The Hitwoman

WARNING!! THIS STORY CONTAINS SOME GRAPHIC CONTENT OF BOTH A VIOLENT AND SEXUAL NATURE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

(This story is quite different from anything I have ever written or tried to write. It is about the professional and private life of a professional hitwoman)

Tina Gregory lay basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, a dreamy smile on her face. She reached down and stroked the blonde hair of the woman who had brought her to ecstasy as the woman moved from between her legs to lay beside her. Tina reached over to the nightstand to her right and grabbed a pack of cigarettes. She pulled one out and offered it to her lover, who accepted it, and then got one for herself. She picked up the lighter and lit both cigarettes. She then picked up the ashtray and placed it between herself and her lover.

Tina was twenty-five and worked as an accountant at a large corporation. She was beautiful, had long red hair, and green eyes. She was bisexual and loved sex anytime, anyplace, with anyone. She would often hit the bars after work looking for a suitable partner for the night. That was what happened this particular Friday night. She was feeling very horny and wanted to pick up a hot guy. She really felt like having a huge dick pounding her pussy after she had given the guy the best blow job he ever had. However, Tina had found this woman to be irresistible.

The woman was somewhat older than Tina, not that age mattered to the redhead, but she was gorgeous. She was five feet, six inches, with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes that could easily hypnotize whoever stared at them. Her form-fitting red dress highlighted her curves and showed off her large breasts. Tina was immediately enamored with her. She struck up a conversation with the woman and the two instantly hit it off.

After talking for more than an hour, the two left the bar hand in hand, and walked the several blocks to Tina’s apartment. The two talked as they walked. Tina revealed to the woman that she had recently come into a substantial amount of money and would soon be leaving the city for a new life in the tropics. The woman told her of a recent breakup and how she was just happy to have found someone as hot and sexy as Tina for the night.

Once back at Tina’s apartment, the two had quickly shed their clothes and were soon pleasuring each other. Over the next two hours, they took turns bringing each other to orgasm several times.

Now they lay on the bed smoking their cigarettes, smiling at one another.

“You’re really good,” the woman told Tina. “It’s too bad you’re moving away. I wouldn’t mind seeing you again and repeating this fun night.”

“We may be able to do this again,” Tina said as she exhaled some smoke from her nose. “I still have a few things to arrange before I move.”

“That money you got must have been quite the windfall,” said the blonde woman as she exhaled smoke. “I mean, it’s enough that you are able to make a move to the tropics.”

“Oh, it was big,” bragged Tina with a smile. “It was north of twenty-five million dollars.”

“Wow,” the woman exclaimed. “I hope you have it secured away somewhere.”

“Oh, I do,” Tina said as she picked up a small book from her nightstand. “All of the account information and passwords are right here, safe and secure.”

“That’s all I needed to know,” the woman said as she quickly and unexpectedly pulled a sharp knife from under her pillow and thrust it into Tina’s upper abdomen and twisted it, shredding her aorta and piercing her diaphragm.

The woman snatched the book from Tina’s hand and watched as the redhead bled out, unable to even take a breath.

“You should have known better than to embezzle money from your boss, Tina,” said the woman. “She doesn’t take kindly to thieves stealing from her. And she is connected to the mob, which is why I am here. Now I have the information as to where the money is located, and you will be dead in less than a minute.”

She watched as Tina struggled unsuccessfully to draw a breath and saw the life rapidly fading from her eyes. In a few moments, Tina Gregory was dead.

The blonde woman flipped through Tina’s little book and confirmed that all of the needed information was there. She went to the bathroom and thoroughly washed the blood off her hands, then got dressed. She pulled a secure phone from her purse and called a number.

“This is number seven,” she said when the call was answered. “The job is done. She’s been taken care of, and the information has been retrieved and secured and will be delivered to the designated drop in thirty minutes. Send the cleanup crew to her apartment.”

She walked back over to the bed and looked at Tina’s corpse, the murder weapon still protruding from redhead’s abdomen. The woman thought it was unfortunate that someone so young and so beautiful had made the mistake of stealing from the wrong woman. She leaned over and softly kissed the cheek of her latest victim.

“Goodbye sweetie,” she said softly. “You were damned good in the sack, baby. By the way, my real name is Andrea Russell, and I’m a professional hitwoman in case you were wondering.”

She then left the apartment and headed to the drop location to deliver the information she had retrieved.

