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Worth Waiting For: Chapter 3



I woke to the sound of automatic weapons fire.

Nothing to worry about, of course. You can't live on your own private island in international waters without needing some protection, and the protection in this case comes in the form of a mercenary team who live and work on the island, protecting it from pirates and making sure that whenever somebody is snuffed on the island, they are consenting and have received permission from me.

Recruiting them is a tricky balance. The natural choice of person to act as private security for an island full of necrophiliacs and cannibals would be, well, necrophiliacs and cannibals. On the other hand, you really don't want to have emotionally unstable murderers wandering around with automatic weaponry. So, the trick is to find veteran mercs who are into snuff but not unstable, or ones who are so utterly jaded that they genuinely don't give a fuck so long as the pay's good. And the pay is VERY good.

The live fire training exercises and target practice that keeps them sharp can be a pain in the ass sometimes. The island isn't very big, so the sound of assault rifles will wake you up pretty much wherever you are, which is inconvenient if you have a massive hangover. That's why all the apartments are soundproofed.

But of course, I wasn't in my apartment.

The fire pit was still glowing faintly, for which I was grateful. It gets warm quickly on a tropical island, but the mercs start their drills early on training days, so it was still chilly, with a light mist coming off the lagoon and I didn't feel much like walking back to my apartment just yet, so the heat from the banked embers was very welcome.

If not for the loud hammering of rapid-fire from the barracks, I'd have enjoyed waking up stark naked on the beach by a fire. I'd held a private party out here last night. Just me and a lovely Russian girl called Anastasia. She'd long since gone cold of course, but I pulled a few tender strips of meat off her carcass and chewed them thoughtfully as I watched the sun rise over the ocean.

I became aware of footsteps behind me and turned. The man who was approaching didn't bat an eyelid. He'd seen me naked far more than he'd seen me clothed, and the cooked carcass of a human being was an extremely common sight on the island.

“Good morning, Harry.” I greeted him with an expansive smile.

“Mister Lawes.” Harry McVenner was not a man of many or very eloquent words. Except for when he was swearing noisily at the mercs – then you could go on all afternoon and use some VERY colourful expressions. As far as I can tell, he's also as completely asexual as he is amoral.

“Breakfast?” I asked generously. “She's gone cold I'm afraid but she's still delicious.”

“No thank you, sir.”

“Suit yourself. What can I do for you, anyway?”

“Your client from China arrived this morning, Sir. The plane's moored at point seven.”

“Ah, excellent. Did you find the requested volunteers?”

“Yes sir. Seven men, as requested. They're warming up on the course right now.”

That explained the noise, at least. “Thank you, Harry. I'm going to go get dressed. Tell your men that if they're hungry for long pig, there's two thirds of a girl down here that needs finishing up so long as they leave the site tidy.”
“I'll do that Mister Lawes, thank you.”

He turned and marched away toward the barracks at speed. I knelt down in front of the well-cooked corpse of my companion of last night. The face was still mostly intact, so I kissed her dead lips and thanked her, then closed her eyes and headed back to my apartment, chewing on a cut of meat from her gluteus maximus.

The walk back to my apartment was largely uneventful. I paused to say “good morning” to two of the club working girls – Madison and Yvette – who were out for an early morning jog. The two of them smiled at my nakedness but didn't pass comment. After all, if the billionaire head of a secret global network of sexual deviants can't go nude on his own private island, what's the point? I informed them that there was a half-eaten girl on the beach and if they got there quickly they might be able to grab some of the meat, plus a few of the troopers if they wanted. They thanked me and jogged off towards my last night's campsight.

Back at my apartment, I showered, brushed my teeth and shaved, and tried to select something from my generous wardrobe, finally settling on a slightly old-fashioned but very stylish khaki linen suit that was just crying out to be matched with a pith helmet... if only I owned one. I popped a couple of painkillers with a glass of water to ease my hangover, and then called my new client.

Xiao Guan-Yin and I exchanged polite greetings and I welcomed her to the island. Normally, I'd have turned on the charm but having read the report from the psych-profiler who'd invited her to try out the matchmaking service, I thought better of it. It wouldn't work anyway. From what I understood, while nearly everyone on my payroll gets off on death, Guan-Yin literally couldn't get excited at all unless she was killing somebody, or in serious danger of being killed herself. An irony, considering that her name apparently translates as “Goddess of Mercy”.

So, when invited to use our service, she'd told the selectors to give her pretty much anybody at all as a demonstration. This was her second use of our service, and it was possibly the most unusual request we had ever received.

