Assassin Affairs

by R. S. Smith

  “No.”

  “A submissive is a volunteer, like Kacey and I are with one another. A slave gives up all her rights.”

  “Like when I was your slave that night and I had no right to use a condom?”

  “Exactly.” The two didn't elaborate further, but rather sat playing with the baby, waiting for their friend to say something.

  “I guess neither of you is interested in having another submissive living with you.”

  “That's right, Briana,” both responded. “We already have that.”

  “Well, then I want to be your slave again. I got a real rush from signing that sex IOU for you, and I found that having to do whatever either of you told me to do was a real turn-on for me. Can I stay here if I'm your slave?”

  “If it's abuse and humiliation you're looking for, you've come to the right girls.”

  “I just want you to like me.”

  “It would have to be the same deal as before. You do whatever either of us tells you to do, you could never say no. We have stressful jobs and keep odd hours. We’d each expect sexual relief when we return home, perhaps just a simple foot-massage. You would have to be available to us twenty-four seven, just available not working, we realize the baby will also be time consuming. We'll restrict what you eat to make sure you don't gain any weight. Always say thank you when you finish servicing one of us. We saved your toothbrush for you.”

  She smiled at that piece of news.

  “Use the money you have left to buy a whip,” Julie requested.

  “And bring back a frisbee, too,” ordered Kacey. “We have a new game in mind.”

  “If you want me to sign something again, I will,” offered Briana.

  “Sure, why not. Put it all in writing and sign it and embellish again. I liked when you did that last time,” said Kacey.

  Renée was discussing the situation regarding Pepper and the upcoming Presidential assassination with Jessie, Laura and Ashley. “As I told Pepper back in Thailand, although I'm a mob hit-woman, and now a black-ops assassin, I'm still a loyal American who supports the Constitution. Pepper's Ruling Council is nothing more than a group of criminal elites.”

  “I agree,” said Laura. “We're all on the same page here, Renée. Maybe it's time we take her out. We've all got a lot of money set aside now.”

  “What about all her threats?” asked Jessie. “She has all those arrest warrants waiting to be sent out on each of us in case she disappears or dies. Even if that were to go well, there's still the Ruling Council to deal with.”

  “My dad has helped me get some Intel on the council. They're pretty well camouflaged in society, but I've already found one of them. We can all go underground, but they are all established with roots. That gives us an advantage.”

  “Don't forget about the Secret Service,” added Ashley. “Now that Pepper is Vice President, she has them protecting her.”

  “Let's go discuss it with Julie and Kacey. I don't want this conversation to be on the phone, and I'm overdue for a visit to the their little love-nest apartment. If we're going to make a move like this, it should be unanimous.”

  A short time later, the foursome appeared at the apartment door. Both Julie and Kacey were intimidated by the older Renée, and both were eager to win her favor. They promptly invited them in.

  “Which one of you is the dom?” asked Renée. “I keep forgetting.”

  “We switch back and forth,” said Julie.

  “Who is this little gem?” she asked, eying Briana.

  “This is our sex slave Briana. As per your established tradition, we denied her use of protection her first time, and we were blessed with little Juliette here.”

  “I love it!” exclaimed Renée. “Another new life that exists because of us. Deliciously sweet.” Renée liked what she saw. Briana had her type of body and was roughly twenty years younger, just what she desired.

  Briana recognized her from the Thailand photo.

  “Take your kid out for some air, Briana. Be back in an hour. We need some privacy,” said the controlling Renée.

  “Kacey, what's the latest with you and your sisters?”

  “They're both growing tired of Pepper. Kristie has been complaining about her orders to kill the President. The last time that the three of us spent the night with Pepper, we drugged her drink and spent the night searching her penthouse. We found a wall-safe that might hold that documentation she has against each of us. Julie and I have hacked into her office computer and found several incriminating items there, too.”

  “I'm thinking it's time we make our move against Pepper and am wondering if Kristie would go along with it. Is their relationship as tight as it appears?”