* * *

Andrea awakened the next morning to the smell of bacon frying. She inhaled the odor deeply and let out a sigh. She loved the smell of frying bacon. She always thought that was the best smell in the world. That and a newly opened can of coffee. The forty-year-old blonde stretched and got out of bed.

She walked into the kitchen where she stood at the doorway and watched as her wife Triniti fixed breakfast while fully nude, as she often liked to do. Triniti was a thirty-eight-year-old black woman. She was six feet, two inches tall and had played basketball for a small school when she was in college. Her long hair was dyed a dark red and was currently up in a bun. She was curvy but not fat. Andrea particularly liked looking at her shapely ass.

She walked up behind Triniti, stood on her tip-toes, and kissed the back of her neck as she squeezed her wife’s ass cheeks amd made them bounce.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Andrea said.

“Good morning yourself, sexy,” replied Triniti. “You got in late last night. Did the photo shoot go longer than expected?”

Andrea had kept her true profession secret from her wife. Her other career as a photographer was a good cover for her more nefarious activities. She was often able to use the photographer work as an excuse when she had to travel for a hit. It gave her a legitimate reason for being in the vicinity when her target was killed. The authorities never connected her to any of the murders, and her wife never questioned her sudden travel plans. Plus, keeping the secret from Triniti protected both of them. If word somehow got back to her employer that she had told Triniti what she truly did for a living, both their lives would be in danger. And protecting the love of her life was her number one priority.

“Yeah,” answered Andrea. “You know how those models can be. Sometimes they just can’t give you the look you need to get the money shot.”

“That’s too bad,” Triniti said with a smirk. “I sat here waiting for you, alone in the dark, buck naked, until midnight when I finally had to go to bed. I had a special night planned for you, too. And you missed it.”

“We can do it now,” a sultry voiced Andrea replied as she opened her robe and let it fall to the floor, revealing her naked, sexy body. “Better late than never, right?”

Triniti turned around and she and Andrea kissed passionately. The taller Triniti wrapped her arms around her wife and pulled her closer, lifting her feet off the floor, their nude bodies rubbing against one another. Andrea moaned in pleasure and anticipation. She loved her wife more than life itself and loved surrendering her body to her.

“I wish we could, babe,” Triniti said as she reluctantly broke the kiss. “But I have to go into work for a meeting this morning.”

“On Saturday?” pouted Andrea.

“You know how crazy IT stuff can be,” Triniti replied with a shrug. “When something breaks, they need to call in someone really good to fix it. And most of the time that’s me.”

Triniti was a senior programmer and trouble shooter for a large IT company with clients all over the world. She was often called in at all hours to fix some problem or another. And she was often sent to other cities and countries on short notice when her expertise was required. She was very good at her job and was paid well for her services.

Andrea understood but wasn’t happy about it. She and Triniti kissed again then she went to their bedroom to get dressed while her wife finished cooking. As she was picking out her ensemble for the day, Andrea heard a beep on her cellphone. It was her work cellphone. She could hear Triniti still working in the kitchen, so she picked up the phone and read the message.

Number seven. I have a new assignment for you. Come to my office this morning at ten for the details. Number one.

Damn, Andrea thought. Another job already? I just finished the last one a few hours ago.

Andrea acknowledged the message and finished dressing for the day. She returned to the kitchen just as Triniti was placing the plates of food on the table. She had cooked omelets with cheese, mushrooms, sausage, and onions, in addition to the sides of bacon, hashbrowns, and buttered toast. She had also poured a glass of orange juice and a cup of coffee for both of them.

“You know, Andrea,” Triniti said as she sat down. “The only bad part about frying bacon while nude is that damned grease splatters all over and seems to target sensitive places!”

“Oh, you love it!” Andrea teased with a smirk and a laugh. “Otherwise, you would stop doing it. You love the pain. You’ve always been a bit of a masochist, just like your adoring and adorable wife!”

“I can’t argue with that!” Triniti said with a laugh of her own.

The two ate and chatted about normal everyday things for more than twenty minutes. When they were finished, Andrea cleared the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher and started it while Triniti showered and dressed. When she was finished, she grabbed her purse and headed for the door to leave for her work meeting. Andrea picked up her own purse and walked toward the door as well.

“I’ll walk out with you,” she told Triniti. “My boss at the modeling agency texted me and wants to meet. She probably has questions about last night’s shoot.”

The two walked out of the house, kissed, then headed to their respective cars and drove to their meetings.

