Dark Assassins
Short Story by J. Coleman
I'm Joanna Dark. I was just 23 and fresh out of training from the Carrington Institute where I'd shattered all previous training score records and had graduated with top honors. As a special field operative now, I was given the code name "Perfect Dark" and I planned to exceed my expectations and bring down DataDyne Corporation once and for all.
My sister, code name "Velvet Dark" was already a Carrington operative and she warned me upon my graduation that Cassandra DeVries, head of DataDyne already knew about me and had contracted killers to stop me before I ever got started. That news, while well appreciated, was not about to stop me.
I spent the next few days pouring over all the intelligence on DataDyne and their vast global network until I received a rather cryptic message from my sister, telling me to meet her at an abandoned warehouse near DataDyne Corporate Headquarters at midnight. The note said she had top secret information for me that could only be conveyed by mouth in person so it was critical that I meet her.
During my training days at the academy, the one fault my instructors always found with me was my penchant for charging into dangerous situations without first stepping back and analyzing the situation. This was no different. I could have called a field supervisor, tried to reach my sister, or just sought council from a more experienced agent; but instead I opted to go alone to the warehouse and I was not, emphasize NOT dressed for any kind of a physical confrontation.
I was wearing a very short white pleated cheerleader like skirt, a tiny pink vest top that barely contained my double D breasts, and a pair of white patent leather boots that came up to mid thigh and had 4 inch heels. My pink lipstick and pink nail polish completed my outfit. I always wore outfits like this because they made me seem weak and non threatening to potential enemies, especially men. By the time a man finally took his eyes off my tits, I already had him on the ground and subdued before he knew what hit him. Women were a bit more difficult but still were surprised when I sprang into action because my demure attitude and cheerleader like clothing made them think I'd be a pushover. Truth was, however, I'd never lost a fight to a man or a woman.
At exactly midnight, I crawled through a small opening in what was once a doorway into the warehouse. It was dark and difficult to see anything and I didn't want to speak out or call out for Velvet and announce my position just in case something was awry. I got my eyes adjusted as I silently crouched and watched for any kind of movement while listening for any telltale sounds that someone was nearby.
Checking the time, it was now 12:10 and there was no sign of Velvet. Impatience, my mortal enemy, again got the better of me and I ventured deeper into the warehouse to look for my sister. Passing into a large open area, I heard a sound and spun around just as the lights in the building came on. Bright halogen ceiling lights illuminated the trash laden condemned structure as I looked around for weapons, vantage points, fall back positions, and routes of escape.
Then two creatures appeared from behind a stack of pallets. I say creatures because I couldn't tell if they were male, female, or even human for that fact as they slowly approached me. Each had to be 7 feet tall and dressed entirely in black leather like biker garb. As they approached I saw they were female and each had waist length dark brown almost black hair. They were muscular and I could only guess their individual weight at somewhere between 200 and 250 pounds which meant I weighed about half of one of them.
"We are from DataDyne," the one on the left said with a very heavy Russian accent as they separated and began to flank me.
"I'm happy for you," I said with my usual sarcasm.
"You will be exterminated," the other one said. "Like a bug."
"Give it your best shot," I taunted, clenching my fists and getting into a stance.
Giving the impression I was in defensive mode, I lunged forward and jumped high in the air. Spinning 360 degrees while in the air, I lashed out at the one to my right with a jump spinning roundhouse kick that caught the surprised giant right on the side of the face. She dropped to her knees like a bag of dirt and I landed like a cat on bent knees facing her partner who was already rushing toward me with arms outstretched.
She threw a vicious punch that I ducked under and her fist looked like the size of a cantaloupe as it whizzed by my head. I quickly came up under the blow and drilled two hard punches into her gut that was solid as a rock. Pushing off her, I spun around and threw a lunging side kick at the first girl as she tried to get up. The 7 footer was much easier to kick while on her knees so I took full advantage while I could.
My spiked heel slammed into her shoulder and she screamed out in pain, grabbing the shoulder with her other hand. I cocked me leg for another kick but was attacked from behind by the Russian who grabbed my hair and spun me around, sending me reeling out of control toward a stack of boxes.
I crashed into the boxes and they went flying everywhere with me ending up laying in the middle of the pile of debris just as the Russkie dove on me. I put up a leg to divert her but her body weight just collapsed my bent leg and she fell atop me with all 250 some odd pounds. She began wailing punches at my face, head and body as I struggled and wrestled around trying to slither out from under her while blocking as many of the savage blows as I could.
Meanwhile her partner, totally pissed off now at suffering from my surprise kicks, was closing in on us and prepared to join the action. Using a Kempo ridge hand strike, I thrust my stiffened fingers right into the Russian's throat at full power. She immediately coughed, gagged, and started frantically trying to suck in air through her collapsed wind pipe. I scrambled away and got to my feet as the other girl closed in.
