Beach Attack

It was a sunny and sweltering day at a beachside estate in Southeast Asia. The beach was empty for several hundred feet in any direction except for one man walking casually along it. He was large, with a massive bodybuilder physique. He had dark hair but pale skin and was likely of mixed race. He strutted along and surveyed the water as he did so. His body was so overbuilt, every step looked like he was trying to crush something on the ground.

As he passed by, a woman in a short, bright pink wetsuit emerged from the water. She had on a snorkeling mask and fins and pulled them off. As she fought the water to walk up to the beach the man stopped and glared at her.

“Well, well. Look what I found!” The woman teased as she approached. She was thin and lithe with her brown hair tied up in an untidy wet bun. She approached the man with a seductive strut.

“This is a private beach. You can’t be here.” He replied to her as she approached.

“Oh? I’m sorry. How did that happen?” She chuckled but continued to approach him.

“I don’t care how it happened. You need to go.” He was stern and cold.

“Do I? Are you the owner?” She got close enough to reach for the large bulge in his speedo.

“No. Now go back how you came.” He took half a step back and she couldn’t reach him in time.

“I can’t go back in the water and swim. Which way out of here? I’ll walk.” She tried to touch him again but he didn’t allow her to.

“That way I guess. Come on, I can’t let you walk here alone.” He motioned for her to follow and she did so.

“I can’t at least tempt you a little?” She got close to him without making a sound and startled him by grabbing his ass cheek.

“No, now…” He tried to turn on her but she was fast.

The woman swung one leg around his thigh and the opposite arm around his waist. She knew exactly what to do and how to do it. The large man was clumsy and unprepared for her. She grabbed him hard by the testicles and squeezed. She could tell just by his size that he had been injected with the drugs in his testicles.

“Let go of me.” He tried to fight but it was too late.

His cock grew firm and then exploded with a blast of cum in a matter of seconds. The woman continued to hold him even though he was clearly capable of little resistance in that moment.

“I know what you are and who made you. And I know you can’t survive this.” She continued to squeeze and he staggered forward trying to free himself.

She knew she had likely killed him, and he was probably incapable of resisting, but she was being paid to be thorough and wasn’t going to take a chance. She pulled a serrated knife from a sheath in the back of her wetsuit and ran it through his side. He screamed and dropped to his knees. His cock still hard and dripping with cum.

“Don’t feel bad. You never had a chance anyway.” She pulled the knife out and blood gushed from the wound.

The man gasped and attempted to shout for help but could not. As he expired, the intense conditioning and chemical stimulation he had been given to make him so large and formidable also programmed his body just as desired. His entire remaining life energy went toward another massive ejaculation and as he slumped forward dead, he splattered white cum all over the sand in front of him.

“How did you men get to rule the world?” The woman stepped over him and watched the water as she approached an overgrown group of trees and vegetation.

Inside the trees she squatted down and fished through the palm underbrush. She knew the male guards on the beach kept their weapons hidden in the brush to avoid any onlookers getting suspicious. She found a handgun and an assault rifle wrapped in a loose piece of plastic.

“Hot pink. Really?” A female voice came from behind her.

“What the fuck?” The agent in pink wheeled around with the pistol but saw the end of a rifle near her nose.

“Seriously. What a stupid but fucking badass choice to wear.

Another woman in an army green swimsuit stared at her down the barrel. She was also lithe and fit just like the pink agent but she was also better equipped, having a bandolier with some tools on it.

“Why are you here?” The pink agent asked.

“The bosses decided to send two I guess. They didn’t tell me you were coming.” She lowered the rifle.

“I had to look the part of a lost beachgoer or the guy would’ve known something was up. And men always fall for girly colors. You?”

“Well fuck, I had to hide out here in the trees all night. Almost got caught but some drunks pulled a boat up the beach and my guy went after them instead.”

“Nice. Glad to have you. This’ll be easy. I think they’re coming now.” The pink agent looked out at the waterfront in the distance.

“Easier. There’s another guard walking this way from the other side.” The green agent replied and set her rifle up on a bipod and proned out.