* * *

Andrea walked into her boss’s office at the modeling agency at precisely ten o’clock. The woman, Lori Cuneo, not only owned the modeling agency, but she was also the head of an elite assassination/murder for hire team consisting of only women. None of the killers working for her knew who else was also employed by her for that purpose. She preferred that they not know for their own protection as well as hers.

Lori was forty-five, stood five feet, five inches, and weighed one hundred-fifty pounds. She had light brown hair that was starting to turn gray and had brown eyes. She was still very pretty but she was not the beauty she had once been. Age lines were beginning to show on her face, and she had put on some weight. Even though she was a little past her prime, she still struck fear in the killers who worked for her.

Lori had begun her career as a hired killer when she was eighteen. And she was ruthless. She had even murdered her own older sister when she snitched on a mutual friend who robbed a convenience store. She caught the attention of several mob figures who put her to work in their organization. She quickly rose through the ranks and was soon the number two woman in the female assassin’s section. She became number one when she assassinated her boss. The powers that be thought the woman was going to turn state’s evidence and ordered Lori to take her out. And she took her out. Literally. She tossed the woman off the balcony of her penthouse apartment, twenty floors above the street.

That was fifteen years ago. She had ruled her section with an iron hand ever since. If she suspected even a hint of disloyalty, or any hesitancy when given a job, or a slip of the tongue to the wrong person, she would have that woman very quickly eliminated. Andrea had been assigned to kill three colleagues herself over the years. The general rule for her employees was: Don’t ever fuck with Lori Cuneo. You wouldn’t live to regret it.

Andrea walked into Lori’s office where the woman gestured for her to sit.

“Nice job with that bitch last night,” Lori told her. “Our client was pleased to get the information you retrieved and has already recouped the money that was stolen from her.”

“Thank you, number one,” Andrea replied. “The target was a rather shallow and stupid girl. It was quite easy to get her to tell me where the information was located. The idiot liked to brag too much.”

Lori just shook her head and chuckled.

“Anyway,” Lori said as she handed a folder to Andrea. “On to new business. This is your next target, Maci Martin, age twenty-two. She is from San Diego originally and was the girlfriend of a major drug trafficker. She cut a deal with the feds and testified against him in exchange for immunity and relocation into the Witness Protection Program. Yesterday, our informants found out where she is.”

Andrea read the file on Maci as Lori continued the briefing.

“She is currently living in a rural, somewhat swampy area outside of New Orleans,” continued Lori. “She is living under the name of Ariana Dupree and does not have live-in Marshall protection. She didn’t want them, and they believed she was hidden away deeply enough that she couldn’t be found. They were wrong.”

“They often are,” Andrea said with a grin. “Sometimes they make it almost too easy for us.”

“Your assignment, of course, is to make her disappear permanently,” Lori told her. “The method of her demise is up to you, the client has no preference, they simply want her dead. Once completed, the client will pay you a bonus of one million dollars in addition to our normal fee. The family of her ex-boyfriend really want this girl dead.”

“Then she soon will be,” Andrea said with grim determination. “I’ll see to it.”

“You fly out to Louisiana Monday morning at six,” said Lori. “Your hotel and car rental reservations have been made and a safe gun will be waiting in your room in one of the usual hiding places.”

“Sounds good, boss,” Andrea replied. “I’ll contact you when the job is completed.”

“I know you will,” Lori said. “Good hunting.”

Andrea stood and left the office. As she drove home, she thought about the best way to take out her target when she found her. Suddenly, an idea struck her, and she began to smile. That would be perfect, she thought to herself. Maci will be dead, and nobody would ever find her body. I just need to find what I want when I get there.

* * *

When Andrea arrived home a short time later, her wife was already back home, reclining on the couch watching college football. Triniti had always loved sports and had been quite athletic in her youth. She had excelled in softball and volleyball in addition to the basketball she played in college. Though very athletic, she also loved showing her feminine side, often going to parties and bars wearing very revealing outfits when she was younger. She had considered herself bisexual back then and often hooked up with guys and girls, until she met Andrea fifteen years earlier. The much smaller blonde virtually swept Triniti off her feet and the two quickly fell in love and had been together ever since.

“Bad news, hon,” Andrea said as she walked in and kissed Triniti. “I have to go to Louisiana on Monday for another shoot in New Orleans. It shouldn’t take more than a day or two.”

“I can’t really complain,” replied Triniti. “I have to fly to Denver Monday morning. One of our clients is having some major computer issues and my boss thinks I’m the only one who can handle it. Or rather, handle the client. They are freaking out over this.”