We exchanged punches and kicks as we jockeyed around through all the clutter. The Russian was still gasping for air on her knees as I jumped on a short stack of pallets and then dove at my opponent with a flying side kick. She ducked the kick and came up behind me just as I landed.
Wrapping her massive arms around me in a bear hug, she clamped down and squeezed, lifting me off the ground and swinging me back and forth with my legs flailing and swinging about wildly in mid air.
The bear hug was crushing and I had difficulty breathing as she squeezed harder and harder. Finally I slammed my head backwards and head butted her in the face. I could hear the cartilage in her nose crackle as her nose broke and blood squirted from it. Free now, I kicked her hard in the gut and then threw several very hard low kicks to her knees to weaken her and slow her down.
As she bent over to grab her knee, I jumped at her, grabbed her by the hair, and slammed my knee in an uppercut fashion right into her already bloody face, knocking her down.
I turned my attention back to the Russian who was now breathing again and was back on her feet coming toward me. I readied for the onslaught and as I took a solid defensive position, her partner grabbed me from behind in another bear hug.
As the Russian girl approached, I lashed out with both legs but she easily diverted the kicks and came in between my legs, slamming a meaty fist into my panty clad crotch that hurt horribly. I'd never been cxnt punched that hard and it throbbed with stabbing pain as she readied for another one.
"Now you die little cheerleader bitch!" the Russian said.
"Not yet I don't you fucking cow!" I snapped back.
As she threw her next cxnt punch, I twisted my body to the left and the punch slid along the inside of my right thigh, slowing it down to where it did no damage. I reached back over my head and dug my claws into the other girl's face bringing a scream from her lips as she dropped me right on the cement floor.
I scrambled between the Russian girl's legs and came up behind her just as she was turning around. I kicked her solidly in the knee and she went down but when she did, she grabbed me by the hair and pulled me toward her.
We locked in a fierce battle on the floor, punching and grabbing and clawing as we wildly writhed around on the cold concrete. My little skirt was up around my waist and my bare thighs were getting torn up sliding on the floor with all the trash and debris. My panties were hot pink silk bikinis and the Russian went for that brightly colored target with her fist, slamming several hard blows right into my cxnt that was already bruised and sore from the earlier haymaker she'd thrown.
The other girl then dove into the fray and now I was fighting for my life against 500 pounds of leather clad rage. I fought with all I had but I knew I could never simply out fight these two Amazonian giants, I'd have to win by being elusive and by random hunt and peck attack to wear them down and hurt one long enough to fight the other and vice versa.
Grabbing a piece of pipe on the floor, I slammed the Russian girl in the ribs as she raised her fist for another cxnt punch. She buckled and slumped as her partner dove at my head and smothered me under her massive body. Black leather pressed against my face and was pinning me to the floor. I blindly threw wild punches and my legs flailed at empty air as she crushed me beneath her. I still had the length of pipe and somehow managed to bring it down somewhere on her back with enough power that it made her roll off me and allow me to escape.
I got up quickly but the girl I'd just hit on the back with the pipe was already up and after me. I ran toward the stack of pallets but running in 4 inch heels was not an easy task and she caught me, grabbing me by the hair. She wound both fists around my red tresses and then spun me and flung me toward a wall. I hit the wall so hard, I crashed right through it and wound up in a small office lying in a pile of white powder, dust, and shards of shattered dry wall.
The big girl ducked through the hole just as I got up and she dove at me, tackling me backwards onto the top of the nearby office desk. We rolled off the desk, onto the floor, and slammed against an empty file cabinet and knocked it over.
I was on my back and she was on top of me so I grabbed her hair with one hand and started wailing punches into her face with the other, holding her head still by the hair. She reciprocated and started raining punches down into my face as well. Within seconds, we were both beaten bloody and had black eyes, bloody noses, and split lips. I was losing the slugfest so I slithered out from under her and crawled to my knees to get away.
She grabbed one of my legs and I fell flat on my stomach just as the Russian girl burst through the hole in the wall and fell on top of me, pinning me to the floor. I kept kicking at the other girl and she finally had enough of getting stabbed at with my dangerous spiked heels so she fell on my legs and started to unzip my boots. I fought hard to keep them on but with the Russian girl keeping me pinned on my stomach, there was literally nothing I could do to stop her from taking off my boots and leaving me barefoot to fight in the debris that covered the floor that included shards of glass, nails, splintered wood, and other potentially damaging items.
