Toy Gun Fun: Bikini Assassin vs. Ten Guards
by Glikthron
Man decides to play a toy gun shoot-out game with a scantily clad woman


(translated into Engl(r)ish)

Guard no. 1

I was patrolling the mansion's exterior with a toy machine gun, paying
attention to any disturbing noises. I was barefoot and almost naked with only
white, tight speedos wrapping my ass and balls, just the way you liked it.
Suddenly, I heard someone stepping over a fallen branch. In a matter of
seconds I raised my plastic gun to the shoulder and carefully started to walk
in the noise's direction. There was no trace of you, though.

Suddenly I caught a glimpse of your glamorous body, packed in a two- pieced
swimsuit. You revealed yourself from your cover behind the bush with a
ready-to-shoot toy machine gun. Before I even had a chance to open fire, you
squeezed the trigger and started to perforate my body with imaginary bullets.

You were pretending to mow me down like crazy, making my body shake in a
convulsing manner. I fell backwards like a cut timber afterwards like if it
wasn't just a stupid role-play game.

After I sprawled my body on the ground spread-eagled, you came closer to see
the result of your job. You checked my pulse - pretending that it's completely
gone - and took a look at speedos. I couldn't help myself from admiring your
breasts, outrageously out-bulging the shiny spandex.

Guard no. 2

After that shameless demise, I quickly got up and made my way towards poolside
- there was an entrance leading to the mansion's interior there, so I was
totally expecting you to come that way. And I wasn't wrong - you leaped out of
a building's corner and fired before I could even react.

You got me straight in the heart. I held my left breast with eyes and mouth
wide open. Then I collapsed to my knees. I tried to catch a breath, force the
upcoming faint to go away but it was all useless. I fell down and landed flat
on a stomach, with arms placed along the body. You came closer and jabbed my
speedo-clad ass with a gun tip. That made my limp legs and arms twitch.

Satisfied with another "#shot" male sentry, you continued the raid inside the
house.

Guard no. 3

There you found me - as an another guard - in the living room. You got me by
surprise this time - believing that nothing can go wrong on my turn, I was
watching a TV with a plastic gun lying on the opposing seat. As I saw you
entering the room, I reached for the gun but you were faster - you "#killed"
me right after I had launched from the couch. I fell back, slid off the couch
and ended sitting on the floor. My spread legs were twitching and my upper
body rested on the couch's seat. You stepped closer and admired results of
your merciless job. When my legs stopped twitching, you rolled me to the
floor, when I rested in peace until next incarnation.

Guard no. 4

The guy patrolling next corridor - which I started to role-play next - didn't
have much more luck either. I passed a corner and got mowed down by your toy
gun before even spotting you.

I started to pretend that this shot was as precise as it gets. I kneeled down,
grabbed my balls with both hands and gurgled in pain. I kept moaning while
balancing on my knees and watching that satisfied look on your face.

Then you "#shot" me once again, one and for all this time. I fell backwards,
still gripping balls. You bent over and threw those hands away, revealing the
growing bulge that started to show up under my skin-tight underwear. You
caressed my balls for a few seconds and smacked them lightly, checking my
acting skills. I did't even twitch, so you moved forward.

Guard no. 5

Guarding the top of the stairs had its advantages and disadvantages. Those
first were pretty clear: you could see more. And you couldn't certainly miss a
bikini-clad assassin with a toy machinegun. I fired few rounds but you managed
to get cover. I decided to climb down the stairs with a gun ready to shoot to
get you.

Suddenly I heard a toy-gun's firing sounds and learned the staircase's
disadvantages in a hard way. Once again, a series of invisible bullets hit my
body about hundred times. I began to twitch and shake my body while trying to
maintain the balance at the same time. Unfortunately, the size of steps didn't
make my task easy: still yelling and pretending to be mowed down, I slowly lay
down on the steps and let my body to slide down on them. I was twitching my
legs and hands as my back, heels and butts contacted with lower and lower
steps. When I finally stopped on the floor - like a product that fell off the
conveyor belt - you released the trigger and watched my limp body for a while.

