girls who kill boys.

[JamieL]

Jess was part of a secret mercenary group that worked for British intelligence. The group she belonged to had no name to protect the identities of all the girls. The group’s main mission was insure and protect the national security.
It was jess’s duty that all leads that posed a threat were exterminated in what every way she felt fit. But jess had one main attribute to her job.. killing the young lads. Jess had never liked boys, so this proved no problem for her. She had killed many boys before in many different ways.
It was a late afternoon when she received a picture message from Intelligence Company. It was a picture of a 19 year old boy. His name was Sam Lyons. It listed his personality as being an adventurous skateboarder and a keen causer of trouble making. It was believed that he was aware of certain counter intelligence that may cause a threat to intelligence.
Jess studied the picture and realised that this Sam was a very fit and good looking boy. She was going to enjoy ending this boy’s life.

On the message it revealed where he would be at 11.00pm today. He was to be located at a skate park near to where he lived. Jess immediately caught the train to the location and sat in wait for his appearance.
Jess made herself comfortable on a park bench overlooking the skate park. It had began to rain heavy and she worried that Sam may not appear. To her surprise she noticed a young boy was walking towards the skate park wit a skateboard under his left arm. It was Sam. He was wearing low riding shot jeans that came up to under his knees, bright blue skater shoes, a visible calvin kline white boxers, and on top he wore a very tight fitting white t-shirt. Jess noticed that Sam had an excellent physique. His biceps, not huge, jutted out from under his tight sleeves, and she could just about make out an outline of a pair of Pecs and nice tight abs.
Jess started walking towards Sam. She stopped just by him and Sam stopped in his tracks to look at her. Jess smiled at him and asked “hey baby, are you Sam?” she noticed that he had a line of star tattoos going up his soft hair calf muscle. Sam hesitated “umm yeah, why you want know?”Jess smiled again and spoke softly leaning in towards his face “you’d be surprised baby.”
As quickly as she finished the sentence she grabbed his skateboard from under his bicep and swung the board around Sam’s face. She heard a loud cracking noise as the board smashed his nose over his face. The boy fell to his feet and grabbed his nose. “you fucking bitch ahhh!”As Sam crotched over, Jess pulled out a small hunting knife and pushed the blade up into his torso. The boy suddenly leapt up back on his feet in agony. His eyes were filling up he started to stumble. The blade had pierced his left peck muscle.
Jess looked back at him and presumed by the looks the knife had entered his nipple. The tight white t-shirt had started to become a thick red colour. His white calvin klines had small droplets of blood collecting on the band also.
Sam fell back down to the floor with a loud thud. His calves and skater shoes twitched. Jess leaned over the boy. He was weeping in agony. She started to stroke the boys face and then placed her hand on the boy’s abs. She started to feel up and down the lines of a nicely formed six pack. She grabbed the knife and forced it back out of Sam’s pierced tit. He looked back at her in agony as blood from the wound spat onto his face. He knew what coming next.
Jess lifted the knife high above her head and thrust the knife back into the boys abs. Blood gushed up like a fountain. Sam’s muscles tensed again and his head jolted back. Jess didn’t stop. She lifted the blade back up and threw it back down again with a loud ripping sound. She continued this 10 times until the thirst had completely ripped apart revealing seeping stab wounds. Sam’s face had drowned in blood. He was dead.
Jess stood up and smiled back at Sam. She put her foot on his crotch and forced the knife back out of the last stab wound in the pelvis. This body looked a mess. But no worries she thought... the police won’t ask any questions. Jess slowly started to walk away wondering who would stumble upon the skater boys body.

 

[KiltedSoldier]

Nice story - must be am unnamed black unit within MI5 ! Would ruin the story but there are much quicker cleaner ways to kill with a blade.

