Original version in English:

Guns and Roses (jointly by Alex and Hitomi)

(Part 1)

(By Hitomi)

“”Range?”You asked
“420 meters”
“Wind?”
“South-west-west 20 meters hour.”
You factored the data and adjusted the sight.
I looked into my telescope again.
The targets were clearly visible.
With an effective range of 1,500 meters, the L115A3 should do the job beautifully. With you behind the trigger, the victims were as good as dead. The full size glass window would not present a problem.
They were making love in the villa, those two girls, oblivious that their young lives would end any second. The brunette had just taken off the black brassiere of the blonde, releasing her round and firm breasts. The brunette, Eva, was our assigned target but the blonde had to die too.  Our order was : no survivors.
Eva was rocking the tits of her partner now and the blonde arched back to offer herself to her.  Her shoulder length hair swayed from side to side, brushing her spotless naked back.  We decided to wait a bit more.  To kill her in this position would require another slug to finish off Eva and I knew you hated that: you always aimed to finish your job with one shot.
Eva was licking her nipples now and even at this vast distance, I could almost sense her moaning; not the sound of course, but her facial expression told me everything.
They were so beautiful, art pieces that would certainly make front page with their corpses.
“Hitomi?” You drew my attention to our job.
“Wait.” I said.  The position was right now.  Their tits were rubbing against each other.  But I wanted to give them more time, to allow them one more climax before cold metal ended their lives together.
I tried my best to maintain my calmness. As an observer, I must not let passion get in the way.  I could not allow myself aroused, got wet under my black leather outfit, nor, if required, even breathe.
“Now!” I said.
There was a tiny sound of your pulling back the trigger.
I saw the blonde arched back as a red jet of blood sprayed out, the bullet entering her right side so that it would clean out from her tit to smash Eva’s heart The velocity of the sniper rifle would ensure both would be dead even before they realized what was happening, before even the glass had time to shatter.
“Targets down.” I said.
You nodded and began to dissemble the L115.
I took a last look at them.  The blonde had sprawled on the body of Eva, her face turned the other way facing the wall.  What would be her expression?  Surprise? Disbelief? Shocked? Or frozen in her ecstasy?  I could see Eva’s face, her eyes open, lips slightly apart as if to murmur some last assurance of love to her partner, or to say good-bye.  Both of them were stone dead.
“Let’s go.” You said.


(Part 2)

(by Hitomi)


We went back to our den, our citadel you called it.
The building was a stand-alone house on a low rise that extended out into the bay.  We chose this place as it was easy to defend, and we loved to make love at the sound of the breakers.
We got off my Red Indian motorbike and went inside.
You did not even wait to switch on the lights, pinned me on the wall and used your teeth to slide the zipper in front of my leather outfit down. I did not have any underwear beneath it.  I moaned and dropped my helmet on the floor as you pushed back the thing and exposed my firm breasts.
You sucked them as the leather was pushed back to slide down my shoulders.
My hands fumbled with the buttons of your black shirt, and then without undoing.the last of them, I tore it open to reveal your strong chest.  I buried my face in it but you pushed me down on my knees.  I knew what you wanted and undid your flyer.  Your cock sprang out, hard as iron.  
“Suck it!” you said.
I open my mouth and took it in.
You came fast, a warm current rushed down my throat.
I withdrew a bit, looked up at your face.  Your cock kept shooting out the creamy white cum and it landed on my face and the cleft between my tits.
You stared at me, an unexplainable rage in your eyes and pulled me up, turned me around and jerked down the leather now hanging around my waist. It got caught in the boots but it no longer mattered.  My legs were forced apart as far as it was possible and without ceremony, you buried your cock into my arse.
I moaned, hands guiding yours to cup my tits as you pumped into me.  The scene of Eva and her lover dying in that villa ran over and over in my brain.