  “Oh no. Kristie is so tired of being used. She's afraid of her though. If Karlee would give her the okay, she'd kill her in a heartbeat. Karlee will be an easy sell, because she blames Pepper for getting me raped and tortured by those militia guys. At the Colorado tasting, Pepper threatened to snap Kristie's neck if she didn't give her an orgasm.”

  “That explains why she suddenly got so into it after having resisted so much. Okay, this sounds like a done deal. You go convince Karlee. When it's time for Kristie to take the shot, simply have her shoot Pepper instead of Durham. She never did opt to move into the Vice-Presidential Estate and still resides in that pricey condo. When the time comes, we'll repel down to her penthouse from the roof, plant some C-4 on her wall-safe, and blow the smithereens out of her exterior wall.” Renée paused for a moment, wondering about Kristie's skills. “Can she really do it from a mile away?”

  “She's done it before. She says it depends on the variables, wind, etc. What about that mysterious committee? They'll be after us for sure.”

  “I'm working on that. I've found one of them. We eight can scatter like a bunch of cockroaches, those guys don't have that luxury. If this goes well, we'll target them next.”

  “Cockroaches? Did you have to compare us to cockroaches?” asked Kacey.

  “A poor choice of words, but you know what I mean. You're looking especially sexy today, Kacey. The only times we've been together were at those tasting parties. It seems we have some time now,” said Renée.

  “Julie and I have promised one another fidelity in our relationship, except for our fun times with Briana of course.”

  Julie served the group cocktails and Renée made herself comfortable on the sofa, continuing to ogle Kacey.

  “Fidelity is fine, but you do have a room full of guests in need of some entertainment, dear. How about treating us to a striptease, Kacey?”

  “Oh, I'm not sure I want to, Renée.”

  “There's nothing unfaithful about it. It's just nudity in front of people who have all seen you naked already. It's just for some innocent fun and I'm sure Julie here approves.”

  Julie nodded apprehensively.

  “I need a footrest,” declared Renée. She had long ago established a perverse desire-to-please amongst her initial group. The newbies not so much. “Let's see a show of hands for volunteers.”

  All three of her companions rose their hands. The two younger additions reluctantly followed suit a moment later.

  “Good, good,” said a pleased Renée.

  Just then, Briana and Juliette returned.

  “Okay, ladies, assume the position,” requested the leader. Briana watched in amazement as all five knelt down on their hands and knees, a position with which she had become all too familiar.

  “What do you think, Bri?” she asked.

  “Me too, ma'am?” she inquired, with a hint of a tremble in her voice, expecting to be directed to her knees as well.

  “Five of the world's most lethal assassins all on their knees. When is the last time you saw such a thing, honey? Want to play horsie with any of them?”

  “Oh no, ma'am! Please let me get Juliette settled in the other room, okay? I'll be right back.”

  She quickly returned and was asked, “Any requests?”

  “No, ma'am.”

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  “Yes, ma'am.”

  Wanting to test the mettle of the room's new addition, Renée pulled out her Glock pistol and chambered a round. She handed the loaded weapon to Briana.

  “Would you put a bullet in my head if one of them told you to?” Renée asked. “Or better yet, what if I told you to fire a round into your own head?”

  The horrified girl didn't know what to say. As Briana held the loaded weapon, Renée got up in her face and grabbed her between her thighs in a sexually-dominant manner. She fondled her, then nudged her down to her knees. The whole room was silent.

  “Feeling the adrenaline?” Renée asked.

  “Yes, ma'am.”

  Renée motioned for Kacey to approach them.

  “Kacey, I've been too easy on you because of the way your sisters joined us and the fact that you're not part of our initial group of five. Julie is though and she knows the importance of compliance. Ashley can kick my ass and has, but she, too, knows the importance. We five have had our differences over the years, but my four friends all want to please me. Isn't that right, ladies?”

  “Yes, Renée,” they answered in unison. Her situation had become similar to Charles Manson's cult following.

