, and see where the night takes us." Vanessa lent in and passionately kissed Irene on the lips, which Irene returned with gusto. "How about we just skip drinks, and you can skip straight to the hospitality instead." Said Vanessa as she pulled out, caressing Irene's bared shoulders. Irene smiled, the Nurse was really gagging for it. " We can go back to my place. It's not far away from the club. Unless your base approves of you bringing your lovers onsite." She teased. Vanessa laughed, it was a sweet melodious sound. "Your place would probably be for the best. We can take my car, it's parked just outside." Vanessa looped her uniform jacket over her shoulder as she took Irene's hand in hers leading her out of the club.


It only took the two women 30 miutes to drive to Irene's flat, which served as an America First safe house. As they they passionately kissed each other, taking off each others clothes, Vanessa couldn't believe her luck. She had gone down to the Fusion Lounge to drown her broken heart, but instead had found a beautiful redhead to help her forget Elizabeth. Now both completely naked, Irene pushed the naked Vanessa onto her bed allowing the nurse to get a full view of her toned naked body, her well rounded C-cup breasts with full roundel shaped red areolas and perky breasts with a full pink vulva crowned with a trimmed strip of dark red pubic hair. Vanessa tore out her scrunchie, letting her long brown locks flow around her bare shoulders, as Irene straddled her gently kissing her lips and massaging her breasts Vanessa began to let out low moans of desire, her hands massaging the redheads ass, as Irene's left hand travelled down to her vagina gently rubbing her labia, while her right hand reached for her throat. So distracted was she while in the throes of passion, Vanessa didn't notice the right hand close around her slender throat like a vice, cutting off her blood and oxygen, she panicked as Irene gently squeezed her throat. Vanessa kicked out her legs, struggling to throw Irene off but it was to no avail, as Irene brought her second hand from between Vanessa's legs pausing to lick Vanessa's juices from them, as she clamped her second hand around her throat. Vanessa was choking, her hands gripping Irene's wrists, fighting for breath and kicking her legs in fear, but she felt her consciousness fade as her struggles grew weaker and weaker. Her arms fell limply from Irene's wrists, landing outstretched on the bed, as she gave out a long last rattle of breath. The final thing Vanessa heard before she died was the sound of her hyoid bone breaking, as she stared into the cold eyes of her killer, Irene.


Irene panted with both adrenaline and sexual desire as she had an orgasm while strangling Vanessa, she straddled the naked corpse of her victim as she collected herself. "If it's any consolation darling, you tasted fucking good." She said as she licked the rest of Vanessa's juices from her fingers, admiring the slim attractive body of the former nurse, taking in the brunettes buoyant slightly pointed C-cup breasts with circular dark pink areolas and slim trimmed clit crowned with a small strip of brown pubic hair. " You certainly have taken great care of your body, Vanessa." Smirked Irene as she took some time to fondle the dead girl's breasts with her left hand, appreciating the soft firmness and perky nipples and her small womanhood, her right hand caressing her pubic hair and folds of her labia. After a couple of minutes, Irene turned the corpse onto her side caressing the dead nurses soft pert peach shaped ass. " A sweet ass as well, Vanessa. You can bounce a nickel off that." Before she got too aroused, Irene rolled the naked corpse back onto her front and removed the dead woman's jewellery taking her earrings, heart shaped necklace and dress watch from her left wrist. When she was finished, Irene searched around for Vanessa's underwear once she had found her white floral lace thong Irene pulled them up over between her legs. After she had found Vanessa's matching bra clasping it on, Irene got dressed in the rest of Vanessa's uniform, admiring the naked corpse of her victim. After pulling on Vanessa's uniform jacket, and coping her style using her scrunchie, Irene picked up her phone. " Command, this is Black Widow. The nurse as been neutralised and disguise acquired, need a clean-up crew to my location, ASAP. To dispose of the evidence, over." The female voice on the other end of the line answered. " Copy, Black Widow. team will be onsite to take care of it. Proceed with your mission over." Irene hung up her phone putting it into Vanessa's handbag looping it over her shoulder. "Sorry, darling. But this is life. Thanks for the quick fuck." Irene blew Vanessa one final kiss, as she closed the bedroom door on her naked corpse sprawled on the bed.


