When the unit from the Counter Terrorist Task Force, of the Army Special forces, stormed the corporate building, they came in like death on his silent, pale horse. The terrorist scum didn't know what hit them. Bandits, as the assault team called them, and not particularly smart ones at that. They didn't keep open channels on their walkie talkies. If they had, the leaders higher up might have heard the deaths of their patrol guards lower in the building. As it was, the mooks in the hostage room had no idea what was going to happen to them.

Doors were blown in, and suppressed guns rattled off. While getting outside support for hostage situations was not unusual, the rapid response of this elite unit was. The owners of the business had a deal with the Army, making certain things - certain camps - disappear from the records and keeping them supplied. The fight against Terrorism wasn't always pretty, and it wasn't always what the pukes in the capital could stomach. So when the black ops' favorite shell company got hit, they hit back hard as they could.

Unfortunately, one of the hostages was still a live. The commando leader sighed and shook his head. She was a pretty thing. Blonde. Big green eyes looking up from behind pretty glasses. Her hands were bound behind her back already, and she'd been stripped out of her sweater and jeans, and what underwear she'd worn under that was gone. A quick check showed she wasn't on the list. They had been given a set of names and pictures. If those persons were found alive, they were to be rescued. Some were in one of the other rooms even now being cleaned up and cared to. This girl however, was not on that list.

That made things difficult. No one had said the job was going to be easy (killing the mooks had been but still) and no one said he was going to have to like what he needed to do. She was there,bound, and gagged, looking up at him with those big eyes, pleading. The masked soldier gave a little nod, as if to reassure her, and walked around behind her. She couldn't turn to watch, of course, and that was for the best. A small mercy, he decided. He looked around as he walked behind the naked girl and saw what he was looking for.

It was long, and gleaming, with a defined curve on its single sharp edge, tapering to a finely honed point. A scimitar, the weapon of choice for this particular brand of bastard. Gesturing silently to one of the men, he pointed to the mans belt, and then made a jerking motion. The soldier understood. These bastards were known for how they defiled their prisoners. The younger soldier fished himself out and started a mechanical stroking, softly, so the hostage couldn't hear. Aloud, the bigger commander said. "We're looking for a key." The girl had been handcuffed after all, though her legs had been tied apart to stakes driven into the floor. How they'd managed that, the commando didn't know. If he'd really been intending to save the girl, he'd pick the sword up just as he was now, and use it on those ropes on her ankles.

Sadly for Sonya (according to the name tag on the floor by her clothes) this wasn't to be the case.

He held it with both hands, behind and out of sight, taking steady aim. Another nod, as the man jerking his cock stepped in closer. He was working fast now, and there was a rustling sound, no avoiding it. That confused the pretty blonde secretary, but up ahead one of the other soldiers called out, "Ma'am if you could look this way," and her head snapped up and over, reacting on instinct and impulse.

Perfect.

The sword swung in an arc, catching her just at the center of the back of her neck. Credit where it was due, this blade was perfectly honed and sharpened. No nicks in the metal, and expertly balanced for exactly this kind of thing. A well made weapon, frankly a piece of art that was too finely crafted for the hands of such scum. But it served its only true purpose well, cleaving the girls head from the rest of her body with one swift blow. The head arched up as the body fell forward, blood spraying. His men were out of the way of course, and the torso slumped to the floor before the head landed a few feet away, starring up with a startled, stupefied expression. the eyes blinked, once, and then stayed open, the light fading even as the other soldier stepped into the heads view.

The last thing that Sonya saw was the cock, pointed at her severed face, and the first spurt of white that landed on her skin. She never even had the time to think 'why', before the second load landed, and then third spurt. By the time the man was finished painting her face with cum - just like those scumbags would - she was dead, her eyes and face forever stained, her body shuddering behind her, voiding her bladder and bowels.

Nothing left for it, the man took the sword and drove it into the ground next to her. After the CSI had cleaned the place, he'd keep the blade. No one would ask why. There was a pause, and a picture was taken for his superiors.

Mission Accomplished.

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K/V: Victim
Name: Haley
Age: 19
Sex: F
Characteristics: Average height girl with nice curves, long curly blonde hair and dark eyes.
Scene: Haley is a small town cam girl that loves to blog about life in her town, and post all sorts of horribly inappropriate photos online. Secure behind the belief that no one could find her she routinely taunts some of her clients, thinking they get off on that. But you found her, and now you're going to make sure she learns one final lesson about mocking her viewers.