Bethany and Denise Defeat an Ambush
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
25 hitmen vs. 2 muscle girls. Guess who wins? Hint: Not the 25.


AUTHOR'S NOTE: The characters of Bethany and Denise are borrowed from author
Hero141. Many thanks to him for giving me the opportunity to use the beautiful
characters he has created.

This is one in a series of short snippets about Bethany and Denise. Here they
show off their skills with weapons.

Warning: All of these stories are extremely violent.

* * *

The red Mercedes convertible sped along the deserted road. Bethany, behind the
wheel, wore a long sleeveless red dress and her trademark knee-high black
leather boots with seven-inch stiletto high heels. Denise, in the passenger
seat, wore skintight black leather pants, a black tank top, and boots
identical to Bethany's.

As they rounded a curve, the lethal female beauties looked at each other and
spoke at exactly the same time. "Ambush." Guided by their sixth sense to warn
them of danger, they knew an attack was coming.

* * *

"Here they come, boss," a henchman reported.

"Good," said Kurt, the leader of the gang of hit men. Despite Denise and
Bethany's perfect survival record on all previous assassination attempts
against them, he was surprisingly confident. After all, he had 24 highly
experienced hit men with him. Three of the men were hiding in separate
positions with Stinger missile launchers, while the other men carried assault
rifles and submachine guns. Twenty-five heavily armed men versus two girls -
they at least had a good chance, right? Kurt swallowed nerviously. Was the
confidence he was feeling just a front for the fear and terror awaiting him if
he failed? After each failed hit, every single person even remotely involved
in the assassination attempt was ruthlessly and mercilessly hunted down and
slaughtered by the two huge muscle bimbos.

Gathering up his courage, he pulled out his radio. "Stinger One, you may fire
when ready."

"Affirmative." The man designated with that nickname raised his Stinger
missile launcher and began aiming it at the Mercedes.

The woman in the passenger seat suddenly seemed to turn and point something at
him. Before he could finish aiming or even have any kind of reaction, a bullet
hole appeared in his chest, right at his heart. He was dead before the sound
of the shot reached him.

"Christ, what was that?" cursed Kurt. "Stinger One, why didn't you launch?
Come in, Stinger One." He shook his head. "No answer!" Kurt raised his radio
again. "Stinger Two, fire."

"Affir-" Stinger Two's voice was suddenly cut off by another gunshot.

Denise, holding an AK-47 in her right hand, laughed as she killed the second
man with a perfectly aimed single shot to his head. "Two for two," she
smirked, admiring her own markswomanship.

"FULL ATTACK!" shrilled Kurt into his radio. Automatic weapons fire came at
the convertible from both directions. Denise calmly set her AK-47 to full auto
and began firing quick bursts, killing two or three men each time she pulled
the trigger. One of the first men she cut down was Stinger Three, who slumped
dead riddled with bullets before he could fire his missile. Meanwhile, Bethany
took out a .44 magnum revolver from underneath her dress and fired six times,
killing seven men - her final bullet going completely through one man's chest
and lodging in the heart of the man standing right behind him. Although the
girls much preferred killing men with their fists and feet, there were times
their weapons training came in handy.

Seeing the carnage around him caused by the female muscle bitches' perfect
markswomanship, Kurt gave the command, "RETREAT!" The survivors began running
away.

It was no use - for them. Bethany reached behind her seat and took out a
longbow and a quiver of arrows. Looking like the goddess Artemis herself, she
began shooting men down, firing rapidly but with perfect aim on each shot.
Weak male flesh stood no chance against a bow and arrows that had been
designed to penetrate plate armor. The lucky ones died quickly with shots to
the heart. Those perforated in the stomach by Bethany's arrows died
considerably slower and more painful deaths.

Meanwhile, Denise continued cutting men down with lethally accurate machine
gun fire, roaring with laughter as her bullets shredded weak male flesh into
paste. Fifteen seconds later every man who had been part of the attack team
was dead, except Kurt.

Kurt was running for his life, breathing heavily, arms pumping. His SUV was
less than a hundred yards away. If he could just get to it...

The massive figure of Bethany suddenly appeared right in front of him. He
stopped abruptly. How had she done that? He had had a huge head start. She
must be superhumanly fast.

He turned and began running in the opposite direction, only to bump smack into
the even more massive, hulking figure of Denise. The big-boobed bodybuilding
bitch smirked down at him. Then she suddenly headbutted him. Everything went
black.

* * *

Kurt awoke to find himself seated in a chair. Bethany and Denise were looking
down at him, their thick arms crossed in front of their large chests. Bethany
was still wearing her long sleeveless red dress. Denise had changed into a
black miniskirt that showed off her huge steel-hard, heavily defined thighs,
and a white blouse with the sleeves rolled up to display her gigantic brown
forearms with incredibly well-developed muscles. Both women also wore gloves -
black leather wrist-length ones for Denise and elbow-length silk red ones,
matching the color of her dress, for Bethany - and knee-high black leather
boots with their trademark seven-inch razor-sharp high heels.

Denise flipped her long, black, elegantly coiffed hair over her shoulder in a
feminine manner. "Okay, I think you know what the deal is. Just tell us what
we want to know and we'll give you a quick and painless death. Don't, and
we'll torture you until you wise up and talk."

Kurt wasn't going to play the hero. Not when muscles this big were facing him.
"Okay!" he shouted. He confessed that there was a $10 million bounty on each
of their heads, and gave all the details he knew about the men who had offered
it.

"Thank you very much, sweetie," said Bethany seductively, casually flexing her
huge dark brown upper arms. "And now it's time for us to have some fun with
you."

"What?! But you said if I talked I'd get a quick and painless death!"

"We lied," smirked Denise. Before he could move, she performed a perfect front
tuck somersault towards him, revealing that she wore no underwear as she was
upside down. Landing elegantly, she launched herself through the air and
nailed him with a flying kick, her seven-inch stiletto driving deep into his
stomach. He howled in agony as she withdrew it with a squishing sound. Kurt,
clutching his gut and trying unsuccessfully to stop the bleeding from the
large, deep hole, struggled to a standing position.

Bethany kicked Kurt in the face. Her booted foot broke his jaw and sent half
of his teeth flying loose. As she performed her high kick, her long dress
ripped.

Denise giggled. "Beth, those long dresses aren't practical."

"I know. But they're very elegant. Anyway, it still looks good. Now where was
I? Oh, yeah." Bethany punched Kurt in the jaw, knocking out the other half of
his teeth. She then performed a perfectly aimed cartwheel kick to his face,
each of her razor-sharp seven-inch stiletto high heels gouging out one of his
eyes. As he was knocked back down by the force of her gymnastic kick, the last
thing he remembered seeing before his eyes were destroyed was that Bethany
wasn't wearing any underwear either.

"See? Cartwheel in an evening dress, no problem."

"Whatever you say, Beth."

Kurt tried to beg. It was difficult for him to talk, but the sounds he could
make did him no good as Denise broke both of her male victim's legs with two
quick flicks of her huge wrists, then picked him up and dropped him down onto
her waiting knee in a perfect backbreaker, laughing at the crunching sound of
his spine being shattered. Bethany then shattered one of his arm bones with a
palm strike and simply ripped the other arm off.

Denise kicked Kurt in the stomach again and again with the razor sharp heels
of her boots, mutilating his internal organs with each kick. Meanwhile,
Bethany began hitting him in the head with his own arm, cracking his skull
little by little. It was difficult to say which girl delivered the lethal
blow. The last thing Kurt heard before death mercifully took him was the
girls' plans to go after the men who had put out the bounty.

THE END

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