Another Duo of Short Stories
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
Two more short stories about hot females kicking male ass


STORY 1: GIRL STEALS PLANE

This story stars Miss Velazquez from my "Stockholm Syndrome" story.

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Miss Velazquez calmly and confidently walked towards the open hangar at the
small airport where the private jet was waiting. A middle-aged man in a
pilot's uniform, his back to her, was checking the plane. He turned around at
the sound of her footsteps, his eyes widening at her beauty.

She had large brown eyes and an elegant, high-cheekboned, model-like face. Her
knee-high black leather boots and very short black miniskirt showed off her
slender but muscular thighs, and her low-cut white blouse showed off the
darkness of her deep brown Latina tan, as well as her firm, round, perky,
braless 34C tits. She wore a large-faced gold Rolex watch on her left wrist,
and a studded black leather bracelet on her right. Black leather gloves
completed her outfit.

She was a petite girl - about 5'6" and 120 pounds, he guessed - far smaller
than his muscular six-foot frame, and she was clearly younger than him, though
by exactly how much was hard to tell. Her long black hair was pulled into
pigtails, giving her a very youthful and innocent look that contrasted sharply
with the worldly experience in her dark brown eyes. Though she was much
smaller and younger than him, there was something about those eyes, that
confidence, that made him feel intimidated by her.

She gave him a dazzling smile, enjoying his reaction as he blushed and smiled
back. She rolled up the left sleeve of her white blouse to look at her watch,
the oversized man's timepiece sliding slightly down her slender wrist as she
moved her arm.

She spoke for the first time, with a slight Spanish accent. "You're bright and
early, Captain. Where's your copilot?"

"Um...he should be here in a few minutes. Do I know you? Who are you?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Where are my manners? Let me introduce myself. My name is Miss
Velazquez, and I'm the girl who's going to be flying your plane."

"Wha..." That was as far as the captain got. In a lightning move, Miss
Velazquez unleashed a lethal palm strike from her leather-gloved right hand to
his face, driving the cartilage from his nose into his brain. He stood ramrod
straight for a second, then collapsed to the concrete like a rag doll, a
trickle of blood running out from each of his nostrils.

She turned, snapping her fingers. "Victor. Bruno. Get to work, please."

Her two large, muscular henchmen appeared. Despite their size, they were
clearly intimidated by and obedient to the petite Latina. Victor looked down
at the captain's corpse. "Damn, Miss Velazquez," he said. "I've seen you use
that killing move half a dozen times, and I'm still always in awe of how you
have the strength to do that."

She tossed her pigtailed long silky black hair. "It's really more about
technique than brute strength. But I am a lot stronger than I look. Now hurry
up and get the body inside the plane before the copilot shows up."

"Yes, Miss Velazquez," said Bruno. He and Victor dragged the corpse into the
plane, leaving a trail of blood behind them. The brunette hottie frowned at
the sight.

"Less bloody than using a gun, but still, I should do the next one without
blood," she said to herself. Raising her voice, she called out, "Guys, make
sure to clean up that blood, please. And don't let any get on the seats. Thank
you."

As the guys finished mopping up the blood, a Jeep pulled up and another man in
a pilot's uniform got out. "Excellent. Our copilot is here," said Miss
Velazquez as she went to greet him. Meanwhile, Bruno and Victor were watching,
hearts pounding, as they wondered how the feminine babe was going to make her
next kill.

The copilot was similar in height and build to the captain, though much
younger. He was kind of cute, Miss Velazquez thought as she got closer. If
things had been different, she might have taken him out on a date instead of
just taking him out.

Clearing those thoughts from her mind, she focused herself on the mission.
Greeting him with her trademark smile, she looked at her watch again and said,
"Congratulations. You're right on time."

He smiled back shyly, blushing even more deeply than the captain had.
"Wow...um...hello there. Do I know you?"

"Oh, please forgive me. My name is Miss Velazquez. I hate to be the bearer of
bad news, but the captain won't be able to make it."

