****** The Killing Game by Gungal ******
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The Killing Game


Karen lay in her bath with the luxurious foam covering her body, a body that
belied its 42 years. Sure her tummy was not quite as flat as when she was 20
but her breasts, buttocks and skin tone were all still in great shape.

She remembered how she had got into this game of killing; first for revenge,
later for money and now money plus pleasure. It was as a 22-year-old that her
fiancé had been brutally murdered and their three year old child abducted. By
the time the law had caught up with the bastards the child was completely
wrecked psychologically and spent its time in an institution locked in its own
world. There was no hope for recovery and although Karen visited, she knew she
was now alone.

The job today had been in planning for weeks. As usual her contact had put an
ad in the lonely hearts column "seeking female for mutual reward." Via a dead
letter drop details of her target and his habits had been at her disposal for
nearly a month. Karen had calculated the exact timings of the target as far as
his work patterns and to a greater extent how he liked to unwind after his day
as an investment banker. This usually took the form of a quiet drink in a local
bar before catching a commuter train home upstate but she knew a hospitality
evening meant he would be staying at the Waldorf today. Karen had assessed the
risks and she felt that the train was too risky - no way out, the bar could be
too crowded and she risked identification despite disguise.... so the best
option was in his hotel or during journeys to and from work. The hotel was her
choice.

Karen rose from the tub, dried herself and applied perfume. Her hair was the
same strawberry blonde it had always been but she wore it to just below her
ears and not below shoulders as in the past. Her dress sense had to be
described as 'conservative' as she never wore panty hose, insisting on a firm
garter belt and sheer nylons which today would be black. A black silk slip
followed with a cream silk blouse the final layer being a dark grey Dior
business suit. For accessories Karen selected black heeled pumps and Italian
leather gloves.

"Now for the tools," she thought to herself and opened a concealed drawer in a
dressing table. In the drawer were seven guns. There were 2 revolvers, 3 semi
automatics and 2 derringers. Lying in the padded velvet were several sinister
looking tubes with threaded ends - silencers. Karen selected a semi automatic
22 caliber and 6 inch silencer that she tested by screwing the two together.
The balance felt good and she started to feel a rush of power holding this
whispering death combination gave her. She unscrewed the gun checked its load
of 12 magnum charge dum dum bullets and placed it in a small clutch purse. The
silencer she put in her jacket pocket. "Now for work, " she thought and made
one final check in the mirror before leaving her apartment.

The Hotel Karen arrived by taxi 2 blocks away and walked the rest of the way.
She knew her target was in room 1512 from her contacts and made her way to the
16th floor and walking down the fire escape to the 15th. Outside his room she
felt her heart beating fast and hard and the moistness between her legs which
always accompanied her at these times. She knocked at his door and waited. A
voice asked, "Who's there?"

"Floor manager," she replied. "There are some problems with the phones and I
need to test things out."

The door was unlocked.

"Come in please - I must say you look better not distorted through the spy
glass!" the man said.

Karen entered and the door was closed behind them. She could see he was getting
ready for a formal dinner being dressed in suit pants and a white dinner shirt,

"Shame about the nice clean shirt," she thought.

She went to the phone and unseen by the man slipped an aerosol of a ultra fast
acting but temporary nerve gas. She hitched her skirt up a little so he could
see where the welt of her nylons began and the straining lines caused by the
garters. He looked again and saw the tell tale bulges of the garter clips and
his mouth went dry with excitement.

"Care for a drink?" he asked.

"Please," replied Karen. "A Scotch would be great."

He handed one to her, "cheers" and they clinked glasses before sipping the
drink. Karen had seen how he reacted to her legs and felt there may not be a
need for the gas.

"I think you're a leg man the way you looked at these," she said and proceeded
to pull her skirt up higher revealing her shapely legs encased in sheer nylon.

"I adore legs," he gasped and put his drink down.

"Shall we play a game?" asked Karen and without a reply ordered him to his
knees.

With a slight whimper he obeyed and started kissing her stockinged legs.

"You like a bit of domination do you?" she asked.

"Yes, yes I do."

"Well get on your feet and turn around."

She wrapped his hands together with tape and moving to his front pushed him
onto the bed. He lay there gasping as Karen slipped her suit and slip off. She
was there in only her bra and garter belt with stockings. He felt in heaven and
moaned when she unzipped his pants and proceeded to give him the most erotic
blow job he had ever had. Karen let his gooey cum spill over his dark evening
suit pants coquettishly adding that he would need to get the cleaners in. She
had had her fun and now needed to get to business. The man was in a daze but
she needed to tease some more.

"One more thing baby," she said and produced her pistol.

"What are you doing? I thought so, you're just a common whore and thief - take
what you want and get out!" he spluttered out.

Karen said nothing but reached into her pocket and withdrew the silencer. She
deliberately screwed it onto the barrel of the gun and pointed the whole piece
at him. By now he realised something was very wrong.

"Why have you made that gun so long?"

"You really don't know, do you? You poor loser," said Karen. "It's so I won't
wake the next room when I shoot you." and to prove the point she let a round
off into the pillow next to his head. There was a soft phut and some feathers
flew from the pillow.

"You see you have been a naughty boy and naughty boys have to be punished," she
said without letting him out of her sights. She felt so horny that her left
hand drifted to her dripping pussy and started rubbing it.

"You see now I've got a way of coming on you but my shots are deadlier than
yours!"

The man was begging for his life now having managed to get to his knees; the
mixture of panic and sexual excitement was making him start to piss himself.
Karen bent as if to kiss him but just as he was opening his mouth she shot him
in the belly another soft phut sound and a stifled scream as the searing pain
cut through his guts. Karen turned on the TV and increased the volume to drown
his moaning.

She thought, "I've had enough fun for now - lets finish things off," and in
quick fire sent 4 more bullets aimed at his chest. That sound of dull silenced
shots gave her another turn on phut.. phut... phut.. phut. His shirt turned red
and the life ebbed from him. Karen made sure the job was finished with one shot
to the head and was about to leave when she turned and emptied the last 5
bullets into his lifeless body she giggled as each of the dum dums caused him
to move as a puppet would. She unscrewed the silencer, feeling its heat and
blew the smoke from it. Finally she dressed and smoothed herself down before
blowing the corpse a kiss and slipping out of the hotel door.

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