“That happens sometimes,” Andrea said as she walked into the bedroom. “People sometimes just freak out when they don’t really need to. And then you have to come along and hold their hand and tell them everything will be alright. I have to do that a lot with the models I work with.”

Andrea came back into the living room completely naked and stood looking at Triniti.

“I think we need to get busy,” Andrea said seductively. “We only have about forty hours for you to have your way with me and dominate me before we have to leave on our flights.”

Triniti jumped up, grabbed Andrea, pulled her back down to the couch and began sucking on her tits. Andrea squealed with joy.

“The only problem… with that…” Triniti panted as she alternated sucking back and forth on Andrea’s tits. “Is that I’m not… going to… dominate you… this time… You’re going to… tie my big black ass… to the bed… and fuck my brains out!”

The two quickly scurried to the bedroom where Triniti quickly undressed and got onto the bed while Andrea pulled out the appropriate toys and accessories she intended to use on her wife. This included a large strap-on dildo that she put on and secured around herself. She knew she would probably wear it until the two got ready for their flights Monday morning.

Before long, Triniti was secured spread-eagle to their bed. Her arms and legs tightly secured to the four corner posts by sturdy but comfortable scarves. Andrea placed a ball gag in her wife’s mouth and put a blindfold over her eyes. She thought Triniti looked so sexy all tied up and helpless like she was. The two women never tired of playing games like this and even though Triniti was by far the larger and stronger of the two, she loved feeling helpless and controlled by Andrea.

Andrea was soon fucking her helpless wife with the strap-on. She loved hearing the muffled moans Triniti made around the ball gag, especially her screams of ecstasy when she orgasmed. The couple spent the next thirty hours playing their sex games. Andrea occasionally removed the ball gag from Triniti’s mouth and made her suck on the dildo and eat Andrea’s pussy, and a couple of times she placed another strap-on around her lover so she could mount it and orgasm herself.

They truly loved the sex games they played. And they deeply loved one another. Though they had been together as a couple for fifteen years, and married for ten, their love was just as strong now as it was at the beginning, maybe even more so.

On Monday morning the women arose early, showered together, then dressed and headed for the airport. They kissed goodbye on the concourse and headed for their planes.

* * *

Twenty-four hours after arriving in Louisiana, Andrea was ready to put her plan into motion. She had already located her target, Maci Martin, AKA Ariana Dupree, and found the perfect spot to eliminate her.

The cabin where Maci lived was very isolated. Andrea had been watching her for two hours and had seen only one car go by on the road that passed near her front door. It would have been a simple matter to sneak into the cabin, shoot her, and be done with it, but Andrea wanted to try something different. She wanted to kill Maci in a way she had never killed before. And she enjoyed coming up with ways to kill that she had never tried.

She watched as the young brunette exited the cabin and began working on her flower garden. Andrea sneaked up behind her without the woman hearing her and pointed her pistol at her.

“Hello, Maci,” Andrea said. “A lot of people have been looking for you,”

The young woman jumped and turned toward the voice. Her brown eyes widened with fright as she saw the pistol pointed at her. She had been found. The Marshall’s had promised her it wouldn’t happen, but it had. She knew she was about to die.

“Oh, my God!” Maci exclaimed. “Please don’t shoot me! Please!”

“If you cooperate,” Andrea said with a smile. “And do exactly as I say, I will not shoot you. I promise. But you have to do exactly what I tell you to do. If not you’ll either get a bullet in the back or a bullet between the eyes.”

“I promise,” Maci said, her voice quaking with fear. “I’ll do whatever you say.”

And Maci did exactly what Andrea told her. The assassin marched her across the narrow, paved road to a rarely used path where she made the young woman walk for nearly a mile, deep into a marshy, swampy area. When the two came to the spot Andrea had picked out, she ordered Maci to stop.

“You lied,” Maci said as she turned toward Andrea. “You are going to shoot me, aren’t you?”

“I said I wouldn’t, and I won’t,” Andrea said as she pulled out a two-foot length of rope. “Now turn around and put your hands behind your back.”

Maci complied and Andrea soon had the woman’s wrists secured tightly behind her. She then turned Maci around to face her. Andrea was smiling at the woman in anticipation of what was about to happen.

“I promised I wouldn’t shoot you and I won’t,” a still smiling Andrea told the frightened Maci. “But I am a hitwoman. I kill people. That’s my job. It’s what I do. And I am going to kill you but in a way I have never used before.”

Before Maci could reply, Andrea gave her a powerful shove and pushed the startled and frightened woman into a large patch of quicksand.