"Is something wrong? What happened to him?"

"I'm afraid he's dead."

"What?! Dead?! How?"

"Oh, I killed him. And now it's your turn." With that, Miss Velazquez flipped
towards him in a blindingly fast tumbling pass, starting with a roundoff and
going into a series of back handsprings. As she elegantly backflipped like a
pro-gymnast, her lacy black panties became visible underneath her miniskirt
each time she was upside down. She was so fast that she crashed into him with
her booted feet and knocked him down before his brain had time to properly
process her words and direct his body to an appropriate fight or flight
response.

She clamped her slim but well-muscled brown thighs tightly around his neck,
her skirt riding up and her crotch right in his face. "Sorry about this," she
said. "It's nothing personal. Just business." With that, she suddenly twisted
her hips with all her strength, snapping his neck like a dry twig.

"Damn, what a way to go!" said Victor in a low voice as he and Bruno watched.

"I kinda wish she'd do that to me," Bruno added.

"Careful what you wish for," Miss Velazquez said as she overheard them. Both
guys looked frightened at that, but she gave them a warm smile to indicate
that she was just kidding.

"Put him in the plane too, please," she instructed them. "Should be easier
since there's no blood this time. I'll finish checking the outside."

When they were ready to go, Miss Velazquez took the captain's seat. Starting
the engines, she carefully taxied the plane out of the hangar. Victor sat next
to her in the copilot's seat, and Bruno was with the two corpses in the back.

"I love these little airports," she remarked as she guided the plane onto the
taxiway. "No control tower. Well, looks like we're all clear. Now remember,
when we get over the Gulf of Mexico, unload the bodies from 10,000 feet. Make
sure those weights are attached to their ankles so they'll sink."

Once they had taken off and were level at 10,000 feet, she contacted her boss
on the radio. "Hello, Mr. Big. Miss Velazquez here. The operation went off
without a hitch. We are currently en route and should be landing at Owen
Roberts International Airport in the Cayman Islands in just under three
hours."

"Excellent work, Miss Velazquez," the answering voice crackled over the radio.
"I'm here on Grand Cayman with the buyer, and he's agreed to a price of seven
million dollars. We'll meet you at the airport. Over and out."

"Damn!" said Victor. "Seven mil! Is that a good price or what!"

"Well, a private jet of this size, pre-owned like this one, typically sells
for seven and a half to eight million," said Miss Velazquez. "But given the
need for a quick, no-questions-asked turnaround and our virtually nonexistent
expenses, we can afford to give that kind of discount. We'll get our standard
cuts. 20 percent for me and 10 percent for each of you guys."

Bruno joined them in the cockpit. "Holy shit, seven hundred G's each, from a
single op!" he said, high-fiving Victor. "All those saps who stayed in school
and racked up all that student loan debt are some real suckers! Hell, all you
need is the fourth grade and learning to divide by ten. The rest is stuff
we'll never use anyway!"

Miss Velazquez smiled. Though she didn't look it, she was older than the guys,
and their youthful enthusiasm reminded her of how she had felt when she had
first gotten into this line of work. The freedom, the opportunity to use her
physical skills, the excellent money - and all of it tax-free, of course, and
a laid-back, hands-off boss who was much better than what the typical office
cubicle drone was stuck with.

"You think that's good, I hear that Mr. Big might have an even bigger
opportunity for us," she said. "There's supposedly a freighter coming in from
China that has $15 million worth of heroin hidden on it. He'll need a good
crew for that job, and we can be part of it. We can talk to him about it when
we meet up in George Town." Bruno and Victor grinned, talking and joking like
kids.

"Tri-five, guys," she said, high-fiving both of them. "Hey, looks like we're
approaching the Gulf coast. When we get out of sight of land, be ready to
shove out those corpses."

Victor and Bruno nodded, heading to the back of the plane where the bodies
were stacked one on top of the other on a couch. Miss Velazquez looked to her
right, admiring the view of the sun setting over the Gulf. Yes, life was good.

