Name: Arlene
Age: 20
Description: See image. A social media influencer who has ended up owing a serious drug debt to some unsavoury and violent people
Type of Death: Murder
Scenario: Parking garage at midnight.


>>5389
July 12th, 2021
Location: apartment complex located in the suburbs of Moscow.

The small loitering suicide drone buzzed lazily over the high rise, its gimballed IR/Thermal camera locked on to the attractive, naked young woman sunbathing on a balcony on the 15th floor. Its operator was in a white panel van, about 10 km from the unmanned aircraft. He kept one hand steady on the control stick, the other hand jerking at his erect dick. Jessica Ling was one fine piece of pussy, he thought to himself as the camera zoomed in for a close up of her exposed chest, her bountiful tits rising and falling as she slowly masturbated, her slender fingers rubbing her neatly manicured cunt.

His earpiece crackled. "We've got a go for the mission. Deliver the package and exfiltrate as soon as possible". With a disappointed sigh, the drone operator put away his cock and concentrated on the objective at hand. With a light touch, he pulled the drone into a deep dive, making sure to keep the nose pointed at the target's center mass. The altimeter rapidly ticked down, from 4000 feet to 3000 feet to 1000 feet within a minute.

Jessica Ling knew she was supposed to die some time that day. She had made the request herself, knowing that the alternative of being tortured by the FSB's interrogators, or even worse, spilling the beans on the CIA's activities within Russia would be disastrous. She just didn't know how. Would a sniper put a bullet through her head? Would her car be rigged to explode? Would someone slip cyanide into her morning coffee? The nervous anticipation of her imminent death had made her incredibly horny, and desperate for sexual release.

The spy was no longer able to contain herself. She pulled off her t-shirt and black lace panties, poured herself a couple shots of whiskey and made her way to the reclining chair on the outdoor balcony. It was a fine summer morning and she stretched her arms out lazily. For some reason, Jessica felt incredibly ALIVE at that moment. The breeze blew warm Moscow air across the balcony. She could feel every micro current of air brush against her curvacious, athletic body. Jessica pounded back a shot, then another for courage. The spy sat down on the recliner, spread her long, powerful legs and began to rub her pussy vigorously.

Jessica closed her eyes as she began to feel the onset of an orgasm, and she increased her shlicking pace. A faint buzzing sound reached her ears. Despite her aroused state, the training drilled into her still reacted. She opened her eyes and looked across the sky. There it was, a speck from her vantage point, but no mistaking it. A drone, a little dart shaped thing circling above. Not one of those high altitude jobs, but something capable of being carried in a backpack. She knew then that her life was very nearly at its end.

Jessica masturbated harder and faster, determined to get one last orgasm out before dying. Despite her patriotism, her heart began to pound away in fear. She was scared shitless of death, of ceasing to exist, and of her parents and siblings never knowing the truth of her demise. The buzzing grew and grew, and Jessica grabbed her left tit, squeezing and pulling at her breast and nipple. Finally, she felt her cunt squeeze and contract, and felt the familiar rush of ecstasy and release, sticky fluids squirting over her fingers. The buzzing stopped, and Jessica opened her beautiful, almond brown eyes for the last time.

The drone cut its engine as it entered terminal velocity. Nestled within the streamlined airframe was a 25lb plastic explosive charge mated to a contact detonator. The tip of the nose piece punched into Jessica's pert, soft right breast. It continued on, plowing deep into her body, breaking through her ribcage, piercing through her right lung, and finally breaking out her back. There was a half second pause as Jessica Ling stared at the object impaling her formerly flawless, supermodel body. She opened her mouth to scream, and the detonator finally activated, rather belatedly.

Even from 10 km away the explosion was big enough to rattle the inside of the white panel van. The drone operator smiled, and turned off the display. Another successful mission, and for a bonus he had managed to screencap all 600 frames of the last minute of Jessica Ling's life, all from a top down perspective. Hell, he had even managed to get a view of her insides. That was something new to fap to.