Nyssa sighed as she flopped into the simple cot that was her. Her room had only basic furnishings, as her father believed in only basic material comforts. Luxury made people weak and soft, he believed. That was also why there was a minimal amount of twentieth century technology on the island- in addition to limiting trainees from being distracted by the outside world.
She sighed. If Sara only knew how hot and bothered she got seeing the other woman nude. And yet, there was only so much prudishness one could manage on the island. League assassins were taught to ignore gender differences and be nonchalant about seeing the other sex nude. And trainees were rather strongly discouraged from any sort of sexual liaisons- that was another distraction, her father believed.
It was just as well, because the woman Nyssa lusted after probably did not return the feelings Nyssa felt. The fact that the beautiful blonde had mentioned a boyfriend had not been forgotten by her, and Nyssa doubted that Sara was actually bisexual. She wouldn't be that lucky. Besides, her actions hadn't done a whole lot to put Sara in her good graces.
Nyssa tried to sleep, but every time she closed her eyes, the picture of Sara's nude's body appeared before her.
"Fuck it," she hissed quietly in Arabic. She needed some relief. She quickly shucked off her nightclothes and closed her eyes once more. She licked a finger and began to run it in small circles over her vaginal lips. Her other hand massaged her breasts. She pretended it was the lovely Sara who was groping her, not her own hands. One of her hands probed at the entrance to her sex, testing its wetness. She was getting wet rather quickly at the thought of all the naughty things she wanted to do to the blonde soon-to-be assassin. She slid the finger inside and began to probe herself. God, she wished it was Sara doing these things to her. It would be so hot to convert the beautiful woman into a lesbian, to give her oral for the first time and show her how good a woman could make her feel, then make her return the favor...
Nyssa felt her body tense up like a coiled spring, then release, even to the point of squirting. She breathed heavily, looking at her fluid-covered hands. Yep, she was going to need to change her sheets.
I might like Sara, but perhaps it's best that I find one of my old lovers instead of pining over her. I'm hardly sworn to the woman, after all.
Sara vomited. She had killed someone for the first time. They had brought her a young boy, probably in his late teens. He had been cuffed with his hands behind his back and a gag in his mouth. His eyes had shone with fear, though. He certainly hadn't looked like a hardened killer. Ra's Al Ghul had sat on that throne of his, with a number of his black-clad warriors in attendance, presumably so one of them could do the job himself if she couldn't. Then, of course, she would die next.
She couldn't save the boy. She could only add herself to the list of Ra's' victims. Gritting her teeth, she took a nearby scimitar, gripped it in trembling hands, and swung at the boys' throat.
She was surprised by the sound it made as it sliced open human flesh, and how easily it opened the boy's throat. But what surprised her most was how much blood there was. It easily splattered her upper body and face. And it was so warm...she hadn't been prepared for that.
She stared in shock for a few moments as the body collapsed. Then she managed to whisper, "Are you satisfied?" at Ra's.
The man stroked his goatee. "Don't look away from your target at the last instant. Steady your hand. But...it is acceptable." He clapped his hands, and one of the trainees came forward to clean up the mess. "In the future, you will clean up your own mess. That boy actually raped the daughter of a tribal leader in Afghanistan. Or so we're told." He shrugged. "The client was able to pay, and that is what truly matters."
She hadn't noticed when he and his men departed. All that she knew was that she was she was now on her knees, staring at a puddle of her own vomit, which she no doubt would have to clean up. And wearing bloodstained clothes.
Then Nyssa was kneeling down beside her, cleaning up the mess. She hadn't heard the other woman approach, of course. Nyssa gave her a look of sympathy and laid a hand on her shoulder. "Come. Let's get you cleaned up."
She numbly let Nyssa lead her away and strip her of her clothes. She idly wondered if bloodstains could be worked out of clothes.
Nyssa led Sara into the baths. Sara realized she was trembling. A hand stroked gently through her hair as Nyssa muttered softly, telling her it was all right.
"The first one is the hardest, Sara. You had no choice."
Sara sobbed. "How?" she managed to at last get out through her sobs. "How do I...get through this?" She leaned her head against Nyssa's chest for support.
Nyssa was silent a moment. "It helps to lose yourself in something else, Sara. Something pleasurable, that makes you forget everything that is wrong and terrible in this world." Her voice was a breathy whisper in Sara's ear.
Sara nodded, and her face lifted up. Then she locked lips with the surprised assassin, whose eyes widened.
"I've known for a while," Sara said slowly as she pulled back. "There are only about forty assassins on this island, after all."
Nyssa stroked her hair. "Are you sure, Sara?"
Sara hesitated, then nodded.
The assassin sank down into the water. Sara's brow creased in puzzlement.
Then she felt it. Something was teasing at her vaginal lips, tickling them. She let out a gasp, staggering back. The pleasure built and kept building, and Sara had to bit her lip until blood came out to stifle a loud moan. Then she felt feather light touches on her sex, followed by pressure on her clit. After about a minute of building pleasure, something shot inside her sex, hitting just the right spots to tip her over the edge into orgasm.
This time Sara did cry out. Nyssa surfaced, eyeing the blonde with a smirk. She stroked the girl's cheek. "You look so delicious when you cum, Sara. Tell me- did boys ever do that to you? As well as I did?"
Sara shook her head, her eyes distant and glazed over in the thrill of orgasm. "W-was that your tongue?
