Gender: Male Age: 18 Location: Space
|Introduction: After marines fail, mercenaries are sent in to recover a very large gem for unknown reasons in Afganistan. As it turns out the gem contained an ancient insidious spirit, the Djinn.|
"Five minutes til' drop off!" general yelled, he was a stone cut man but a good leader.
Trisha, a Mercenary.
General was the leader of the squad. There were four of them. All of them were specialist in their field. General was an expert armsmen. Cloak, was an expert sniper, he was a native American of the Comanche tribe and he was also an expert in knife to knife combat.
Vi was the other squad member, short for Virus, he was an expert hacker. He was able to set up perimeters in minutes and hack satelite uplinks in minutes with out be detected. He was also a demolitions expert. He seemed to be a little loose in the head.
Then there was Trisha. She was a mechanic, she was also a pure rogue. A stealth operitive. Also just as skilled with knives as Cloak.
They waited with M1A1's, Cloak however only had a sniper and a back up desert eagle pistol.
"So why do you think they need us going in?" Vi asked,
General, who almost made the rank before being dishonorably discharged shrugged. The man in his late forties leaned forward.
Apperently the marines that were sent in had a working perimeter. A good set of guns and eyes open. Then they just started screaming on the transmissions that someTHING, was attacking them. They found it odd that they used "thing". I'm thinking snipers and trained dogs during a sandstorm. They would have no clue what would be attacking them or even an idea. I heard one guy got out, went batshit crazy or something."
"How do you see through a sand storm, General?" Vi asked skepically,
"Thermal scope." Cloak gave,
"Well I hate Afganistan. What are marines even doing way out here. I thought they were pulling from Afganistan?" Vi asked who was most likely on his laptop searching for the answers right now.
"Some kind of research investigation perhaps. As for reasons... Americas wierd nowadays." the general gave.
"There's the drop zone." Trisha said, nickname, Rogue.
The Russian born women bent her head over letting a crack sound that wasn't even audible due to the plane. Her soft pink lips were full as he put her fairly short hair into a ponytail. Her face was soft, her chin came to a very finely round point. Her crytal clear blue eyes worked beautifully with her bleach blonde hair with streaks of black in it. She wore tight spandex that showed how fine her body really was.
Reasons for stealth.
Her tight apple ass showed, her shapley legs, her low C-cup cleavage. He had an M1A1 with a silencer on her back, a knife on her ankle, a pistol, silenced on her hip. She also had many other tools for bypassing security, it mainly uploading things to Vi so that he could do it. She wrapped a scarf around her face and put on goggles as the back of the airplane opened.
The decent was flawless. They fell with total speed as they pulled handle on their chests. A parachute ejected as it took them down slowly.
Cloak landed first in the town made of sandstone. He immeditly ran to a near by building getting to the top as the others landed.
Trisha disconnected her parachute as Cloak came over the mics.
"In postion, we're clear. Nothing for a lone ways." was all he said, quick and smartly.
"Let's get to the temple." General stated.
They started walking towards it.
The night air cool and crisp and more stars then Trisha had ever seen were floating above.
They entered the temple slowly as Trisha snuck around. She finally stood out when she was convinced there was no one else there.
There was one thing that through them all off.
They knew the marines were dead, but there was equipment everywhere.
"If Taliban did this, if there even here, why did they leave all this equipment from the marines?" she asked utterly confused.
"That is the question isn't it?" general said, "set up, I want to know what the hell happened here. And find whatever artifact they want us to find."
"Wait they didn't tell us?" trisha asked,
"A statue of somesort, supposed to be extremely valuable, and we get a piece of the profit." he stated,
"We got sandstorm coming in." Cloak said calmly,
"Ok, just stick out there. We'll be done in a little bit."
Trisha was in the basement trying to figure out what artifact they were there for even.
Vi spoke up, "I've been looking up these symbols, alot of it looks like ancient dialects of sandskrit. So I looked up valuable artifact for around that era slash lore. It says that there are ancient statues, art mostly about early Islamic and Muslim beliefs. There's alot about the old kings this seperate race that are just like humans called djinn, paintings of men bowing to Alah. Cambels, and gems." Vi said,
Trisha nodded looking around. A glimmir suddenly caught her eye. A massive red gem on the ground. With a sparkle in her eyes she picked the gem up coveting it. It's red luster was so intense. It was three inches big, two inches wide, two inches thick, flawless.
