Posted by Cash on September 24, 2001 at 17:36:48:
It had been a long day for Carmen. She'd killed before, in fact she loved to kill, but today it had been messy. She'd had to gut some poor bitch just to make a point and although she'd gotten wet feeling her flick-knife punch through the girl's soft skin, through her belly and into her hot guts she hadn't counted on it taking so long for her to die. And the blood! Talk about bleeding like a stuck pig! Christ, it had taken Carmen an hour just to clean herself up. While she showered she fingered herself as she recalled looking into the girl's wide eyes as she punched all six inches of cold steel into her womb. God, that had felt good. But the point had been made, and that was what Carmen was paid to do. She worked for one of the most ruthless cartels in the whole of California, although her cover was as a nurse. Sometimes being a nurse had its advantages in her line of work. It was pretty funny really, when you thought about it.
She had always fantasised about being stabbed or shot. Sometimes she'd get it in the gut, other times in the tits, and maybe she'd get it in the pussy. She'd go down, in terrible pain, moaning and writhing in agony, her soft flesh and organs chewed up. That was why she loved to kill. She'd whisper in their ear, as they lay there with her bullet or blade inside them, so quiet that no-one else could hear, "Tell me. Please. What does it feel like?"
The deal was like every other deal she'd ever known. It wasn't like in the movies, where every transaction went bad and everyone always ended up getting swiss cheesed. Real people had a greater respect for life when everyone else in the room was packing. Real people found a way to get along with each other And so, as Carmen went about her business she was feeling fine. She had good people around her, people she could trust with her life. Hell, she was trusting them with her life, every minute of every day. And she could handle herself, she knew that above all else.
When they arrived at the location, she could hardly believe her eyes. They were all women. There were five of them, at least there were five that she could see, all wearing the same pinstripe jackets and skirts. Until now, she had thought that females were something of a rarity in this line of work.
There were perfunctory introductions. Heads nodded in acknowledgement. No one shook hands. Carmen unconsciously memorised the names, although she knew they were false. An attractive but mean-looking dirty blonde named Tara; Bettina, a platinum blonde whose perfect make-up and flowing locks made her look more suited to a modelling assignment than a drug deal; Rache, a brunette with a pretty face except for a long thin knife scar on her cheek and another above her eyebrow; another brunette named Sandi, the only one to actually speak - "How ya doin'?"; a redhead named SaraJane, definitely fiery. Even to her trained eye, she couldn't make out any tell-tale bulges of firearms, but she knew they were there.
Carmen didn't like the look of them one bit, and she found herself suddenly on edge. An all-female outfit was just plain weird. More than that, it dawned on her why these women made her nervous. They were all like her. They were all killers.
Their boss was an attractive Oriental American called Juli. Of course, Carmen had heard of her before - in only a short time she had made quite a name for herself - but her foray into equal rights for women in drug deals was hitherto unknown, and Carmen didn't like surprises.
As the deal makers exchanged pleasantries and opened briefcases, Carmen let her mind wander to the reassuring weights around her body. A heavy Glock 17 under her left arm, a .38 snub-nosed in an ankle holster and her pearl-handled flick-knife tucked into one of her stockings.
She didn't look at the women directly. No eye contact, nothing that could be construed as hostile, but she could sense them coldly evaluating her, weighing her up. She was sure it wasn't just her imagination, or her nerves playing tricks. What were they evaluating, she wondered? Odds, maybe? There were five of them, six if you counted Juli. Carmen was with three of the best: Critmk the Blade, Eugene the Bullet and Jimbo the Hatchet. G-Man was up front, casually chatting with Juli like this was some kind of tea party, and there was nothing at all strange about an all-female outfit. Was Carmen the the only one in the room counting bodies?
As she stood there silently contemplating these things, it all went wrong, and as it usually does when things go wrong, it went wrong very quickly. Juli stopped almost in mid-sentence and shrieked a one word exclamation that threw everything into chaos and made Carmen feel like vomiting.
"NOW!"
Even though she had felt uneasy, Carmen never imagined they'd actually try anything. Didn't they know who they were fucking with?
The women were every bit as well trained as Carmen had feared and, with the sudden viciousness of the attack, things were always going to be tough, even for the best in the business. By the time Carmen had registered and reacted to the situation, five hands were coming out from under five jackets holding five automatics.
G-Man never knew what hit him. Juli seemed to pull a Mac-10 out of thin air and had put half the clip through him, point blank, before he could even open his mouth to object. A machine gun in an enclosed space is a fearsome thing and Carmen knew immediately that Juli presented the greatest threat in the place.
