Teenage Hitgirls For The Mob

Posted by Chips Rafferty on August 24, 2005 at 20:28:13:

Mom always said she would bring me to this!!
Stormy and I had been friends since we were kids, gravitating together when we met stealing candy from markets and snatching purses from elderly women. We were just so bad!!
It was only natural I suppose we would grow even closer as we entered our teens and both developed the most magnificent, toned, tanned and shapely bodies with breasts that mocked trainer bras.
I remember well that day when we had stripped down to our underwear for what started as a harmless pillow fight, and our lips accidentally touched, and our full ripe breasts squished nipple to nipple and our shapely thighs came together, delicately trimmed bush against delicately trimmed bush. Oh what an afternoon of passion ensued on that plastic sheet drenched with baby oil as we slid over each other's nubile forms, exploring and sucking and kissing.
And then of course there was the constant partying with boys and more boys. We were such BAD girls!!
Oh yes, and then there was the time when, to pay our way our through college, we embarked on our careers for the mob as 18 year old hitgirls. Our targets were mainly bikini clad beach girls who had refused to fix beauty contests. We would lure them into hot sexual liaisons using our unrivalled and stunning looks to tempt them down the path of lesbianism. Then when they were completely besotted by our charms we would slowly, ever so slowly, strangle them and leave their dead, naked, tanned, perfect bodies lying limply on the beach as a warning to others, their puzzled expressions and unfocussed baby blue eyes staring vacantly at the crowds of curious onlookers.
What happy days, but it was Stormy who grew restless and suggested we moonlight by murdering amateur strippers at debauched suburban parties. These gorgeous exhibitionists had begun to affect rather badly the strip clubs run by local crime magnates and many a scantily clad dead girl began to be found on neat suburban lawns. And the money we earned for their disposal was good, very good!! Thats why we began to neglect somewhat our business of murdering amazingly endowed and proportioned beach girls and, justifiably, one must admit, it did anger the mob.
At many a meeting in some den of iniquity there were murmurs of, "Dose two girls, beautiful though they are, sensationally upholstered as they are, are just getting a little above themselves. Dey is earning more dan we are".
I suppose in hindsight we should have had some inclination of danger when one black night we received a summons to despatch six beach girls who were indulging in experimental lesbian sex in a deserted warehouse just out of town. But we were a little over confident. After all, who would want to kill two 18 year old magnificently proportioned, stunningly attractive hitgirls?
So it was something of a shock when we entered the warehouse and instead of the usual panoply of naked pulchritude we found three leather jacketed mob executioners, one of them a superb redhead, her cleavage oozing from the top of her black chamois leather jumpsuit.
"What do you want with us?" I bleated feebly when I saw their levelled and silenced pistols pointing at our fit nubile selves.
"Da boss says you bin getting too big for your boots and you needs a lesson in humility" one of the unfeeling brutes said.
Stormy and I looked at one another aghast. Stormy's cornflower blue eyes blinked with fear and her rose red lips parted in shock as she stammered, "Are we to be killed?"
The hit people just sneered!!
"No you can't do such a thing" I said feebly, my heart pounding fiercely, causing my ample breasts to rise and fall rapidly. "No, this is unfair. Have we not done everything you asked? Please, we are so young, and both of us so perfect. You can't kill us".
The hitlady with the flaming red hair cascading down over her shoulders (sending tendrils of recalcitrant locks onto the ivory perfection of her ample cleavage which burst from her ever so tight leather outfit) exclaimed, "We can kill you and we will".
"Oooooh" I gasped placing my hands on my heaving bosom.
"Oooooh" said Stormy and our eyes met and melted as we both realised we would never play strap ons again.
Both the grinning, gum chewing, leather jacketed hit men raised their guns, but the woman spoke.
"Let me kill them" said the red haired bitch as she adopted a hot stance, breasts thrust arrogantly forward and legs spread wide.
"Let meeeeeeee" she hissed.
Stormy and I raised our hands in meek surrender.
"No" we chorused!!!!
"No, please, please we are begging you, don't shoot us down. We will do anything, anything".
