Came into my office and stated, "Sir, I think you need to come and see this."I complained, "God, can things get any worse in Russia?"He responded, "Si...r this isn't about Russia."I walked into the control room and all the fucking screens said the same damn fucking thing my computer did, "MESS WITH THE BEST!!! DIE LIKE THE REST PERVERT!!!!"Shit that damn virus followed all the network connections and we were dead in the water at a time when we needed intel the most...The phone rang in my office. I. The duty officer usually could make the decision. I had no idea how many things the duty office had on his plate, and I didn't give a shit.All that said, I sent a request via data line for an animal capture dart gun and drugs. More drugs than I would need for this one mission. Since I was going to be creating the theater of the dead more than just once, it seemed logical that I would need to control the actors. Also do it without leaving large amounts of trace evidence. The drug I hoped for. One of them stood over her and emptied his bladder over her. Janice could feel his urine spraying on to her pussy and then her stomach and breasts. The boys left her laid on the floor.Janice picked herself off the floor and walked back out to the road. She hoped her body would take home, she groaned inwardly when she turned left again. She could feel cum running down the inside of her leg and face was wet with it.A new horror at the bottom of her street she turned right, it was only a few steps. I quickly got up on my knees and grabbed his cock again. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out. "Wider Megan! Open your pretty mouth wider for you father!" I did what he said, "Yeah that's it Megan. Now stick that tongue out further so I can cum all over it. Here I cum Megan...get ready for you fathers cum!" With one more stroke on his prick my fathers' prick erupted with a surge of hot, sticky white cum. It jetted right into my mouth and I could feel it splattered on the back of my throat..