Sentry Stories by Siamfuentes1987

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Sentry Stories

• siamfuentes1987


It's been a long time since I did story related to sentries or guard being taken out. I'm kinda glad this group still exist. This story came to me in a dream, well somewhat of a dream/ part fantasy, and I decided to elaborate on the idea. So without further ado...part one of this five part one shot. Feedback is always welcome as well =)


Sentry Stories
Part One. Infiltration

A stormy night as the wind howls and the rain comes in phases of light to heavy. The secluded area is catching the tail end of a heavy rain storm. A small base is shrouded by the rain as it blurs the lights. The sound of a two girls in dirty grey ponchos talk. The one of the left responds to the second guard who watches the entrance of the base. “Are you going to be okay? It’s going to get worse. It might be better to come inside and watch the prisoner with me.” The second guard shakes her head as she gestures with her hk5 machine gun. “I’ll come in when it gets worse. If nobody is on watch then someone could sneak in and take all of us out easily.”
“Alright, but if I don’t see you back in an hour I’m coming out to get you.”
“Fine.”
The second girl walks away her boots clamping in the rain drenched concrete. The guard watching the front continues her vigil watch. From a far someone watches from binoculars. She wears a fully black body suit that define her fine womanly shape. She wears it with a tactic black vest, gloves, and black toe shaped shoes. Her head is covered in a balaclava and her round green eyes sharpen and narrow as she pull down her wet binoculars. She places her index finger on her right ear and begins to speak. Her mid-range voice sounds mature and certain as she speaks. “W here. I’ve reached my first objective. Proceeding with Operation Retro”. A mellow soothing female voice responds back. “Alright remember your object W. Retrieve Crimson from captivity and neutralize any threats. I just hope Crimson is not too injured from the plane crash.”
“I hope not as well.”
“Don’t take too long or blow your cover W, try to steal a uniform if anything.”
“I’m no novice Ash. I know what to do.”
“Oookay, just be careful...”
The transmission ends with a static crack and the green eyed W stares ahead of her. She takes a deep breath and begins to make her way running towards the base. Her footwear prevents any unnecessary noise to be made alongside with the storm above. The guard standing in front begins to pace a bit. She looks to her left and we see her face. It is oval and toned with a round chin and thin light pink lips and a small but pointy nose. She has a serious look on her face as a couple of stands of dark brown hair lay upon her pale forehead. Her marble chocolate eyes stare at the darkness as she sucks her lips in frustration. She groans to herself as she looks away. “I know someone is coming…there’s no way they wouldn’t show up…” As W approaches closer to the base she ducks down to a prone position and pulls from her leg holster a gun with a silencer. The rain begins to pick up and pour heavily as droplets massage W’s curvy figure and perky butt. She aims the pistol slowly breathing and waiting for that moment the guard would look back over to her. The rain settles down and the guard finally looks her way again and like clockwork the gun is fired and a dart slams into the guard’s forehead. She stumbles at first and rips out the dart. A small trail of blood begins to stream down her face but before she can react the effects of the dart takes over. “What…urrrrgh…” She falls face forward slamming into a puddle of water. W carefully approaches the downed guard. She gets a look of the base from the gate. It is utterly empty with nobody else on watch. With that notion W continues to walk with no disregard for danger. She kicks the guard who is still covered in her dirty grey poncho. The sounds of the rain tapping on her back she is still but not dead. She turns her over and pulls over the hoodie. The girl brown hair is wet and frazzled as more of her hair covers her face. Her serious demeanor from before betrays her as she looks meek and helpless. Her lips are slightly parted and her eyes closed. She has a few beauty marks on her left cheek that are slightly red from the drug that put her down. Her forehead is slightly bleeding still but W moves her gloved hand to wipe it away. She moves grabs her face and begins to squeeze her cheeks together forcing her lips to form an o shape with her mouth as if she was wanting a kiss. W picks her up and drags her away towards the darkness. After they are a good distance away from the base she puts her down. Her victim breathes slowly as she peacefully