2nd Encounter

-Always Strapped 2: The Second Encounter-

By, Unit 6

Plot: After a few months, assassin and handler meet again.

DISCLAIMER: these stories may include vivid and explicit sexual content consisting of, but not limited to: non-consensual and forced/rough intercourse, violence, roleplay, voyeurism, bondage, abuse, mind control, and others. These stories are, in no way, based on any fact or are accurate representations of the respective kink communities. Names, settings, etc. are all made up, and any similarities to the contrary are purely coincidental. All characters over the age of 18 years.

Joanna Echo Trave, or Jet, cocked her pistol and took aim, the nozzle of her gun peeking just above a pile of plump trash bags. In less than thirty seconds, her target will appear, then exist no more. One itchy trigger finger away from mission completion. Her target: a serial pedophile.

Twenty seconds. She hid down a darkened alley among a trash heap behind a dumpster, illuminated only by a dim amber streetlight. This target loved to take young girls down these types of alleys and do horribly unspeakable things to them. It's a miracle he's gotten away with it for this many months. He was already a few months deep when her new handler, Taryn, gave her the target from on high.

Ten seconds. She could see two dark silhouette outlines at the beginning of the alley near the street. One smaller, the other taller. He was a tall man. The girl with him, a paid decoy.

Five seconds. One shot until she can see Taryn again.

Four seconds. One shot until that beautiful stranger was once again beneath her fingertips.

Three seconds. Jet could see the whites of their eyes.

Two seconds. The man grabbed the girl. Inhale.

One second. Exhale.

Shot fired, and the abuser fell to his knees, then to the ground, face-down. The girl fled silently, as per the deal. A second shot. A double tap, just in case.

Jet gave a half second just to make sure the fucker died, then booked it the hell out of the alley through the door of an abandoned warehouse from which she came. She knew the gunshots would draw attention, and she needed to get to the safe house as quickly as possible.

Jet heard a woman scream behind her. Mens shouts followed. In a few minutes, sirens would be headed in that direction. Jet sprinted as fast as she could through the warehouse and out the other side door. When she exited, she slowed to a walk and looked around her. The late-night pedestrians on this side of the building were simply going about their business. Only some were talking in rapid whispers and looking around for anything suspicious. Jet followed their glances, throwing any suspicion off her.

The safe house was a brisk five minute walk away.

The further from the crime scene she got, the more confident she grew... until a copper shot by with lights and sirens blaring. She turned to watch the car turn down the street to the front of the warehouse before continuing on her walk.

At the safe house, she withdrew a key and let herself in. To her surprise, she wasn't the first to have arrived.

"I heard the sirens," said a female voice. "Glad you didn't get caught."

Jet smiled. It was her handler, Taryn. Her voice was cool, calm, and seductively sexy.

"Glad you just let yourself in. Got my money?" Jet walked over to the couch to see Taryn had one leg tucked under her and the other knee to her chest. She wore navy blue dress slacks with matching blazer over a blood-red blouse. Her heels were already kicked to the floor and a glass of red wine was in hand.

"Fuck's sake! Again with the lack of foreplay, Jet. I'm starting to get blue-balled over here. Yes, I have your money." Taryn handed Jet a second glass of red wine and motioned to the fat white envelope on the coffee table. Jet reached for it and thumbed through the bills.

"It's all there, relax. I wouldn't fuck you over."

Jet chugged the wine and set the empty glass down and walked over to Taryn after tossing the envelope back on the table, then threw her knee down so she could straddle her.

"Pity," Jet began, "I'd really like you to fuck me. Over and over." Jet leaned in and kissed Taryn. Taryn momentarily stopped to put her wine glass down then returned to kissing Jet.

"Let's see if we can cure these blue balls," Jet whispered as she bent to nibble on Taryn's ear lobe. She kissed down Taryn's neck and up the other side before returning to more kisses. Jet began to grind against Taryn's lap. Jet thought she felt something familiar....

"Are you--"

"Always strapped, baby," Taryn completed.

Jet dismounted Taryn and stood, unbuckling her belt and sliding her leather pants down her legs. She kicked off her pants and boots and returned to straddling Taryn. She fumbled for a moment at Taryn's waistband, but was successful in seeking her prize. From below the waistband, Jet pulled free a multicolored dildo attached to a harness.

Jet wrapped one hand behind Taryn's neck and pulled her in to kiss her as her other hand reached below the silicone phallus to discover how wet Taryn already was. Strong, callused fingers pushed through the flesh of her womanhood and deep into her. Taryn moaned through her kiss.

Jet continued to pump within Taryn as she leaned her head down and, with her teeth and other hand, ripped open the top few buttons of the red blouse, revealing the most perfect tits Jet had ever seen. Jet wasted no time, and cocked her head to the side to bring those erect nipples to her mouth. She had been waiting for months, and now the long wait was over.

Taryn moaned louder as her body rocked against Jet's hand. Jet took her hand and grabbed at Taryn's neck, gently squeezing the sides of her throat as she thrust deeper. Taryn grabbed Jet's arm with both hands and continued to buck her hips in pleasure.

Jet heard Taryn's breaths getting higher in pitch and more rapid. Orgasm was building within her, Jet could tell. Jet, keeping hold on Taryn's throat, pulled the handler towards her to kiss her again. Tongues battled with wanton lust. Taryn's moans reverberated down Jet's whole body from throat to belly. Jet felt herself becoming more aroused with every thrust.

Taryn let out the loudest moan yet, climaxing and shaking in pleasure.

Hand still on throat, Jet took her other hand back and adjusted herself. She took the dildo in hand and guided it into herself, then settled with one leg to either side of Taryn's lap. It was only when she began to get into a rhythm that she finally released Taryn's throat. Thin white lines of finger marks trailed behind for a moment.

Taryn held tightly to Jet's hips, rolling her back and forth over her lap until Jet began moaning. Taryn reached up for the laces on Jet's corset, trying desperately to untie them as the bounty hunter kept riding her. Once free, Taryn ripped the top from Jet's body and tossed it to the side, revealing a muscular torso with large, voluptuous breasts. Like Taryn's own body, Jet's was also covered in scars, but far more tattoos that Taryn couldn't concentrate long enough to count.

Jet leaned back, balancing her hands on Taryn's knees as she moved up and down along Taryn's strap. Taryn's hands explored every inch of Jet's perfect body: tits in hand, nipples between fingers, French-manicured nails down abs, hands gripping hips. There was no one place where Taryn lingered too long, for primal need to touch everything overwhelmed her.

Jet was close. She began to move faster and take longer strokes. She was so wet that she had begun to saturate Taryn's pants. Faster and faster still, Jet moved. It wasn't until Taryn reciprocated the movement and began pumping her hips in sync with Jet's movements that the bounty hunter screamed out in ecstasy.

Jet collapsed into Taryn. The kiss of afterglow lingered on their lips.

"I can't wait for our next encounter," Jet huffed.