 

[JamieL]

Part 2:

Jess was in the middle of Central Park walking her dog when her phone received a text message. She knew it would be from her work. She tossed with the idea of whether to leave it or receive it. She knew that if the message was not read it would be deleted and the job would be passed onto another girl.
Her mind got the better of her and she pulled her phone out of her pocket and looked at the message. It was another job. A picture of a 20 year old boy came up. Jess’s eyes lit up. Although she had never been attracted to boys, this one was a complete stud. His name was Nial Jenkins. Jess read the message and found out that Nial’s family was part of a large terrorist movement in South Africa and he had moved with his family to England 3 years ago. Nial might not have had anything to do with the terrorist group but it was obvious this boy had to die.



His description read that he was a keen basketball player and had a love for cars. Once again it listed that he was known for being a trouble maker and not one to mess with. This only pushed Jess more to want to kill the boy. At the end of the message it added where Nial was to be this afternoon at 3pm.
Jess rushed home and got herself ready. She kept looking at the photo of Nial and studied her arsenal of weapons carefully. She retrieved a small pen knife and a small silenced pistol – her favourite.

Nial was supposed to be working at a local supermarket where he was living with his family. Jess knew his finishing time and decided that she would situate herself outside the shop and wait for his appearance. As she arrived the car park seemed very quiet and only a few cars were scattered across the vast spaces for parking.
She held her phone to her ear and pretended that she was on the phone to one of her friends whilst patiently waiting. Someone caught her eye coming out of a little side door the opposite end of the shop. The boy who exited was in the process of putting a black vest over his torso. His abs glistened in the sunlight and were nicely framed by the top of is purple boxers waistband. The vest rested on top of his tight pectoral muscles and almost seemed to be resting on top of his rigid nipples. The vest finally loosened and fell just above the boxers band. The boy grabbed a baseball cap from the back of his tight black jeans and placed it loosely on his head. He steadily walked across the car park and stopped at a white fiesta sport car and retrieved a pair of keys from his back pocket.

Without a doubt, jess knew this was her boy Nial. She steadily rushed to the car still on her phone. Nial had thrown himself on his seat and closed the door. Now running, jess circled the car and opened the passenger door and took her seat.
Nial nearly jumped out of his skin, “what the fuck are you doing?” he shouted. Jess now had a much better view of her kill. His face was smooth and young looking, and his chest muscles were lifting dramatically with each breath. Jess noticed that his arms were tightly packed with muscles and had fine brown hairs on his forearm.

Jess thought this would be an easy kill and with no fuss. She grabbed her gun and aimed for nails forehead. To her surprise the boy quickly thought back. He lifted his left arm and elbowed Jess in the face. She lost her bearings and dropped the gun into her foot weld of the car. Nial leaned over towards jess with arms outstretched and began to punch her in the face. His fist clenched tightly he was about to deliver the final blow when Jess reacted and held his fist with her hand. Her other hand had the small penknife and quickly slashed Nials arm. The blade ran from under his sweaty armpit and cut straight down to his elbow. The wound began to open up and blood dribbled over the handbrake. Nial screamed and fell back in his chair.
“why are you doing this to me!?” he demanded. With no reply Jess inserted the blade into the side of his neck. Blood spat at her face. The boy seemed to jump up and down in his seat helplessly as blood ran down his vest and collected in a pool on his lap.

She struggled to pull the blade back out his pulsating neck. As she did she grabbed the gun off the floor. She pulled up Nials vest revealing his chest. It had become stained with the thick blood. She pointed the barrel of the gun to his left nipple and held it there for a few seconds. And pulled the trigger. Nial flexed forwards and back again. Under the gun a small trickle of blood ran down his peck and dribbled down his six pack. His head slumped forwards and he stopped gurgling blood. She pulled the gun back and his vest fell back down covering a small piercing hole where his nipple once was. His legs twitched slightly and hit the pedals of the car. His face didn’t look peaceful. It was drenched in blood.

Jess opened the door of the car and shut it behind her. She hastily made her exit out the car park and began to get changed out of her blood soaked clothes. Flash backs of Nials face kept coming back to her. She wasn’t going to forget this boy’s death easily.

 

[JamieL]

Jess has a new story coming soon!!!!