"Hey General? I found something... Big." she stated with a look of awe. The General was suddenly behind her.
She turned around a bit startled.
"I'll take that." he stated with an outstretched hand.
She swallowed hard and put it into his hand.
She then went up stairs. The General lifted a flashlight to the gem in the torch lit room. He rubbed his thumb over it to get dust off the gem. The room suddenly exploded with dust and ash.
Trisha took a step outside needing the fresh air.
"We found it guys." Trisha said over the mics, "A massive opal, a reddish orange one."
"Fire opal, one of the most rare." Vi said with a growing smile.
"I bet it could fetch a million maybe. Maybe more on the right market." Vi said with a large grin, I gotta look now" he stated standing up.
Vi went down the stair as quick as he could. He entered the basement. He pulled a pistol out seeing General on the ground. He looked around as he went to the Generals side. He had to flip the General over to see if her was breathing.
His face was missing completely. There was a large bloody, hole. He jumped back as he tried to reach them over the mics.
They didn't work.
He suddenly felt like he was being watched. He stood straight as he slowly began to turn around. He saw a long black skeletal hand swing at him.
That was all he saw as the walls splattered with blood.
Trisha walked through the town, looking in all the windows all the nooks and cranys.
Cloak gave a heavy yawn. He suddenly popped up feeling something in his gut. He didn't what it was, but it didn't feel right to him.
He turned around to see a dark skeletal face staring at him. It's face seemed wider then a humans, there was no skin. Only jagged pieces of facial structure. The color was a desert brown. His eyes were two glowing orbs inside it's skull. It's teeth massive and jagged.
It pulled it's hand back as Cloak turned and tried to jump away, but was caught in mid jump. The large skeletal hand sweeped over slicing his back spraying blood everywhere.
The creature looked over the edge seeing the man on the ground, unmoving. It sniffed the air ad it turned it's direction.
"Female." it said, it's voice sounding like a series of cracks.
Trisha kept walking. Her assault rifle on her back, her pistol tucked safely on her hip. She didn't feel unsecure at all.
The creature was right behind her. Admiring every little curve she had.
It's hand was an inch away from her tight ass. It's mouth watering over her neck.
She suddenly spun around feeling breathing on her neck.
Nothing was there. She turned but around walking into one of the small houses. She looked around as she went to the back.
She looked at the cutting board on the counter, wood.
The Djinn thought it was time strike.
He forced her to bend over the counter by putting his hand on her back.
She cried out a curse as she struggled.
It's other hand rising up the back of her succulant thigh.
"Rape." it stated singularly, it cracking voice,
Her eyes shot open in fear hearing the unknown voice.
She lifted her leg and pulled her knife and cut the creatures wrist. She twist her knife in it to gain the advantage and spin around on the creature. Her eyes popped with horror. She saw a monster. It had no legs, only a circle of desert sand. It's face a horrific vision. It's hands black and bloody, his chest was filled with staring black eyes that blinked at her.
Trisha slowly slid down, she sat in front of the creature in total fear stating up. The Djinn suddenly grabbed her and spun her around on the counter. It's hands ripping into her spandex pants and tearing them from her body with ease as she cried out in fear. She didn't where any panties. She was also clean shaven for comfort. Her pussy lips were pristine. Soft, succulant, suckable. The Djinn let out a long slippery and slimey smooth black tongue.
Trisha gasped as it touched her pussy lips. It's hands ventured up her body then tore off her spandex shirt. Letting loose her lucious round tits. The nipples were pink and soft looking, even. The hands grabbed a hold of them with a powerful grip. She gave out a noise that was somewhere between and moan and a cry.
She had to admit it to herself. The tongue felt good. But she couldn't give in. It's hands knew exactly what they were doing, as if it knew where every nerve ending was and rubbed those exact spots. She gave out a contorted moan now as her pussy began to get wet. She suddenly felt something rub her clit, then her asshole. She looked back. Hands came out from it's rib cage. Tiny black arms and hands were feeling her ass, and one or two were gently rubbing her dirty little hole. Another hand rubbed her clit almost harshly.