Andrea watched with satisfaction as the young woman struggled with all her might against the quicksand. She had done her research and knew that the more the victim struggled, the quicker they sank due to the makeup of the quicksand. If the quicksand stopped being disturbed, it would solidify enough that the person would stop sinking. Andrea was certain that Maci would not know that and would continue to struggle frantically until she was completely submerged.

And that was exactly what happened.

Maci’s struggles were to no avail as her body inexorably began to sink. She kicked her legs, shook her torso from side to side, and moved her bound hands frantically in a vain effort to reach safety. The quicksand soon reached her breasts, then her neck. She looked up at the grinning Andrea.

“Please help me,” Maci begged the hitwoman. “I don’t want to die like this!”

“You should have thought about that before you testified against your boyfriend,” laughed Andrea. “It’s too late now, bitch!”

Seconds later, Maci’s head went under, her brown hair the last part of her to disappear into the muck. A few air bubbles continued to break the surface for a couple of minutes, then the entire quicksand patch became still. Maci had succumbed to death by quicksand. And Andrea had enjoyed watching it happen.

Andrea stayed by the quicksand for nearly an hour, just to be certain her target was dead and didn’t resurface. Her eyes kept a sharp lookout for any people or alligators that might wander by. She finally left and returned to her rental car which was parked about two miles from Maci’s cabin.

Once in the car, Andrea picked up her secure phone and made the required call.

“The is number seven,” she said when it was answered. “The target has been eliminated… No. A cleanup crew will not be required… Because she’s at the bottom of a quicksand patch. There are hundreds of them around here. She’ll never be found.”

* * *

Two days later, both Andrea and Triniti had returned from their trips and were making out on the floor of a hotel room like a couple of randy teens. The two had called their respective employers and had gotten permission to take the rest of that day as well as Friday off. They took advantage of the time off to book a quick vacation away from the bustle of the city.

The wives didn’t venture out of their hotel room much, though they did go to the pool for an hour each day. Mostly, the two just stayed in the room, wrapped in each other’s arms, enjoying the moment without any distractions or interruptions or any calls from work. They simply enjoyed the peace and quiet and just being with each other, giving and receiving pleasure from the one they loved.

When they returned home late Sunday night, Andrea received a text from Lori, number one. She had a new assignment to give her.

The next day, Andrea walked into Lori’s office and sat down. Lori closed and locked the door behind her, which was unusual. Andrea suddenly tensed up, all her senses on full alert for possible danger. Number one had an unusually serious look on her face.

“I have a big assignment for you number seven,” she said. “Top secret. Very sensitive. And very dangerous for you if not done right.”

“I understand,” Andrea said, grasping the meaning behind Lori’s last sentence.

If she failed in her assignment or was caught, she would be immediately killed to prevent her capture. That meant the assignment was most likely a high-profile assassination.

“I accept the assignment,” Andrea told her boss, knowing any other response would not have been good for her. “I’m ready to be briefed.”

“Good,” Lori replied. “We have been hired to assassinate Mayor Diana Hawkins.”

Andrea couldn’t help herself. She let out an involuntary audible gasp. Lori looked at her coldly, with a hint of anger in her eyes.

“Does that bother you, number seven?” asked number one.

“N… no. N… not at all,” she stuttered. “The target just surprised me a bit. I wasn’t expecting it to be someone as well known and popular as she is. I even voted for her in the last election.”

“Well, she pissed off the wrong people with her latest crackdown on the sex business,” Lori said sternly. “And we’ve been tasked with eliminating her.”

“Understood,” Andrea said. “That… that won’t be a problem. Just tell me when and where and I’ll take care of it.”

Lori spent the next twenty minutes going over Mayor Hawkin’s itinerary for the next two days and it was decided that she would be killed publicly on Wednesday while she delivered a speech at a downtown park. There were plenty of possible places for Andrea to set up her sniper’s nest. She would put a bullet through the mayor’s head from long range and be gone before anyone could discover where the shot had come from.

“This is big, number seven,” Lori told her as she wrapped up the meeting. “I don’t need to tell you what will happen if you fail.”

“I understand,” Andrea replied with a slight look of regret on her face. “I will take care of it.”

After Andrea left the office, Lori stood up and walked to her window. She watched as her most reliable hitwoman left the building, entered her car, and drove away. Lori was bothered by Andrea’s initial reaction to the assignment. After standing at the window for several minutes, she turned around, closed the office door, and picked up her secure phone and made a call.