It was stifling in the warehouse, and in fear and confusion at this horrible turn of events Stormy had stripped her top off and was standing attired in her bra, stiletto high heels and skin tight blue jeans. There was a hint of nipple as her breasts spilled over the top of the white lace cups. Her dark hair cascaded enticingly down over her shoulders.
As she stretched her arms upwards (in meek surrender) her jeans gaped slightly at the waist revealing the top of her thong.
I looked from the guns, pointed phallic like at her tender, firm, youthful flesh, to her.
Then I looked from her to the guns pointed phallic like.
Was she to be the first to die?
The answer came soon enough with a sharp PHUTTT!!!!!
I saw a wisp of smoke emit from the silenced barrel of the red head's gun and I noted the cruel look of satisfaction in her green eyes.
Stormy had been standing, pleading, begging.
"Please, no don't shoot me, please I don't want to die, I'm too young to Derrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!
The bullet had struck her right between the breasts and had somehow CUT the strap of her bra between the cups. The cups instantly fell away to reveal, in all their perfection, her magnificently proportioned breasts. Stormy's petulant and rose red lips were parted in a silent scream. Her pale blue eyes were opened wide in horror.
"You shot me" she gasped. "YOU.......SHOT........ME!!!!!"
She looked down at the small red hole between her breasts. As she dropped her arms to her sides the ruined bra slid down over her lithe slightly muscled arms and dropped to the floor.
"Look at my bra!!" she whimpered, "It's.......ruined now".
A small trickle of blood flowed from the neat hole, and trickled over her flat stomach and down the front of her skin tight jeans. Another small trickle dripped from the corner of her rose red lips and splashed onto her breasts.
"Ooooooh, oooooh, doooooooooooooohhhhh!!!" she moaned and sank to her knees.
"This is taking too long" said the red haired bitch hitwoman as she raised her gun.
Stormy looked up imploringly and saw where the barrel pointed.
She shook her head.
"No" she blubbered, "No, not my perfect breasts!!".
PHUTTTTT!!!
Another neat red hole appeared in Stormy's breast, right through the nipple, but not quite dead centre.
"Blaaaaaaa, derrrrrr, errrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!" said Stormy as she toppled, slowly at first, then faster and faster to the floor, lifelessly, face down, breasts squished, arms by the side, hands uppermost, eyes wide open. Her body twitched and jiggled. Her arse pounded up and down like she was making wild passionate love to the floor, her arms flopped up and down. Suddenly she was still. Her eyes focussed for a second or two as if she had just found something incredibly interesting on the floor boards, then they rolled up, crossed over and went dull and unfocussed. Her tongue unravelled and slurped about for a bit before poking out between her lips. Then she burped, emitted a long satisfactory fart, groaned just a little at this last indignity and was finally dead.
"You killed my best buddy", I screamed, "she's dead, dead, DEADDDDD you bitch".
The hit people glanced at one another. They grinned.
The red headed bitch said menacingly "And YOU are next".
"No please, I won't tell anyone. Let me go" I yelped like a craven cur.
The red haired bitch of a hitwoman threw her head back causing her breasts to ooze a little further from her leather jump suit and sending wave upon wave of vibrant locks flowing down her back.
"Ha ha ha haaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!" she laughed.
I had the most appalling feeling I was to meet my doom.
I looked down at Stormy's dead body, her legs spread wide apart, blood welling from the death wounds in her ample breasts, cross eyed, tongue poking out and every now and then still gently farting.
I shuddered.
"Boo hoo, please don't shoot me" I blubbered.
PHUTTTTTTT!!!!
Yikes, I was hit. Where? Was I dead? A sort of crazy excitement gripped me. What a rush!! I was being murdered. ME!! Being killed!!!
I looked down and there in my belly was a neat red hole.
"You shot me in the belly?"
"Yeah" replied one of the hitmen and with that PHUTTT!!! I was shot again!!
I looked down and saw another neat red hole in the middle of my left nipple.
This was too much. I felt myself lubing up. My pussy was beginning to moisten with excitement. Would they notice?
In the frantic moments after I had been shot in the belly I had absent mindedly ripped off my tight T- Shirt with the words "Forget Me Not" emblazoned across my ample and perfect 38D breasts. I had neglected to put on a bra that morning and now realized my oversight. Not that I NEEDED a bra. And then with the impact of the second slug my pelmet cover like micro mini had dropped to the floor around my ankles, so that I was now standing clad only in nose bleed high stiletto heels and a thong!!