This time she is on a mission in Germany, but a young 23 year old boy is in the way to stall her.
Does Jess manage to slaughter this boy... and if she does, how?

Find out soon!!!

<<<---- Liam Shulucker

 

[justme12]

Thank you so much. Nice story. Makes me horny!

 

[JamieL]

Jess had been assigned to a new case in the heart of Germany, Berlin. Her reason for being there was that there was a large group of suspects considered to be involved in a plot to ship a large container of drugs to England.
Jess had arrived in Berlin late one afternoon. She was greeted with a very dull and tired looking city. The weather was overcast and the temperature was probably no higher than 0’.

She looked once again at her mission briefing, and studied the notes carefully. There was a large warehouse building situated on Humesiters Strasse. The warehouse contained vast amounts of drugs and shipping materials. Her objective was to photograph the merchandise and remain undetectable. Once the job was complete she was to return home and debrief. This way the mission could then be completed in the right way. At the end of her briefing read “anybody that gets in your way, eradicate immediately.”

Jess continued to walk down the wet streets and eventually found the Humesiters Strasse. The warehouse doors were slightly open and she made an easy access to the property. Once she was inside she was confronted with a very large open square build. The height of the building reached up two levels and had two cat walks joining each side. In the centre of the room, visible to see were large brown boxes taped up and labelled “Water.”
The warehouse seemed empty and jess took her opportunity and took as many photos as she could. A voice made her stop her work and she dashed behind one of the boxes. It was a boys voice and seemed to be coming from a little office situated just to the left of her.



The office which was incorporated within the warehouse had a small red door and a large glass window. Jess crept up to the window and peered through. What met her eyes was a wonderful sight. A young boy sat in an office chair with the phone up to his right ear. He wore a large red baseball cap slightly to the right and had brown/blonde hair sweeping to the right with the hat. His one ear was pierced with a large diamond looking stone. He wore an extremely tight white t-shirt. His not overly sculpted body stretched the thin cotton to ripping point. Jess could just about make out his rigid nipples poking through the t-shirt. His patterned cotton boxers were visible over his skinny fitting jeans.

His right arm flexed as he held the phone to his ear, the bicep would pop out under the t-shirt and when straightened out the bicep muscle would crawl back under his t-shirt. His face was very young and cute. Nice big smile with white teeth and his big green eyes sparkled in the artificial light.
Jess watched as the boy put the phone back down on the retriever. He stood up and stretched. The shirt almost seemed to become invisible. The cotton stretched so much that jess could see his tanned skin underneath. The t-shirt lifted high above his boxers band revealing a very smooth tightly pack of 6 abs. The pectoral muscles jutted out frantically and the boy’s pointy nipples pierced through the cotton.
Jess quietly opened the door into the office and slid behind a cork screen board. The boy had turned around and lit up a cigarette. He took a deep breath and exhaled. Smoke drifted across his face and collected under the peak of his hat. He coughed and closed his eyes. Jess took her chance and struck at the fresh piece of meat. She kicked the boy’s calf muscle and he came tumbling down on one knee. The boy looked up in shock. Jess clenched her fist and smashed the boy’s nose across his face. She felt the nose bone break and felt a warm liquid spray up her arm. He fell back and supported himself up with his two tensed arms. His face looked in pain as the blood ran down his chin and dripped on his white t-shirt. Jess grabbed him round the bicep and lifted him up to his feet. He started crying “please... please... i not know what you want?”

Still holding the boys bulging bicep she kissed him on his sticky red lips. She bit down on his bottom lip until she felt her teeth rip through his skin. He screamed and tried to pull away, doing this caused his lip to tear away from her grip leaving a piece in her mouth. Blood squirted out from his mouth like a fountain. Jess let loose on his arm, and flew a punch into the boys abs. The force of blow cracked one of his ribs and the sent him flying onto the desk. His back sent all the office equipment flying. On top of the desk was a pair of scissors. Jess ran over and held the boy tight round the neck pinning him on top of the desk. She saw his converse trainers kicking at the carpet behind her, the shoes left visible scuff marks on the laminate flooring. She leant over his stressed face and grabbed the scissors. Opening them up, she put them over the boys erect nipple. He started to squirm more lifting his chest up more and more. Suddenly she pushed the two blades together and with a slight squeeze she had sliced the end of his nipple off. The t-shirt peeled open revealing a small opening in his peck and a bubbling pool of dark red blood.