You see, when I was talking about my island earlier, I was really only referring to the northern half of it, around the lagoon and coral atoll. The other half of the island is a wilderness - a tangled, dense forest that it would be very easy to get lost in if it wasn't so small. It is, however, big enough for Guan-Yin's purposes, because what she requested was that she be allowed to hunt and be hunted by a number of my mercenaries in that jungle. We had settled on seven, at an appropriate price, this being judged enough to satisfy her bloodthirst.

Seven mercs versus a single small Chinese lady may sound like impossible odds, but Guan-Yin's file suggested otherwise. Let's just say that it's amazing how deadly some people can be and leave it at that. Frankly, I had my doubts that seven would be enough.

Pleasantries exchanged, I arranged to meet her at the jungle's edge. She showed up wearing only a simple white T-shirt and loose cargo jeans, with no other visible equipment. We shook hands, and I was quietly amazed at the strength in her grip... and a little unnerved (and aroused) by the cold look in her eye.

We went over the rules again, as she herself had dictated them. The only equipment she would be allowed would be a survival knife. She would have until six o'clock that evening to turn the wilderness into her little territory, and then the seven mercenary volunteers would enter, armed with whatever weaponry and equipment they felt like.

I was surprised by how literally she took the “knife only” rule. She thanked me earnestly, and then promptly stripped off her clothing. Her body, I confess, was amazing. My taste in women usually involves women who are a healthy weight, but still curvy, soft and womanly. Her narrow hips and small, high breasts came from a body type I don't usually go for at all, but it was her muscles that set her apart. I could see almost every one of them, tensed and powerful beneath taught, supple skin. There wasn't a gram of spare fat on her anywhere, and not a single muscle that didn't look like it had been exercised to human perfection. The effect was... predatory, and highly erotic.

She turned to present her tight buttocks to me. “Would you confirm that I am not smuggling anything?” She asked. I was pleased to oblige her and used my finger to explore first her pussy, then her anus and found nothing. A quick palpitation of her stomach left me feeling nothing hard that might indicate she had swallowed something, and an investigation of her mouth turned up nothing. I began to check her hair for a concealed garotte, but she stopped me, and instead used her knife with bewildering skill and precision to trim it down to an elfin cut that just served to accentuate her delicate oriental features, and couldn't conceivably be used to hide anything.

“You are indeed carrying nothing other than your knife, Miss Xiao.” I informed her, and that concluded our conversation. Weighing the simple blade contemplatively in her hand, she strode into the foliage and out of sight without any further comment.

With several hours to go until the mercs were due to go in, I pulled my cellphone from my pocket and invited one of the club's snuff-girls, Angela Wu, to join me in the club's hot tub.

Several hours later, I was reclining among a pile of throw pillows and beanbags on the main floor of Club Moros. All of the girls, some clients and a fair few of the mercs and other staff were present, and like most events at the club, clothing was optional. I, for instance, was completely happy and comfortable skyclad, and Angela had fallen asleep nuzzled up against me wearing only a dreamy smile.

Lazily, I looked around and caught Bridget's gaze. She winked at me and cheekily pulled down her top to flash me for a second, then returned to gossiping and giggling with two of the other girls.

The reason for our little party was the large bank of screens and flat TVs that the club's techs had set up on stage. Everyone in the club wanted to watch Xiao Guan-Yin's hunt play out, so over the preceding few days the techs had laboured to wire the jungle with a few hundred cameras, including conventional ones, so-called “starlight” cameras which could see clear as day even on an almost pitch-dark night, and thermal cameras.

Everyone's favourites were the starlight cameras. No shitty Paris Hilton sex tape green for these things, the view through each one might as well have been fully lit, if you ignored the predominately dark blue colour range. No, THAT colour scheme was reserved for the seven screens showing the view from the helmet cameras of the seven mercs who were going through their last weapons and equipment checks not far from where I'd intimately examined the body of the woman they would soon be playing a deadly game of hide and seek with.

To keep things fair, they didn't have any kind of night vision goggles or thermal imaging sights on their guns. Other than that, almost anything went. Between them they were carrying two shotguns, three SMGs, one M4 carbine and two of those British SA80 assault rifles. I'd wondered aloud about the wisdom of using those in such close environs, until one of the girls – Mercedes, our resident cowgirl and Texan gun nut – had explained the word “bullpup” to me.