THE END

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STORY 2: A BLOODRAYNE TALE

Another adventure for everyone's favourite half-human, half-vampire, Rayne.

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Rayne led the way deeper and deeper into the dark, damp cave, her two male
assistants following her. As her superhuman senses detected something, she
held up her right hand.

"It's too dangerous for you guys to go any further," she whispered. "Hide here
and wait for me to take down the vampire lord and whatever minions he may
have. I'll give you the signal when it's all clear and then you can examine
the doomsday device he's supposedly building down here."

"Yes, Miss Rayne," both men whispered back simultaneously. In awe of both her
power and her beauty, instant obedience came naturally to them.

Rayne certainly had that effect on any man she met. Already tall at 5'10", the
four-inch stiletto heels on her knee-high black leather boots boosted her up
to 6'2". Skintight black leather pants, a sleeveless black and red leather
top, and very long black leather gloves that went past her elbows completed
her outfit. It did a great job showing off her hourglass figure with buxom
perky chest, tiny 23-inch wasp waist, and round, hard, medium-sized dancer's
ass. Slender but muscular, her exposed upper arms had visible muscle tone even
when she wasn't flexing, and part of her six-pack abs was visible between her
little top and low-cut pants.

Her large eyes were a strikingly beautiful green, and her shoulder-length,
flame-colored hair nicely framed her elegant, high-cheekboned face. Her skin
was surprisingly tanned - as a dhampir, a half-vampire, half-human, she wasn't
bothered by sunlight and could spend time tanning at the beach just like a
regular girl. Though she was several hundred years old, she had the appearance
of a young woman in her early twenties.

With catlike stealth, Rayne continued advancing cautiously towards the bottom
of the cave, knowing that her two male companions were checking out her bottom
in the skintight black leather pants and smirking to herself at the effect her
body had on them. As the aura from the enemy vampires grew stronger, she
silently drew her guns, an assault rifle in each leather-gloved hand. Her
trademark blades were attached to her wrists as usual.

The vampire minions, six of them, leapt at her, hoping to overwhelm her. They
didn't stand a chance. She opened fire, her superhuman wrist strength allowing
her to fire the fully automatic rifles one-handed effortlessly, the heavy
recoil not bothering her at all. Though the vampires had strong healing
powers, the devastating, lethally accurate barrages of bullets from Rayne's
guns simply overwhelmed them, shredding flesh into paste faster than it could
heal. When she was done, her torrent of gunfire had not only killed all six
vampires, but cut each one in half from her sheer firepower.

Four more vampire minions appeared and she just laughed, not bothering to
reload her guns. Instead, she flew at them in a blindingly fast series of
cartwheels, cleanly decapitating the first with one of her wrist blades as she
finished her tumbling run. Attacked three on one, she parried the remaining
vampire minions' sword swings easily, toying with them for a bit, holding back
with her own attacks, letting them think they had a chance.

Then, playtime was over, as she leapt up high, bringing a blade down on one's
skull, cleaving him in half vertically from skull to groin. She backflip
kicked another in the face, sending him flying to land in a crumpled heap, and
with two swift swings cut off the hands of the last. She savored the fear in
the handless vampire's eyes, knowing how his kind savored the fear in their
victims' eyes before they drank their blood.

She impaled him in the chest with one of her wrist blades, lifting him high
over her head. Then she began spinning him around while putting her second
blade into action, cutting off his arms and legs one by one, finishing by
cutting off his head.

She stalked over to the last minion, who was still in a crumpled heap, her
high heels clicking on the stone floor of the cave. She detached one of her
wrist blades and stabbed it into the ground, her tremendous strength enabling
her to drive it deep into the solid rock.

Rayne grabbed her dazed, semi-conscious victim by the ankles and began
dragging him. As he suddenly realized where he was going, his soulless vampire
eyes grew wide with terror and he began pleading for his life.

