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2018/12/24
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K/V: Victim
Name: Unnamed
Age: 19, probably.
Sex/Characteristics: see for yourself.
Scene: You're a Consigliere for a powerful Mafia boss in the early 70's. Your boss knows you have a thing for cute short haired brunettes with ample chests.
He also knows you might have darker desires. You've helped him build his empire and now he's offering you his appreciation in the form of this gift - a tied girl and a dark basement full of
tools
. Whether she'll only get a scare tonight or will be handed over to some Soldiers - in a bodybag - is up to you.
Alternate scenario: come up with your own.
>>4708
11:49 AM, Quebec, Canada
Though I do not see the point of it, Diana ordered me to take some time off and relax for a while - as there are no high profile targets currently available for me.
So I am relaxing, I guess - walking down the streets and honing my socialization skills.
I get on a bus. It's nearly empty, but there's a young school girl with abnormally large breasts and the seat next to her is empty.
I take it.
"Your back must be killing you." I told the girl next to me in the bus, in an exercise of empathy.
She blushed.
"Yes… it used to be a pain when I was growing, but it got better with exercise." she said shyly, putting on a smile.
I talked with her until she got off the bus. Emi was a high-school senior, living alone in a condo on the top floor. Her shyness must have been an act, since by the end of our 10 minute conversation she had no issue inviting me over to her place for a few drinks and fun. Her overly developed female body and lack of parental guidance probably steered her down a path of promiscuity. Due to my hairless head she probably couldn't tell my age, but my sculpted body must have piqued her female mate seeking algorithms. I said I'd call her and planted a tracking device on her as she left.
Practice makes perfect. Assassinating young Emi will be a breeze.
18:35
Emi is in her living room, slouched on her sofa and swiping away on her phone like a drone. She must have just gotten home, because she's still wearing her school uniform - her obnoxiously large tits nearly unbuttoning her shirt. In her current position I can't get a clean shot through both her breasts. She keeps her legs crossed and constantly plays with them, making a clean shot in her cunt also unlikely. She's giving me sniper blue balls.
I decide to call her.
She picks up.
"Hey Emi. What's up?" I ask innocuously.
"Oh, nothing much…I'm just chilling… home… all alone." she says, suggestively.
"That's a bit sad… I've been thinking about you all day - your young athletic body drives me…
ballistic
."
"Oh…" she says and puts her free hand on her heaving chest.
"Tell me, what do you like about my body?" she asks, lightly moaning while she stimulates herself.
"Isn't it obvious?" I ask her playfully, as she unbuttons her shirt.
"My big, juicy and perky tits ?" she asks, pinching her massive nipples.
"Oh. I'd shoot all sorts of stuff on those… through those… but I like your cute smile and your apparent innocence even more." I tell her.
"I'm thinking about you too." she says and moans into the phone like a cow. "Where are you?"
"On my way to you, Emi. I'm about to ravage that teen little pussy of yours." I say, provoking her to masturbate.
She doesn't say anything for a few seconds. The only things I can hear from her are light exhales and a faint shlick as she starts fingering herself. The little slut isn't even wearing panties under her dress. Her gigantic fat sacs are moving on her chest like mountains of jello, jolting with every quiver of her meaty thighs. Her reddish brown slit is fully visible through the window. Her sex is begging to be penetrated, but probably not by a 7.62x51 NATO.
"I'll be… wet and waiting." she says and hungs up, probably wanting both her hands free.
I'm on the rooftop of the adjacent building, about 50 meters away. From my position I could probably take off the top of her right tit and still splatter her brain. I decide to watch her masturbate a bit more, maybe an even better shot will present itself.
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