A hush fell over the makeshift theatre as the mercs finished their checks, wished each other good luck, and entered the hunting ground.

On the thermal cameras, Xiao was completely visible, but via the starlight cameras she was surprisingly hard to pick out. Pretty much the first thing she'd done was cover herself head to toe in mud, and she hardly stood out against the trees at all. She moved instantly when the hunters entered the forest, ghosting away from the spot she'd been making camp for the last half hour and circling east as the mercs split into two teams – four and three - and started to advance as a unit, heading directly south in a methodical search pattern.

For a long time, nothing much happened, but the hall was rapt, silent except for the occasional soft sound of pleasure as people vented their tension and arousal, sometimes with the help of another, sometimes not.

For my part, the marathon session in the hot tub with Angela had left me quite unable to get aroused, but that didn't stop her from quietly taking my cock in her mouth and working it with her tongue.

When Xiao finally struck, it was with a suddenness that made several people jump, and even prompted a couple of startled shrieks. She had worked her way close to the larger merc team and was lurking nearby, moving with a silence that seemed impossible given how much foliage there was around to brush through, or noisy things to step on. She paused between two large tree roots as the patrol got closer and closer, and it seemed impossible that one of them wouldn't see her, but it was clear that she was even more invisible to them than she was to thestarlight cameras. On the helmet cams, we saw her appear in the frame again and again, eyes gleaming silver-bright from reflected infrared... but the mercs never reacted once.

Then she made her move. The moment the point man had looked away, and the other three were turned to check the flanks and van, she sprang from her position between the rocks and appeared to just sprint past the point man without touching him. Then she was gone into the brush with a rustle as behind her startled yells erupted, accompanied by gunfire.

The point man, seen from a starlight camera, had an almost puzzled expression as he raised his hand to the geyser of blood spurting from the ear-to-ear gouge in his neck, and I considered how sharp the knife must be to produce such a wound with so little apparent effort. Still frowning more in consternation than anything else, he sunk to his knees, then onto his side and passed out. A few seconds later the vital signs on his helmet cam readout flatlined. Xiao had scored her first kill.

There was a buzz of excited conversation all around me, all of it appreciative. Looking around, I could see that a lot of people had started the orgy off in earnest. Bridget, I noticed, was enjoying herself in a corner with a client's cock in her mouth – I recognized him as an international sports personality – and straddling the tongue of somebody whom I judged to be one of our other snuff-girls, Reshma, though it was hard to tell given where her face was.

Xiao, meanwhile, had escaped, and paused to regroup near a camera cluster. Everyone could see the difference in her. Moments before, she had been an ice queen, totally expressionless and totally unaroused. Now, her nipples were like pencil erasers, her eyes were slightly glazed and her lips were parted. The change in her personality was dramatic too. She spotted the camera and blew a kiss to it with one hand while the other slipped two fingers into her pussy. She grabbed one of her boobs and savagely twisted her own nipple, then with a smile and a wink she was on the move again, moving to attack team two and leave team one to cool down a little and be less jumpy.

Halfway across the wilderness, team two had entered a zone she had spent some time preparing during the day. The trap wasn't very elaborate. In fact, it was just some vines tied to bushes in such a way as to make them rustle and move as if somebody had brushed against or through them. Xiao herself was far too stealthy to make such a noise, and slipped into position where the vine ropes met, in the cradle of a tree's branches several feet off the ground. Smiling evilly to herself, she grasped one, and gave a slight tug.

I don't know much about combat, but the mercs moved with what looked like commendable speed and professional precision as they all snapped around to aim their guns not directly at the bush that had moved, but rather in its general vicinity. They held fire, however.

Xiao tugged on a second rope, and another bush nearby issued the faintest of rustling sounds which was drowned almost instantly under the BRRAAP! Noise of an SMG being fired at it for just a second or so.

“Noise distraction” one of the mercs said. “stay frosty, she's here somewhere.”
What the others made of this order stayed unknown, because that was the point where the huntress activated the OTHER trap. With a flick of that razor-sharp knife, she severed a vine, and a branch that had been pulled right back around and tied in place straightened out with a crash and crackle of stressed wood. It caught one of the mercs full in the chest and launched him into the underbrush with a wet cough as his rib cage was crushed by the impact. Another merc spun to the ground cursing as the whip tip of the branch caught his arm. The damage was only superficial however, and he was back on his feet in seconds.