slumbers. W talks to her as she looks down at her. “It’s a good thing our basics features are the same for the most part. Otherwise I would have just left you her all by your lonesome with everything on.” W proceeds to rip her mask off and her brown hair expands out from the mask. Her lush pink lips arch in a smirk on her beauty model like face. Her sharp but small nose drips of rain as it begins to pour again. She stands up and begins to strip off her bodysuit and her medium sized breasts burst free and are met soon met with the rain dripping off them. Her perky breast jiggle as her tiny dark pink nipples grow erect from the rain touching them. She quickly strips down to a pair of simple white panties. She quickly tosses off her shoes and grabs the guard. She takes off her poncho and it shows off her olive camo uniform. The rain begins to dampen the green olive into a darker color. She quickly works to get the top off. She sits up the guard as her skin colored bra holds her large breasts that seem to want to ooze out for someone to touch them. She puts it on the top half of the uniform and immediately darts for the boots which is furiously removes. As she yanks off the last boot she then unzips the pants of the subdue guard. W yanks the pants down to her thighs a bit pass her butt and we can see her matching panties. W stands at the foot of the guard admiring her. W bends down to grab the feet of her victim. She begins to continue to yank off the pants until they are off but are somewhere inside out. W begins to shake them and eventually slides one leg after the other and is finally in uniform. She sits down on the wet ground to put on the boots. While she puts on the boots she looks at the light pink skinned guard. It seems as if she has turned her head in the direction of W. Her lips still slightly parted as if inviting for a kiss. Her hair slightly over her eyes begging for someone to move them. Her athletic body is without a blemish as her arms are spread out over her head. W stands up after she puts on her boots and lets out a slight sigh. She walks over and kneels down at the girl and picks up her head and sits her upright. She whispers something to her as she moves her head in a way that it’s looking up at her. “Hey there…I hate to do this to you but if I leave you out her like you are you’re mostly likely die of exposure and hypothermia. I’m not really going to carry you along with me to base. I just don’t have time like that to burden myself. I have to save my partner so to save us the trouble…” With a stiff jerk a swift crack cuts through the sound of the rain. The body of the guard jerks and convulses before going still. W leans over and pecks her on the lips and rests her head down as it quickly slacks over to the side her neck was broken. She lay still, no more breath, a cooling body and nothing more. Just another sentry taken down, but one step closer to getting Crimson back.

Stay tuned for Part two: Party Crasher



siamfuentes1987
Today at 11:22 AM
Here is Part 2...Enjoy. It's a doosy. =)

Part two. Party Crasher
W enters the base with the poncho on pretending to be the guard she had recently taken out. Nobody would able to tell the difference as long as she wore this poncho on her. She examines the base to get a better understanding of her surroundings and spots a few cameras. She ponders why no alarm went off but doesn’t think much about it as she walks casually through the base. She stops and examines the structures on base. The base is surrounded by a 8 foot concrete wall that has four trailers, mostly likely living quarters and for supplies. To the left side of the base is one solid two story concrete building that looks like their HQ. There seem to be a rear entrance but the gate is shut. W figures her partner would have to be in the dark concrete building. She approaches it and the camera looks at her as she walks up she yanks on the door and it is locked. She figured as much but yanks again in a futile attempt. She examines her pockets but she has nothing in them besides a wet pack of gum. Then a sharp and commanding female voice speaks to her through a speaker. “Are you done?” W pauses for a moment and just nods and replies with a neutral umhmm. Although she may share some similarity as the fallen guard she knows for a fact that she doesn’t sound like her. The speaker responds back to W, “Alright I’ll let you in so you can dry off.” There’s a quick buzz and then sound of a lock opening follows. W pulls the door and she enters. The building is barely lit and humid. The mashing of wet boots and tile soon follow as W makes her way in. She still wears the wet poncho to conceal herself as she cautiously proceeds. Most of the doors seem locked and the few that are