We finally finished and lay down on the bed with its black satin sheets.  You lit a cigarette for me and then did one for yourself.
We did not speak for a while but we knew what we were thinking.
We completed our assignment and knocked off Eva, the daughter of the boss of one of the two biggest drug lords in the country.  Tomorrow, we would do the same to Sabrina, the mistress of the other drug lord.  The top brass thought it would be a good idea to plant hate between the two groups and direct their firepower towards each other.
We did not care: a job is a job and now it was done.
Whether the girls deserved to die or not was their concern, we kept telling ourselves.
We just do not understand why we find our fingers trembling with the lighted butts.

(Part 3)

(by Alex)

Hitomi and I headed to the outskirts of the city the next day to follow Sabrina, a very sexy brunette woman physicist.
Sabrina was 30 year old. Her father had embarked on a life as a mafia boss,.  She was also a mistress of Roberto, another drug lord and her death could escalate into a war with rival families.
It was not long before we tailed her to where she lived.
Sabrina walked into her apartment and started to undress and then went into the bathroom to take a shower. Hitomi and I were perching on the roof of the building opposite.  It should be an easy job for us.
"That Squaldrina,”Hitomi cursed in Italian, which she picked up from me. “ Alex, this will be to avenge so many innocent people.”
I said "yes"
Hitomi said, "no one should mourn her death."
I saw Sabrina came out with a towel covering her body. She lit a cigarette and was going to relax on the couch.  I did not give her time to inhale and pulled the trigger. The shot entered her left breast and a red halo appeared on the towel as blood began to oozed out. She opened her mouth and her eyes were widened in astonishment but I fired a second shot that hit a bull-eye on the wound of the first shot.  Sabrina dropped her cigarette and tried to put a hand on her wound and she died in that pose, the towel having slipped down onto the carpet.
“You used two shots.” Hitomi eyed me coolly. “It has never happened before.”
I did not reply.  
What she said was true but I could not explain the complex feeling when I fired the second shot.  Perhaps it was a challenge to myself to see if I could hit the first mark but I doubted it.  Rather, I knew I could kill her with one shot and yet I wanted to put in a second bullet as she was such a pretty target.
We rode back to the citadel in silence.  Hitomi was crossed but I knew she would not be angry for too long.
I was right.  She locked herself in for two hours in her own room.  By evening, she had calmed down and we made love with full abandon on the sofa.
“Will you shoot me one day like you shoot that board today?” Hitomi asked.
I looked into her eyes.  For a long time, I knew she harboured a secret desire to be killed. Few could not understand why.  She was young and beautiful and it seemed such a waste to turn her into a pretty corpse.  But I understood.  Her desire to be destroyed rooted from an unhappy childhood, being abused by her step-father whom she had killed later after she grew up.  Her mother died of grief for that and Hitomi had never been able to forgive herself.  Perhaps she thought her death would make up for it.
“If I need to.” I said.
“Good.  Kill me now.”
I pulled out my FN-57. She knelt, naked, and opened her mouth for me to push the muzzle in.
We started at each other.  I pulled the trigger and she snapped shut her eyes.
But her brain was not shot out.
Before I pulled, I had taken out the magazine and unloaded the last bullet behind my back.
She heaved and collapsed backwards, the last ounce of her energy spent.
I carried her into our bedroom and we made love again.

(Part 4)

(by Hitomi)

