Five Women. One Night. [AFF Edit Edition]

Description: The ultimate hunter comes to Earth to hunt, defeat, rape and take skull trophies from five of Earth's greatest female warriors in a single night: Deadly Little Miho, Natalie Cook, Beatrix Kiddo, Lara Croft and Agent Horowitz. Can he succeed?

Content Codes (By Section) Another Agent Horowitz Interlude: M/F/F, rape, brief-catfight, inter, bukkake, viol

It wasn’t far off midnight in Los Angles when the big black truck pulled up in a lonely parking lot. Horowitz had been working solidly, reviewing all the information available. She spent some time looking at the emailed close up pictures of Natalie Cook’s gaping cunt, Miho’s lacerated breasts, fingering herself idly. She found the post rape scenes intoxicatingly arousing.



Only years of training since her initial college kidnapping, brainwashed dedication to duty and the strong thought that this alien freak might be gunning for her as well kept her mind on the job. A decade or so previously a shadowy government agency had developed a pheromone detection network, OWLF, to try and track one of the species through the city. The whole mission had been FUBARed, but they’d at least gained valuable new readings to help them refine and expand the technology.



They had a rough pattern of the hunter’s movements mapped and, following the discovery of the Mushroom Kingdom massacre, enough data for the predictive computers and agency statisticians to extrapolate the next likely targets. Horowitz felt her pussy twitch as she read her own name on the list. The agency’s emergency audits had found evidence of their own files being hacked from sources that didn’t appear to originate anywhere on Earth.



There were other notes and theories; that the creature was breaking from the species’ usual pattern and trying to hit all his targets in one night. That the rape victims – seen as the main targets – had all been highly skilled badass bitches, rather than the usual “anyone with a weapon,” pattern.



Horowitz had pulled all the staff she could get to trail or observe likely targets. She had terrified agency typists and sleepy secretaries on stake outs through the hot city, alongside the usual agency sentries and look-outs. At least one of the staked out women, an ex-government agent called Charlie Baltimore, had noticed the first guy trailing her and beaten him unconscious. There were trucks like the one Horowitz sat in carrying roving squads of agents briefed on the alien’s capabilities. They were to respond quickly if any of the posted lookouts missed reporting in regularly, or if they saw anything at all suspicious.



However, based on the creature’s mapped trail through the city he’d taken time and distance between targets into consideration as well as their ability to give him a good fight. The mathematicians had put it all together and told Horowitz the most likely next target was the English archaeologist and adventurer Lara Croft, who was investigating lost treasure at the behest of Wayland Industries.



The plan was pretty simple; while the rest kept tabs on other possible targets, Horowitz would herself lead a handpicked squad to watch over Lara Croft and the Wayland Industries building, with the new and improved pheromone detectors in the truck telling them if the alien so much as came close.



An email came through attached to the digital photos from the scene of the Mushroom Kingdom Inc. Massacre. The assassin, identified as ‘The Bride,’ after some shit over in Texas years earlier, had apparently held been against a wall while the hunter stuffed her ass.



Horowitz pushed her hand under the hem of her short skirt and slid two fingers into her own pussy as she read through the report attached to the photos. She pushed her laptop to one side – benches ran along each side of the truck with a fairly wide path down the middle - and started to play with her breasts. The back of the van was physically cut off from the front except for a small grill, but a screen in the dashboard showed the appreciative driver everything as Horowitz urgently tugged her skirt up and rubbed her snatch harder. He started to unzip himself when someone banged on the rear doors.



“Shit!” Horowitz cursed, tugging her skirt down to her thighs. She sucked the sweet juice from her fingers and looked out through the tinted rear window. The squad had assembled. She felt frustrated and cheated of her climax, while she was sure her face was flushed red. It was her own damn fault for putting her pleasure above the mission. She sighed heavily, opened the rear doors and stepped out.



Horowitz had specially chosen every member of the squad from the very best available to the agency. Some of them knew they were working for the agency, some of them just for a branch of the US government - like the two highly rated Special Forces soldiers she’d discovered were staying in the city for some military shit. Some of them had even worked together before. There were seven men and one woman in the small squad.



They had all been called to assemble in the parking lot through whatever passed as emergency channels for them, because Horowitz assumed if they all went to Wayland Industries as individuals to assemble, the hunter could wait and take them down one at a time if he was there.



“I’m Agent Horowitz. You’re all now under my command as per your orders. Okay, people. We wasted enough time already waiting to pick you all up. Get in the damn truck, I’ll catch you up on anything you need to know about your briefing on the way.”



