Assassins Mc Pt 01

This work is for ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. This contains substantial sexually explicit scenes with multiple partners and graphic language which may be offensive by some readers. All characters in this story are over the age of 18, and any non-consensual, BDSM, dominant/submissive, violence, or other similarly described activity is purely for entertainment only.

This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents in this story are the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Part 1: Opening My Eyes

After dropping Julie off at home, I drove around the corner and parked. I circled back and jumped the fence into her backyard. I wanted to play a joke on her and scare her by tapping on her window while I wore my Jason mask from Friday the 13. This was going to be epic! What I didn't expect to see was she was not alone. I moved close to the house and concealed myself behind a bush.

From my vantage point, I could see into her living room through a giant sliding glass door. As she entered, I noticed a man walk from the kitchen and approach her. This was strange. She lived alone with her mother, and to my knowledge, her mother was not seeing anyone. She was standing inside her front door. I could see her couch along one wall and a television opposite. She was standing next to a coffee table, in between that and the television. The man stood in front of her, but they were standing in such a way that I saw both clearly.

I chanced it and got closer. Luck was on my side and a window was open. I could barely hear what they were saying, but I could understand enough. "Well, hello beautiful. Where have you been?" Said the man.

Julie replied, "I was out with my boyfriend."

"Is that a fact? Who is this boy?" He fired back, "I may have to invite him over some time to party with us."

"No! Please." Pleaded Julie, "I mean, please don't do that."

He answered, "I'll think about it. OK, you know the drill, strip!"

To my surprise, Julie undressed. First came her t-shirt. She pulled it over her head and dropped it on the floor. Next, she took off her shoes and slid her jeans down her legs, and stepped out. That left her in her bra and panties, both plain white. Nothing special about them.

"Goodness, you are one beautiful girl" He announced.

Well, she was technically a woman. She turned 18 a couple of months prior but was still in school. We had been dating for about a month and haven't even been to second base yet. She seemed shy, and I did not want to push the issue. We did our fair share of making out, it just never led too far. Now, she was in her bra and panties in front of a man I did not know.

"We have to do something about your plain underwear." The man said as he looked her up and down, "How about if you don't wear them again? I like that idea. Now, continue."

I stared in disbelief as Julie reached behind her and unclasped her bra. Sliding it off her shoulder, she exposed the most wonderful set of breasts and I had ever seen. Of course, this was the first breasts I have seen in person, all others have been out of magazines or online, so any would seem wonderful to me! When she removed her bra, her breasts didn't drop one inch. They were standing straight out as if they defied gravity. Her areolas were about an inch around, and the nipples stood erect under the man's gaze. She doesn't have large breasts, but on her compact frame, they looked bigger.

"Now, doesn't that feel better?" He said sarcastically, "I bet you're more comfortable. Why don't you thank me for helping you get out of those heavy clothes?"

"Thank you." Julie said this as she looked down to her feet. She crossed her arms in front of her body, partially covering her breasts while her hands attempted to cover her vagina. She looked beautiful, scared, and I have not been so turned on in my life. My erection was straining my jeans, and I thought it would break free. Who was this man that had this much control over her? The show going on in front of my eyes transfixed me and I lost myself momentarily.

"No, I mean thank me properly." The man sternly told Julie, "Get on your knees and get to work."

Holy crap! She was doing it! She kneeled in front of him and reached for his belt. She undid his buckle and unbuttoned his pants. She paused for a moment and took a deep breath, then reached into the man's underwear and free his cock. She pulled it free with her right hand and pulled her face closer to him. He was about normal size, 6 inches, already erect. Her small hand wrapped around his penis and stroked it. She then opened her mouth, put it around him, then moved her head up and down the length of it. He reached behind her, grabbed her hair, and rammed her head into him, impaling her. She pushed back, but he was too strong. Just when she was going to panic, he released her. She fell back, gasping for air and gagging.

"We need to work on that." The man announced, appearing upset, "A woman should take every inch of her man in her mouth. Now, try again."