open are so dark that it would be no point to look into it. W walks towards the sound of music playing and the faint clicking of a keyboard. She thinks to herself at this point most of the guards are probably in the rest quarters and there may be a handful of them on duty. Then a younger and light hearted voice calls out to her. “Hey DD we’re up here.” W pauses for a moment and ponders her next move. She concludes that she’ll have to subdue the guards and at least interrogate them to get the whereabouts of Crimson. She proceeds up the steps towards the music and now laughter. The smell of smoke, beer and warmed cheese forces its way up W’s nose and nearly makes her gag at first. As she reaches the top of the stairs she sees a door open with the light on and she sees the fumes of the smoke coming out of it. She proceeds towards the room her boots clamping on the tiles, still wet from outside. As she enters there three girls in a control room. One is a short cut hair brunette with flowery tattoos on her arms and a lip piercing on her plum red violet lips. She is dancing in the chair with a beer in one hand and a smoke pinched between her two fingers. Her oval opal eyes gleam with joy as she is having fun. Her freckles seem to dance as she smiles. The other girl she is looking at seems to look dead tired or just drunk. She is a caramel skinned girl who wears her full uniform with a black beanie over her short black natural hair. Her half open round eyes look drained of life as if she had been killed. The glimmer of light reflects on her oval dark brown eyes and her round face slacks down. She groans as she lifts up her right arm filled with many cotton bands of different colors and palms her head. Then the third woman looks to be the most mature of them all. Her neck length black hair shines brightly in the light as well. She wears only an olive green tanktop as she eats some nachos while watching the monitors. She quickly comments to W. “I’m glad you’re okay. I was worried for a moment. The storm has been messing with the front gate cameras. I saw you walk back not too long ago. Did you see something?” W figures to herself that it is essentially a 2-1 fight since the caramel skinned girl is intoxicated. The black hair girl swivels in her chair. She has a sharp face with even light red lips. Her nose is board but small at the base, it twitches a bit as the woman’s finely manicured eyebrow raises. Her long catty light brown eyes examine W who still wears the poncho. She extends her white skinned arm and points with her index finger. “Take that off. You’re soaking wet.” The brunette turns around and waves at W. “Hey DD. Want a drink?” W shakes her head. The black haired girl quickly chimes in downplaying the brunette. “Nora. No more drinks. You’re already gotten Rachael drink off her mind.”
“Oh come on Natty. It’s not like anything is gonna happen to us if we kick back and relax for once.”
“I’m sure DD can agree that letting your guard down even for a moment can endanger you.”
“Yeah…it can.”
The two girls look a bit confused as DD sounds a bit off. She continues to stand there with the poncho on the hood covering her face as the light casts a shadow. Natty looks leery as she moves her chair back inching towards the controls while Nora continues to be perplexed. W springs to action, she quickly rushes Natty slamming her forearm into her head and knocking her out before she can set the alarm. Nora jumps up dropped the bottle as it shatters. She fumbles about to find her gun and finds it on a table. She grabs it and as she turns around she receives a palm to the face knocking her into Rachael who is still far too drunk to do anything but groan and looks up at W who kicks her in the face knocking her out of her chair. Nora lies beside Rachael who is knocked out with a busted lip. Nora holds her nose as it is bleeding and W yanks her up by the hair. Nora groans in pain as the blood streams from her nose. “Who..are you…?”
“Sweetheart it’s not gonna mater who I am in a moment.”
Nora tries to wrench herself from W’s grip. Her green eyes meet with Nora’s who looks to be scared. “Please…don’t kill me”. W sighs as she responds to the plea for mercy. “If you tell me what I want to know you can live another day to party and screw around.”
“Okay…”
“Where’s the prisoner? The one with the dark brown hair, the sky blue eyes and wide hips.”
“…um…”
“Umm what?”
“She’s in the base…”
W rolls her eyes and headbutts Nora as she crashes back on top of Rachael. W pulls off her hoodie and glares at Nora who is cowering. “Last chance.”
“Misha might know where she is.”
“Who the fuck is Misha?! Is she in this building?”
“No…”
“Urgh forget this. Maybe she knows where the prisoner is.”
“Please I’m sorry. I can show you.”