Horowitz’s voice was authoritative, and had none of the cute if airheaded valley speak she spoke to reporters with at charity events. The shock value of seeing the charitable world’s media darling Cher Horowitz of all people come out of the truck and bark orders was high. Only those soldiers who’d worked for the agency before and knew to expect unexpected and implausible events started to move.



Amongst the others, the only woman found her voice first and spoke up,



“What the fuck is this? Is this some MTV punk’d shit?”



Horowitz’s frustration from being denied her fingering orgasm - along with the time factors - meant her patience was pretty short. She turned towards a woman she from her file to be Lt Sonya Blade, US Special Forces (there being no outworld to investigate in that universe). She was actually seventh or eighth most likely target of the alien according to the egg heads, due to her exceptional combat abilities.



“Lt Blade, don’t question orders, ‘k? More than most nights, we really don’t have time for this shit.“



“Fuck you, Horowitz. This celebrity crap gnaws my tits off. I had my first fucking date in a month tonight and the bastard hadn’t got scared of me, or even made excuses and left… and I get called in for America’s Funniest Special Ops Missions live on Fox with a fuckwit like you! I should’ve known it was horseshit when I got the briefing document about a fucking martian being loose in the city! Take your cameras and sho-”



Horowitz let her go on for a bit, mostly wondering how the hell the woman became an officer. She interrupted Sonya with an utterly unexpected but devastating uppercut. Blade didn’t even have time to think about blocking. Blood and teeth flew out from Sonya’s mouth as she landed on her ass. Horowitz shook her hand, irritated to see she’d skinned her knuckles on the muscular woman’s jaw. ‘Should’ve left the gloves on,’ she thought.



“Everybody on this mission is expendable. But you’re just like totally annoying and you have really awful hair. My Latina cleaning lady’s dog has better hair than you. Now pretty please, get in the fucking truck. All of you.”



The rest complied readily, but Blade was pissed. She wasn’t going to have people saying she was sucker punched by Cher fucking Horowitz. While the rest of the squad sat on the benches in the back, Horowitz jumped in and moved along the middle to reclaim her laptop, which was still open on a high res photo of Beatrix Kiddo’s gaping ass. Blade rose up and followed her into the confined space. Eyes glittering with angle, Sonya Blade spat blood and tackled Horowitz from behind.



The rear doors were pulled shut, which the driver took as his signal to drive. He started the engine and pulled out of the parking space. There were signs of some kind of trouble in the back on the monitor screen, but he had to pay attention to driving.



“Fucking Bitch!” The butch blonde’s weight carried Horowitz down the floor between seated squad’s rows of legs – three pairs on one side, four on the other. The truck was wide, but Horowitz still felt the toes of the men’s boots pressed against her face and the back of her head when she twisted it sideways. One of them smelled like he’d trodden in something pretty bad.



“None of you men get involved! That’s an order!” Horowitz shouted, feeling she had to regain control of the solider herself to retain authority over the men. They were more than happy to obey and watch the developing catfight during the journey.



Sonya was still refusing to believe Horowitz could possibly be a threat to her. Her tits were pressed into the woman’s back and she had her arms wrapped tightly around Horowitz’s chest. As she tried to lock in a painful hold and make the celebrity bitch squeal, she wasn’t as cautious as she should have been. Horowitz slammed her head back snake-fast and rhino-hard. She was pleased to hear and feel the crunch of Sonya’s nose against the back of her skull. Horowitz’s dirty blonde hair did nothing to soften the blow of bone to cartilage.



Sonya’s grip loosened, so Horowitz twisted around beneath until she faced her. The women’s breasts were pressed tightly together through their tops, Bood ran heavily from Blade’s nose while she blinked and tried to regain her hold. Horowitz brought her knee up hard into the other woman’s cunt. Sonya grunted sexily, and her grip loosened further. Horowitz kneed her again, grinding her toned leg hard into the soft crotch of Blade’s combat trousers. Horowitz got her head up, twisted it sideways and bit into Sonya’s broken nose. She ignored the blood draining into her mouth as she wrenched her head straight and made the solder scream.



Sonya’s miscalculation had left her in agony, while Horowitz was getting more and more turned on. She flipped Sonya onto her back and roughly kissed the butch woman’s bloody mouth, before spitting painfully stinging blood into Sonya’s eyes.



Blade was really pissed off; her cunt hurt, her broken nose really hurt, her jaw hurt some and her eyes really stung. She hadn’t even got a good hit in on the charity organizer, although she was quickly re-evaluating the seeming-airhead’s abilities. The seven guys watched lustily as Horowitz tore open Sonya’s top, pushed up her sports bra, and roughly groped the butch blonde’s tits.