When you pulled the trigger, my heart was racing, not out of fear but euphoria.
I had dreamed to be shot by you for so long.  Actually, you were supposed to shoot me the first time we met.  I was on the run for killing my step-father and the city police had a warrant on my head: dead or alive, preferably dead.
You took me in.  You argued the case that I could redeem my crime by serving the community, as an assassin.  I was not such a crack shot like you but I was fearless and had the guts to go into extreme danger, like that time we broke into an underground brothel and started shooting. There were over twenty mafia guards in that place.  By the time we came out, they were all dead, including five young hookers.  No survivors, our orders were.  
I was pardoned and assigned to be your observer though needed be, I would be on the firing side as well.
We kept low for the next few days, read our newspapers. Like I said, Eva and her partner got front page full size picture of their naked bodies on top of each other. She was still so beautiful in death. I sort of envied her.
The gang war was on.  Two days after Eva got killed, her father’s gang hit upon three establishments of the rival gang headed by Roberto. Roberto hit back of course, and soon the back alleys of the city was flooded with vendetta blood.
It seemed we had succeeded to trigger off their slaughtering each other.  
But this kind of thing was unpredictable in consequence and we might have started something more than we could chew.  If the gang lords were not as stupid as the top brass of our police thought, we could end up in deep trouble.  And my guess was, they were far from being stupid.
Meanwhile, we fortified the den.  We had plenty of arms and ammunition, enough to fight an entire army.  You also asked your sister Chloe to come over.  Chloe brought another friend, Sophie.  I liked Chloe and so did not mind.  When you made advances on Sophie, I turned the other way.  You made love to her, of course.
While you were doing that, I made love to your sister.
Summer had begun.  It was too hot to wrap myself in leather.  So, I put myself in a black bra top and sky blue tight-fitting jeans when I was not screwing in bed.  I always made sure my weapons were close at hand, just in case.




Part 5

(by Alex)


They found out much faster than we expected.  Bob discovered who was the murderers of Eva and immediately he called a meeting with the rival family to organize a manhunt.  Things started to go wrong.  Our top brass assumptions were stupid and the clans were much more clever than they thought.  Of course, by now, the police disclaimed any connection with us and we were on our own.

It took then just a few days to find out the location of our secret base. An army of assassins was heading our direction.
But we would not be found unprepared. We had a lot of ammunition, food, water, and if they tried to storm the citadel, we would extract a high price from them and bring down as many as we could with us.


Part 6

(by Hitomi)

We tried to persuade Chloe and Sophie to leave but they adamantly refused.

“We fight together, or we die together.” She declared.

We knew once these two made up their minds, nothing could change it.  So, we open the lockers and distributed our armaments: M-16, MK-5, Uzi, rocket launchers, grenades and even a few Chinese made QW-3 portable missiles just in case they attacked with armed helicopters.  For night battles, we had infra-red goggles and against gas attack, gas masks.  We knew we were outnumbered by at least forty to one and it was going to be a hard fight.

I put on my best black bra-top and mid-thigh length blue jeans as if I had to die fighting, I wanted to die sexy and pretty.  Chloe chose a tank-top and pants in army green while Sophie put on her flimsy white blouse which was so transparent that we could clearly see the red brassier and the shape of her curvy tits beneath it.

“Hitomi, you take the rooftop with a sniper rifle and a RPG.  Make sure you have enough ammo and knock out any armored vehicle within 200 meters.” You gave out instructions as you were the most experienced.

“Chloe, you take the windows in the second floor.  There you can keep a lookout at the main gate and the low walls.  Spare no ammo and kill everyone before they can sneak close enough to plant a dynamite or something, ok?”

“OK?”

“What about me?” Sophie asked.

“You stick with me.  We shift positions so that they cannot judge how many pair of gun-hands we have.  And keep low.  That brassiere of yours may attract a lot of firepower”

Sophie giggled.  

We took our gears and as much ammo as we could handle and waited.

From my position, I could see not only everything around us, including the bay, which was not immune to attacks as they might employ speed boats with rockets.  I suddenly had a feeling that this would be my last fight and grew horny at the thought as I wished to have a good fuck if that happened.  As Chloe was downstairs and too far to play, I could only pull down the zipper of my short jeans and slip my hand in.  It was unbelievably fast that I came. Then I heard Chloe’s voice calling up.

“Are you masturbating, Hitomi?”

I blushed. “How do you know?”

“I am doing it myself, honey.”

“Will you fuck me if we live after the fight?” I asked.

“You bet.  I will fuck your brain out!”

“That’s a deal.” I chuckled and said.

“Hey, look. Here they come.” Chloe shouted a warning.

And sure enough, the first patch of around twenty thugs were moving in behind an armored lorry.