  “Kacey, if you want to be a part of my group, our group, you will need to want to please me, too. If you want me to let Julie continue to stay with you, you will need to be a part of this group. Understand?”

  “Yes, Renée. I'm sorry about before. I do so want to please you. I've already shown a sincere effort at pleasing each of you at the tastings. At our last sex party, I even had sex with my own sister's husband just to please you.”

  “And now today you've denied me, Kacey.”

  Kacey appeared on the verge of crying as she knelt down onto both knees and looked up pleadingly into Renée's eyes. “Please don't take Julie away from me. I'd like to do that striptease for you now, Renée. May I, please?”

  “No, you've ruined the mood, but never again deny me. Okay?”

  She nodded yes.

  Renée motioned for Julie to come and join them. The others were still on their hands and knees. Briana remained standing at her side, holding the loaded pistol. Both Julie and Renée could see that the safety was on; Briana had no clue.

  “Julie, you made this girl get pregnant!”

  “I did it for you, Renée.”

  “Okay then, the two of us made her pregnant, and she's standing here holding a fully-loaded pistol,” said Renée. Both turned and looked at Briana.

  “Well?” Renée asked the sex slave.

  Both knew they could get the pistol away from her if necessary, but each wanted to test her reaction.

  “Well, I just want to say 'thank you'. Juliette is the light of my life because of you. I'm indebted to you, both of you.”

  “Place the weapon back into my holster, girl.”

  She did.

  “Julie, I like her attitude. How obedient has she been?”

  “Totally; we're both very pleased!” She went on to share explicit details of the sex IOU, the subsequent party where Briana had gotten pregnant, and the signed slavery agreement.

  “Okay, keep this one. Teach her to shoot just as we taught you in Thailand. She's hereby designated as our new recruit,” announced Renée. “Tell her about our tasting party at the cabin. I think we'll make that our traditional initiation ceremony for new recruits after their first kill. It seems to do wonders for group bonding.”

  Renée looked down at Kacey, still beside them on her knees. “The next time we are together privately, Kacey, I will need some reassurance about our relationship.”

  “Yes, ma'am. I do so want to please you and be part of the team. I'll eagerly do anything for you, anything at all!”

  “I want you to seduce me, perhaps even buy me roses. It won't be this week or next month, but when the time comes, you will do so with heartfelt enthusiasm and for an extended period of time.” They stared into one another's eyes with great intensity as Renée ran her fingers through Kacey's blonde hair, then she ran her thumb tenderly across her lips.

  Kacey responded by suggestively licking and sucking on it.

  “Okay, enough of this girlie silliness. Let's go, ladies. You all have your instructions. I'll be in touch.” With that, she left the room, followed by her three companions right behind. The younger contingent breathed a sigh of relief at their departure.

  Five minutes later, Renée was back, this time she was alone.

  “I was wrong, Kacey. You haven't ruined the mood. I can't wait. I want you now!”

  “Should the rest of us stay or go?” asked Julie.

  “Take the kid on an extended picnic, or to a movie. Make it a double feature. Give us about six hours,” ordered Renée.

  As soon as they were gone, Renée steered her toward the bedroom.

  “Shall I do the striptease for you now?” Kacey shyly asked.

  “No, we'll undress each other this time.” Renée slowly unbuttoned Kacey's blouse and slid it off her back. She tenderly removed her bra, and then gently pushed Kacey onto her back on the bed. She undid Kacey's jeans, grabbed them by the cuffs and eased them off her, leaving her wearing only a pair of pink panties, then stood back a moment to admire the scene.

  “Shall I undress you now?” asked Kacey.

  “Oh God, Kacey, you're so freaking beautiful!” She began caressing her young, soft flesh, and then placed a blindfold on her. “Now you can undress me.”

  Kacey proceeded to fumble about, slowly disrobing the woman before her. The naked Renée pushed the blindfolded girl back onto the bed, slid off the pink underwear, began sucking on her toes, and then started kissing her way up Kacey's thighs.

