Assassin Affairs (44 page)

“When
we were in the kitchen, we both agreed we'd like to move to a bigger
place.”

“Oh?”

“Do
you understand the difference between a submissive and a slave,
Briana?”

“No.”

“A
submissive is a volunteer, like Kacey and I are with one another. A
slave gives up all her rights.”

“Like
when I was your slave that night and I had no right to use a condom?”

“Exactly.”
The two didn't elaborate further, but rather sat playing with the
baby, waiting for their friend to say something.

“I
guess neither of you is interested in having another submissive
living with you.”

“That's
right, Briana,” both responded. “We already have that.”

“Well,
then I want to be your slave again. I got a real rush from signing
that sex IOU for you, and I found that having to do whatever either
of you told me to do was a real turn-on for me. Can I stay here if
I'm your slave?”

“If
it's abuse and humiliation you're looking for, you've come to the
right girls.”

“I
just want you to like me.”

“It
would have to be the same deal as before. You do whatever either of
us tells you to do, you could never say no. We have stressful jobs
and keep odd hours. We’d each expect sexual relief when we
return home, perhaps just a simple foot-massage. You would have to be
available to us twenty-four seven, just available not working, we
realize the baby will also be time consuming. We'll restrict what you
eat to make sure you don't gain any weight. Always say thank you when
you finish servicing one of us. We saved your toothbrush for you.”

She smiled
at that piece of news.

“Use
the money you have left to buy a whip,” Julie requested.

“And
bring back a frisbee, too,” ordered Kacey. “We have a new
game in mind.”

“If
you want me to sign something again, I will,” offered Briana.

“Sure,
why not. Put it all in writing and sign it and embellish again. I
liked when you did that last time,” said Kacey.

Renée
was discussing the situation regarding Pepper and the upcoming
Presidential assassination with Jessie, Laura and Ashley. “As I
told Pepper back in Thailand, although I'm a mob hit-woman, and now a
black-ops assassin, I'm still a loyal American who supports the
Constitution. Pepper's Ruling Council is nothing more than a group of
criminal elites.”

“I
agree,” said Laura. “We're all on the same page here,
Renée. Maybe it's time we take her out. We've all got a lot of
money set aside now.”

“What
about all her threats?” asked Jessie. “She has all those
arrest warrants waiting to be sent out on each of us in case she
disappears or dies. Even if that were to go well, there's still the
Ruling Council to deal with.”

“My
dad has helped me get some Intel on the council. They're pretty well
camouflaged in society, but I've already found one of them. We can
all go underground, but they are all established with roots. That
gives us an advantage.”

“Don't
forget about the Secret Service,” added Ashley. “Now that
Pepper is Vice President, she has them protecting her.”

“Let's
go discuss it with Julie and Kacey. I don't want this conversation to
be on the phone, and I'm overdue for a visit to the their little
love-nest apartment. If we're going to make a move like this, it
should be unanimous.”

A short
time later, the foursome appeared at the apartment door. Both Julie
and Kacey were intimidated by the older Renée, and both were
eager to win her favor. They promptly invited them in.

“Which
one of you is the dom?” asked Renée. “I keep
forgetting.”

“We
switch back and forth,” said Julie.

“Who
is this little gem?” she asked, eying Briana.

“This
is our sex slave Briana. As per your established tradition, we denied
her use of protection her first time, and we were blessed with little
Juliette here.”

“I
love it!” exclaimed Renée. “Another new life that
exists because of us. Deliciously sweet.” Renée liked
what she saw. Briana had her type of body and was roughly twenty
years younger, just what she desired.

Briana
recognized her from the Thailand photo.

“Take
your kid out for some air, Briana. Be back in an hour. We need some
privacy,” said the controlling Renée.

“Kacey,
what's the latest with you and your sisters?”

“They're
both growing tired of Pepper. Kristie has been complaining about her
orders to kill the President. The last time that the three of us
spent the night with Pepper, we drugged her drink and spent the night
searching her penthouse. We found a wall-safe that might hold that
documentation she has against each of us. Julie and I have hacked
into her office computer and found several incriminating items there,
too.”