“Shit...” he cursed. “Where is she?”
“Check Tanner.” the team leader ordered, and the merc with the bruised arm peered into the destruction left by the flying body.
“If he ain't dead, he will be soon.” he reported.
“Fuck 'im then. Fall back, let's get out of these traps.”

Xiao watched them go. once they were out of sight she dropped from her tree and vanished into the undergrowth near where the fallen merc had flown. The merc had landed just in sight of a camera, which zoomed in on him as Guan-Yin appeared like a wraith from the brush next to him. He was, for the time being, still among the living but was clearly on his way out. Seeing her approach he tried to raise his gun, but there was no strength in his arm and she took it from him without effort. Instead, she sat on his chest, which drew a moan of torment from him, and pressed her nude body against his ruined torso, writhing like a snake as she rubbed her pussy against him. She pressed her knife to his throat, and the man's pained noises turned to gurgles as blood started to flow from his jugular, which Guan-Yin lapped at like a thirsty leopard.

It didn't take long for the merc to expire, his last breath bubbling wetly through the gory hole in his throat. Guan-Yin issued the first sound she had made since the hunt began: an involuntary girlish gasp of pleasure. Then she stripped the holstered side-arm from his corpse, strapped it around her own sweat-slick, toned legs, and was gone into the brush again.

Moving swiftly and surely, she soon caught up with where team one were advancing cautiously along a trail. This kill wound up being quite simple. The vanguard wasn't watching his back properly and she almost walked up behind him, sliding the knife into the side of his throat before he even became aware of her presence.

The dying merc stood still, apparently too shocked to react or make any noise, and daringly she pressed herself against him. Her hand slithered around his body to fondle his crotch, and she nuzzled the undamaged side of his throat, planting sweet kisses there. She even unzipped his fatigues and slipped her hand inside. For a few seconds they stood there intertwined in a mockery of two lovers as she let his strength desert him. She smiled in anticipation as he sagged, knowing what the noise would bring.

The middle man in the patrol turned and gave a startled yell. His shotgun came up and roared and Xiao ducked as the body of the man she had just killed jerked, buckshot slowed just enough by his body armour to avoid penetrating and killing her.

Lightning-quick, her pilfered handgun almost leapt from its holster into her hand and the second merc went down, an arrow-straight line of three holes appearing above his heart, in his throat and between his eyes. The point man, carrying one of the SA80s, brought the weapon around and sprayed accurate death at where she had been, but she was already gone. Moving with almost supernatural grace and precision she spun through the hail of bullets, behind a tree, into a bush and away. A stray bullet caught the pistol and tore it from her hand as she fled, leaving her totally unarmed.

The merc with the assault rifle checked his comrades, and pulled Xiao's abandoned knife from the first one's throat with a passively curious “hunh” that was very at odds with the brutal firefight of only moments before. He made the same noise when he discovered a splatter of blood on the tree Guan-Yin had gone to ground behind. He was wearing a full-face mask in defiance of the tropical night-time heat, but we could still see him smile grimly behind it.

Sure enough, the bitch was hit. On thermal camera, the bleeding wound made by the 5.56mm round that had gone through her left bicep was a glowing trail. She was muttering to herself in Mandarin as she moved, clearly in pain, but her path was taking her straight towards the two survivors of team two.

“What's she saying?” I asked Angela. Around us, the orgy was in full swing and you'd have forgiven people from not paying attention to the show on screen, considering how much world-class cock and pussy was coming together in the room, but everyone was rapt, staring at the drama on screen even as they fucked each other raw.

“In English, she'd be moaning “Fuck yeah. Oh god, I'm so hot”.” Angela told me, smiling ear-to-ear. My own contented smile broadened and I had her get on hands and knees. Still focusing on the camera action, I fucked her doggy style.

Back in the jungle, Guan-Yin had paused to fashion a makeshift tourniquet from the pilfered gun holster. She worked quickly and soon the blood flow from the wound in her arm had stopped, though the arm itself was still hanging weakly by her side. Despite this handicap and her lack of weaponry, her enthusiasm wasn't dented in the slightest and before long she was stalking up on the two remaining members of team two.

Her assault lacked the careful planning and cold hunting behaviour of before. This time, she launched herself from the brush as soon as they were both facing in the wrong direction. One of the mercs went down as she kicked the back of his knees and he fell flat on his back. The other was bowled over as she charged him with her shoulder. Before he could recover she had pressed a knee against the back of her prey's neck, grabbed the front of his helmet with her good hand and yanked hard. The merc convulsed as his neck broke noisily, and his vital signs flatlined on our monitors instantly.