W steps slowly towards Nora as her shadow begins to cast over her and eclipse the light. Nora tries to shuffle away but is backed up against the wall. She sees the broken bottle she was drinking from earlier and she picks up the sharp end and tries to get up and stab W. She meets a knee to her chin that knocks her back down. She lets out moan and groan as W uses right foot to stop on glass in Nora’s hand and shoves her other sole into the throat of Nora. Her eye begin to bulge out as she struggles to breath. The blood on her face coats her lips as she looks up at W who looks stone cold. Her vision begins to get hazy and the world around her slows down she feels the constriction of her lungs as they yearn to breath. She tries to claw and push her foot off but begins to feel weak and tired and her eyes roll back into her head as a few tears flow out. After a few more seconds W stops and examines her and checks for a pulse. Drool and blood drip from her pretty face. There is no pulse but W snaps her neck to make sure she’s not coming back to be a bother. Beside Nora’s body is Rachael who looks peaceful even though she is covered in her blood and some of Nora’s. W sits her up and examines her body. She feels her warm chest as she puts her hand in her shirt. She cops a feel of her supple breasts before moving on to her pockets. W turns most of the pockets inside out and finds one piece of paper but it is a coupon for food. W quickly turns around goes to Natty whose body leans on the keyboard. The sound of errors sounds repeat in rapid succession. W picks her up and sits her upright on the chair. Her head hangs back exposing her slender neck. W begins to search her as she sticks her hand examining her shirt and bra feeling her breasts and finds some money which she tosses away without a thought. She works her way down the pants and shoves her hand in her crotch area and notices she isn’t wearing any panties. “I hope you’re clean…” W shakes while shaking off her right hand. Eventually she finds a card in the pants pocket and examines it. It seems to be an access card with the photo of Natty on it. W quickly slaps Natty with a loud crack and it leaves a red impression of a hand print on her white skin. Natty stirs a bit but she still struggles between conscious and unconsciousness. W backhands her and it knocks her out of the chair but she begins to awaken. W straddles her to prevent her from doing anything. Natty groans as W holds her down. “Urgh...”
“So miss you have two options. Talk and live or die.”
“Fuck you.”
“Strike one.”
“I’m not afraid of you.”
“Oh really.”
“Yeah…”
“Strike two…”
“Huh…”
W begins to pummel and bang the head of Natty who is at this point dazed and concussed. She stands up and puts Natty in an arm bar. Natty screams in pain. “AHH please stop!” W completely ignores her and snaps the shoulder right out of It’s socket. Natty is crying as her mascara begins to smear from her tears. W walks over her to grab her other arm and Natty pleas with her. “I’ll talk I’ll talk just stop…”
“Alright. You got one more chance…”
“Okay okay. What do you want?”
“The whereabouts of your prisoner.”
“Which? We executed a few today...”
“Are you serious?!”
“Yeah…”
“Was one of them a curvy woman. 5’6 with neck length wavy dark brown hair and the sky blue eyes.”
“I think…”
W stomps her in the stomach in frustration and Natty groans in pain. “That’s not helpful. I guess I have to look around on my own. Did you get rid of the bodies?”
“N-no. We stored them in the first trailer near the entrance. The storm happened before we could burn them…”
W leans down and straddles the girl again and she begins to tear up and beg for her life. “Please I told you what you wanted. Please don’t kill me.”
“That was strike three.”
“But I…”
“You told me nothing besides my partner could be dead.”
“But”
“Plus I can’t leave you alive. You might tell on me.”
W begins to strangle her and she mutters.
“Just…snap my…ne..ck.”
“Hmm. Alright.”
W without much though grips her head and snaps it with a stiff crack and pop. She stands up and examines the room as the music still play and the bodies lie sprawled on the floor. Rachael begins to stir and W walks over. Even though she figures this is a lost cause she might as well question her. She kneels down and talks to her. “Hey you. Can you talk?”
“Huh? I guess...my face really hurts…”
“I’m looking for someone.”
“You’re what for who?”
“Damn it she’s still fucking drunk.”