The next morning


Using Vanessa's uniform and credentials, Irene was able to get into Fort Bragg's medical centre without much fuss. She felt a feeling of empowerment wearing the dead lieutenant's uniform, in the Rangers Irene only topped out at Specialist and had always resented officers. How they treated the lesser ranks with disdain, with their overblown sense of entitlement, Irene felt only joy when she has squeezed the life out of Lt Vanessa Conners. Sure she was a looker, but still a fucking stuck up officer and one less officer in the world was a good thing. Focusing her mind back on mission, Irene had remembered from her briefing that Hart was in room 325, a room on the second floor opposite a guard tower. The plan was to use Vanessa's uniform to infiltrate Hart's room, and spike his IV line with oxygen, making his death look like he had died from his wounds. Irene made her way to the third floor dispensary, using Vanessa's key card, helping herself to an empty syringe. After she pocketed the needle into her stolen skirt, Irene left the dispensary and proceeded to room 325. When she arrived she found two soldiers standing guard outside, one male the other female, both were dressed in matching digital woodland camouflage fatigues, with their names on their left breast and "US ARMY on the right. The symbol of the 82nd Airborne stitched on their left shoulders, with black MP patches on their left shoulder, beige combat boots on their feet and a matching military cap perched on their heads. Under their jacket they wore an olive green undershirt. They fixed Irene with a cold stare, then finally saluted her. Irene approached the pretty female soldier, a corporal judging by the strips on her chest and hat, her name was Powalski according to her uniform. " Excuse me Corporal, I need to check on the patient." The corporal shook her head. "Sorry, Lieutenant no can do. Lieutenant Williams as forbidden any body from entering his room, until she as finished questioning him. And it looks like she will be quite a while. You can come back in an hour. Otherwise you will have to wait." The corporal flashed her a sympathetic smile as both MP's gave her a quick salute. Irene returned both as she turned on her heel and left the floor. Damn it, thought Irene, so much for Plan A. She needed to come up with a Plan B and fast. As she exited the hospital, Irene had a sudden brain wave, the guard tower opposite the targets window. If she was lucky, there would be a female sentry in the tower with both a rifle and a uniform for her. Smiling Irene made her way to the Southern guard tower.


Private Angel Rivera was bored when she had emigrated from the Philippines to America and enlisted in the 82nd Airborne she had expected action, flocks of pretty girls coming to her to admire her uniform, and maybe see the world. Instead she was stuck in this stupid tower, with only her suppressed M14 EBR rifle for company. At 21, Angel was a looker with slender cheekbones heart shaped features and almond shaped brown eyes, with beautiful tanned skin that sent many pretty white girls her way. Her long black hair done up in a long braided ponytail. She was dressed in matching digital woodland fatigues, jacket and combat trousers with beige combat boots. Her name stenciled on her left breast and US ARMY on the right, her rank displayed on her chest matched that on her matching military cap perched on her head. Underwhich she wore an olive green undershirt, standard issue black crop vest and matching hipster shorts. Angel shifted uncomfortably under her beige tactical vest, with spare ammo for her M14 EBR suppressed rifle on her chest. She felt hot under the fucking thing, and wished she could just take it off. Angel yawned she decided to take out her phone to snap a picture of herself to send to her girlfriend, much to allieviate her boredom as much as anything else. As she took out her phone Angel felt a hand cover her mouth, before she could utter a sound, she felt her head jerking to the right. The last thing Private Angel Rivera heard in her life was the sickening crack of her neck breaking, as she slumped dead in her killers arm's.



As Irene lowered the dead sentry, propping the corpse up against the wall of the guard tower, she took a quick glance. Her trained snipers eye told her that,she had a clear shot of both this Lt Williams and Hart as the woman sat talking to Hart. Perfect, she thought two targets one bullet another dead officer. Wasting no time, Irene began to strip the dead sentry whose name was "Rivera" according to her tactical vest, a very pretty Filipino girl. Irene stripped quickly out of Vanessa's uniform, but elected to keep the nurses underwear and jewellery, they were a good fit and it felt good to have something of her victims as souvenirs. It didn't take Irene long to remove Pvt Rivera's hat, boots, and tactical vest, moving on to the jacket she unbuttoned it, slipping off the dead privates shoulders. Holding the girl's arms up, Irene pulled the undershirt over her head exposing the soldiers sheer black crop vest, her B-cup nipples straining against the thin fabric. Feeling her nipples prick, and a fire in her loins Irene pulled on the stolen undershirt, then unbuttoned the dead woman's combat trousers, working them off her shapely hips and peeling them down her long divine tanned legs. As she got dressed in the dead privates uniform, Irene took a moment to take in the sight of the dead private, slumped against the inside wall of the guard tower clad only in her black standard issue vest and hipster shorts. The Filipino was very beautiful, with a tanned slim athletic body, one that attracted her. " Forgive me, Private Rivera. I had no beef with you, but you had something I needed. But know this you have died for a higher purpose." Irene said to the dead woman, as she turned and shouldered the rifle, pointing it at the window straight at the back of Lt Williams head, Irene flicked off the safety. Irene felt complete as she held the M14 EBR in her hands, it felt like she was holding a long lost lover who had just returned from a 6 month tour. It was her rifle when she was in the Rangers. Irene gently sighted the scope, making minute adjustments to adjust for wind. As she laid the cross hairs over Lt Williams head, "This is my rifle." Irene said taking a deep breath to steady her aim. One finger twitch on the trigger. Time seemed to slow as she watched the bullet bore a hole through the window, then it tore through the head of Lt Williams, showering Hart with her blood, brains and bone a spilt second before the bullet entered his right eye. He was dead before he knew it. "This is my gun." Irene said as she exhaled, seeing the corpse of Lt Williams fall sideways out of her chair through her scope. Wasting no time, Irine shouldered the rifle and slid down the guard tower ladder, leaving the underwear clad corpse of Private Angel Rivera behind.