I had an overwhelming urge to run my hands over my incredibly erect nipples and extend a crooked finger into my wet dripping pussy, and, riddled with lead though I was, gave into the urge.
"Berrr, berrrrr, brrrrrp" I stuttered as a thin stream of angry red blood flowed from my mouth over my succulent, tender lips and onto my chin. The very same lips that had left traces of lipstick on many a penis and that same chin which had witnessed so often a stream of delicious cum!!
PHUTTT, the third hitman had pumped a slug of his own into my toned body, and orgasmic waves of pleasure were wracking my dying and youthful form.
Was it hot in here or was it just me?
I looked down and there was yet another neat red hole, this time next to the nipple in my RIGHT breast. I seemed to have lost control. My hands flickered even faster all over my body, feeling, touching, caressing.
I heard a long satisfied elongated "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" and realised that it was ME, climaxing in a way I had never felt before in one last wild pulsating orgasm!!
The room began to spin and I knew I was falling, falling, falling. And then I was on the floor, looking up, viewing everything with unbelievable clarity. A hitman was approaching, arm extended, gun aimed!! PHUTTTT, PHUTTTT.
The slugs slammed into me like two great purple headed warriors, ravaging my innards and sending me into a spiral of sexual extasy. I felt my arse slamming onto the floor as I thrust my groin repeatedly and invitingly in the hitman's direction. The rehead looked on with interest.
And then nothing. I felt my limbs twitching and my breasts jiggling and then my body was limp, dead, no more. I belonged to the ages. My head lolled to one side and I realised I lay next to Stormy, my extended hand gently caressing her melon like left boob.
"What a waste" one of the hitmen ejaculated verbally.
"Let's get some use out of them" said the other, and they unzipped and took out their massive scimitar like dicks and began pumping themselves until cum spurted forth all over our supine and still beautiful corpses.
A great dollop of hot cum splashed right on the end of my nose, which, being cross eyed in death, I could see perfectly clearly. Another dollop landed on my tongue, which hung like a great wet dishcloth over my cheek. More spurted onto my ripe pink erect nipples and even more onto my wet open pussy.
We lay dead and humiliated.
The redhead stepped forward.
"Hey cut it out" she said, "I'm keeping their clothes for myself. Don't want your jack all over them!!!!".
"Them clothes is for our gals", shouted one of the hitmen.
"Yeah", said the other "AND their jewellery".
"Damn you" shouted the hitwoman drawing her gun, but she was too late.
PHUTTT, PHUTTT, PHUTTT, PHUTTT went the hitmen's guns and the red headed bitch hitwoman staggered under the impact.
She tried to raise her gun.
PHUTTT, her first bullet struck the floorboards uselessly and ineffectually a couple of feet in front of her.
PHUTTT and her second attempt shot the dead and beautiful Stormy in the arse. Stormy gave a little jump.
PHUTTT PHUTTT PHUTTT went the hitmen's guns again and the redheaded bitch collapsed like a marionette with it's strings cut, the impact of her voluptuous body on the floor breaking the zipper of her jump suit and allowing her breasts to spill out in all their naked glory.
"Oooooh NOOOOOOO" she exclaimed, "I'm deeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaad"
And with that she expired.
"I know!!!" said one of the hitmen, "let's strip them all and dump them in a pile"
And so it was that the three naked bodies of Stormy, the red headed bitch hitwoman and myself were left in that deserted warehouse piled in an entangled heap of erotic, voluptuous, limp, warm, naked, dead and exquisitely beautiful female flesh.
Thus it was I found myself with my lips pressed firmly against Stormy's nipple while her finger had somehow found it's way into my still warm and moist pussy. The red headed bitch hitwoman's lips kissed my arse in a final farewell salute while her legs straddled Stormy's face.
So if you happen to find our cooling corpses, feel free to take full advantage of the situation.
We await your pleasure.
But wait..........Stormy and I had twin sisters!!! And they want.......REVENGE!!!!
Explore our corpses at your peril!!

The End