Part 7

(by Alex)

The first group of men found bread for their teeth. The machine gun mounted on that armored car was firing bursts at the building when Hitomi fired a shot from her RPG and sent the car off the road crashing into a palo.  Sophie and Chloe started to shoot at any target to ensure none of them could cross the gates.  Four men tried to climb over it and were instantly turned into beehives. Another assassin, a pretty young woman with a machine-pistol, was trying sneak around on the lower end of the wall.  I took up my M-16 and shot her through the forehead and she fell back and was left overhanging on the wall, her pony-tail hair came loose and blowing wild in the wind.  The others fled back.  Hitomi got another woman with her sniper rifle, making a hole in the back and the woman just collapsed onto the ground without a sound.  The first attack was repulsed with ease.  Six down, not counting those trapped in the burning armored car.  

We did not have time to celebrate though.

The second attack was more determined.  It started from two helicopters with gunmen at their doors and began shooting. Hitomi downed one of these but the other managed to fire a salvo at the first floor and Chloe was hit in the left arm when several bullets shot through the wall.  
“Yakkkkk…” Chloe cried out in pain as she lay flat on the floor.
“Are you alright?” I shouted.
There was no reply.  
Obviously she was hurt bad, if not killed and could no longer be remain in action.

Part 8

(by Hitomi)

I heard Chloe going down.  She was unlucky as the gunman on the helicopter had no idea that such wild shot could get her.  I was tempted to shoot the bird down with my anti-aircraft missiles but decided against it as they might send in other choppers and I needed them for longer range shooting.  Instead, I took aim with my sniper rifle and fired.  The gunner jerked back, obviously hit.  Before he could drop off, I took out the pilot too and the chopper leaned suddenly sideways.  The gunman was caught in the air by the rotating blade and his head was chopped off like a slice of apple.  It was messy with all that blood raining down.  The chopper continued to fly in a weird course until it hit something round the other side of the hill.  We heard an explosion.
More men were swarming up and Sophie and you were taking them down like flies.
I dropped my LA115 as it was bulky and I had used up one magazine of bullets.  I pulled the two .45 from my holsters and started shooting, taking down another three men as I raced down the side-stairs.  Bullets whistled past me, hitting the metal railings with clanks.  It was a miracle that I got to the where Chloe lay unscathed.
“Are you alright?’ I knelt beside her.
“I am hit, bad.”
I checked on her.  She was right.  Her left arm was shattered and the bullet had shot through it and entered her side. I fingered black blood.
“It’s my liver. I am going to die, right?”
“Chloe…”
“You do not have to lie to me.  I know I am not going to get out of this alive. Too bad about our fucking deal.”  She even managed to laugh.
“You are so brave, Chloe.” I said.
“Then, help me to die brave.” She replied. “Help me up and give that pistol to me.
I helped her up, let her take one of my .45 with her right hand.  She inched towards the window.
“Chloe, you will get hit” I warned her.
“I know.” She said.
And she started firing.
I took up her MP-5 and rushed to an adjacent window.
I was in time to see five of the gang breaking down the gates and came rushing in.
I took down two, one man and one woman, both bull-eye shots at the forehead.  Chloe shot the other three.
“Yes!” she cried out her victory.
It was the last word she said.
A long shot from a hidden sniper got her in the left tit. Her tank top was simply blown away and her beautiful breast on the left side was now a blood mess.  Chloe toppled forward and lay still on the window, head down. Another sniper shot hit her in the back but she no longer moved.
I emptied the MP-5 towards the direction where the sniper shot came from.  There was no return fire.
“Alex! Chloe is dead!” I shouted.
“Shit!” I heard you say.
More firing.  There was already a few body piles outside and inside the compound.
We must have got at least thirty of them, or even more.
But there were still more to come.
In the distance, another armored car moved forward.  This one had an ugly looking bazooka mounted on top and it was ready to fire.
“Shit!” I ducked for cover at the sight of the flame.  I was just in time as the shell hit the back wall and sent debris flying in all directions. I knew I must not allow it to fire another round. I grabbed a RPG left by Chloe and one shell and moved along the terrace.  Bullets rained on me and a few were so closed.  I finally got within range, took aim and fired.  The second armored car exploded into a flaming wreck.


