Try to seduce the guards
From Create Your Own Story
You casually stand up and stretch, wiggling your petite but muscular ass at the guards. They perk up with immediate interest. You then unbutton your blouse, exposing your small, firm, tanned brown breasts.
"What are you doing?" asks one guard. He's trying to sound tough and suspicious, but he has a clearly visible erection in his pants, as does his comrade.
You begin to fake-cry. "I'm so scared!" you sob. "I never meant to get into a war zone like this. I just want to go home! Please don't let them kill me. I'll do anything you want! Anything!"
The men look at each other and begin speaking in Arabic. "Why should the boss get to have all the fun?" says the first guard. "No one else is here. Let's fuck her right now."
"We're not really going to let her escape, are we?" the second guard says. "That would be treason."
"Of course not. We'll just tell the infidel bitch what she wants to hear, fuck the little slut, then let the boss torture and kill her anyway."
You try not to roll your eyes. Did these idiots even consider the possibility that you speak Arabic? As they continue calling you the Arabic words for slut and whore, thinking you don't understand, you feel the rage grow inside of you. You're going to enjoy killing these fuckers.
"Okay," says the first guard in his accented English. "We'll help you. After you help us. I'm going to fuck your tight pussy with my big cock while he fucks you up the ass." You feel the rage grow hotter.
"If that's what it takes," you sob. "I'm so desperate! I'm just not tough enough for a man's world!" You are giving them exactly what they want to hear and they're buying it hook, line, and sinker. The men laugh at your words and unzip their pants.
You take off your boots and pants, and finish removing your blouse. Finally, you slip out of your lacy, feminine panties, now nude except for your black leather gloves. The men are standing there with raging erections. They place their assault rifles against the wall and fist-bump each other. You sigh in relief. They could have raped you one at a time while the other covered you with his rifle. You thank God for blessing you with really stupid enemies.
"Lie down on your side, cunt," the first guard orders.
You pretend to nod submissively and start lowering your body, then suddenly sweep out with your long, slender leg, tripping both men. They hit their heads hard on the cold concrete floor. The first guard stirs and groans. You kick him in the head, knocking him out. Even barefoot, your kicks are extremely powerful. Turning on the second man, you wrap your slim, tanned, well-muscled thighs around his neck as he dizzily opens his eyes.
"You wanted to get between my legs," you whisper. "You're getting your wish." With that, you turn on the full squeezing power, sneering at him with vengeful hatred as he pleads for mercy with his eyes, unable to speak. You laugh at him, taunting him as you crush the life out of him. You keep an eye on the other guard as you strangle your helpless victim to death. When he's expired, you release him from the leggy death trap and approach your next victim. You raise your left leg high over your head in a full 180 degree standing split, then bring your foot down onto his head with tremendous force. His skull doesn't stand a chance and splits open like an egg dropped out of a third-story window. You spit down on both corpses. "Rapist scum. Fucking medieval jihadi filth." Your heart rate slowly returns to normal as you release the rest of your rage.
Turning your attention back to the matter of escape, you put your clothes back on, then gather up an AK-47 and several spare magazines. You silently walk out of the unlocked cell and up the stairs.
You peek out one of the front windows. The Jeep, with a heavy machine gun mounted on it, is still parked there. To your dismay, the soldiers in the Jeep have now been joined by several others. There are too many to take on. You step into the little room you were in not too long ago. It seems like a lifetime. It's empty now. The corpses have been removed, but you can still see the bloodstains on the floor from the men you killed. You smile.
You peek out the side window. No one in sight. The soldiers won't be able to see you. You climb out and
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AK-47, data drive, cyanide capsule |
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