I woke up once or twice after that, aroused by her massaging hand at my groin. But each time she would strangle me with her hands, until I passed out. Once I awoke just long enough to find that the nurse was also naked and straddling my naked body, moaning with pleasure -- then blacked out again. The next time I awoke, I lay still and cautiously opened my eyes a crack, to see her standing at the foot of the bed, fastening her blouse with satisfaction. Behind her a beautiful Asian woman clad in gray military fatigues, pistol belt and cap, and jump boots stood looking on. The nurse took my pulse at throat and chest and wrist, then bent to kiss me as I lay here feigning unconsciousness. She straightened up. "We can question him ater,"she said, "Then kill him and rape his body." The uniformed woman left the room in response to a faint knocking. "If that's my relief, send her in," said the nurse.
A minute or two later another woman in a nurse's uniform, a raven-haired beauty, entered just behind the busty blonde. "What do you think," the blonde asked, without looking behind her. "A shot from the air-gun behind the ear, or a cyanide hypo while I'm riding him?"
"I like ‘em both," said the brunette. Casually taking a black silken scarf out of her uniform pocket, she suddenly looped it around the blonde's neck. The blonde struggled fiercely, gasping and gurgling, feet flailing, but finally went limp, her lovely face slack. The brunette nurse let her victim slide into a wide-legged droop against her own lovely gams, then seized the dead blonde under the armpits and dragged her across the floor to pop her into a nearby chair, where she slumped with head back, eyes and mouth open.
"Wake up," she said. I sat up groggily.. "Who are you?" I asked.
"A friend of the girl who gave you the cylinder. Name's Dahlia. Now we've got to get out of here." She looked at a small red stain on her uniform. "And I really should change."
"Are you hurt?"
"No. But I had to knife that last guard. Get up and we'll get you some clothes."
We went into the next room, where I saw the Oriental girl lying on the floor, still beautiful despite the dagger hilt protruding from beneath her left breast, a small stain on her gray uniform shirt. "Don't worry, she's dead," said the brunette nurse. She knelt and pulled out the dagger, wiping the blade on the dead girl's uniform cap. Near the Asian girl lay a tall blonde guard, also stretched out in a gray uniform, looking quite sleepy. "I took care of the big one first. Air-pistol with poisoned flechettes. Leaves barely a mark on the body, but there's only one shot. Now strip her."
"Strip her?" I asked, surprised..
"Sure. You're naked, remember? You'll need clothes. And she's a big girl."
Just then the blonde guard groaned, raising herself into a sitting position.
She lifted her head, looked up at me groggily, and opened her mouth: "Wha--?"
Then I heard a quiet pneumatic pop and saw her blonde head jerk back.
"Uh!" grunted the girl, and she fell backwards with a thud and lay with
legs spread wide, her head against the dead Asian girl's breast, still
looking quite sleepy -- except for the tiny red dot in the middle of her
forehead. "Sometimes the big ones need an extra dose," explained
Dahlia, reloading the silver pistol in her hand. "Sorry. But
I think she'll be quiet now."
I got to work pulling the black combat boots and olive-drab socks from
the tall girl's dead feet, then unbuttoned her shirt to expose her impressive
chest before turning her over, her bare arms flopping to he floor as I
stripped her of the garment. Her cargo pants came next, and she lay
stretched out nicely in her black bra and panties. I removed those
too, so Dahlia -- then engaged in stripping the other guard -- could search
them. Telling me not to put on her clothes yet, the brunette had
me hoist the dead, nude blonde over my shoulder, bare feet dangling
seductively, and carry her into the bedroom, where I dumped her into a
seated slump against the wall. Her warm body was heavy, but
made a pleasant weight on the shoulder. Dahlia followed, dragging
the Asian girl's stripped corpse by her naked heels and leaving her head
slumped sweetly against the dead blonde's bared shoulder. Then
she instructed me to take the dead nurse and put her on the bed.