“Number twenty-one, this is number one,” Lori said when the call was answered. “We have a problem with number seven. She seemed somewhat reluctant to carry out her next assignment and you know that is something I will not tolerate. She is supposed to carry out this assignment at noon on Wednesday. Once she finishes it, I want you to eliminate her within forty-eight-hours of her finishing the job. Do you understand? Good! Do whatever you need to do to make sure she is dead, even if that means collateral damage.”

* * *

Two days later, Andrea lay perched on a camouflaged balcony nearly a half-mile from her target. As she peered through the scope on her sniper rifle, she could see her target, Mayor Diana Hawkins ascending the platform from where she was to give her speech. The pretty, forty-year-old woman was all smiles, completely oblivious to the fact that she was about to die.

Andrea took careful aim and made the final adjustments to her sites. She took a breath and squeezed the trigger. Nearly half a mile away, Diana Hawkins fell dead on the platform, a small hole in her forehead and a much larger exit hole in the back of her head.

Andrea quickly vacated the balcony and made her way to the exit vehicle. She was soon safely on her way out of the area. She picked up her secure phone and made the customary call.

“This is number seven,” she said. “The target has been eliminated.”

In her office, Lori confirmed the call from Andrea, then made a call of her own.

“Number twenty-one,” she said into the phone. “Your forty-eight-hours starts now. Get it done. Eliminate number seven.”

***

Later that night, Andrea sat quietly next to Triniti as they watched an old movie on television. She usually didn’t feel down after a hit, but this time was different. She had really liked the mayor and hated that she was the one who had murdered her. Triniti could tell something was bothering her wife, so she slowly started some foreplay with her, hoping to brighten her mood.

She teased Andrea’s nipples through her top, nibbled on her ear, and kissed and licked her neck. Triniti then leaned over and kissed Andrea softly, tenderly on her lips as she caressed her cheeks and stroked her blonde hair. At first Andrea didn’t respond, but slowly she began to kiss her wife back as she allowed Triniti to lay her on the couch and begin grinding on her.

Andrea was soon responding enthusiastically to Triniti’s advances, her mood improving dramatically. Triniti always knew how to make her feel better. And tonight was no exception.

“I wondered what I needed to do to bring you out of your funk,” the beautiful Triniti told her. “You were looking and acting very depressed for a while.”

“Yeah,” Andrea said softly. “I was feeling kind of down for a while, but you always know how to make me feel better. I love you so much!”

“And I love you, too, babe,” Triniti replied. “More than you can ever know.”

“Triniti,” Andrea whispered. “Please, dominate me tonight. Tie me to the bed, blindfold me, use me, abuse me, rape me. Do anything you want to me. I just want to be dominated by you so much. I love it when you hurt me and fuck me and do all kinds of things to me. Please, sweetie, dominate me and use me as your bondage slave and sex slave tonight!”

“You know I can’t say no to you,” Triniti smiled sheepishly. “You know I’ll do what you ask, maybe even more.”

“Oh, I love the sound of that,” Andrea cooed. “I can’t wait to see what you do to me.”

The two wives quickly made their way to the bedroom, shedding their clothes as they went. Both women were soon naked, and Trinity quickly gathered the toys she needed to dominate Andrea.

“Alright blondie,” Triniti said menacingly getting into character. “Tonight, you’re gonna be my bitch! You’re going to be dominated like you’ve never been dominated before!”

She slapped Andrea across the face, picked her up, and literally tossed her on the bed. Andrea was startled at first, then broke into a huge grin. She loved it when Triniti got rough with her. She thought the pain was exquisite! This was going to be great!

Triniti hopped onto the bed, straddled the smaller Andrea, and pinned her to the mattress. She tied a silk scarf tightly around her right wrist then secured it to the top of the headboard. She then did the same to the left wrist. She took two more scarves and secured her ankles to the corner posts of the footboard, leaving Andrea’s shaved pussy wide open. Triniti placed a large blindfold over her wife’s eyes, blocking out all light from the now helpless woman.

She grabbed a small, short whip and began striking Andrea’s pussy with it. The blonde woman yelped in a mixture of pain and pleasure with each blow. She loved it. She struggled but was held fast by the restraints. Her favorite part was not being able to see what Triniti was going to do next.

What was next was nipple clamps. They felt mildly uncomfortable to Andrea when Triniti placed them on her, but not bad. Then, Trinity increased their pressure and Andrea screamed in pain.

