by Aria Ford
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“You found what you were looking for, didn’t you Mark?” Mags asked.
She sat naked with no jewels or piercings of any kind. She was unfazed by Mark’s agitation.
“Then what’s going on with me? Why do I feel the way I feel.” He was angry. He knew what would happen if he became angry.
“Did you really think I could undo that? You saw your life, didn’t you? You saw that you were going to find peace. You still will ,but I’m going to need a favor.” Mags crossed her legs.
He couldn’t help but notice how magnificent she looked.
“You said that you weren’t going to charge me,” Mark said taking a couple steps forwards.
“It really won’t cost you anything. You’ll see what I mean in about ten seconds. Turn around and watch the door.”
When he turned around the door behind him opened. Three men walked in with semi-automatic weapons already pointed. Then a bald man who wasn't carrying anything in his hands walked in. He wore a silver colored suit with a white tie. He was a man in his forties that had the walk of a fighter.
"What the fuck is this shit," he said in a Russian accent. The three men had stopped while the bald man kept walking toward Mags. "I pay good man money for my men to fuck these whores, and they end up getting killed. What the fuck is this shit, huh?" He walked past Mark and stopped a couple of paces away from Mags.
"This is a business, Vitaly," Mags said with control. "If my girls get hurt, then they look like shit. If they look like shit, then nobody wants to fuck them. If nobody wants to fuck them, then no one will want to spend money.”
Her eyes were set into Vitaly's as if she were a statue.
"My men like to do the rough shit, so what?" Vitaly shrugged. "I want to be compensated, right fucking now." He pointed his finger down.
It seemed as if he wanted money at that spot.
Mags looked past Vitaly and then at Mark. "Take care of it," she said.
"I don't want to, that is not me," Mark said.
"Of course it is," Mags replied. "More like it's a part of you, and if you accept that, then you'll find peace."
"Hey, don't ignore me bitch," Vitaly said. "I want my money now."
"Take care of it," Mags said as if Vitaly and the three gunmen weren't there. "Her name is Sienna by the way."
"What?"
"That woman, she's here. As well as Marcel and your driver. I had one of my girls call him."
She was Mags, after all.
How the woman would know about such things is a small surprise, but what he couldn’t understand was how Sienna got here. He didn’t want anything to happen to her — he couldn’t.
“Gary would take a bullet for Mark any day. As for Marcel, well fuck him.” He evaluated the situation. “For Mags….”
He didn’t want the only person that he knew deeply well to end up dead. Mark took off his black leather jacket, then his black t-shirt, and then started to undo the buckles on his belt.
“You plan to fuck me to death? What the fuck is this shit?” Vitaly asked.
The three gunmen stood still. There was a phone ringing that was coming from the pocket of Vitaly’s coat.
“What is it? What? What the fuck do yo— Hey!”
Vitaly looked down at his phone as if he didn’t know what it was. The three gunmen dialed into their own phones.
“Something about an animal tearing my men apart,” Vitaly said to Mags, and then turned his head back tp Mark who was pulling off his pant legs.
Mags stood silent.
“I think I want to see this thing. You have special kind of dog?” Vitaly asked.
Mark pulled down his trousers, which were the last thing he had on. He looked at the four Russians as if giving them a final goodbye.
“Shoot this faggot,” commanded Vitaly, and all three squeezed the trigger of their automatic weapons.
To him, it felt like he was having convulsions and hundreds of fingers were poking at him violently. He stood there naked, wearing nothing but bullet holes that were spewing blood. The gunfire had stopped but Mark stood there, turning as he scanned all three of them with his eyes. He felt himself fall back to the floor. He closed his eyes, somehow hoping that it would be the last time.
“Let’s take the bitch with us and drop her from the rooftop,” he heard Vitaly say.
Mark heard Mags grunted. She said no words as she was captive.
“Maybe not,” Mark thought, and he laid on the floor waiting for his body to transform.
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“Holy fuck! What the fuck was that?” Sienna heard a Russian voice say.