The boy began to panic even more, he overcame Jess’s grip around his neck and pushed her back. He hobbled off the desk and held his peck muscle. He screamed and tried to grab jess round the neck. As he came closer jess plunged the scissors into his abs. The blades went straight through. The boy jolted and stared directly at her, mouth agape. She twisted the scissors feeling all of his insides move around and could almost see his other abdominal muscles flex and move around his stomach. She let go and saw the boys eyes roll back into his head and fell backwards smashing on the laminate flooring. She stood up and looked at the corpse. Blood squirted out his nipple hole and leaked all over the floor.
She grabbed her belongings from the room and as she went past the twitching corpse she stamped her foot on his face. Another cracking noise came from the skull. She enjoyed every minute of this kill.

 

[ukon]

Nice stories , thanks

 

[JamieL]

Jess has been given a new mission - this boy has been involved in terroist activites and has to be killed.

Please give Jess ideas, thoughts and likes on how this stunning boy is too meet his end

Have fun!

 

[markalf]

Capture one, take him to a safe house, strip and strap him down, torture him to death slowly.

 

[gibing]

 

[9jfrogger]

Interesting and inventive stories ! Just a note though - it's PEC not Peck

 

[JamieL]

Cal was a mechanic who worked mainly on the fast sports cars. It was understood that he was one of the 3 terror suspects that killed agent number 2332. It was my duty for the girls to make sure his life was ended. He was at the HQ garage by himself. I was watching him through the window working on a black fiesta sport. He wasn’t wearing any top but just tight short jeans with white boxers shorts above his belt. He had writing tattoos on both arms. One said “strength on honour” and the other said “the skies the limit”.” His back was very muscular and every time he moved his arms, his biceps would stick out. I walked in and he turned round, he quickly aimed his gun at me and shot at me and ran behind the car. He had hit me. I could see his hairy legs and trainers under the car so I jumped on the floor and shot him in the calf muscle. His leg jolted up and a blood splashed all over the floor. The other leg gave way and his body fell to the floor with a thud. He looked at me and started crying “please don’t shot me” “please I don’t want to die” I shouted back at him “I’m going to enjoy pumping lead into your tight little boy body.” he let out a slight squeal and with that I fired another bullet straight into his belly button. He jolted back a bit more and another spray of blood splashed in a line on the floor. “please” he said with a treacle of blood coming from his mouth. I fired another bullet which pierced his right nipple, as the bullet destroyed the soft muscle tissue he screamed and rolled over on his back. I could see blood was overflowing out his right pectoral down his side and armpit and collecting in a pool under his bareback. I got up and walked over to his body. The holes in his body were leaking a lot of blood. I could see part of his nipple had burst onto the tyre above him. He was still breathing. I pointed my gun at his boxers and groin area, I then fired the other 4 bullets into his boxers. The body jolted a few times lifting of the ground and his arms twitching, the blood was unbelievable, I’ve never seen so much blood leak out of a boy. He was dead. Another boy was dead and wasted. I liked his body, especially his biceps, so I decided I would calve out his right bicep muscle with my pen knife. It was messy but it was enjoyable feeling the muscle flew even though he was dead.

 

[JamieL]

Hope you all liked my last story! There's a new coming along for Jess! If any ideas please list below!

