Five Women. One Night. [AFF Edit Edition]

Description: A Predator visits to hunt, defeat, rape & take trophies from five of Earth's greatest warriors in a single night: Deadly Little Miho, Natalie Cook, Beatrix Kiddo, Lara Croft and Agent Horowitz Can he succeed?

Content Codes (By Section) Deadly Little Miho: M/F, rape, cream pie, snuff, viol.

In the room below an alliance was being hashed out between Wendy, leader of the Girls of Old Town, and Vivian Ward, former hooker, wife of an extremely powerful financier and indirect runner of almost all the girls in the city of angels. Vivian had a lieutenant with her and another at street level, while Miho was alone on the roof to prevent any disruption of the deal from that angle. There were a lot of people who would happily see Vivian’s power broken, or who see the girls distance from Old Town as a weakness to be exploited.



She crouched silently – though everything Miho did was silent – in the dark shadow cast by an air-conditioning unit. She’d identified the most likely routes of a gang or mercenary attack, and paid equal attention to the less likely routes. The almost shabby black of her loose kimono helped her blend in with the shadow, while concealing a range of bladed weapons. Where others would complain about the intense heat of the early evening, she just adapted.



The petite Japanese-American assassin knew beyond any rational doubt that she was alone on the rooftop. She also couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being watched, and watched closely. Very slowly, she drew her both Katana swords from their sheaths and raised herself in the shadow. There was still nothing that--



Miho’s eyes narrowed. The steam rising from a roof vent thirteen feet away had momentarily appeared to curve wrongly. Just for a second she seemed to see an almost human shape, but too big.



The hunter had found his first target very quickly. The monitored phone calls between the women had been translated to show the location of the meeting. Best of all, Miho was alone on the rooftop rather than in close packed and inhabited surroundings below. This would be true one-on-one combat, without interference from the weapon-wielding women downstairs! He paused, Miho’s shape outlined in infra-red against the air-con. He could tell she knew he was there.



He de-activated his personal cloaking device and shouted his challenge to the tiny female. As the hunt progressed and he himself was hunted by the human authorities, he would not have this luxury.



“What the fuck was that?” asked Vivian, downstairs, taking the words from Gail’s mouth.



“Whoever it is, Miho can handle them,” said Wendy, getting back to business. Gail gripped her semi-automatic tightly. Vivian’s lieutenant watched her closely, but made no move. Gail realised she wanted to go and check things out, even though she knew deep inside that Miho could handle anything the world might throw at her.



The mighty predator Gogedheh was not of this world.



Miho was faced with an eight and a half foot biped with greenish-brown skin. It was masked, but she could see what looked like dreadlocks hanging from it’s head. It wore a plate metal breastplate across it’s chest, wire mesh over much of the rest of it’s flesh and a sort of loose leather buttoned pouch around it’s crotch. Other little details filled in; the large clawlike hands, the pod on the shoulder.



The prostitute’s enforcer had never seen anything like it in her life. Too tall to be a man in a costume, surely, and no human could appear from thin air. The word in her mind was demon. Still, even faced with the unknown and perhaps supernatural she still recognised the blades on it’s wrists, the spear strapped to it’s back. Several other pieces of equipment that carried the aura of weapons. Miho’s face was impassive as she raised her swords and moved slowly forwards in the centred stance of a warrior.



Gogedheh was stronger; Miho was faster and had longer reach with her kitana blades. She slashed, he parried. Metal on metal. He moved around, looking for an opening. The joy of the hunt filled his veins, strong and intelligent prey cornered. Miho concentrated, trying to avoid the bone-shaking blows of the demon’s blades against her own. He put a lot of strength into the attacks; he had to weigh six or seven hundred pounds. She crouched down, going low and went for his legs.



The predator caught each of Miho’s kitanas between his wrist blades and twisted away hard. The hilts were tugged from Miho’s hands. One blade skittered over the rooftop, the other across the roof. Miho didn’t even pause, twisting in her low position to kick twice – hard – against the demon’s leg.



He felt the blow! Gogedheh snarled, than span into a kick of his own. Miho hadn’t expected such agility from the creature. His huge foot caught her in the stomach. Ribs cracked as she slammed back hard into the low wall at the edge of the roof. Pain shot through her spine. She ignored it.