There were automatic gunshots when the elevator door opened. Bodies were sprawled everywhere, with faces horrified at their final moments of death
“Marcel!” Sienna called out.
There was no answer. She heard some doors open and more gunshots. There was a roar that Sienna was certain belonged to Marcel. The small pistol she had picked up was already in her hand. She made a turn on the corner, and a pair of double doors had opened.
She saw a bald man in a silver suit with a naked woman with tan skin in his arms, and out came two more men. One of them fired into the room and then shut the door. Blood coated his white shirt.
“Your man is dead,” said the naked woman. “And you’re next.”
“Shut your cunt mouth woman,” the bald man said.
Sienna was frozen when he turned around and saw her. Her gun was in her hand.
“Let her go,” said the man that Sienna guessed to be Vitaly. “She’ll be good for distraction.”
The woman walked in front with one arm i held behind her back by Vitaly. The two gunman followed him while they kept their guns ready. When they were out of sight, Sienna turned the handle of the door and creaked it open enough to stick her head through.
She expected a horror scene when she looked. There were bullet holes around the room and a chair that was on its side.
"Are you all right?" a voice asked.
She whipped her head around. It was Mark who wore a black leather jacket and black jeans that seemed that were bought straight from a GQ magazine. His boots were a brown color that somehow complimented his black clothing.
He laughed when she turned around." Were you planning to scare me to death with that?"
She noticed that she was pointing her gun at him. The safety was still on.
"Where's my brother, and Gary?
"I don't know. I thought he would be here. Gary stayed below."
Both doors opened abruptly. Marcel looked slick and made Sienna wondered how he’d made such a mess in the hallways without getting a single drop of blood on him. He was grinning when he saw both of them.
"Oh brother, it's good to see you. Looks like you found a shower, huh." His steps were getting slower as he drew closer.
"Since when have you downgraded your wardrobe?" Mark's eyes were narrowed and were suspicious.
"Oh you know, since having to kill a bunch of trigger happy men on the fly because somebody roped me into their bullshit".
"I'm sure it was quite a mess." He turned to Sienna and eyed her up and down in the same suspicious manner. "Mags told all her girls to home. You seem... replenished for someone who did a lot of killing...."
"Mark," Marcel sighed, "If you're insinuating that I fucked your dream girl then yeah I did. It’s not like I really had to but….”
In a flash, Mark had turned into a hulking raging werewolf. It snapped at Sienna, and then darted towards Marcel who’d stayed in his human form. He stuck his hand out and dug it into the raging beast’s neck and threw him over his shoulder. The beast thrashed at his hand at Marcel while he had his foot on its neck.
“See what you caused?” Marcel said when looking up at Sienna. “If we hadn’t done the deed, then my ass would’ve been shredded to pieces.” He was straining to keep Mark under control, his muscles near failure.
“I-I’m sorry,” she stammered.
She thought abou
t offering to leave, maybe asking Gary to take her away from the danger that she’d caused.
“It’s quite alright actually. He’s always getting into hissy fits like this actually. Though he rarely morphs.” He was straining while struggling to keep Mark under control, but the wolf Mark kept thrashing. It even tore at Marcel’s pant leg. “Mother fucker,” he groaned. “Say something,” Marcel shouted.
“Mark!” Sienna shouted at the beast, hoping that his human form would take charge. The wolf stopped and locked eyes with her for a brief moment while its neck was pinned under Marcel’s foot. Then it resumed thrashing, almost getting free from Marcel’s grip.
The doors burst open and four gunmen that Sienna’s hadn’t seen before opened fire, spraying everywhere in Mag’s room. Sienna ducked down while Marcel leaped out of the way. Mark, in his wolf form, made a giant leap towards the four gunmen. They screamed in agony while the brown wolf tore the men to pieces.
Marcel brushed himself off when he stood up. The beast was still at the doorway, turning itself to face his brother; it snarled at Marcel.