Guard no. 6

You began to climb up the stairs. I got up shortly after, taking the role of
guard no. 6. I admired that tight ass of yours for a while and got to work
then. I looked for my toy gun and noticed that it stopped in the middle of the
stairs. Slowly, sneaking on my toes, I made my way for it.

It seemed that I got lucky this time! I reached for my gun... and then you
turned back and riddled my chest with invisible bullets without mercy. Once
again I fell and slid down the stair - this time face first. I felt like a
sleights with a whole clip of bullets in my back when I finally stopped on the
floor, lying on the belly and flopping my limbs like a dying fish on a shore.

Guard no. 7

Door guard didn't have much more luck either. All it took to take him out was
to lean of the corner and burst some imaginary bullets. I got shot in the leg,
so I immediately grabbed it with both hands, making my machine gun drop on the
floor. Then another bullet of yours hit me in the knee, making me fall down as
well. I grabbed the gun and shoot few times in your direction, but you were
smart enough to take cover. I positioned myself on my side and got ready for a
shootout. We exchanged few rounds but then you managed to hit me. I let me
hands and head go limp.

You came closer, rolled me on my back and gave my spread-eagled body a closer
look... then you decide to roll it again. I stopped on the stomach, waiting
for your further actions. Then you flipped me over again. And again. And
again, just like if you were up to getting me somewhere. Since I lied there
with my eyes shut, I realized what you had planned for my poor body once it
was too late. You positioned me at the top of the staircase, head first,
placed a foot on my ass and pushed it forward, making me slide down the stairs
again. My chin, chest, crotch and balls were sore red after I finally stopped.

Guard no. 8

After you get rid of the door guard - and possible created a body pile of
"#dead" men in speedos in front of the stairs - I took my guarding post in the
room. You entered it and just like in the western movies, a fraction of
seconds decided on your success. Your series of bullets mowed me down so hard
that it pushed me backwards, up against the wall. Since you were still
squeezing the trigger, I waved me arms like if the were twitching... and when
it all was over, I slowly slid down until sat on the floor with my head hanged
to the side.

Guard no. 9

My next incarnation was a guard sitting behind the big table. I was pretending
to work on a computer, with a machine gun laying just next to it. I noticed
the opening door so I immediately grabbed the weapon. I managed to shoot few
rounds at your beautiful body, but you outsmarted me with a forward dive-roll.
You ended up lying prone on the floor, below the table. I couldn't get a
chance to see you - not even talking about shooting you - but you had a clear
"#shot" then. Before I stood up, you once again shot me in my balls.

Still sitting on the chair, I grabbed the speedos and started to shake whole
body as you were mowing down my balls. I screamed and yelled, pretending to be
humiliated in such way, and when your serie was finally over, I fell down with
my face on to the table. You saw my hands going limp, releasing my ballsack
and hanging straight down.

Guard no. 10

Final guard awaited in the room with a giant safe in. Since all of other
guards have failed, this time I had to prevent you from opening it at all
costs. You entered the room and I immediately fired a round of invisible
bullets. None of those shots reached you since you cleverly took cover behind
door wing. You leaned out shortly after and took a couple of blind shots. They
missed me entirely.

Then you dive rolled out of the doorway and "#shot" at me.

Those series were spot-on.

I stood there for a moment without a move... Then I slowly dropped my plastic
gun and looked at my belly, where the shot were suppose to hit. "#Urggh..." I
slowly fell to my knees and gently, as if I was made of feather, I slammed my
body onto to the floor. My limp body twitched few times, throwing my arms,
legs and ass up in the air. I fell down with a face turned to the side and
with a tongue sticking out of open mouth.

You stood up slowly, celebrating your precious victory. You stood in front of
me and admired your final "#victim". Then you walked over me, entered the safe
combination, took the precious diamonds and left the room, making me lying
there for few next minutes.