The lack of panic around the base had told Irine that no-one had discovered the bodies she had left behind. Not one to rest on her laurels, Irene retrieved her phone from Vanessa's handbag and using her stolen uniform climbed into a parked hummer, stashing her stolen M14 rifle in the trunk. Lucky for Irene the keys were already in the ignition, she turned on the engine putting the Hummer into gear, and made her way off the base. When she was safely away, she pulled over and made the call. "Command, Black Widow reporting. Target as been neutralised, plan A was a no go had to resort to plan B. Two cases of collateral damage, I had to acquire another disguise, over." She could hear the smile in the female's voice. " Roger Black Widow, don't worry about it. All that matters is that Harts betrayal as been repaid. Come on home, Black Widow. Command out." Irene smiled as she hung up the phone secreting it into her pocket. She switched the engine back on, and put the Hummer into gear driving down the long lonely road back home.

[simon4242]

not a fan of lethal nevertheless beautifully written stormzy ,maybe this terrorist organization could b e a future target of the SI would be cool if 94 or miranda went up against irene

[Stormtrooper1990]

not a fan of lethal nevertheless beautifully written stormzy ,maybe this terrorist organization could b e a future target of the SI would be cool if 94 or miranda went up against irene

Thank you Simon, it could be. I have several ideas for Season 4. This could be one, or perhaps set it in Hong-Kong. Either way 94 will return, with a new non-lethal outlook, as a member of the team.


I'am glad you enjoyed the story, despite it being lethal.

[simon4242]

i can picture the two sisters of si against ex military in america first ,dont forget containment breach

[Stormtrooper1990]

i can picture the two sisters of si against ex military in america first ,dont forget containment breach

I know Containment Breach as been on hiatus for too long. I might end it on four or five, with S'thena running amok on the army base. I was thinking of something like this, as S'thena enters the base disguised as the DoHSS agent. The soldiers get a call, saying that Agent Sanders has been found dead. S'thena her cover blown, promptly slaughters the soldiers and escapes into the base ventilation.causing a base lockdown. She finds a new identity, by murdering an officer while she's in the shower and taking the woman's appearance and uniform, then makes her way underground to find the Area 51 UFO, with Iona and Shelley in hot pursuit.

I was thinking that, Iona and Shelley arrive just as S'thena takes off in the UFO. But as it's 70 years old, she crashes it in the desert and gets captured by the DoHSS. While Iona and Shelley, escape the base. Mugging two civilians for their clothes and car, and later ending chapter 4 with a xenophilic sex scene between Iona and Shelley.

Chapter 5 will be S'thena, escaping from her custody. Then trying to find a way, to signal the K'sar fleet to invade Earth as her heroines force a final confrontation.

[simon4242]

sounds good but no rush ,dont forget agent parker in alaska lol

[Stormtrooper1990]

sounds good but no rush ,dont forget agent parker in alaska lol

Thanks mate, I still need to come up with a scenario for Parkers tale. I was thinking of creating another alien shape-shifter, maybe a tentacle faced shape-shifter buried in the ice, that can contort its body like an octopus. She extracts DNA through tentacles inserted through the eyes and nostrils of her victim. Then steals all their clothes.

Create a real claustrophobic "The Thing" style atmosphere, with some sexy discovery scenes and another shower replacement.

As Parker and Gillian Anderson rush to find a way to kill the alien, before it escapes the Alaskan ice fields.

[simon4242]

well i think you have.....great idea

[Stormtrooper1990]

well i think you have.....great idea

Thanks, mate. I will store it away in my memory library, finish off CB and then commit to Parkers story. It will be called either "Ice Station Cobra." or "The Alaskan Horror"

[dummy76]

this is insanely good! love it. thank you