“I'm
thinking it's time we make our move against Pepper and am wondering
if Kristie would go along with it. Is their relationship as tight as
it appears?”

“Oh
no. Kristie is so tired of being used. She's afraid of her though. If
Karlee would give her the okay, she'd kill her in a heartbeat. Karlee
will be an easy sell, because she blames Pepper for getting me raped
and tortured by those militia guys. At the Colorado tasting, Pepper
threatened to snap Kristie's neck if she didn't give her an orgasm.”

“That
explains why she suddenly got so into it after having resisted so
much. Okay, this sounds like a done deal. You go convince Karlee.
When it's time for Kristie to take the shot, simply have her shoot
Pepper instead of Durham. She never did opt to move into the
Vice-Presidential Estate and still resides in that pricey condo. When
the time comes, we'll repel down to her penthouse from the roof,
plant some C-4 on her wall-safe, and blow the smithereens out of her
exterior wall.” Renée paused for a moment, wondering
about Kristie's skills. “Can she really do it from a mile
away?”

“She's
done it before. She says it depends on the variables, wind, etc. What
about that mysterious committee? They'll be after us for sure.”

“I'm
working on that. I've found one of them. We eight can scatter like a
bunch of cockroaches, those guys don't have that luxury. If this goes
well, we'll target them next.”

“Cockroaches?
Did you have to compare us to cockroaches?” asked Kacey.

“A
poor choice of words, but you know what I mean. You're looking
especially sexy today, Kacey. The only times we've been together were
at those tasting parties. It seems we have some time now,” said
Renée.

“Julie
and I have promised one another fidelity in our relationship, except
for our fun times with Briana of course.”

Julie
served the group cocktails and Renée made herself comfortable
on the sofa, continuing to ogle Kacey.

“Fidelity
is fine, but you do have a room full of guests in need of some
entertainment, dear. How about treating us to a striptease, Kacey?”

“Oh,
I'm not sure I want to, Renée.”

“There's
nothing unfaithful about it. It's just nudity in front of people who
have all seen you naked already. It's just for some innocent fun and
I'm sure Julie here approves.”

Julie
nodded apprehensively.

“I
need a footrest,” declared Renée. She had long ago
established a perverse desire-to-please amongst her initial group.
The newbies not so much. “Let's see a show of hands for
volunteers.”

All three
of her companions rose their hands. The two younger additions
reluctantly followed suit a moment later.

“Good,
good,” said a pleased Renée.

Just then,
Briana and Juliette returned.

“Okay,
ladies, assume the position,” requested the leader. Briana
watched in amazement as all five knelt down on their hands and knees,
a position with which she had become all too familiar.

“What
do you think, Bri?” she asked.

“Me
too, ma'am?” she inquired, with a hint of a tremble in her
voice, expecting to be directed to her knees as well.

“Five
of the world's most lethal assassins all on their knees. When is the
last time you saw such a thing, honey? Want to play horsie with any
of them?”

“Oh
no, ma'am! Please let me get Juliette settled in the other room,
okay? I'll be right back.”

She quickly
returned and was asked, “Any requests?”

“No,
ma'am.”

“Do
your Mistresses treat you well?”

“Yes,
ma'am.”

Wanting to
test the mettle of the room's new addition, Renée pulled out
her Glock pistol and chambered a round. She handed the loaded weapon
to Briana.

“Would
you put a bullet in my head if one of them told you to?” Renée
asked. “Or better yet, what if I told you to fire a round into
your own head?”

The
horrified girl didn't know what to say. As Briana held the loaded
weapon, Renée got up in her face and grabbed her between her
thighs in a sexually-dominant manner. She fondled her, then nudged
her down to her knees. The whole room was silent.

“Feeling
the adrenaline?” Renée asked.

“Yes,
ma'am.”

Renée
motioned for Kacey to approach them.