“Oh, God, yes, Dominatrix,” Andrea sobbed. “They hurt so good! Make them tighter! Tighter! TIGHTER!”

And Triniti did. She also smiled when Andrea called her “Dominatrix.” She really liked that. It meant that Andrea had fully immersed herself in their role-playing sex game.

A few minutes later, Triniti quickly placed a strap-on dildo on herself and secured it in place. She slowly lowered it toward Andrea’s very wet pussy and inserted it.

“Time to fuck you brains out, my helpless little slave bitch!” Triniti growled.

“Oh, yes, Mistress,” Andrea said, completely into the role playing. “Please fuck me, Mistress! Please fuck me.”

Over the next thirty minutes, Triniti brought Andrea to orgasm three times. And Triniti herself orgasmed twice.

“Do you like this, my helpless little bondage slut?” she asked after Andrea’s third orgasm.

“Oh, God, yes, Mistress!” panted Andrea. “I want more, please, Mistress. Punish me more! I deserve whatever you do to me, Mistress! I am nothing but your helpless little slave! I love you so much, Mistress!”

Andrea did truly love being dominated by Triniti. She loved calling her Mistress and wished that she could live as a bondage and sex slave for her all the time. Despite the fact that Andrea was a ruthless hitwoman, this was the side of her personality that she most enjoyed.

“Please, Mistress,” Andrea continued. “Punish me more, Mistress. Please hurt me so good!”

“As you wish, slut!” Triniti said as she continued to pound her wife’s pussy with the dildo. “Lift your head.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Andrea replied as she lifted her head and felt Triniti place a silk scarf around the back of her neck.

“Oh, my God, yes, Mistress,” Andrea said excitedly as she felt Triniti tighten the scarf around her neck and squeeze her throat. “Tighter! Tighter! Tight…”

Andrea adored breath-play. She loved having her airway constricted, obstructed, or blocked by a rope, duct tape, a hand, an arm, Triniti’s ass, a plastic bag, a dildo shoved deep into her throat, or whatever her wife wanted to use, not knowing for certain if Triniti was going to release her. But this time, something wasn’t quite right and her last attempt to say the word tighter had been cut off. Triniti was pulling the scarf much tighter around her neck than she normally did, causing Andrea to panic and squirm, shaking her head from side-to-side in a vain effort to relieve the pressure on her neck.

“Too… tight…” gasped Andrea as she found breathing nearly impossible. “Too… tight… Please… stop… Trin…”

Her last word, Triniti’s name, was cut off as Triniti pulled the scarf as tightly as she could, completely cutting off all air to the shocked, confused, and disbelieving Andrea. Was Triniti really trying to kil her? Tears formed in Triniti’s eyes and began to flow down her cheeks as she pulled the scarf as tight as she could as she slowly strangled her wife to death. She was thankful she had placed a blindfold on Andrea when they started their game. She knew she couldn’t bear to see the fear, pain, and betrayal that was certainly in her wife’s eyes by this point.

“I’m so sorry baby,” Triniti told her wife as she continued to fuck her and strangle the life out of her. “But I have orders to kill you. You didn’t know this because I hid it from you all these years, but I’m a hitwoman, too, just like you are. Well, like you were, since you are obviously being terminated now. I even work for the same boss you work for, Lori Cuneo. And she told me she wants you dead so that’s why I am killing you. And you know as well as I do that you don’t refuse an assignment from her.”

Andrea was panicking inside her head as she tried to process what was happening to her and what she was hearing. Could it really be true? Her own wife Triniti was also a hitwoman? And she had been ordered to kill Andrea? By the very same woman Andrea had worked for? Andrea tried to fight back but she was helpless against the completely unexpected and soon to be deadly attack by Triniti. The sex game the two had been playing had left her completely open and vulnerable and unable to fight back, not to mention the fact that Andrea was much smaller and weaker than her wife.

Triniti refused to loosen the scarf as she continued to fuck Andrea with the dildo, thrusting the sex toy harder and harder into her helpless wife’s pussy. Andrea struggled as best she could, but her hands were too tightly secured to the headboard and Triniti’s body weight pinned her body to the bed. Andrea’s mouth opened and closed over and over like a fish out of water, unable to draw any air through her tightly constricted trachea. She kicked her legs and bucked her body as best she could, but it was no use. Triniti held all the advantage and Andrea was completely helpless to prevent her wife from killing her. All she could do was lay there as her wife snuffed out her life.