“You fucking army whore! You worthless piece of fuckmeat! When I give a fucking order, you fucking obey me!”



Horowitz punctuated each word with a hard slap to Sonya’s breasts, hitting first one and then the other. She left perfect handprints on the jiggling titflesh before leaning down and biting one of Sonya’s nipples. The little nubs were sticking out hard. Sonya kept trying to twist away, but found to her shock that Horowitz had her well pinned. Each counter-blow was easily blocked by Horowitz, who batted Sonya’s fists away contemptuously while gnawing lightly on Sonya’s firm breasts. As soon as one of the guys had the idea of pulling out his dick, the other six followed. The soldiers sat jerking their cocks while Horowitz twisted around and sat on Sonya’s face. She gripped the pretty woman’s head hard between her thighs and pulled up her short skirt.



“If you don’t eat me, bitch, I’ll grind my cunt into your nose until it’s flatter than breakfast pancakes.”



Sonya felt totally humiliated. She was never going to live it down. Horowitz was a better wrestler and a dirtier fighter than her. Cher Horowitz! She wept stinging tears of shame and pain as she began to service Horowitz’ dripping wet snatch. Horowitz moaned, and grabbed her own tits through her top. A pothole in the road bumped the truck and forced Sonya’s broken nose roughly against Horowitz. The lieutenant’s muffled scream was almost enough to make Horowitz cum.



“You’re a good little cuntlicking whore, Sonya,” she moaned, “You deserve a reward.”



Horowitz looked around the seven men jerking off on the benches to either side of the truck. Her eyes settled on the muscular black Special Forces officer, Major Jackson ‘Jax’ Briggs, whose dick had to be at least ten inches. Horowitz felt like trying it herself, but instead said,



“Nice weapon soldier. Get down there and open up this bitch!”



Sonya protested strongly from between Horowitz’s bucking hips. The piteous pleading left no doubt that anybody fucking Sonya would be sexually assaulting her right alongside Horowitz. Orders were orders though and the most important order was that none of them would be able to discuss any aspect of this mission with anyone afterwards on pain of death. Jax had wanted a chance to fuck his blonde subordinate for ages, but she’d never been interested in black men.



Jax was Sonya’s immediate superior under normal circumstances and she might have expected him to stand up for her. What she expected and whom she was interested in didn’t matter to Jax as he quickly dropped his pants before tugging off her combat pants and boots, followed by her camo-pattern panties. Sonya was strong – Jax was stronger. He bent her legs down back painfully and began to rape the butch blonde’s hairy cunt with ten hard inches of black cock.



“Shit, I always knew Sonya was a dyke – you’ve got her wetter than monsoon season down here, Agent Horowitz!”



Sonya’s humiliation deepened; Jax was right about her hot wet cunt, it swallowed even his big dick with little resistance. After just a few strokes his balls were slapping into her thick bush. Sonya’s body was really turned on, and her increasing revulsion and shame only made it worse. The pain of her beating by Horowitz was mixing in with the pleasure of Jax’s big dick stretching and pounding her and Horowitz’s hands which were expertly manipulating her breasts. Horowitz rocked from explosive orgasm to orgasm as Sonya writhed beneath her, swallowing cunt juice and breathing whenever she could.



Jax felt Sonya Blade’s cunt suddenly tighten pleasurably about his shaft. Hot cunt juice splashed wetly out around his cock, and he laughed,



“Bitch just came!”



He pulled out and jerked his hard cock into spraying thick sperm as far as Sonya’s bruised tits, while the rest splashed over her sculpted six pack stomach. Horowitz pulled her hands away as the other guys stood in the fast moving van and managed to keep balance long enough to spray another six heavy loads across Sonya Blade’s sweaty black and blue marked breasts and anywhere else they could reach.



Sonya wept as she felt the hot cum rain down across her body. These men, even another woman, saw her as nothing more than communal fuckmeat – and since she came while being raped, she thought they were right. Horowitz leaned forward to lick Jax’s big dick clean of his spunk and Sonya’s cuntjuice. Jax held it out and bucked it forward for her as she licked her agile tongue down his shaft with long, appreciative slurps.



“We’re at Wayland Industries, people. Stake out hasn’t reported anything strange and has made every check in, and Wayland’s security people are still in the guard post at the gate.”



The squad quickly put their dicks away and got their gear and weapons together. Horowitz shifted back off of Sonya’s face and leaned down next to her ear. She smelt her own cunt strongly across the woman’s face as she started to speak quickly,



“Lt Blade, you will obey orders… this is what I want you to do…”



Meanwhile, inside the building’s Research & Development wing was Lara Croft…

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