W grabs her head and snaps it clean and Rachel falls into the body of Nora. Her face lies in her bosom and W just shakes her head with a light sigh. She examines the girl she just killed and looks at her clothing. “Hmm…wonder if she’s my size or not? I would love to get these wet clothes off…” W drags Rachael’s limp body to the middle of the room. She begins to work off the boots and then the pants. As she drags down her pants she notices the black laced panties she has on it. “Hmm. Those are nice.” W quickly takes off her pants and throws the dry pair on and then kneels over again to take off her shirt. The olive green color soon gives away to more caramel skin as she pulls the shirt up. Her naval is still but warm and has a couple of beauty marks on it. She sits up the limp girl to pull the shirt over and exposes her black nylon bra to match her panties. W cradles the downed sentry as she looks peaceful with her lips slightly parted and her slack head laying on the arms of W. “You’re very pretty. Sorry I had to end your life.” She raises her head and pecks her on the lips and looks at her again. “Just my job.”

[esercito sconfitto]

siamfuentes1987
Oct 30
Sorry I have been sick as of late and couldn't work on editing this but here it is. Part 3. Not as long as part 2 but i think it fits the theme of halloween coming up in just a day. Enjoy. Part 4 A Rescue will be out sometime next week.
Part 3 Kinks
A closed door creaks opens our poncho covered W enters a room that is darken and cold freezer. W pulls out a small flash light and shivers a bit from the cold room. There a long table with a few covered bodies among frozen foods on the shelves. W slowly makes her way towards the covered bodies and she hopes that Crimson’s is not one of them. As she reaches the base of the table she holds her breath and slowly pulls the covers to show three pale nude bodies. All three are females who vary in appearance. They look to be in their late teens and don’t match the appearance of Crimson, W let’s out a slight sigh of relief. “Whew, good, she’s not here…” She examines the bodies a bit more and quietly talks to herself. “No entry wounds but…rashes around their necks. Poor things were hung…” She leans over to put the covers over them when all of a sudden she hears some chatter of two young female voices.
“Uh-yeah”
“Well as long as we…”
W quickly scrambles to find a place to hide but sees that the only real place is on the table. She scoots beside one of the dead girls and lays still. The footsteps clack on the metal of the stairs as the door unlocks and creaks open. Two females enter and they continue their chatter. “I’m not sure about this.”
“Come on, it’ll be fine. It’s not like they’ll mind.”
“You’re really into some kinky things.”
“Who isn’t nowadays?”
“If I knew I had to do this with you I would have opposed.”
“Oh shut up. You’re panties are more drenched then your clothes are at the thought of sleeping with me.” A slightly annoyed groan comes from one of the women, “Shut up…just…just get your body and let’s go.”
“Okay fine.” The sound of a light switch is turned on as W can see a ceiling light over her through the sheet. One of the girl’s footsteps approaches and W lies as still as possible. She breaths ever so slowly and lies in wait. These girls are into to some sick shit she thinks to herself. The girl walks around the table and starts on the opposite end of W. She calls out to the other girl. “Come over here and take a look. I want you to help pick our playmate for tonight.”
“Do I really have to?”
“Yes if you want some action tonight.”
“Urgh…fine…”. The footsteps of the other girl grow closer. The other girl rushes her lover as she approaches. “Hurry up. We don’t want to get caught.”
“Fine.” Her pace hastens and she is beside the necro girl. “Okay so we have the golden skinned brown hair beauty.” “Uh-huh.” The covers move a bit and W looks towards that direction. She slides her hand slowly towards her leg. The women continue to move on to the next girl. Then we have the auburn hair girl. She’s got great lips and nice perky breasts.”
“Won’t she be stiff and cold?”
“’I’ll remove rigor idiot and we’ll warm her back up.”
“I see…” The footsteps move closer to W as she looks ready to pounce on the guards. “Last but not least the Asian. They’re my favorite.”
“That’s good to know…”
“So which one…” The necro girl stops mid-sentence as she notices another body. “Huh…there were three unless…we killed the other one?”
“No we executed three today.” The girls pause for a moment and the nerco girl commands the lover to go check it out. “See who that is…” The lover reacts with hesitation. “What?! Why me?! I’m not into this crazy shit, you are.”
“Uh-fine we’ll go together.”
“If I die because of this I’m gonna hate you.”