The demon could be hurt. The demon could be killed. Miho’s face was still impassive, her expression unchanged.



“Die you Halloween costumed fuck!” Gail emerged onto the roof with a semi-automatic at the ready. The dusky skinned hooker levelled it up, and started to squeeze the trigger. Three red dots appeared on her neck as Gogedheh targeted. He fired before she did, sending a plasma bolt through Gail’s throat and out the back via her spine.



Miho was on him in the perceived distraction. She threw shuriken at him as she moved, and used her other hand to swing a smaller, but no less wickedly sharp, blade at the creature’s mesh-covered leg. She assumed there had to be an artery there. Gogedheh turned away even before the standing dead woman fell, and caught Miho’s thin wrist in his grip. The mesh he wore slowed Miho’s swastika shaped shuriken, but the blades still sank into his tough skin.



Now it was Gogedheh’s turn to ignore the pain as he crushed Miho’s wrist to a pulp of bloody flesh and bone. The blade dropped from her limp and suddenly useless fingers as pain signals fired up her arm into her brain. The little assassin was hurting bad, but still betrayed no trace of emotion in her Japanese features. She knew pain. It was her friend. She was going to--



Gogedheh spun the prey to slam her face down over a steam vent. Miho’s broken arm was forced back on itself by his grip; bone ground agonisingly against bone. The predator followed through by driving one of Miho’s own blades through the back of her good hand. He impaled Miho’s small palm flat against the roof. Hot steam poured from the vent, soaking into Miho’s tiny breasts. Her nipples would have been clearly visible through the Kimono’s thin material if they weren’t pressed into the vent.



The predator felt the taste of victory now. He’d hunted, and he’d bested a most challenging prey. Now he would destroy her and take the night’s first trophy! He released Miho’s crushed wrist and watched as she tried and failed to use it. She was still tugging on her blade-nailed hand. Suddenly, Miho kicked backwards. The blow was incredible, born of rage and growing fear and a lifetime’s skill. She caught the Predator right on the knee joint, and even the wire-mesh couldn’t properly distribute the force of the blow.



Gogedheh’s howl of rage and pain echoed across the rooftops. Wendy, Vivian and her lieutenant heard it and quickly barged out of the room. They found Gail’s body – minus most of her throat – laying at the bottom of the roof stairs. There was a look of intense surprise on her face, and she still clutched her gun to her breasts. Wendy blinked back tears at the sight of her friend’s cooling body.



Up on the roof Gogedheh punched down hard. He put a major force of strength into his muscular arm and slammed it hard into Miho’s lower spine. He shattered vertebrae and paralysed her from the waist down. Miho lost control of all her lower body muscles and began to empty her bladder.



The angry predator unsheathed his wrist blades again and slashed down with greater care. He shredded Miho’s Kimono and revealed her bare ass without damaging it. Urine pooled on the floor. She wore no panties. Miho’s crushed arm dropped still after the demon broke her back. She could move it, but the fight was going from her. Still, she felt more rage and shame than fear. She found herself wishing that the demon had broken her back higher up so she didn’t have to feel her crushed arm and pierced hand, though more as an inconvenience. Blood still flowed heavily where her arm bones poked through the skin. A single tear stared to slide down Miho’s left cheek.



The pain was almost all gone from Gogedheh’s leg-joint, though he considered himself to have learned a valuable lesson from an apparently beaten foe. He popped the buttons on his crotch pouch, revealing his semi-stiff phallus. The basic shape of the green-brown flesh was the same as a human male’s, while the end tapered to a smaller rounded point. The hole at the end was larger than a human male’s – the species pissed and climaxed in quantity. There was only a small lump at the bottom instead of testes; the Predator’s sperm had evolved to be stored internally to keep it at the needed heat levels of the species.



He saw the intense heat of Miho’s crotch in infrared through his mask. Combat aroused her highly. The assassin couldn’t feel her pussy anymore, but she knew the creature would find it wet – even if the sound of dripping fluid hadn’t alerted her to how she’d wet herself.