Trisha then gave out a full out moan. The arms were extremely long and they bent in anyway like rubber.
The djinn had started to suck on her pussy, tasting her flowing juices while squeezing her ass with both hands. She moaned loudly. Especially when one of the djinns hands came up and slapped down on her tone ass.
It stood up. She felt something hard against her soft, moist, lips. Then it went inside of her. It was as hard as a metal dildo, but still with warmth, and the feeling of flesh. She felt the djinn handle her body. The tiny hands all over her, the djinns hand on her waist as it slammed her back and forth.
Trisha moaned loudly as she lifted her body. She moved it's hands up to her tits. The djinn squeezed her tits harshly while ramming her soft pussy. She cried out an orgasm.
It bit her neck roughly. Then it drew out it's tongue licking her ear. She loved it. She turned her head over and stuck out her tongue. Both tongues met rolling around each other. She then began to suck on it's tongue as it's rock hard dick pounded her pussy.
It slowly drew from her pussy, it's dick dripping from her.
It placed it over her asshole. Her eyes went a little bit wide unsure. But went those tiny hands started working her pussy suddenly, she fell back into her lustful state. It pressed it's dick on her asshole, it slowly worked it's way into soft warm asshole. Trisha shut her eyes tight feeling her virgin ass stretch.
It grabbed her waist as it pulled her into itself. It slid back and punded into her ass.
It started going faster, pounding her harder and harder. The hands working her clit and the insides of her thighs and her tits. Her hands climbed all over the monster. She cried out an orgasm moaning so hard. One hand squeezed her firm ass cheek. Then slapped it. It started going faster.
Trisha knew what that meant. She pulled forward and then shrunk down. The djinn seemed angry at first then understood.
She stuck the large ash black dick, with many, many bumps, into her mouth. She sucked on the long ten inch penis. She stuck it down her throat while rubbin her clit. She felt it erupt in her mouth. She quickly took it out as the desert colored semen sprayed all over her lips. The djinn looked down upon her as she licked the jizz off her mouth with a tickled smile and giggle.
"You may have one wish mortal." it stated,
She stood up suddenly serious, "I wish to live, that tomarrow I will wake up to see another day with that massive fire opal they found and that the government never even knew about it."
The djinn smiled, she didn't know that's where he came from. She would accidently summon him.
"By the way, next time I'm going to summon you. And I want you fuck me so hard I can't think straight. Not easy like this time a round." the djinn looked impressed.
Headlights suddenly shined as a humvee drove over and crashed into the djinn. The door opened. She looked inside to see Cloak, wounded.
"Get in!" he yelled.
They started driving down the road full speed.
"The marines came here in this, I hotwired it." he explained,
They drove all night only slowing down when they saw daylight.
"Hey there's a hitchhiker a head. Do you want to give him a ride?" Trisha asked,
"After last night... No." Cloak stated as they drove past him. She suddenly remembered, she forgot the stone.
She then felt something in her pocket. Her reached in and pulled the fire opal. She grinned.
"They didn't stop either, how rude." the tall thin man with a large wry grin said. His teeth pointed and his gums looking a raw red. He wore a suit, and a top hat that covered the top portion of his face. He always ended his sentances the same, by slamming his teeth together to make a very loud *click*.
He heard another car driving up.
He extended his thumb. It had a long sharp fingernail and bloody red at the base.
The car slowed down. It was a Arab family. The husband, his wife, and their lovely daughter in back. Both women wore veils but he didn't see things through his eyes. He had none. He could see them another way. The wife was not a bad looking woman the daughter however was a treasure.
"Are you ok? Do you a lift?" he asked in a broken English,
"Thank you kind sir. That is very generous of you." *click* he responded with fluent Arabic, pronoucing every sylable. He got into the car. They drove off.
Trisha looked in the rear view mirror and saw a single car behind them. She then looked forward and didn't notice the car veer off course and into the desert suddenly and dramaticly.
Both husband and wife were dead.
The daughter however was alive. The Grinning man was obviously alive. The daughter screamed as loud as she could while running. The grinning man simply walked toward her. She could run all day. It was alright. He was patient. The things he would do to the teenager was an insidious deed for another time.
"Come here little lass, I'm only going to hurt you a little, you might even enjoy it."
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