  “Geez, Renée, this is way better than I expected.”

  “I so own you now, Kacey. Welcome to my team. You can stay with Julie. I'm going to do things with you that she has never experienced.”

  “Yes, yes! I do so want to please you, Renée.” She hesitated a moment, then added, “You can hurt me if you want to. I won't mind.”

  “I'm not a sadist, Kacey. I've never tried that stuff.”

  “Briana bought us a cat o' nine tails whip. She keeps it in the bottom right dresser drawer.”

  Intrigued, Renée went and got it out.

  “I don't think six hours is going to be enough, hon.”

  “I keep a 'do not disturb' sign in my desk, Renée. Shall we put it on the front door knob?”

  And that's exactly what they did.

  Over the following weeks, Karlee and Kristie were brought into the loop and kept up to date, and Renée continued in her efforts to gather Intel on the elusive Ruling Committee. Each of the group made separate preparations to go off the grid indefinitely.

  Soon the day of the speeches arrived. Pepper was both hopeful and confidant everything would go off without a hitch, and looked forward to soon being sworn in as President. She had no reason to doubt her compliant lover Kristie.

  Kristie had spent considerable time planning the deed. Her husband, also an accomplished sniper, accompanied her as back-up. They were strategically positioned on a rooftop nearly a mile away. Several years earlier, she had purchased top-of-the-line equipment and had already used it successfully on several missions.

  “I've got them both in my sites,” she announced over her tiny comm-device. “There's no wind. Everything is a go from here. How about if I do them both?”

  “Roger that,” responded Renée as she covered their backs. “Julie and Kacey are in her office, ready to delete all her relevant files.” Pepper had provided them with security passes to her new office to work on her special projects. “Ashley and Laura have just set the C-4 in place on the wall-safe with all the blackmail documents in it. They'll blow it from a few blocks away. It will all happen simultaneously with your shot. The explosion should take out the entire exterior wall. And no, just Pepper...this time, hon.”

  President Durham, the man who had once chased
Kristie around his office trying to rape her, stood regally as he addressed the admiring crowd. Vice President Pepper Preston stood dutifully behind him, off to the side and smiling. She was anticipating the sound of a distant gunshot.

  “Get ready, you guys,” Kristie whispered over the comm.

  Ashley and Laura switched on the C-4 remote detonator. Julie and Kacey reached for the delete button.

  As the climactic moment approached, Renée was so excited she bordered on having an orgasm. Karlee and Jesse stood at her side, each holding her hand as they all watched the TV monitor.

  Kristie made the motion of a farewell kiss as she slowly and gently squeezed the trigger. Pepper never heard the shot that blew apart her head and splattered her blood over the President's backside.

  “Oh my God!” shouted the woeful announcer.

  As he said that, the exterior wall of Pepper's hi-rise penthouse experienced a massive explosion, and all Pepper's secret blackmail files, both in the condo and in her office, went 'poof'.

  Renée, Karlee and Jessie high-fived one another, Kristie and her husband Randolph embraced, Laura and Ashley hugged, and Julie and Kacey kissed passionately, then promptly left the building.

  “Great job, everyone!” Renée proclaimed into the comm-device. “Proceed with phase two, make yourselves scarce. We'll meet-up later at the designated time and place to discuss the fate of the Ruling Council. Take care and God Bless you all!”

  Conclusion

  Renée and Jessie were settling in to watch the Hawaiian sunset. They were on Kauai’s northern Na Pali Coast, lounging on a deserted beach ten stories below the road. It had taken twenty minutes to descend the lengthy staircase, ergo the isolation. Their team of assassins had split up after killing the Vice President, their former boss. Ashley had been assigned to go with the three less-experienced, younger members to give them combat training during their downtime. The others had gone in their own unknown directions.

  “Did you see that dolphin? I've never seen such beautiful scenery, Renée! The setting sun really highlights all the colors on those cliffs, especially the greens. How high do you think they are?”