The entire thing could be seen from her position. The leaves whispered to each other in the slight wind, and the half moon melted over her. A cat hissed on the grass many feet below. The man looked dangerous, and Lexi knew he had a gun. That’s how he’d forced her from his car and up into her apartment.
He’d bound her to the four-poster bed with blood red electrical tape, her skirt hitched up and her panties taut across her mound. He held a curved, Arabic looking blade as he stalked around her, teeth flashing. Lexi froze as he came to the window.
His eyes peered out, and seemed to look right at her. Her training took over and she let her body blend itself with the trunk, at one with her surroundings. She knew he wouldn’t see her, yet she forced her heartbeat to stay controlled, and gathered strength from the adrenaline that squirted into her belly.
The sensation of pleasure permeated her centre as he turned away and she realised in an instant her pussy was moist. It had happened many times before on previous missions in Japan. She wondered how long she could stay. Did she have minutes or hours before the girl with straw-coloured hair was slain? Her intuition told her he would play for a while. He would be thinking he had all night, now she was gagged and tied. She would wait for him to become immersed in his pleasures before she struck. For she knew this was the time men were most vulnerable, and easiest to kill.
Lexi gasped as the man pulled the girl’s tank top forward and sliced through it like it was nothing. God, she was young. His blade seemed to be incredibly sharp. How easily he would slice through her tender skin. How quickly he could take her life. She was no more than a tiny bird, trapped and fluttering broken wings in the palms of his hands. All he had to do was…
Forget waiting, it was time to move. The girl’s breasts swayed heavily as she twisted to and fro, her back arched, her last panicked, futile efforts to wriggle free. The candlelight in the room fused over her body, making her skin the colour of honey, accentuating the light outline of muscles on her trim tummy, her mound of Venus, and the tops of her splayed thighs.
Lexi moved out along the branch, warm in her black shinobi shozoko, the uniform of her profession, until she had room to swing her kaginawa. She released a length of the grappling hooks rope until she had enough room to gather momentum. Three times and she released the hook, watching it arc towards the roof like a bat in the night. There was a dull thud as the hook found its mark and dug in.
In Japan, Lexi had spent ten years of her life, from fourteen years old, learning to become a ‘kunoichi’, a female ninja. Ever since her mother had been killed she’d studied in the arts with a mental discipline even the Japanese found impressive. She’d progressed much more quickly than any of the men training with her and as a result, she suffered several attempts on her life from envious students. After returning to England she’d found it difficult to remain still, and spent many nights stalking the shadows, spying on lovers and occasionally taking lives that needed to be taken. She hungered to exercise the animal she’d become.
She slid up the rope rapidly, her hands so familiar with the feel of the twine and the ashiko bound to her split-toed boots assisting her climb by digging their sharp claws into the mortar. In seconds she was over the apartment blocks rooftop balcony and crouching, listening for danger while steadying her breathing. It was imperative she remain invisible.
Lexi removed her ashiko from her boots and slipped them into a pocket. Her kaginawa was quickly looped up and attached to her suit, the cloth wrapped iron hook clipped to her side. Then silently she moved in.
Pausing, she hugged the door, her ear lightly pressing the wood to listen for any movement. In seconds she picked the lock and disappeared inside, descending two floors until she came to the door marked 5A. There was a muffled sound of female groaning from within, and her nipples stiffened as she anticipated her next move.
Her heart now pounding, Lexi picked the lock to the apartment’s heavy front door. She could smell the musky scent of sweat, and needed to move quickly from the dim light of the stairwell.
With a quiet click the door opened and she slipped inside. She locked the door carefully behind her. Her sword was made for a Samurai, but its short length made it perfect for her needs. She held it forward, hugging the wall and creeping towards the bedroom, her knees bent, her footsteps silent.
The groaning was louder now, and she could distinguish the heavy male breathing and the sweet smell of Arabic sweat. She had long been disgusted with the attitude shown towards women in certain parts of the world. She held particular fury towards countries where clitoridectomy was still practised. Removing a young girl’s clitoris to prevent her enjoying sex was an insult to all the women of the world.
She could see the girl now, writhing on the bed as the large Arab dripped candle wax on her towering nipples. Her panties were sliced open and her sex exposed, shaved, raw and delicious-looking in the flickering candlelight.
The man’s back was slightly turned towards Lexi, his white T-shirt stained and yellow, stretched over broad shoulders. A mammoth erection glistened before him, as if it had only just been pulled from her freshly shucked cunt.
Lexi tensed. She lifted the Samurai sword before her, her muscles taut. She balanced and slowed her breathing, a snake preparing to strike.
The tempered blade entered his back with little resistance. The angled tip plunged between his ribs, severing his heart and pushing out through his chest. His knife hit the carpet with a dull thud. Bracing her foot against his back she wrenched her blade free and sank into a crossover stance, prepared to strike another blow.
Gurgles filled the room and the girl’s eyes widened in alarm and surprise as specks of blood found her nakedness. The heavy man crumpled to the floor, hissing like the dying animal he was.
The girl on the bed was so petrified a burst of liquid fired out of her pussy, and her body began trembling uncontrollably.
Lexi took out her thin shobo, and stabbed it into a pressure point in her victim’s neck, finishing him off. Carefully she removed the shobo, wiping the blood on his shirt. A lake was quickly forming around him.
She moved beside the terrified girl, her eyes sliding across her candle wax and blood spattered body. With a gloved hand she pulled the soggy gag from her mouth. He’d shoved a pair of panties halfway down her throat. She was surprised the girl could still breathe.
“Easy, shhh. I’m not an enemy. Easy.” Lexi knew using soothing words was the best method to calm someone in shock, until you could get them someplace warm.
She coughed dryly, tears running down her cheeks, her left eye swollen slightly and cut on the eyebrow.
“I’m here to help. Come on, I’ll help you get out of here.”
“You’re a woman?” She asked with incredulity, shivering. Her voice was like raw silk.
“Yes. Try not to speak. We have to move now.”
“But where are you taking me?”
“Somewhere safe, where I can help you. I know it’s hard, but don’t worry. Just tell me your name.”
“Kim.”
Using her sword, Lexi cut the tape binding Kim to the bed. “I’m going to need you to do as I say Kim. We have only limited time. Can you walk?”
“Yes… I think so. But that bastard raped me,” her voice cracked. “He fucking raped me…”