She regained her composure, kneeled back up, and took him again. She attempted to work her way down his cock, but when she couldn't, or wouldn't, go further, he repeated his aggressive impaling. Again, she gasped for air when he released her.

"Dammit girl, you are bad at this." He was irritated, regained his composure, and said, "That's ok, I have plenty of friends that you can practice on."

Hold on, friends? What the hell was he talking about. I must have adjusted my feet a bit too much, and to my horror, knocked over a flowerpot that was sitting nearby. The man turned to look in my direction and said, "What was that?!" I didn't stick around to hear anything else. I beat a hasty retreat and made my way back to my car.

This entire episode only lasted 10 minutes, but it felt like I had been watching them for hours. At first, I didn't know how to process it. It turned me on; no doubt about that. I was also pissed that Julie was being forced to do this. I couldn't deny the thought of being in that man's position was appealing. I never entertained the idea of dominating someone, but after witnessing what I did, I wanted it. Then I realized, damn, I didn't take any pictures. I guess I would have to use my memory for motivation tonight.

The next day at school went normally. Both Julie and I are in our last year of school. She transferred in at the beginning of August, and it took me the first month of school to get enough courage to ask her out. I was always a shy kid and never had a girlfriend. I mostly hung out with my friends and played video games. I was the quintessential nerd, through and through. I only asked Julie out because it was my senior year and I felt it was now or never; I didn't want to graduate with that regret. To say I was inexperienced was an understatement. All I knew about women and sex came from the internet.

When I first met her, she was the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Shoulder length brunette hair framed a face that could be a model. Her eyes were hazel, and her mouth had the most delicious looking lips that just begged someone to kiss them. She always wore jeans and a t-shirt, often covered with a hoodie. Her clothes always seemed a size bigger than she needed. She was sitting alone when I first approached, and from that day we ate lunch together. She didn't seem to make any friends, besides me, and she hesitated when I first asked her out, eventually agreed, and we've been dating since.

I caught up to Julie at lunch since I didn't have any classes with her. She was sitting at our normal table, alone, and I took a moment to watch her as I thought back to the night before. What I had seen awoke something in me I didn't know existed. I wanted to protect her, yet I wanted to dominate her. I wasn't sure how I could reconcile both those feelings. I walked up and sat down.

"So, Julie, what's up?" I asked, "You do anything last night after I dropped you off?"

I wanted to see how she was going to respond. I surely didn't think she would admit to what I witnessed.

"No, nothing." She said, "I just checked out some videos on my phone and went to bed. How about you?"

She answered in a relaxed manner, not what I expected. I wondered how someone who went through what I saw could just go on as nothing happened. Was this normal for her? I didn't think this was an isolated incident. I thought it best not to push the issue with questions until I knew more. I would have to do some recon on her house and see just what she's up to when I'm not around. I also wanted to find out just who this man was.

I asked her, "Do you want to hang out at your house after school? I have some homework to do, but I could come over afterward and we could check out some videos or watch TV."

"Oh, not today, Rich." She informed me, "I'm going shopping with my mother and I won't be home until late. Maybe tomorrow we can go out to the mall and hang out."

"Sure, that sounds like a plan." I replied, "I'll just hang out at home tonight. My friends have been bugging me to play some Call of Duty with them, anyway. I'll see you later."

At this, we both went to our next classes. I had to find out what was going on and headed over to her place after school.

I drove over and parked up the street. I was far enough away that someone would have to look to see me from her house, but I could see anyone that came or went. I sat there about an hour when 2 cars drove up. Two men got out, one I recognized from last night, but the other was a new guy. They walked to the door and walked right in like they owned the place. I waited for a bit before jumping her fence and attempting to see inside. Sure enough, she was there, but this time her mother was with her. They were both naked, kneeling on the floor with their backs to each other, and sucking the men's cocks.