There was a burst of gunfire from the direction of the stairs. There had been a brief but heavy debate over going up to the roof to help Miho against whatever was up and had killed Gail. The debate ended with Vivian’s lieutenant unloading her gun’s entire clip into Wendy’s head and chest before Wendy could draw her own firearm. There was already a sound of distant sirens, which told Gogedheh he had to hurry to avoid confronting the human authorities too soon.



Miho could only lie there with her legs paralysed, one bleeding hand impaled to the roof and the other crushed to uselessness. She was too good at avoiding shock to force herself into it, so she simply waited stoically for death. She heard the slap of the demon’s hand on his flesh as he stood behind her and stroked his monstrous prick to full hardness. 12 Inches long and as slightly thicker than a soda can for most of its length; it was more like a weapon than a sex organ.



In her life as an assassin, Miho had never realty met the right guy for her. Usually, she calmed down after a fight with a few hours of intense masturbation. Though her pelvic muscles were slack after Gogedheh shattered her spine, she was still very tight through inexperience. He grunted appreciatively as he pushed into her slick hole. Miho’s slippery snatch stretched around the Predator’s hot skin as he slid his meat in as far as her cervix. Miho felt nothing, but due to her petite size seven inches of thick alien cock were still outside her tightly stretched lips.



The hunter lent low over his prey, pressing down his weight on the top of Miho’s arms – just below the shoulder. Sweat and condensed steam dribbled into the vent from Miho’s chest while the crushing weight on her shoulders drew the softest moan from her lips.



The sirens were close now, but this was Gogedheh’s first ever human pussy, and he wasn’t going to last long anyway. He pulled out slightly, dragging her labia along his thick shaft, and then sank all twelve inches into the defeated girl. He tore brutally through Miho’s cervix and battered her womb with punishing jabs. He pulled out only a short way each time before putting the strength of his hips into the internal-battering rape.



Miho keened quietly, feeling some of the sensations of the rape but not much. Still, her whole body was rocked with the rutting predator’s powerful fuckthrusts; her barely covered breasts were dragged painfully across the rough vent grating, while the knife through her hand cut deeply each way. This was the very worst defeat of her life, out-fought, brutally raped, sure to die soon.



The hot wet tightness of his first human female was too much for Gogedheh. He sank a final thrust deep into Miho’s stretched out cunt, tearing her small womb open with his size and brutality. The Predator snarled again and began to shoot his abundant supply thick spunk deep into the Asian’s torn up womb. His seed was a lot hotter than a human’s, and the pressure of the ejaculation made it audible, even to less sensitive ears.



Miho heard it all, felt her body rocking as the demon humped against her ass a couple more times while still firing his load inside. This was the best way to end a hunt he thought, as he withdrew his still spurting shaft. A torrent of thick Greenish-white fluid, stained with Miho’s womb blood, drained heavily from her gaping cunt. The Predator rubbed his phallus, sending the last few hot spurts onto her Japanese ass.



His stamina was such that he wasn’t even out of breath. Now to claim his trophy! Gogedheh leaned over Miho and pulled back hard on her thick black hair. She looked through tear blurred eyes across the filthy rooftop. A strand of drool dribbled from the side of her mouth. The predator un-sheathed the wrist-blade on his spare arm and brought it down below Miho’s neck.



“Die you Halloween costumed fuck!” Gail’s voice, bounced down at Miho by her rapist, just before the blade sank into her slim throat. Blood sprayed heavily, though there was surprisingly little pain from the sharp blade. Gogedheh’s hand closed over the back of her head. He tugged hard and pulled it away along with most of Miho’s broken spine. He twisted her face between his huge hands and stared into her eyes just as they rolled up and the light went out of them. Miho’s decapitated corpse twitched, though it was mostly still as blood drained from her wounds.



His first human trophy! Blood dripped from the wrist-blade as he tugged the green-blooded shuriken from his thigh and slipped them into his belt pack. He stowed the gory trophy into a netting holder, before buttoning up his crotch pouch over his wilted phallus.



Officers of the LAPD cautiously emerged onto the roof moments later. There was no sign of the reported ‘howling beast.’ All they found was a still warm and very bloody headless corpse that appeared to have been viciously raped.





The hunt continued…

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