Ignoring him, she pulled his legs on either side of the blade, then gave an
extra-hard yank, letting the razor-sharp metal rip apart his crotch, stomach,
chest, neck, and head in succession, giving her a bath of blood. She opened
her mouth to catch some, slurping it noisily, then licking her full, pouty
lips. She tossed the two halves of the corpse aside disdainfully, reattached
her wrist blade, and reloaded her guns.

Continuing on her way, she reached the end of the tunnel, where it opened up
into a larger cavern. At the far end was a round chamber made of metal, just
big enough for a human - or a vampire - to enter, connected by several wires
to a desk-sized, sophisticated-looking computer.

She looked and listened, using her heightened senses. He was close, she could
feel it. "I've taken out your minions!" she called out. "They weren't even a
good workout. Now why don't you come out and fight me like a man? If you have
the balls, that is."

He emerged from the shadows, an ancient vampire lord, probably thousands of
years old, from the strength of his aura, Rayne decided. Vampires did not age
in the traditional sense. Rather, millennia of training, experience, and
learning simply made them stronger and stronger as they kept on living. The
redheaded beauty gulped to herself as she wondered if she had bitten off more
than she could chew by taking him on alone. She hadn't expected him to be this
old or powerful...

"Yes, my little dhampir," he smirked arrogantly. "I can smell your fear, your
hesitation..."

Rayne whipped out her assault rifles and opened fire, the bullets from one
striking his head and those from the other impacting the center of his chest.
But the vampire lord simply stood there and laughed as the rounds bounced
harmlessly off him like raindrops striking a metal rubbish bin. She threw the
weapons down in disgust as they clicked empty.

The vampire lord drew a massive sword in his right hand and an even more
massive axe in his left. "Now, little girl, you will feel what true power is."

Rayne, though genuinely frightened for one of the very rare times in her long
life, didn't let it show. Instead, she said, "Since you're going to kill me
anyway, would you mind telling me exactly what your doomsday device is going
to do?"

He chuckled. "Very well. Although doomsday device isn't really the right term
for it. It's more of a time machine. See, your Brimstone Society has done a
good job keeping us vampires in check," he said, referring to the secret
anti-monster organization that Rayne worked for. "Too good. I'm going to
travel back in time to when the Society was first founded, when it was
vulnerable and weak. I will destroy it before it began, thereby creating a new
world order where the vampire race has free reign to rule."

Rayne simply nodded. She had to destroy the device. But before she could move,
the vampire lord was coming at her with his superhuman speed.

They battled, his sword and axe against her wrist blades. He was at least as
fast as her, probably faster, and far stronger, and it was all Rayne could do
to desperately parry his attacks. When her blades made contact with his flesh,
they barely scratched him, and the wounds healed almost before they were made.

She screamed as his sword impaled her in the stomach, listening to him laugh
as he withdrew it with a squishing sound. She had incredible healing powers,
but a wound as massive and gruesome as that did a lot of damage even to her.
She performed a series of standing back handsprings away from him to give
herself some breathing room, finishing her tumbling sequence with a high back
tuck and landing hard on her booted feet. She looked down at her wound,
healing not nearly as fast as she would have liked.

Rayne wondered what she could do as the vampire lord came at her again. Her
guns weren't working. Even her wrist blades, her most devastating weapons,
which had sliced and diced thousands of men and vampires to bits over her
lifetime, were barely scratching him. Suddenly, she remembered the words that
the priest from the Brimstone Society had said to her before she'd left for
this mission:

"Your guns and your blades have devastating power, but the weapon that will
help you complete this mission will be your legs."

She'd figured it was mostly because he found her legs attractive and was
looking for a casual way to hit on her. Not that she minded. At least he was a
priest who was attracted to adult women. But now...