Her mother was almost the spitting image of Julie, just older and maybe a little shorter. And where Julie had brunette hair, her mother Nicole had blonde. Nicole's breasts were bigger than Julie's, and they hung lower. She must have been in her mid-30s, and she was in good shape. She had nice hips, and her ass was round, but still looked firm. The girls were concentrating on their jobs, and the men were standing there talking with each other. I didn't dare get close to hear their conversation because I didn't want to make any noise like I did last night. I took out my phone and snapped a couple of shots. I would not make that mistake again!

When I zoomed in on my phone for a closer look, I noticed a tattoo on the unknown man. I could barely make it out, but it looked like an Assassin Motorcycle Club tattoo. I could tell the red A on his arm with a black border. I recognized it because my late father, Brian, was an in the Assassins. His best friend Roger, who I called uncle growing up, was still in the club and had the same tattoo. All I know is my Dad was a high-ranking member and died on a trip out of state in a car accident. Roger still came around and looked after us to make sure we had everything we needed. With this additional information, I could ask him about this guy. I took a few more shots and watched the ladies finish the men. When they all left the living room together, I exited the way I came.

On the way home, I thought about the connection with the Assassins. While my father Brian was a member, my life didn't include the club. My father had me when he was young, and my mother and father never married. From what mom told me, I resulted from a flash romance. It began, grew extremely hot, and was over quickly. My father knew about me, sent money to my mother, but otherwise, we had almost no contact. My mother died when I was 8. That left me with no family, and if Brian hadn't stepped in, I would have ended up in foster care.

I moved in with him and his wife Beth, 25, who had already been married to my Dad for several years. I never called Beth mom, but when my Dad died two years later, she took over guardianship and raised me like a mother. I owe who I am mostly to my mother and Beth. I was with my father for such a short period that he had little effect on my life. He was a good man, and I heard stories from Beth that his friends loved him, but I couldn't see much of that myself. He treated me well, but we didn't have any Hallmark moments that you see in the movies.

I still live with Beth. I appreciate everything she's done raising me from 10 years old, and I owe her a lot. I'm just ready to get on with my own life, meet a woman, settle down, and have a family of my own. I just didn't know those plans would soon get turned on their head.

I got in contact with Roger the next day. I met him at his house where he lived with his wife, Susan, and their kids. My Aunt Susan, as I grew to call her, was always nice to me. Their kids were twins, Benjamin, and Penny. They looked similar enough that if you put a wig on Benjamin, he could pass for Penny if you didn't look too closely. That's not saying Penny wasn't beautiful. She was a knockout, and if I weren't so damn shy, I would have asked her out. I told Roger everything I knew about my girlfriend, showed him the pics, and described what I witnessed.

"So, Rich, is this girl important to you?" Roger asked, "I mean, you just started dating her not too long ago. You can't be that close."

"No, I haven't dated her for long, but I do care for her." I replied, "She's shy, or so it seemed. I haven't even touched her boobs yet, and I find out she's having sex with other men. It looked forced and I want to help her. I also must admit that what happened to her turned me on. Is that weird?"

Yeah, I admitted that to Roger. Since my father died, he was the only male figure in my life. We weren't exactly close, but he was the best I had.

"No Rich, that's not weird." Roger reassured me, "I've known plenty of men, and some women, that get off being in control. I even know some that like to watch more than take part. You sound like you would rather take part. Is that right?"

"Yes. That's correct." I answered.

Roger explained to me, "There are some things I haven't told you about your father, his position in the Assassins, and you. When he died, he was in line to take over the club. The only person in his way was John Teague. They had come up together and been close friends for years. All three of us would get into trouble all the time. Our leader, Alex, was getting older and just wanted to live out his life quietly. He needed a replacement, and that's where your Dad and John came in. John had narrowed it down to them and was about to decide. That's when your father died. He had to run out of state to make a delivery of some contraband. On his way there, his truck couldn't make a turn and went over an embankment. He died on impact, or so I was told. The truck burned fast. He was only recognized by his rings; it was awful."

"As for you, you are what we call a legacy." Roger continued, "You have a position in the Assassins if you want it. I've seen you as you've gotten older, and to be honest, I'm impressed. Your grades could be better, and they would if you pull your ass out of those video games. You're the smartest kid I know. I talk to Beth all the time about you and she's kept me up to date with your life. She doesn't want you in the club, but that's not her choice."

