Assassin: Chapter 4
Just Desserts
Both women glared at the man before them. The very man that had wronged them both and tried to kill them. The man who now found himself at the mercy of two very angry, and skilled, assassins. This hit wasn't going to require much skill, but they would enjoy it immensely. They were going to make him pay for what he'd done to them.
He had tried to kill both Violet, and her newfound ally, Elene, by slow suffocation. Violet had cheated death by offering herself to Carl. Carl was Joe's accomplice, and he was now very dead and residing in a very cheap pleather chair in the small kitchen of the hotel suite. It was Joe's turn to suffer, and he was right where they wanted him.
The room in which they stood was in a disarray. One of the deep green recliners was tipped onto it's back, the footrest broken and hanging down at an odd angle. Violet's ruined outfit lie off to one side, just below a faux wood credenza. A bag, bits of rope, and a bungee cord lie in a heap underneath the large, mounted widescreen television, opposite to the kitchen door. Joe was seated in the other recliner, in the center of the room, looking very, very panicked.
It was the same recliner in which Elene had been trapped, just an hour ago, struggling for breath. Violet checked the bindings once more, and with a satisfied smile, pushed the footrest down forcefully with her heel. Joe lurched forward, his head flopping forward. He looked at her with wide eyes and made an inarticulate sound through the gag in his mouth.
Violet turned to Elene, who was placing several items on a small table. "Condoms, lubricant, cigarettes," she said out loud, placing each item onto the marbled top. Elene looked up from her task and saw what must've been an incredulous look on Violet's face. "What?" she said, shrugging. "I was prepared for a very different kind of evening."
Violet smiled and laughed. "We're ready."
Elene lifted the small, round table and brought it over next to the recliner. It teetered on one leg for a moment, before stabilizing. Elene hurriedly placed her hands over the items, sliding precariously close to the edge, before they had a chance to fall off onto the floor.
Violet had busied herself with one of the plastic bags. It was large and clear and she thought it must be the one that had been bound around her own head. It was wet inside, drops of condensation running down the inside as she held it up. Holding the bag closed, she walked with it into the bedroom. There, she lay it out on the bed, until it was flat. She then retrieved a fluffy, white towel from the adjoining bathroom. Lifting the lip of the bag, she gently dried the inside, blotting with the towel. Satisfied she returned to the living room, bag in tow.
She picked up one of the short lengths of bungee cord from the floor and crossed the room toward Joe. He snarled at her as she approached. Once he saw the bag in her hand he began shouting something at her, muffled by a gag. "A ball gag?" she asked, looking over her shoulder Elene.
Elene just shrugged again. "Different kind of evening," she said in her light, Mediterranean accent.
Violet turned her attention back to Joe. She shook the bag once, twice, and then on the third attempt it instantly inflated with a loud plastic pop. She quickly brought the bag down over Joe's head and twisted it shut in the front, under his chin. Joe thrashed his head, trying to free himself, but Violet's grip was too tight. She quickly fastened the bungee around his neck.
The bungee was a bit too small, and cut slightly into his neck. It held the bag so tightly that Violet couldn't remove it even by tugging on it. Joe made a bestial "grrrr" followed by what sounded like "stupid bitches." Violet firmly grasped his chin with one of her gloved hands and smiled.
"If you make us both come, we might let you go." She stood back, letting him go. The bag was swelling and shrinking as he breathed hard through his nose. Normally she would warn her target to breathe slowly, but this time, he could use up all the air he damn well pleased.
She turned to Elene. "You should fuck him first. We're going to get some pleasure out of this bastard for what we did to us. You should be first."
Elene looked at her with luscious eyes. "If that is what you think, my friend," Elene said, placing her hand on Violet's shoulder. Violet picked up the small bottle of lubricant from the table she had placed next to the recliner.
With her thumb, she flipped open the cap on the bottle. She upended it, gently squeezing it at the same time. A small rivulet of clear lubricant dripped onto the tip of Joe's penis. Joe started and made a grunt as the cool lubricant touched his bare skin. After a few drops she was satisfied. She clicked the cap closed and placed the bottle onto the table.
Joe was already naked. Violet had seen to that. His clothes lay in a heap in the kitchen next to Carl.
Violet kneeled in front of Joe, between his legs, and picked up his member with her gloved hand and began massaging it. Joe sharply inhaled. She looked up at him. "Enjoy it while you can," she thought.
She continued her ministrations, slowly sliding her hand up and down the length of his penis. It took no time at all for him to begin hardening. As he got harder, she increased the speed of her strokes. She was amazed at how fucked up the situation actually was: Joe, for all intents and purposes, was going to die, yet he was enjoying this all the same. I guess he figures it's his last gasp, so to speak.
