Assassin Affairs (22 page)

“I
was for a while. I got bored.”

“A
person can have a really good life here. You need to try it out. It's
paradise. There's surfing and all the pot you want. The locals are so
friendly, too, and totally accommodating sexually. The criminal norms
are different though. There's way more rape and violence than we're
used to. These guys prefer to rape in front of families, and
sometimes they actually disembowel people!”

“Damn,
Jessie, it sounds like you've gone over the edge. What have I
unleashed on the world?” said Renée.

“I've
always been a little crazy; it's just coming out more now. Don't
knock it 'til you've tried it, lover. Speaking of which, you look
really nice in that tiny bikini,” she said, as she tenderly
slid her fingers along the soft, nicely tanned flesh of Renée's
thigh.

“It's
been too long, kid.”

“I
still remember how to show proper respect to certain elders,”
she said with a suggestive smirk.

“Where
are we going, Jess?” Renée asked, as the old cargo truck
bounced along the bumpy gravel road.

“We
have a makeshift camp hidden across the bay. I have my own little
cabin, the others share quarters in a few other ones. They're mostly
men. When we get there, our passengers will be unloaded. They'll all
be relieved of their valuables, especially any diamond rings, and
then told to strip just like we did with our victims back in the
states. It's important psychologically, as you know, plus tons of
fun. It's what you taught me, a girl has to have fun with her work,
and I've passed that concept along to the others.”

One of her
comrades passed her a lit joint he had just rolled. She took a puff,
passed it along to Renée and continued, “Like I said,
this group is more violent than ours was. They'll rape at least one
of the women in front of everyone just for affect. Then I suspect
that at least one of them will be killed. The ones we can't ransom,
we sell into the sex slavery market or use for target practice, some
of the teens we keep for our own village brothel. It is a very
lucrative business here and much more commonplace than back home.”

“Isn't
killing one of them like losing out on a nice ransom?”

“I
look at it more as a loss-leader like at the grocery store.
Experience has shown that it really motivates the others to pay-up
the maximum.”

“I
guess I'll need to adjust my thinking. I'm looking forward to the
unloading. Is it safe to assume I won't be one of the ones raped?”

“Oh
yes, you're safe as long as you're with me. In fact, I'll let you
choose who gets raped if you'd like. I do suggest you change right
away into fatigues though; the mosquitoes are huge. You'll be staying
with me of course. Grab a sidearm from our cabin.”

“Sweet!
Thanks, Jessie!”

They soon
arrived at the compound and Renée felt much more comfortable
once she had donned the fatigues and side arm. The new 'guests' were
unloaded and lined up. An American expat named Gus gave them their
orientation dialog.

“Listen-up,
everybody. You're here for whatever ransom we can get for you. You
will provide us with a list of all your assets and the people we can
contact for help in liquidating those assets and delivering the
proceeds to us. Each family will be scored on a point basis. You get
points for the amount of assets you reveal and points for how
cooperative you are with us. The family with the lowest number of
points will suffer the consequences. You will address me as 'Master'.
Are there any questions?”

Renée
quietly asked Jessie, “Who's this Gus character?”

“I
met Gus when I was with Richard and the other missionaries. He
supplied my weed and we became close buds. He considers himself a
master manipulator and came up with this intentionally-vague point
system as a way to get our guests to
want
to please him.”

“Really?
He sounds like my kind of mentor!”

“Do
you see that helicopter over there hidden under the camouflage?”

“Yeah,
what's with that? It looks old, Jessie.”

“It's
Vietnam-vintage, an old Huey. Gus learned how to fly when he was in
the military and we picked it up cheap from Army Surplus.”

“My
guess is that you've had a few flight lessons,” speculated
Renée.