Merc two rolled upright and started to bring an SMG to bear but Guan-Yin was a blur as she spun in past the weapon's barrel and knocked it from the merc's grasp with a roundhouse kick. The two began grappling and striking at one another using a simple but brutally efficient unarmed combat system that owed as much to down-and-dirty street fighting as it did to martial arts. The merc, despite trying to exploit the psychotic Chinese woman's wounded arm, was clearly outmatched and soon wound up being thrown to the ground with a rush of knocked out wind. Grinning in triumph, Guan-Yin leapt astride him, pinning his arms to the ground with her knees and began beating him around the head with a stone. She got two good blows in and was raising the stone for a third when a gunshot made everyone watching jump.

The camera that had been watching the fight pulled back a little, and we could see that even in the middle of being bludgeoned to death with a rock, the merc had found the presence of mind to pull out his sidearm and fired it straight into Xiao's perfectly muscled, toned belly.

Xiao dropped the rock, her face a mask of equal parts horror, pain and shock. But beneath all that was the reason she was on the island in the first place. There was an undercurrent to her expression that said that, beneath the agony of a gut-shot, and the fear of her now certain death, she was enormously turned on, and sexually satisfied on a very, VERY deep level.

The merc moved his pistol for a second shot, but somehow Xiao's good hand whipped around and smacked the gun away just before it went off. She grabbed his wrist, and the two wrestled with the deadly implement for several long, agonising moments.

Ultimately, the stunning blows to the head that the merc had taken proved his downfall. Guan-Yin managed to get a leverage advantage and slowly, inexorably and with no small hint of malicious slowness, she forced the gun around until it was pressed against the defeated man's temple, and squeezed the trigger. Bone, blood and brain matter exploded across the forest floor and Xiao made a loud noise of triumph and pleasure, totally forgetting to be silent just long enough to undo herself.

There was a rustle of foliage behind her and she twisted, already raising the pistol with incredible reflexes, but the last surviving mercenary had the drop on her, and a three-round burst from his SA80 crippled her remaining good arm and put a bloody crater in her thigh. The pilfered pistol dropped from her nerveless fingers and she fell back on the grass with a cry of pain that sounded suspiciously orgasmic.

The game was over, and she knew it. Even without the gut wound, neither of her arms would ever work properly again, and her leg was useless. Defeated, Xiao Guan-Yin smiled at the man who was about to kill her. Her left arm still worked enough for her to push two fingers deep into her pussy, and she soon lost herself to mounting pleasure, fingering herself desperately.

The merc let his gun fall to the ground and pulled his defeated foe's knife from his belt. Guan-Yin stared at it with wild, lustful eyes, then looked into the merc's eyes with a pleading expression. He smiled grimly behind the mask and knelt down next to her.

The blade must really have been very sharp. Guan-Yin issued another of those erotic squeals of agony as he took it to her chest, cutting an X shape into each tiny, pert breast that must have gone right to the bone. He cut her again and again, with each stroke of the blade becoming less like a precise incision, and more like a machete swipe until he was hacking madly at her body, flaying her perfectly athletic body with a hundred berserk strokes.

Somehow, even this didn't kill her. Throughout her mutilation, she continued to ram her fingers in and out of her soaking wet cunt. When finally he stopped, gasping and sobbing, it was only so he could pull his pulsing, glistening cock from his fatigues and ram it into her.

She took the knife from him in the hand that was still covered in her own juices, and raised it to point directly at her own heart, angled so that it would slip between her ribs. He placed his hand over hers, and the knife paused there just long enough for her to close her eyes and start twitching in orgasmic pleasure. Then, as one, they sank the blade up to its hilt into her heart.

She died instantly, eyes closed and lips parted in an expression of sexual bliss that sent most of the Moros snuff-girls wild in sympathy and jealousy. The merc issued a bestial rumbling noise as her pussy spasmed in her death throes and milked a ferocious climax from him. Back in the club, the scene drove me over the edge too, and I shot pulse after pulse of burning hot cum into Angela's womb.

I sat back on my throw pillow, panting and sweating, and watched as the surviving merc pulled the knife from Xiao Guan-Yin's hearts and licked the blood off it. A little unsteadily, he turned and walked away from the flayed body of the Chinese huntress, back towards his quarters, a shower and a well-earned bed.

“Well done, Harry.” I said, raising an imaginary glass to salute him. I'd wanted for a long time to see him come out of his shell and murder-fuck somebody.

It had been well worth the wait.