(Part 9)

(by Alex)

I saw the explosion and knew what Hitomi had achieved.  I also knew she did it at a great risk to her life.  Going out that far would put her in a most dangerous position as she could no longer count on our support fire.  I wished to go to her aid but there were at least two dozens of firing henchmen advancing with blazing sub-machine guns.  The bullets whistled past us like heavy rain.  Sophie and I kept on firing, dropping them like flies but more came forward as replacements.

“Watch out! To your right!” I shouted as I noticed a woman dressed in a black bra top broke through Sophie’s web of fire and was about to toss a grenade.   Sophie shot her twice, both in her left tits and she sank to her knees, the grenade dropped from her hand and rolled backwards instead of our direction and the blast blew three other gangsters to bits.  

“Good work!” I said.

Sophie remained silent and I knew something was wrong.

“Are you hit, Sophie?”

“Yes, in the right leg.  But I can fight on.”

Actually, I had also taken two leads in my left leg but I had been keeping quiet so as not to cause alarm.  With both of us wounded in the leg, it would not be possible for us to rush to help Hitomi.  We could not break into a run and the reduced speed would ensure we lay beehives to any ambush set up.  I only hoped she could make it back safely.  But it was not a time of well-wishing.  Another wave of attackers rushed forward.  I put on another clip of magazine and started shooting.  I fell seven of them.  Sophie got three.  The others fled.  But I knew they would come again, soon.

Part 10

(by Hitomi)

I knew I was surrounded.  Bullets flew towards me from all directions and if I had not chosen my cover well, protected by solid rocks, I would have long breathed my last.  It was still bad enough.  I still had two full clips of twenty slugs each and could hold up for a while.  But there was one worry on my mind.  You would surely try to come over to save me but if you really tried, he would walk into an ambush and be killed.  The other side must have this in mind too.  Otherwise they would rush in and my two pistols would not keep them at bay.   They were using me as bait!

I could not allow this to happen.  I knew what I was going to do would mean that my death was at hand.  Tears rolled down my cheeks, not because I was afraid but that I really loved you and I hated to go without a last good-bye.  The scene of our love-makings raced in my brain.  I tried to recall every kiss, every caress, every thrust made by your cock inside me.  But I also knew I must not be greedy.  Any second lost in day-dreaming would mean greater risk for you.

I pulled out my spare pistol, a 9mm Bretta with my left hand.  In my right hand was my faithful .45.  I took a deep breath and jumped out of hiding, shooting in all directions.  This caught them by total surprise.  I shot three of them in quick session.  A woman got panicky and tried to run.  I showed her no mercy and shot her in the back.  Instead of going back under cover, I marched towards them and kept my guns blazing.  I could no longer count how many I fell.  It did not matter any more.  In front of me were more than twenty hitmen with their guns ready. This fire-power could easily cut me to shreds.
“Come on! Shoot! You bastards!” I kept on walking towards them.
Then I stopped.  Something I never expected happened.  My .45 ran out of ammo and my Bretta clogged.  I was left standing there like an idiot, holding two weapons that could no longer kill.

“Take her!” someone shouted.

I froze.  I had planned to die fighting, or, if they did not get me, I would use the last bullet to end my own life.  I never expected to be helpless and taken alive. Before I could react, strong hands grabbed my arms and pulled me down.

“Kill me!” I shouted and killed but it was no use.  I was pinned.
Someone took out a pen-knife and slashed at the center part of my bra-top.  The cups flew apart and exposed my tits and the tattooed roses on them.  You had done it yourself and kissed them when you finished.  It was the seal of our love.  Now, they were exposed to strangers’ eyes.

Something was pointed at me, not a gun, but a video camera.

“No!” I struggled and kicked.  But I was no match against so many ruthless men.
My jeans were pulled off me, then my black panty.

“Submit to your fate, bitch!  You can at least say good-bye to that lover of yours.”