"Not her choice?" I asked, "You mean it's my choice then? That makes sense. I'm 18 and she's not my mother."

"No, not like that." Roger explained, "Wives, girlfriends, and any other women associated with the Assassins don't have a say. They become the property of the club. That usually means they belong to their husband or boyfriend. If their man should get killed, the women are still property, and they continue their work. That work comprises whatever the club needs, and we assign them a new guardian. This guardian makes sure they are taken care of but can use them any way they want short of extreme physical abuse, selling, or killing them."

"Wait, did that happen to Beth?" I asked, "I remember nothing like that."

"Yes. I became her guardian." Roger replied, "There was no way I was going to let anything happen to her, and I didn't want her to go to another man besides me. I did that for your father, and I was always fond of Beth. You know what she does for a living, right?"

I answered, "Yes, she works for a financial firm as a secretary."

"Yeah, that's not a financial firm." Roger informed me, "It's owned by the Assassins, and while it handles the financials, it's there to put a legal face to the club's dealings. Beth oversees the entire office. Her official title is secretary, but that's just for the public image. The boss is a figurehead and has no real responsibility. This way, if something should go down, the actual people in charge, including Beth, have a cover. Her name isn't on anything, and no one can trace to her, but she's the one running the show."

"Wow, I didn't know that." I said, "That's incredible. If she's running it, why doesn't she have more money?"

Roger answered, "Because she only gets paid a secretary's salary so no one can trace the money to the actual boss. The person receiving the money, the figurehead, is being compensated for their potential future in custody if it gets raided. Basically, they're being paid to take any legal hits. Also, women in the Assassins own nothing. All property is owned and managed by the company. The company's name is Santana Acquisitions LLC. That's what we do, we acquire property and sell it at a profit."

"Now, back to the matter at hand, your girlfriend." Roger explained, "That guy with the tattoo is Paul. He's one of our, shall we say, acquisition specialists. He mainly deals with the human market. If he's involved, I would presume that your girlfriend and her mother are for sale. I'll get the details and get back to you later. It was great seeing you, Rich. Say hi to Beth for me."

With that, I said goodbyes to Roger and his family and headed home. My mind was racing with all the information Roger just laid on me. Beth oversees the company and the company's financials, and she's owned by the club. My girlfriend and her mother could be for sale. This was an entire world I didn't know existed until today. I didn't know how I felt about that. I didn't like the thought of my girlfriend being sold and used, yet the idea of owning a woman and using her myself appealed to me.

The following day at school passed without incident. I saw Julie and arranged to pick her up that evening. She looked a little sad when I did, and on the way, she told me she would move again soon. Roger's guess that they were being shopped around was correct. I was trying to look concerned, even though I knew the truth. I told her if that happens, we could stay in touch and still be friends. She seemed to like that, and the rest of the evening went by quickly. I dropped her off at her house, gave her a nice long kiss goodbye, and drove home.

When I arrived, it surprised me to see Roger's car in the driveway. I hurried in, thinking something was wrong. When I entered the house, Roger was sitting on the couch. What I saw next almost made me fall backward. Beth was naked, standing in the corner next to the couch, facing the wall. Her ass was red as a beet.

"Please Roger, can I put something on?" Beth pleaded, "Don't make me stand here in front of Rich. He shouldn't see me like this."

"Shut your mouth, Beth." Roger admonished her, "It's what got you that ass beating."

Beth has always been an attractive woman. In her youth, she could have been a model. She was short, only about 5'2. Her breasts were average size for her frame, and her ass was nice and round. The only flat part of Beth's body was her stomach. I had always admired her looks, but nothing could have prepared me for the sight that was in front of me. She stood there, hands on her head, with her beautiful ass on display. I was getting turned on, and there was no hiding it. My dick was threatening to jump out of my pants. I felt embarrassed standing there with a full erection, getting turned on staring at Beth naked. Being a teenage boy was hard sometimes, no pun intended.