“So what, they’re just lookouts. We can take care of him and be gone fast.”

“Not this one, he’s coming to get the shipment. He’ll be armed. Tell you what, I can kill those two on the boat pretty fast. When I start shooting, drop the guard. Got it?” The green agent asked.

“Yea, here it comes now.”

The pink agent watched as not one but two guards approached. These ones were wearing wetsuits with hoods that covered their faces. They were of the same giant size and build as the man she had just killed. She could tell these would be far more dangerous. She drew up the rifle and checked it for ammunition and sited in on them as they approached.

An inflatable boat approached the shore with two men driving it. They were both in wetsuits but clearly nowhere near the physical size of the others. The boat meandered in the water as its two occupants were indecisive about their landing point. The pink agent watched with nervousness as the two armed men continued to approach.

The boat accelerated toward the shore and the occupants jumped out. One carried an assault rifle in his free hand and the other had a pistol. With their other hands they dashed onto the beach hauling the boat by ropes on the side. The two guards turned to move toward them and the men waved to each other.

“Shoot the one with the rifle first. And don’t pop the boat.” Agent pink whispered.

“Thanks…” The other agent barely acknowledged her.

The green agent opened fire and shot the man with the assault rifle. Without watching to see if he was out of action she opened fire on the other man but after two shots her rifle jammed.

“Shit! Fuck!” She worked to clear the jam but the man started to fire indiscriminately with his pistol.

The two women were in luck as the guards and the man with the pistol opened fire on each for a moment before realization of what was really happening hit them. The realization came in the form of two expertly placed rifle bullets through the center of one of the guards backs which dropped him instantly. The pink agent fired on the other guard but he was well trained and moved to dodge her shots. He fired back blindly and cried out when a bullet hit him in the thigh and he stumbled.

The green agent had cleared her gun but noticed neither of her opponents was firing back and decided to turn on the other guard. He had staggered far enough he was outside the pink agents field of vision but was gushing blood from his wound. He fired desperately but nothing was even close to the women. The pink agent, unhappy with her poor marksmanship, exited the vegetation and got a solid site picture of him. He tried to take a knee and raise his rifle but with a loud bang, the pink agent killed her third man that morning.

The green agent approached the boat with her rifle raised. The petite woman looked strange with the large weapon but she was clearly cautious and competent. The pink agent covered her from behind as she approached. She could tell the gun fight had alerted much attention at the building far back on the beach as well as the nearby resorts and vacationers.

The man from the boat who had the rifle was slumped against the side of the boat. He had two large holes in his wetsuit by his chest and did not move or breathe. The man on the other side was an interesting looking younger man with a pronounced Mohawk and expensive sunglasses. He still held his empty gun in his hand but was on his knees holding his side.

“Drop it.” The green agent ordered.

The man had blood gushing from his side and was pale. He did not drop the gun as ordered but looked at the agents with a terrified helpless expression. It appeared he tried to speak but could not.

“What the fuck is this? They’re sending trust fund brats to make deliveries now?” The pink agent asked.

“Nah, this was always the best way. Third party contractors. No idea what they’re doing. Just kill him and let’s get the fuck out of here before we’re fighting an army.” The green agent started pushing the boat.

The man attempted to retreat but could only fall backward into the surf. The pink agent pulled out the pistol she stole and took her fourth man that morning. She helped push the boat in the water. She was amazed they had not taken any fire from the approaching men.

“Why aren’t they shooting?” The pink agent asked as she started the motor.

“They don’t need the attention. And they don’t know what’s going on yet.”

The green agent raised her rifle and started to shoot at the men. Despite the extreme range she saw one large form drop to the sand. A moment later, gunfire erupted.

“That was fucking genius. What the fuck?” The pink agent ducked as she pushed the motor to its limit.

“They won’t hit us. Besides aren’t we supposed to be provoking them anyway?”

“Yea, true. Hope the others have that boat under control.”

“They must, especially if the guys on board are like those two prissy punks.”