As her enemy neared her, Rayne suddenly flipped herself upside down while
splitting her legs apart a full 180 degrees, spinning incredibly fast, her
long legs acting like the blades of a helicopter, impacting her opponent's
head dozens of times in the span of a few seconds. For the first time, he
roared in pain as her relentless barrage of helicopter kicks drove him back.
But it still wasn't enough. His boot suddenly lashed out with a brutal kick to
her torso, shattering several of her ribs and abruptly stopping her attack.
She crumpled to the cold stone floor, holding her side in pain.

The vampire lord smirked, raising his axe, preparing to finish her. But
suddenly, she lashed out with a wrist blade, separating the handle of the axe
from the sharp head, which fell to the ground. With a curse, he struck her
across the face with the handle, then kicked her again, breaking more of her
ribs and sending her flying across the cavern to land in a crumpled heap.

"It's over, you little bitch," he snarled. "I've won." He stalked over to the
computer and pressed several buttons. A large red countdown timer began
flashing as he made his way to the chamber, climbed in, and locked it behind
him. 15 seconds, 14, 13. "I will be teleported back in time and you, and your
entire Brimstone Society, will cease to exist."

Rayne suddenly rolled over, snatched up one of her assault rifles, reloaded it
in the blink of an eye, and sprayed the computer with bullets. Lead bounced
off metal.

From inside the chamber, the vampire lord laughed. "Did you really think I
didn't prepare for that? The control console is encased in a bulletproof and
bladeproof metal cage, and so is the teleportation chamber."

Rayne's green eyes flashed with anger, but abruptly brightened as she
remembered the priest's words again and knew what she had to do. She slowly
rose to her feet, wincing in pain. It would take a few minutes for her ribs to
heal, but she had less than seven seconds. Too wounded to use her normal
vampire speed, she staggered towards the console.

Four seconds left. Three...

Rayne reached the console. Standing over it, she raised her right leg high
over her head in a full 180 degree vertical standing split, her extraordinary
flexibility enabling her to perform the move even with multiple broken ribs.
The vampire lord let out a scream of pure terror as he realized what she was
about to do. He tried to unlock the chamber door, but it was too late.

"Let's see if your precious machine is legproof, baby," she hissed as the
timer reached one.

Then she brought her leg down in a lethal, blindingly fast axe kick, timing it
so that her heel struck the console with tremendous force at the exact moment
the clock hit zero. The impact was beyond devastating, shattering the console
into pieces. Broken, disconnected wires crackled with electricity. And in the
chamber, a blue light glowed briefly as the teleport sequence started... and
abruptly fizzled out, the vampire lord disappearing along with the light.

As Rayne stared at the now empty chamber, she sensed a presence behind her and
knew that her two assistants had snuck down there. With her enhanced hearing,
she listened to their whispered words as they spoke to each other in turn, the
nerdy scientists using their knowledge to explain just what she had done.

"The teleport sequence was started..."

"But at the exact moment of zero..."

"Rayne destroyed the computer."

"And with the computer destroyed, there's no way..."

"The teleport sequence could finish."

"So that means..."

"The vampire lord has been stranded in the fourth dimension. He's alive,
conscious...and helpless, knowing he's stuck there."

"Forever."

"He'll want to die. But he can't."

"Holy shit. She did that to him...she is one cold bitch."

"Okay, guys, you can come out now," Rayne called out.

The men stood up, quivering with fear at being caught and overheard, knowing
how sensitive her hearing was. The redheaded hottie laughed. "It's okay.
You're right. I am a cold bitch."

"Are you all right, Miss Rayne?" one of the men asked.

She looked down, then felt her ribs. "I'm fine. My stomach wound has already
healed, and my broken bones should be fully healed in a couple of minutes. I'd
feel better if I had some blood, though." She looked at them and displayed her
fangs. At that, both guys shrank back, trembling.

She laughed again. "Just messing with you. But seriously, when I'm ready to
go, let's go out for some nice, rare steaks to celebrate. My treat."

"Thank you, Miss Rayne," said the second man.

She smiled at them both, then looked back at the empty chamber and the
remnants of the control console. Mission accomplished.

THE END

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