“Well brother, now’s the perfect time to get Mags isn’t it.” Marcel was back to his cool state. “Well go get her. She’s at the rooftop.”
The beast gave Sienna a ferocious snarl, and then it sprinted away. It didn’t take Sienna as long for her to compose herself as it did the last time. She also noted the differences on how the brothers transformed.
“You don’t seem as dangerous when you’re in wolf form. You seem more in… in control,” Sienna observed.
“I can transform back and forth,” Marcel replied, “Not my brother Markie though. He has to be ‘feeling it’ or some shit like that. Once he’s a wolf, he’s always a wolf until he tires out or he gets his ass beaten enough.”
“Can’t you just teach him?”
“I would, but he’s too damn emotional. He’s done all of these so called spiritual journeys. I think it just fucked him up even more. Dad taught me. If it wasn’t for dad teaching me about life at a very young age, I’d be a wreck just like Mark.”
“I think that Mags girl could help him,” Sienna said, remembering how the naked woman warned Vitaly and his men of their doom.
“I think so too,” he replied. “Let’s go help him out.”
Sienna didn’t say anything, only followed him out the door.
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The elevator’s doors were ripped off. As the elevator went up, Sienna saw every single floor. She noted how the higher she went, the more abandoned the hallways looked. It was kind of depressing for her to watch.
“Courtesy of my brother,” Marcel said.
Cold air filled up the elevator as it finally made its stop. They could already hear the helicopter and gunfire.
“You might want to stay here,” Marcel said, turning around to face Sienna. The elevators made the sound of doors opening when there wasn’t any.
“Get your brother under control,” a voice commanded. It was Vitaly stepping into view with his gun aimed at Sienna.
“Back in Russia, we have a saying, ‘Don’t be a pussy.’ It’s the reason I stayed, even though I could get my ass ripped apart.”
“You have some balls, Vitaly,” Marcel said, twisting his neck and back. “Besides, it wouldn’t have made a difference. My brother would’ve fucked your helicopter up.”
“Does he think that I had already thrown off Mags? I still have her in my chopper.” Vitaly said, still pointing the gun at her.
“My brother doesn’t think, even when he’s himself. And another thing, why don’t you shoot this bitch. I don’t give a shit, my brother does.”
Sienna gasped, she looked at Marcel in disbelief. Marcel returned a look that said, “What? You didn’t think you meant shit to me, did you”
“You fucking asshole.” Vitaly laughed.
Sienna remembered Gary’s instructions. She thumbed the hammer on the pistol that was in her purse and squeezed the trigger. A loud gunshot popped from her purse. Vitaly gasped and squeezed the trigger on his own gun. The bullet appeared to hit Marcel. Sienna squeezed the trigger, pumping bullets into Vitaly until her gun was clicking. Vitaly dropped his gun and held his gut. Blood was spurting out of him. He fell forward dead.
Sienna glared at Marcel. “You fucking asshole!”
“I was saying the truth, wasn’t I?” Marcel asked. “You’re alive, aren’t you? Let’s go check on Mark, I haven’t heard any gunfire lately.”
He stepped over Vitaly’s dead body.
Sienna was exasperated, but she followed anyway. She wanted to know what had become of Mark. The helicopter began to lift itself off the ground. Marcel was no longer in front of her, but when she looked at the helicopter that was already hovering, she saw a gray figure and a brown figure flash upward at the helicopter. The brown beast punched at the windshield and ripped the glass apart. Mark, in beast form, ripped the door open and entered. There was gunfire as the helicopter spun out of control. The gray beast was in partial humanoid form, it had Mags over its shoulder, and it leaped out of the helicopter as it spiraled toward an inevitable crash. When the wolfman landed on his feet, it had turned back into Marcel. He went to Sienna and set the naked Mags down.
“Quite the adventure isn’t it,” Mags said, turning towards Sienna.
“It’s interesting,” Sienna said.
“I’ll show you something even more interesting after the fireworks, I promise,” Mags said with sly smile.