“Kacey,
I've been too easy on you because of the way your sisters joined us
and the fact that you're not part of our initial group of five. Julie
is though and she knows the importance of compliance. Ashley can kick
my ass and has, but she, too, knows the importance. We five have had
our differences over the years, but my four friends all want to
please me. Isn't that right, ladies?”

“Yes,
Renée,” they answered in unison. Her situation had
become similar to Charles Manson's cult following.

“Kacey,
if you want to be a part of my group, our group, you will need to
want to please me, too. If you want me to let Julie continue to stay
with you, you will need to be a part of this group. Understand?”

“Yes,
Renée. I'm sorry about before. I do so want to please you.
I've already shown a sincere effort at pleasing each of you at the
tastings. At our last sex party, I even had sex with my own sister's
husband just to please you.”

“And
now today you've denied me, Kacey.”

Kacey
appeared on the verge of crying as she knelt down onto both knees and
looked up pleadingly into Renée's eyes. “Please don't
take Julie away from me. I'd like to do that striptease for you now,
Renée. May I, please?”

“No,
you've ruined the mood, but never again deny me. Okay?”

She nodded
yes.

Renée
motioned for Julie to come and join them. The others were still on
their hands and knees. Briana remained standing at her side, holding
the loaded pistol. Both Julie and Renée could see that the
safety was on; Briana had no clue.

“Julie,
you made this girl get pregnant!”

“I
did it for you, Renée.”

“Okay
then, the two of us made her pregnant, and she's standing here
holding a fully-loaded pistol,” said Renée. Both turned
and looked at Briana.

“Well?”
Renée asked the sex slave.

Both knew
they could get the pistol away from her if necessary, but each wanted
to test her reaction.

“Well,
I just want to say 'thank you'. Juliette is the light of my life
because of you. I'm indebted to you, both of you.”

“Place
the weapon back into my holster, girl.”

She did.

“Julie,
I like her attitude. How obedient has she been?”

“Totally;
we're both very pleased!” She went on to share explicit details
of the sex IOU, the subsequent party where Briana had gotten
pregnant, and the signed slavery agreement.

“Okay,
keep this one. Teach her to shoot just as we taught you in Thailand.
She's hereby designated as our new recruit,” announced Renée.
“Tell her about our tasting party at the cabin. I think we'll
make that our traditional initiation ceremony for new recruits after
their first kill. It seems to do wonders for group bonding.”

Renée
looked down at Kacey, still beside them on her knees. “The next
time we are together privately, Kacey, I will need some reassurance
about our relationship.”

“Yes,
ma'am. I do so want to please you and be part of the team. I'll
eagerly do anything for you, anything at all!”

“I
want you to seduce me, perhaps even buy me roses. It won't be this
week or next month, but when the time comes, you will do so with
heartfelt enthusiasm and for an extended period of time.” They
stared into one another's eyes with great intensity as Renée
ran her fingers through Kacey's blonde hair, then she ran her thumb
tenderly across her lips.

Kacey
responded by suggestively licking and sucking on it.

“Okay,
enough of this girlie silliness. Let's go, ladies. You all have your
instructions. I'll be in touch.” With that, she left the room,
followed by her three companions right behind. The younger contingent
breathed a sigh of relief at their departure.

Five
minutes later, Renée was back, this time she was alone.

“I
was wrong, Kacey. You haven't ruined the mood. I can't wait. I want
you now!”

“Should
the rest of us stay or go?” asked Julie.

“Take
the kid on an extended picnic, or to a movie. Make it a double
feature. Give us about six hours,” ordered Renée.

As
soon as they were gone, Renée steered her toward the bedroom.

“Shall
I do the striptease for you now?” Kacey shyly asked.

“No,
we'll undress each other this time.” Renée slowly
unbuttoned Kacey's blouse and slid it off her back. She tenderly
removed her bra, and then gently pushed Kacey onto her back on the
bed. She undid Kacey's jeans, grabbed them by the cuffs and eased
them off her, leaving her wearing only a pair of pink panties, then
stood back a moment to admire the scene.