“Yeah,
for emergencies. I've never soloed. Anyway, it turned out both Gus
and I had the hots for one of the missionary wives, so we hatched a
plot to have her. We kidnapped her and her husband and left a ransom
note saying we were part of the Islamic Mujahideen and would return
them for a ransom. The same thing happened to another missionary
couple the year before I got here. That's what gave us the
inspiration and made it all that much more believable. It was all a
hoax so that we could both have our way with the woman. As it turned
out, everybody wanted a piece of her. All our foreign friends who
learned our secret wanted to join whatever our cause was. It was
humorous, but we built on it, renting her out for guns and followers.
She was the catalyst that brought this hodgepodge together. Sadly,
none of these guys even knew how to clean a weapon, many of which
came to Thailand compliments of our own country's government. This
group is mostly just a pot smoking bunch of sexual deviants willing
to take big risks to make easy money. I broke up with Richard and
disappeared, moving here full-time. It's like a house of cards
waiting to collapse, but for now the money keeps rolling in, so we're
riding the wave.”

“What
happened to the couple?”

“The
husband became annoying. He was more trouble than he was worth, so
one day I executed him. I dropped him to his knees just like I did
with this group back at the hotel, then I double-tapped two rounds
into the back of his skull in front of everyone. It was similar to
when I terminated Wanda. It gave me instant credibility, and these
guys have followed me ever since. The wife went nuts, so when the
church paid her ransom, we let her go back to the states. Remember
Wanda?” Jessie asked.

“Oh
yeah. Speaking of her, did you know that Sherry and Ashley are
together?

“No,
must have happened after I left. Do tell.”

“Ashley
needed a place to live when I shut down the house, so decided to do
another stint as a submissive maid,” said Renée.
“Sherry's husband is totally clueless as to what's going on
between the two of them.”

“It's
too bad you and Ashley couldn't work things out. My favorite memory
was the night she pushed Johnny off the hi-rise balcony for us,”
confessed Jessie. “Hey, I've got a satphone if you ever want to
call her. Cell phones don't work here, but there's always a satellite
overhead. I got her number off the back of that sex I.O.U. she gave
Sherry.”

As Gus
continued his indoctrination, his companions began gathering up the
wedding rings and other valuables. When he informed them of the
stripping requirement, one of the older European women prisoners
began shouting profanities. A gunman punched her in the face. No one
else voiced an objection.

“Oh,
this is always one of the fun parts,” said Jessie, as everyone
began undressing.

Things were
proceeding too slowly, so one of the gunmen shot off a spurt of
bullets into the ground in front of them. Clothes began coming off
more quickly and getting gathered up. One of the family's teenage
daughters was not participating.

“What's
your name, honey?” Gus asked.

“Julie.”

“You're
costing your family valuable points, Julie. Which parent do you want
to see punished? We can shoot daddy or all rape mommy. Strip or find
out which!”

She began
to disrobe, but stopped halfway.

“Hurry,
these men have itchy trigger fingers,” said Gus, “Show
'em tits and ass. Show us that sweet pussy!”

“Take
it off! Take it off!” all the gunmen began shouting. They
motioned for the other prisoners to partake in the chant, and soon
she was nude along with the others.

“Now
what should we do with her, Renée? Any requests?” asked
Jessie.

“Let's
take her home with us tonight. I was flirting with her at the hotel
pool the other day. She was too naïve to pick up on it, but did
mention she's a virgin and looking forward to starting college in the
fall.”

“I
kinda thought she'd be your type. Are you wet?”

“Yes,
you know me so well.”

“Remember
our tasting party with blondie?”

“I'll
never forget it,” confessed Renée, with a wry smirk.

“What
does a virgin taste like?”

“Damn,
love, I truly don't know...yet.”

“Take
a bow, darling!” Jessie called out, as she motioned for the
girl to approach.

“Now
make your choice for that other entertainment, Renée,”
she requested.

“Can
we get some snacks and drinks first, like we did that night at your
tasting party? Maybe a few chairs for watching?” A short time
later, they were ready for the show to begin. Julie sat submissively
at their feet as they ate and drank.

“Julie,
you cost your family critical points,” Jessie informed her.
“Now you get to watch as your mom entertains all these men.”