 

[JamieL]

Andy was 22 years old. His life was nothing special. He grew up in Birmingham, on an estate called TowerBridge. TowerBridge was one of the UK’s most dangerous areas. The estate was riddled with gang members and there were more deaths here than in the city itself. For Andy he had the typical shit upbringing, his father hated him and his mum had left the scene along time ago. For 22 years of age Andy only acted about 10. He was stubborn, childish, immature but most of all a nasty piece of work. He had got himself mixed up with the wrong people and now found himself to be one of the most death wished people on the estate. No one liked him. Andy was about 5’9, he had straight black hair, that swept across his forehead, his eyes were a light brown and had a very young face. His body was pretty slim, but had a lot of muscle packed in tightly. His chest was broad and his pecks jutted out nicely. A faint 6 pack was visible and his arms were very well developed for a 22 year old. His legs were tight and a had thick dark hairs all over. When he was 17 Andy had gotten 3 tattoos. He had a image of his skateboard logo on his right forearm, another skateboard logo on his upper right shoulder and the words ‘strength and honour’ tattooed on his upper chest muscles. His right eyebrow also had a piercing and so did his right nipple. Today was Andy’s unlucky day. He was about to be killed by Jess and had no idea. He was just leaving the gym on the estate. He was wearing his white McKenzie short sleeve tshirt which revealed his tight biceps and showed off his bouncing pecks with the edged tattoo, short jeans that just about covered his knees and big white and blue ripcurl skater shoes. Jess had positioned herself on the top of an old warehouse building over looking the run down gym. She peered down her scope on her sniper and saw the young fit Andy lighting up a fag. His biceps flexed as he pulled the fag away from his mouth. Jess could see he had calvin kilne boxers on which fitted framed the bottom of his abs nicely. Andy started to walk down the pavement. His time had come. He heard a distant firing of a gun and then suddenly he found himself flying through a glass window behind him. His chest felt as though it was opening up. He thudded against the hard stone floor in the pool area in the gym. He gasped for breath and then the light faded out. One of the pool guards came running to Andys body. Andys chest had been ripped apart. The bullet had opened about a 5cm hole in his right peck muscle. Sinew and bone stuck out, with blood spurting out all over his tight top. His CK boxers and jean shorts now looked a dark red colour. His cute skater face and strong arms had tiny cuts all over where the shattered glass had dug deep into his skin. Andy thick dark blood started to gather underneath him and made a long spiralling stream into the pool. The pool guard noticed on the floor next to Andys head was a small piercing with skin tissue attached. The pool guard picked it up and put it into his pocket.... Andys nipple ring would be paraded about, the cunt was dead!

 

[deaddirty]

Nice stories - like it that we always know what boxers they were dying in. Maybe the next guy could be garroted wearing only his boxers?

 

[JamieL]

Thank you, I always think that my boys boxers are a very important part of their clothing! Their boxers frame the hot body! In Andy's case all his clothes were important because it's up to the readers imagination to see him lying in the broken glass with a 5cm hole in his chest! Yummy

 

[JamieL]

New story coming soon! Are you all excited?

 

[JamieL]

Everybody: the picture below is of a 17 year old boy. His dad works for the US government. The boys name is Jesse, and he has to die. If any of you have any ideas, sexy thoughts or storylines then please let Jess know here happy hunting peeps!

 

[JamieL]

Jess has a new mission:

I have no idea what is in the house, it must be something pretty interesting. All i know is that i have been given the duty to gain access to the house and retrieve a large crystal box in the cellar. sounds easy! but yeah of course its not! the house is surround by 4 guards, and all 4 of them have a key for me to gain access to the front door. now i just need to decide which young boy guard will be easiest to kill and retrieve his key. i might need help on this...
in my inventory i have a small silenced pistol with not a great range on it and only 3 bullets. ive got a blunt hunting knife, and ive also got my strength. i would love to have a fight with these boys and see how they fair with me!
right ill send you the pictures of the boys and a what i can tell about them, and you tell me what you think i should do. reply asap! time is running out!

boy number 1:


boy number 2:


boy number 3:


boy number 4:



All of these boys appear to have on them a small hunting knife and on there person the key. cant wait to hear from you!

Jess xox

 

[deaddirty]

No 2 Is gorgeous! He should definitely be strangled or garrotted - and the strangled/garrotted guy often pisses and shits his boxers, may even get an involuntary hard-on and come - I'm sure Jess will observe the state of his underwear very closely!