The only reason Carmen didn't get hit at that moment was because she didn't go for her gun. She knew there was no time. Instead, she used that split second to scramble behind the car they'd arrived in. The window glass was bullet proof and the doors were lined with kevlar. She could hear and feel heavy slugs thunk through metal and into the material. Without it, she knew she'd already be dead.
Eugene was down, but he'd taken one of the cunts with him. It was the girl named Rache. She was writhing in agony, back arched off the ground, hand clawing at the bullet hole the Eugene had put in her left tit. Carmen watched as she struggled to bring her gun around to point again at Eugene, a pain-filled grimace etched on her pretty knife-scarred face, blood on her lower lip, but before she could get her aim he fired again - BANG!! - and put a .38 slug through her skirt and her panties and into her pussy. All thought of finishing off Eugene left her in that instant as a white hot lance ripped up through her womb and into her belly. Her whole body went rigid as unimaginable torture filled her brain. Her agony was short-lived, though. Eugene pumped another bullet into her left tit -BANG! - this time through her racing heart. Her beloved nickel-plated Colt fell for the last time from her twitching fingers, her tongue protruded and her eyes bulged and rolled upward as she went into her death throes, her long legs kicking spasmodically, high heels clicking on the concrete.
Carmen heard one of the bitches scream, "Die, motherfucker!" and watched as Bettina stood over Eugene and shot him to pieces - BANG!BANG!BANG!BANG! Maybe not such pros after all. The blonde left herself fatally exposed as she blasted Eugene, and Carmen felt a surge of sexual excitement as she quickly aimed and fired a single shot into the woman's belly - BANG! Her expression instantly changed from rage to shock. She grunted, "Ugghhhh!!", and doubled over, eyes wide, mouth agape. Carmen ducked back behind the relative safety of the car.
"Yeah!" Carmen said, grinning. "Got one of the cunts. Put one right in her guts. Should have seen her face, man! Gave that bitch a bellyache she ain't ever gonna forget!"
Critmk and Jimbo were beside her. Critmk was breathing raggedly. Carmen didn't think he was going to make it. Jimbo was bleeding from a shoulder wound. Carmen took a deep breath. She knew that if they were going to have any chance at all, they needed more firepower. Reaching across, she opened the door of the car. She snatched a loaded Uzi and two spare clips from the glove compartment as bullets sparked off the glass of the side window opposite. She glanced at the ignition and wished she had a key. They'd have been out of here by now. Of course, they should all have had keys but G-Man had never liked the idea. Too much of a security risk, he'd said. It sure was funny how things turned out.
Carmen was still backing out of the car when, incredibly, the blonde she'd gutshot staggered around the back of the car and into plain view. Bettina was holding her shot belly in one hand and an automatic in the other. "Shot me right in the fucking belly, you motherfucker!" she screamed. "Gonna kill you! Gonna fuck you up!" Before he had a chance to react, she shot Jimbo cleanly through the heart. His whole body shook with the impact but he still flicked up his gun hand and his finger spasmed on the trigger, pumping a bullet neatly into each of her tits. Bettina froze, gazing down at perforated tits, looking vaguely surprised at the day's odd turn of events before falling to her knees and collapsing forward, her pretty face cracking on the concrete. With a look of pure contempt, Jimbo emptied his pistol into the dead girl's body. He was muttering through gritted teeth, "Fucking bitch...fucking whore..." After several shots, the hammer clicked on an empty chamber. Carmen was starting to wonder what was keeping Jimbo going when his arm suddenly dropped and he slowly leaned sideways and toppled over.
Carmen looked at the dead girl's face. Her blue eyes were still open, slightly crossed, and a dribble of blood ran from the corner of her mouth, over her perfect glossy lipstick. She didn't look quite so ready for a modelling assignment now. "I put that bullet in your belly, bitch. It's me you should have killed," Carmen told her. "And here's another." She casually pumped another slug into Bettina's riddled body, just so that she could watch it jerk again. The stench of scorched cordite and sulphur did not obscure the unmistakeable smell of urine. Carmen could see the steaming yellow liquid running out from under the dead blonde's waist, over the concrete, mixing with her blood. "Filty slut, pissing in your panties," Carmen said, and put one last bullet in her, enjoying the way the blonde's dead body twitched as it absorbed the heavy slug. Even as shots were thudding into the car and hitting the walls around her, Carmen could feel herself getting wet. She took her finger off the trigger and stroked herself. Yes, she was definitely getting hot. She was suddenly aware that Critmk was watching her. It was clear that he couldn't believe his eyes.
Carmen leaned over and kissed him on his tear-stained cheek. "Yeah, that's right, Critmk. I love to kill. And, believe me, you'll be thanking me for it by the time this is over."