After several minutes of being roughly strangled and fucked, Andrea was rocked by the most intense, massive orgasm that she had ever felt. The pleasure and pain washed over her like a tidal wave. The tremendous orgasm sapped both her remaining strength and her will to fight. Her movements began to slow, her bucking ceased, and her legs stopped kicking. Her hands finally went limp in their restraints with only an occasional involuntary muscle twitch in her fingers. Finally, mercifully, her heart stopped beating shortly after the orgasm ceased.

Andrea Russell, an award-winning photographer, devoted, loving, and protective wife to Triniti, and feared professional hitwoman, was dead, murdered in her own bed by her own wife, who had turned out to be a professional hitwoman just like Andrea. In the fifteen years they had been together, Andrea had kept her secret life carefully hidden from Triniti to protect her from all of the bad that she was involved in, just to discover as she died that Triniti knew all along what she was and what she did and that she also was a hitwoman, just like Andrea. The blonde woman had never seen it coming.

Once Triniti was certain that Andrea was dead, she withdrew the dildo from her latest victim’s pussy, got off her wife’s body, and stood up from the bed, leaving the scarf tightly wrapped and securely tied around her neck just to be sure. Still naked and wearing the strap-on, she reached into her purse, pulled out a secure phone, and called a number to another secure phone.

“This is number twenty-one,” she said in a professional tone into the phone when the call was answered. “Number seven has been eliminated as ordered… Yes, I’m sure. She is dead. I’m staring at her lifeless body right now. Send the cleanup crew to dispose of the body. Have them sterilize the entire place while they are at it. I won’t be returning here.”

When the call ended, she walked back over to the bed and looked down at the body of her dead wife, the woman she had loved more than any other. She removed the blindfold from Andrea’s face and looked at her. Her blue eyes stared off into oblivion, completely lifeless. Triniti wept. She had loved Andrea more than anyone she had ever known, and she had killed her. She hated herself for it but knew she had no choice. That was the life both she and Andrea had chosen. She knew that Andrea would have killed her if the situation were reversed, but that didn’t assuage her guilt over betraying and murdering her beloved wife.

“We had a great run, babe,” Triniti said as the tears continued to flow. “I wish I hadn’t had to kill you, but in this business, you do what you’re told, without question. And you did question this last hit of yours. That was your fatal mistake, babe. Never question your boss or make her think that you are questioning her. She believed you did it by showing hesitation to kill the target, so she ordered me to eliminate you. Once Lori gave me the order, I had no choice but to do what she said and kill you. If I hadn’t killed you, she would have sent someone to take us both out. And I want to live for a while longer, though I am aware that sooner or later she’ll most likely send someone after me, too, and I know I’ll end up just as dead as you are. That’s how it is in this line of work.”

The still naked Triniti removed the strap-on dildo she was wearing and dropped it onto the belly of her wife’s corpse. The cleanup crew would take care of that, too, along with everything ese in the house. She quickly dressed, stuffed a few things she needed into a small suitcase, glanced once more at her dead wife, saddened by the knowledge that the cleanup crew would soon have her cremated and her ashes scattered who knows where. She then left the home she had shared with her for the last time and never looked back.

* * *

Six months later, Triniti’s prediction about someone eventually coming after her came true, much sooner than the sexy black woman had anticipated. As she lounged in her living room, stretched out naked on the couch, a beautiful young brown-haired woman sneaked into the small house. Triniti didn’t hear her or see her until it was too late. She had just taken a long drag from her cigarette and exhaled the smoke when she saw the woman standing ten feet from her with a silencer pistol pointed at her. Triniti barely had time to gasp in surprise when the woman fired a shot directly into the hitwoman’s heart. Triniti was killed instantly. She hadn’t even had time to reach for her own pistol sitting on a table three feet from her.

The woman walked up to Triniti’s corpse and smiled. Triniti’s eyes were still open in surprise but were now as lifeless as the rest of her body. The woman raised her silenced pistol and fired another shot into her heart and one into her forehead, just to be sure. Triniti’s body jerked from the impact of the bullets but there was no other reaction. There was no doubt she was dead. The woman smiled again and pulled out her secure phone and made a call.

“This is number fifteen,” she said when the call was answered. “Number twenty-one has been eliminated as ordered… Yeah, she’s definitely dead. Two shots to the heart and one to the forehead. She had no chance against me, just as I predicted. Send the cleanup crew to dispose of her body and sterilize the house.”

The woman turned and left the house, leaving Triniti’s cooling corpse on the couch awaiting the cleanup crew and her own anonymous cremation.