“Shh shut up…” The two footsteps approach quietly as they look at the covered figure. A hand reaches out to grab the covers and before she can react a jolt of electricity paralyzes the lover and she falls over limply to the floor with a slight thud. “Holy shit!” W springs from the covers like Frankenstein’s monster and the nerco girl stumbles back and exclaims in a stammer. “Z-z—zombie!” W chuckles at the utterance of this and is on top of the girl before she can react. She has her down with both of her wrists crossed on her neck. The necro girls face begins to turn red as the heat of her breath come out like a dragon blowing smoke. Her eyes roll back and then she goes still. W holds it long enough to kill her and gets up. She examines the lime green colored hair girl. Her hair a mess and her lips turned violet from being strangled and her tongue slightly protrudes out with a small trail of drool. W realizes as she looked at the fair skinned lime green hair nerco girl that she didn’t question her. “Shit. What if she was Misha?! I got too caught up in the moment...” She quickly turns to the other girl who head leans against the wall in her crumpled position. She breathes quietly and looks at peace. She wears her cameo pants and olive green colored t-shirt. W grabs the girl and sits her up. She pulls the sheet down from the table and uses it to bind the girl’s arms and legs. She lightly slaps her rosy cheeks. The girl’s tiny lips part a bit as she stirs from her rest. Her hair is light brown with the right side shaved and about down to her neck. She looked cute to W and she wouldn’t figure her as a soldier but looks can be deceiving. When she opens her eyes it is light green. She stares at W’s green eyes and is startled. “Ah!. Who-who are you?!”
“Me? Don’t worry about me.”
The tied up guard looks over to see her necro lover laying still. “Oh my god did you kill her?!”
“Sadly I did and the same fate will happen to you sweety.
“No, don’t kill me please.”
“Well I won’t have to if you tell me what I want.”
“Okay. Anything you want to know I’ll tell you.”
W smiles from ear to ear at the submissive nature of this girl. She taps her index finger on her chest and it elicits a twitch from the tied up girl.
“Now can you tell me if this poor thing I killed was Misha.”
“Her? Misha? No no. Misha’s our CO. She’s not on base. She left after she executed the girls up there.”
“Ah. Okay then, next question. Where is the other prisoner?”
“Her? She’s in the holding cell trailer. Misha was interrogating her and was going to come back tomorrow to execute her.”
“You are so lovely my dear.”
“Um…thank you.”
W pats her on the head with a few taps and smiles yet again. “Good girl.” The good girl looks at W with distraught as W gets up. “Hey…don’t leave me in here. It’s cold in this freezer.”
“Now now my little pet I won’t leave you here. You’re going to take me to where I need to go.”
“Okay.”
“Oh and before I untie you sweety, don’t try anything funny because I will kill you without hesitation.”
“I completely understand. Whatever you want. I didn’t want to be here in the first place-“
W places her finger over the young girl’s mouth to quiet her. She begins to untie her and the young girl puts her hands up to show she’s no threat to W. W chuckles slightly as she palms her face in disbelief. “You’re just embarrassing yourself now.” The young girl blushes and W helps her up. The young girl walks over to the dead necro girl and begins to search her body. She pats down her chest and sticks her hands in each pocket. W quietly watches as young girl strips her down, first taking off her shirt. The limp body of the necro girl drops back down like a sack of potatoes and her large braless breasts jiggle. “Should be somewhere” she quietly talks to herself. “What’s that now?” W quickly injects after the young girl finishes talking. “I’m trying to find her key card.”
“I already have one.”
“You do?”
W shows her the key card and the young girl goes quiet for a moment and nods in affirmation. She turns back the dead girl and takes off boots and tosses them behind her and then works off the pants. The necro girl isn’t wearing any panties. She stares at her toned shaped body examining her from head to toe. Necro girl’s body has tribal tattoos on her arms and message on the right side of her ribs the young girl reads in her mind. The other girl plays around a bit with the cooling necro girl light pink large nipples, they are aroused even in death. After having her fill, the young girl picks her up and places the cooling body on top of the other dead girls. W smirks amusingly and finally poses a question to understand the meaning of the young girl’s action. “What was that all about?”
“Wanted to see if she was actually worth it for all this trouble.”
“Was she?”
“I guess. At least she gets to enjoy her time with them.”
“Your humor is morbid. I like you.”
“I try.”
Hope you enjoyed. Part 4 coming soon. Still more sentries to silence and a fellow agent to rescue!