I knew it was no use fighting.  I quieted down as the first man mounted me.

“Arghhhhh….” In spite of feeling humiliated, my body betrayed me and reacted to the push and pull of male organ.  And one organ was followed by another.

I looked into the lens of the video camera.

“Alex, I love you! I love you!” I said, tears flooding all over my face.

(Part 11)


(by Alex)

I knew something was wrong.

The firing died down and instead a huge white screen was set up.  We could have shot those men of course, but we did not. In silence, Sophie and I waited.

Then it came, the images of Hitomi being pinned down, her bra top cut away from her and she being gang-raped.

“Alex, I love you! I love you!” she was saying.

I felt a rage and would have rushed out and shoot them all but for Sophie’s restraining hand on my forearm.

Then, I saw her being led to a spot. She seemed resigned to her fate and walked as if in a dream.  When she reached the spot they indicated, she knelt down.  Someone barked an order and she masturbated in front of my eyes.

“Hitomi…”

I knew they made her do it to make me feel angry, to do something stupid.  I knew she did it because she wanted me to end her life.  They must have thought so too as the range was outside that of my M-16 which was only 800 meters.

“I will get it, “ Sophie said.
She crawled back under cover and soon returned with the L115A3.
“Range?” I asked.
“1,600 meters” Sophie replied with her eyes glued to her range finder.
I cursed.  That was over the effective range of 1,500 meters for the L115.
“Wind?”
“South-west 60 meters hour.”
There was no guarantee that I could kill her with a shot under this condition.  Even if the range is shorter, such strong wind would easily mean variation.  I could miss, or worse, I could hit her head and destroyed that pretty face of one I loved so much.
I looked into the sighting scope.  She was ready, waiting for me to end her life.  I could see the roses I had tattooed on her bowl-shaped tits by my own hands, the slim waist, the groins where I had held kissed when we made love, the raven black hair combed into a pony-tail, now in disarray, the tears on her face and above all, the love that she wanted to convey.

“I am sorry, Hitomi.  Forgive me.”
I pulled the trigger.

(Part 12)

(By Hitomi)

I knew he would do it.
We were so far apart but our hearts were never closer than this moment.
I braced myself and protruded my breasts so that it would make him a bit easier to target.
“I love you, Alex.” I said as my last climax in life hit me the same instant that shot shattered my heart..

(Part 13)

I saw blood shooting out from her breast, the rose tattoo disintegrated into faling petals. The look on her face was relief.  The shot catapulted her body back by at least ten meters, where it landed, lay spread-eagle and was still.

The fighting continued.  

No, it was no longer a fight.  It was a vengeance by a wounded lion in rage.  I fired and fired and men and women dropped like weeds under a harvester.  When they finally knew their strength was broken, they fled.  I would not let them.  Sophie and I mounted the Red Indian motorbike that had belonged to Hitomi and we rode like devils on wings, shooting anything the moved in our path.  They had totally lost heart and were slaughtered one by one.  We even got Ricardo and Bob, sitting in their sleek black limousine like target ducks, never expecting to be in danger.  The windows were bullet proof but when I pulled out the K-bar and smashed it to pieces, their eyes were full of terror.  I did not shoot them.  Instead, I shoveled a grenade into the big mouth of of the terrified Ricardo, pulled out the pin and sped away.  The limousine went up in a huge explosion.

Sophie and I survived.  She lost Chloe and I lost my Hitomi.  It was natural that we finally became lovers. I knew Chloe and Hitomi would not mind. They would always be living in our hearts.

(Part 14—epilog)

(by Alex)

“Range?”
“435 meters.”
“Wind.”
“North-east 25 meters hour”

I adjusted the L115.  The target, an arms dealer who reaped huge profit selling weapons to terrorist organizations employing child soldiers to fight and die would have only three more seconds to breathe.  We no longer work for the government, or for anyone.  We would hunt and kill those who deserved to be eradicated.  I knew Hitomi would approve.

I pulled the trigger.

(End)