“No,
please no! Can I earn back points? Why not pick the woman who shouted
at you instead?” asked the frightened girl.

“Well,
that's up to my friend here. I bet if you're really nice to her, she
might be your friend, too. Here, come sit on her lap.” Jess led
her over to Renée.

“Oh,
this is too cute,” said Jessie. “Let me go get my camera.
The image of a naked virgin on your lap, you in your fatigues and
side arm, is too adorable to pass up.”

Jessie got
her photo, then had one taken of the three of them together, with her
holding an assault rifle to enhance the picture.

“I
choose that woman with the loud, potty mouth,” said Renée,
as she fondled her new pet. “She needs to learn respect.”

Jessie gave
the signal, and everyone watched as the evening's sexual
entertainment proceeded. As the festivities went on, everyone filled
out paperwork listing assets and contacts. When things began to wind
down, Jessie and Renée started heading to their cabin.

“Please
take me with you! I don't want to be left out here naked with all
these horny men,” Julie begged.

“We
could use a cook for our dinner and breakfast,” Jessie said,
“and your family does still need points. As I may have said
earlier, our rules here state that one of our hostages has to die in
the morning, and we'll pick from the family with the fewest points.”

“Can
I get some points back?”

Renée
put her arm around Julie, and said “Come with us, sweetie.
We'll take good care of you tonight. We have some special girlie
games we'd like to play with you, then in the morning we'll let you
know where the family scores stand. How does that sound?”

“That
sounds wonderful!”

The other
hostages were placed into a screened tent, safe from the hoards of
mosquitoes, for now.

Once the
meal was completed, Renée sat Julie on her lap again.

“Jules,
do you remember when we were chatting at the poolside a few days ago?
You said you were a virgin and would be going to college. I think we
can help you with your education, things a college girl should be
familiar with, sexual things.” said Renée.

“Are
you talking about those girlie games?” Julie asked.

“Yes,
and the first is a girlie-tasting game. Jessie and I consider
ourselves gourmet tasters. We've tasted blondes, brunettes, redheads,
wives, sisters, and even daughters, but neither of us has ever tasted
a virgin. Would you like to help us out, honey?” Renée
asked, running her fingers through Julie's hair, first on her head,
then between her legs.

“Of
course I want to help you out,” said Julie, with the hint of a
tremble in her voice. “I appreciate you both letting me stay
here tonight instead of outside with all those men, and I really want
to earn some of those points, but I don't know exactly what you're
talking about.”

“We
want a taste of your virginal juices, darling. We both want to lick
your pussy, and then allow you to of course return the favors. We
want you to show lots of enthusiasm over the concept.”

“Oh
my goodness. I had no idea; you're almost my mom's age.”

“If
age difference is a problem for you, you're certainly welcome to
leave the cabin,” Renée said, as her hand slid
suggestively up and down the girl's inner thigh.

“Oh
no, I like being here with both of you, really.”

Renée's
slid her hand a little higher, barely touching the girl's vaginal
lips, but just enough to sense some wetness. “Your age comment
has me wondering if you mean that. You could reassure me by taking a
little initiative.”

“What
do you want me to do?”

“I
want you to put my finger inside you, show me that you want me. Make
it convincing if you wish to stay here.”

As Julie
sat on her lap complying with the requested eagerness, Jessie came
over and sat at their feet. She looked up at them submissively. All
eyes were on Renée's hand as she crowded in a second finger,
and the girl began showing signs of arousal. Renée whispered a
suggestion to Julie.

“Really?”
she whispered back.

She nodded
yes, removed her hand and started licking her fingers.

Julie
spread her legs further apart, looked down at Jessie and said, “Lick
my lips, bitch!”

She
submissively responded, “Your wish is my command, Julie.”

Renée
continued licking the taste from her fingers, as Jessie complied with
the request, satisfying her own desire to taste a virgin.

“Ohhhh
my, I'm liking this game,” confessed Julie, panting.

“Pay
attention to her technique, Julie. There will be a test later,
several tests, actually an all night test.”