“Billionaires that turned into wolves and killed a bunch of Russian men, what could possibly be more interesting than that?” Sienna asked, a sardonic tone in her voice.
“You’ll see,” Mag’s said.
The helicopter crashed and exploded. It was deafening and burned into a bright fire. Out of the fire and ball of flame leaped Mark. He stumbled toward the three of them. The fire burned off all his hair turning him into a hairless wolfman. It slowly turned back into Markie.
Sienna realized that she was the only one who was still clothed.
“Self-conscious as well?” Mags said with a grin.
“You’re some kind of mind reader.”
“Yes and much more. I’ll show you,” Mags said, placing a hand on Sienna’s head.
Her vision suddenly changed, and all light before her eyes fell into a swirling pattern. Her eyes were filled with a vision; it was Rhonda in a white wedding dress, that heartless skinny bitch. Her groom to be was standing next to her, looking at her lovingly while Rhonda was doing the same. They were overtaken by a shadow, and the shadow turned into a tsunami that washed away the wedding and all its guests.
“I told you that I was going to show you something interesting.” Mags voice sounded like she was speaking from a mountain.
Sienna couldn’t help but laugh. “Yes, this is interesting, very interesting.” She felt giddy.
Then she returned back to earth with the two naked brothers and Mags.
“What did you show her, Mags?” Marcel asked while keeping an eye on his brother, who sat down on the floor of the rooftop with a brooding face.
“What she needed to see. And there’s something that all three of you have to do to ensure you have a great future,” Mags said. Her brown skin had a shine that could be seen in the night time.
“Us three?” Sienna said, raising an eyebrow.
“Yes, you will find true happiness once you become with child. A child that comes from one of these brothers.”
Mark raised his head. He laid back on the floor and sighed. “If that’s what has to be done, then that’s what has to be done.”
Sienna was silent. She looked at both of their cocks. Marks balls rested on the pavement, taking up a massive space. Marcel’s dick slapped against his thigh as he made his way to towards Mags. Sienna was game.
“Do we have to do it here, though? Right here on the rooftop is not what I had in mind,” Marcel complained.
Sienna saw groovy wavy lines everywhere, and then she was in a bedroom that belonged to a mo
vie star. The dresser was made out of Mahogany wood. The bed was made out of the same kind of material. It had a comforter made out of sateen. She looked around and saw that it was just the three of them; their dicks were starting to extend.
“Don’t make me rip those clothes off again,” Marcel said.
Sienna quickly took off her clothes and immediately got down on her knees in front of Mark. Looking up at it made her quiver inside. She wrapped her hand around his cock and started pumping it furiously. Mark put his hands on her head and forced his huge cock into her mouth. Juices from her pussy trickled out from her. The feeling that she was able to take in his monstrous penis made her swell with emotion.
Mark laid on the floor on his back. The carpet was plush and easy on her knees and it made it easier for her to suck his dick. She took it out for a moment to admire the tip of his dick. She placed the tip of her tongue on the bottom of his balls, and then ran her tongue across his sack. When she reached the bottom of his scrotum, she reversed direction until she reached the tip again. He groaned as if it was the most pleasurable thing in the world.
When she put her hips up in the air she felt a strong pair of hands wrap themselves her waist. She stopped sucking for a moment to turn around to see Marcel. She turned around, back onto his brother’s cock, and sucked on it some more.
Marcel’s dick penetrated into her folds, forcing her to make a muffled moan with Mark’s dick in her mouth. Marcel slammed himself into her each time he thrusted. Sienna moaned again and had to take her mouth off of Mark’s member so she could scream as he thrusted himself into her repeatedly.
His hands tightened around her waist. He pumped himself harder into her while he let out a masculine groan of pleasure. As Sienna was panting, Mark filled her mouth again with his cock unexpectedly. She gagged but forced it down her throat anyways. From behind, Marcel forced her head all the way down on Mark’s cock until her bottom lip touched his balls. Marcel guided her back up by tugging her hair lightly.
