Founding

We faced each other across the wooden table, all in matching black combat fatigues. Amber and I worked for a PMC. One that didn’t mind taking on less savory jobs. If they were off the books. Presumably, Carla and Jane worked freelance, but I couldn’t be sure.

Today, we gutted a drug lord. Quite literally.

We were heroes, I suppose. At least to people that didn’t investigate our employer. Since one of his rivals had hired us, we hadn’t changed anything. Just which tyrant ruled this place. Our employer and his people would be here first thing in the morning. My cut had been a hundred and twenty-five grand, and it was already in an offshore bank account.

Ten years in the business had left me with a great deal of money, and more than a few scars. Fortunately, most were covered by clothing.

Amber and I almost bought it today. The guard that burst into the room had been a beautiful young woman, barely old enough to drink. Probably been ten years younger than I was. The flash of her breasts made me flub my shot like an amateur.

The weight of my Desert Eagle .50 AE’s carbon steel barrel was cool and sexy in my hands as I slid it from the frame. Lots of practice had reduced the time it took to field strip and clean my gun. Four minutes from start to finish. Amber, my partner, would wait until I finished before she started.

In this profession, women seemed to fall into two groups. Ice-cold bitches or sluts. I was one of the first varieties, not that I cared who anyone else slept with. ‘Slut’ was a description, not an insult. I love sluts. Especially if they are bisexual or lesbian.

How long had it been since the last time I had a woman between my legs? Two years? Three?

“She was a pretty bitch, I’ll give her that,” I said. “Instead of killing her, I should have forced her to eat my pussy. Put on a show for us all. Wouldn’t that have been fun?”

Amber rolled her eyes, but otherwise, let the comment pass. We had worked together long enough that she had heard me make dozens of such remarks. She assumed I had a twisted sense of humor.

Little did she know.

“What were you thinking, Danielle?” said Carla, “She could have been under the table servicing me right now!” Her words could have been taken as a joke, but her tone was wistful.

Jane smirked, “Why not put on a strap-on and bend her over the table when she finishes? That would have been a perfect nightcap.”

This was a turn I hadn’t expected the conversation to take. Should I jump off the deep end? Who cared what they thought? What were they going to do? Ostracize me? This is my last operation anyway.

Still, just to be on the safe side, I locked the barrel in place and pretended to click on the safety. I chambered a bullet and slid it back into my holster. Just checking the action after cleaning my gun. Girls, there’s nothing to see here. Sometimes, every second counted.

Smiling on the inside, I waited for Amber to strip down her gun. You could never be sure, but I expected she was about to be very upset.

I cleared my throat, to attract their attention, giving all three heavy eye contact.

“The four of us could pick out a beautiful young thing. Blackmail her with the lives of her family, turning her into a sex slave. Or him, if that’s what you’d prefer. Our slaves would know we watched each other’s backs. That killing their master or having her sent to prison wouldn’t save their families. Sooner or later, one of us would capture her again and torture her to death. After killing every member of her family.”

They stopped moving, and a sense of finality suddenly permeated the room. For a long moment, no one said anything. Amber stared at me, open-mouthed. Jane and Carla exchanged looks, and something passed between them.

“I’m game,” said Carla.

“Same,” said Jane, “but I want a harem to play with.”

Amber’s face twisted in disgust, looking sick to her stomach. Words weren’t needed. Only children and fools played fair.

Under the table, I kicked her leg. A distraction. She looked down, and my eagle came up in a two-handed grip. I stroked the trigger twice. The shots were deafeningly loud. Her head exploded. Blood, bone, and brains splattered Jane and the wall behind Amber’s corpse.

Jane wiped her face clean, “Damn, some went into my mouth.”

“She would never have agreed,” I said to the two women.

Moving slowly, I clicked the safety on and placed the gun on the table. Trust between the three of us would be required, and I wouldn’t gain that using a weapon.

“I meant every word. If you want out, now’s your best chance. I’m unarmed.”

“I hate to bring it up after Amber’s gruesome example, but I have one condition. No kids. Keep your hands off anyone under eighteen, and I’ll back you unto death, if you do the same for me.”

“Agreed,” I said.

“Works for me,” said Carla.

“All for one?” asked Jane.

“And One for all,” said Carla as she placed her .357 Magnum on the table with my eagle.

“I like the motto, but we are not going to call ourselves the three musketeers,” I said.

Carla laughed.

Jane’s twin pistols joined our weapons on the table. She preferred something lighter and was the only one I knew who could dual-wield a pair of 9mm pistols effectively.

“I plan on picking out a beautiful young redhead and turning her into my sex doll. Jane wants her own harem of fuck toys. What do you want?” asked Carla.

“What I need,” I told them, “is a beautiful heterosexual virgin to rape. Force her unwilling body to orgasm repeatedly. Train her into the best pussy eater in the world, no matter how much it disgusts her. Twisting a heterosexual woman into world's best pussy eater.”

“What do we call ourselves?  Rape Squad?” asked Jane.

“A love having a dark name, but rape might be a little too dark. Making people uncomfortable is one thing, having them call the police when we make reservations would be unpleasant,” I said.

“How about The Sadistic Squad?” asked Carla.

“Love it,” I said.

“Good enough,” said Jane in agreement.

“As far as I’m concerned, we don’t need anyone else. The fewer members, the safer we will be.” I said. “Let’s talk about strategy.”

Over the next few hours, we made our first plans.

Capturing Elizabeth - 02

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