Pausing only briefly to close her eyes and admire her cleavage, I took
her gently in my arms, her head and limbs dangling limp, and lifted her
from the chair. I carried her to the bed and laid her out, removing
the silken scarf from her neck and tenderly placing a pillow beneath her
head.
"Time to play doctor with this dead nurse," said the brunette. She first searched between her victim's impressive breasts, finding a small address book, then unfastened her uniform and stripped her of her shoes and stockings before rolling her over. Soon her breathless body lay gloriously naked on the bed. Too bad, I thought, remembering the way she'd raped me. Dahlia, however, seemed pleased as she stripped naked and exposed her own athletic body, before putting on the dead blonde's white underwear and uniform. She must think it's sexy to wear the clothes of a girl she's killed, I thought. "Give that Sleeping Beauty a kiss now that she's gone tits-up," Dahlia told me, and it seemed like a good idea after what she'd done to me. I bent toward her warm, parted lips, giving her left tit a playfully vengeful squeeze while I was at it.
Dahlia, or whatever her real name was, stopped me as I went to get the blonde guard's uniform. "Don't dress yet. I need you naked for this next part. There's a guard outside the door. Me getting in was easy, but to get you out we'll have to take care of her. Now lie down."
She opened the door. "Guard! Come quickly!" she half-whispered. The girl, a cute, bright-eyed redhead, came in with rifle at the ready as I lay there nude on the cold floor, eyes closed. The girl looked down at me, surprised. "Help me get this prisoner into bed. I had to slug him." Placing her weapon against the wall, she put an arm around my shoulder, and I let my head loll against her full breast -- for realism's sake, of course. Dahlia took the other shoulder and they raised me up. But after they'd dragged my nude form a few paces I braced my feet and grabbed the guard around her waist, clapping a hand over her lovely mouth. She struggled fiercely, making muffled noises, hands grabbing my arm, trying to tear my hand away.
"Silence her!" I hissed.
My new ally put the air-pistol to her left breast and pulled the trigger. The girl flinched and cried out -- or tried to -- more sharply. Then her blue eyes slipped shut and her body went limp, the guard sighing her last sigh into the hand over her now-dead lips as her arms fell limply to her sides. Her body felt good pressing against my naked groin.
"She is silenced," said the brunette. "Put her with the others."
The cute guard was now so much dead weight in my arms. I removed my hand from her slack lips, then grabbed her under the armpits and dragged her farther into the room, the boots on her limp feet scraping along the tile floor. I dumped the redheaded girl's corpse near the nude Oriental girl, her head in her dead comrade's shaven lap. While I knelt to search the redhead's body -- starting between her warm breasts, of course -- the brunette filled me in on the situation.
"You have a mission," she said, "Like it or not. But before we can recover the cylinder, you have to help me kill -- as discreetly as possible -- the five women stationed on guard duty in this building. We'll hide the sentries' bodies, strip them -- I'm taking their uniforms and weapons for future operations -- and then "take care" of their computer officer. She'll be in the blue uniform shirt and necktie, skirt and pumps. I recommend that if we can, we strangle her in her chair..."
"Why don't we just sneak out of here?" I asked, looking up from the guard's body. My hand lingered on her dead breast.
"Because," she said, meeting my gaze with cold green eyes and a smile, "I need access to that computer."
I got dressed and we stripped the cute redhead's cadaver. Then, at Dahlia's suggestion, we grabbed the dead girl under her legs and armpits and carried her to the bed, placing her nude alongside the strangled nurse. "After all," she said, "we might have to stay awhile -- and we can always use the other bed." We did the same with the other dead guards, leaving the room nice and neat before setting out on our mission -- armed with pistols, slim-bladed daggers useful for silent killing, and silken garrotes. Behind us, stretched out cozily in a row on the bed, lay the lovely bodies of our four enemies, dead and naked -- " tits up," as Dahlia would say..
But who were they? And who was Dahlia?