Then with girl two now immobilizing my legs, the Russian girl rolled me over onto my back and straddled me. She pinned both my arms at my sides under her legs and I was now totally helpless. I managed several times to jerk a leg free and kick wildly but without the stiletto heels to do damage, my kicks were easily blocked or deflected and then again pinned by the second girl whose sole job now was to keep my legs pinned while the Russian worked me over.
"Now I want to see titties," the Russian girl said as she grabbed my vest top and ripped it open, spilling my huge mounds out for her to see. "Ah, very nice," she added with a nod.
"Ungh!" I grunted as I struggled and writhed and wriggled back and forth trying to get out from under her.
Then she dug both hands into my tits and squeezed as she twisted them in opposite directions like radio knobs.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaagh!" I screamed out in sheer agony as she tortured my breasts with sadistic glee. She had a smile on her bloodied face as she kept twisting one way an then the other way, inflicting horrendous pain on me.
My hands groped the surrounding floor blindly for something or anything to use as a weapon and I found a piece of splintered wood that resembled a stake. I wrapped my fingers around it, raised it up, and drove the pointed end of it into the top of the Russian girl's left thigh.
The scream she let out was blood curdling as she rolled off me with the stake sticking out of her thigh that had embedded there. I ripped my legs away from her partner and literally dove through the hole in the wall back out into the warehouse.
Pain exploded in my feet as I ran through the debris on the floor trying to get away to find a hiding place until I could recover and plan a permanent escape. All I had on at that point were my panties and my little skirt and my sore swollen tits painfully bounced wildly up and down as I ran forcing me to fold my arms across my chest to stop the painful bouncing.
I heard another loud scream from the office and could only surmise that the Russian girl's partner had just yanked the stake from her leg so I kept running and soon saw a steel set of steps leading up to another level so I ran up the stairs while looking back to see if they saw me.
I was gambling that where there's one set of stairs, there's probably another and if they followed me up to the upper level I figured I might be able to find another flight down and get away. I paused near the top of the steps until they burst out of the office and saw me. As soon as they ran toward the steps, I took off on the second level.
What I didn't take into account was that they already knew the layout of the warehouse. The second girl ran after me and I heard her coming up the steel steps as I found an interiors stairway leading back down. I took the steps two at a time and when hit the bottom of the stairs, the Russian was waiting for me and tackled me with a diving head first lunge that planted me right back on the floor on my back.
I groped for her leg and finding the wound from the stake, I stabbed a fingernail into the open wound and as she rolled off me, I straddled her and started firing punches into her face with everything I had.
The fight was now mine if I could only finish her off before her partner showed up to help her. In a one on one I could handle either of them but in a two on one I was in deep trouble. I hit her again and again until my arms burned and my knuckles bled but she just would not lapse into unconsciousness and then I heard the other girl bounding down the interior stairs so I slipped off the Russian to prepare for her partner.
Looking around for a weapon, I saw a baseball bat standing in the corner of the small room we were in and I grabbed it. I prepared myself but the Russian girl yelled a warning to her partner and then grabbed at the bat from on her knees.
We struggled for control and possession of the bat and she yelled for help. Her partner rushed toward us and between them, they easily wrested the bat from my hands. The second girl got behind me and me in a full nelson while the Russian girl swung the bat at me.
"Ooooomph!" was the sound that sputtered from my mouth as the bat slammed into my gut and expelled all the air from my lungs. I went limp and my knees buckled in fiery agony. Pain shot through every inch of my body and a thought for a moment like I was going to pass out as I saw stars and got tunnel vision.
The second girl released the full nelson and I crumpled to floor in a tangled heap of arms and legs and bare hooters. They put me on my back and tied both my ankles together, securing them to a desk leg. Then they pulled my arms high up over my head and tied my wrists together, securing them to another desk.
I was now flat on my back and stretched out completely straight between the two desks and I was now totally at their mercy. The Russian girl immediately ripped off my skirt and my panties and left me now completely naked.
They each then knelt on opposite sides of me and one pulled a small leather pouch from a hidden pocket. She opened it and it had tweezers, small knives, needle nosed pliers and a feel other odd looking devices. I shook my head no and my eyes got wide as they prepared to use the devices on me.
For the next several minutes, the two Amazons tortured me brutally using an assortment of steel implements to punish my already bruised, bloody, beaten body until I was literally sobbing like a baby and begging them to stop.
Just as I was ready to give up all hope, I heard voices. The two women stopped and listened and then began to quickly pack up their torture instruments. Just as they were getting up, Velvet and two other agents burst into the room and handcuffed the two Amazons at gun point before untying me and getting me to my feet. Standing there totally naked and bleeding, I stopped to throw a hard punch to each of the two bitch's faces before I proudly walked out under my own power to fight another day.
The End
