DISCLAIMER: This is pure fiction. The violent fantasies and attitudes toward women in this story must only exist in the world of fiction. Please don’t take anything in this story as an endorsement of real-life misogyny.
Please do distribute any feedback you might have because I’d love to improve my writing. I build these stories mostly for my own enjoyment, but I’d love to make them more enjoyable for you as well ❤
If you like shorter stories you can skip straight to Part 5 😉 Choose your own adventure.
# Part 1
Sweat dripped down Juliette’s pale skin as she mercilessly assaulted the black leather punching bag. Her long, fiery red hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, allowing her piercing green eyes to focus on her target. She was a vision of raw power and sensuality. Her line of work required an extraordinary level of physical fitness.
Her toned arms flexed with each thunderous punch, her breasts heaving with each breath, barely contained by her tight sports bra. The muscles in her long legs rippled as she launched a series of devastating kicks, each one landing with the force of a sledgehammer. The large, perfect curve of her buttocks tightened and released rhythmically as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, a hypnotic dance of violence and grace.
She paused for a moment, catching her breath and wiping the sweat from her brow. Her body tingled with an intoxicating mixture of adrenaline and endorphins, the familiar post-workout high that she craved. But there was another hunger within her, one that could only be satisfied by the thrill of the hunt. She smirked, knowing that it was time to discover her next target.
Juliette stepped away from the punching bag and approached her laptop, which was perched on a nearby table. With practiced ease, she connected to the darkweb, her fingers flying over the keys as she navigated through the layers of encryption and security. It wasn’t long before she arrived at her destination: a darknet site where people made requests for assassins like her.
“Let’s see what we have here,” she murmured, her eyes scanning the list of available contracts. A bead of sweat trickled down her forehead, a reminder of the intense workout she had just completed. Each entry was accompanied by a brief description of the target, as well as the proposed fee. The numbers were enticing, but Juliette was more interested in the challenge – the bigger and more dangerous the prey, the more alive she felt. But despite providing her services for money, she had a strict code – she only killed men who, according to her, deserved it, and only if the pay was substantial. Rich, despicable men were her specialty, and she took pride in serving justice to those who had evaded it for far too long.
“Ah, there you are,” she whispered, her eyes locking onto a particular entry that piqued her interest: “Kill Gregory Keane.”
“Finally, a chance to make a real difference,” she wondered, her ruby-red lips curving into a determined smile. The anticipation stirred within her like a fire, heating up every inch of her lithe, lethal body. The power she held, knowing that she could bring men like Gregory to their knees, was intoxicating.
Her heart raced with excitement as she read the details. Gregory would be the highest-profile kill she had ever carried out, and she knew he was a despicable, misogynistic man, accused of sex trafficking. Corrupt judges at all times let him go in spite of the multiple accusations against him. She could feel the fire within her starting to burn even brighter.
She imagined the sensation of her hands around his throat, feeling the life drain out of him until his once-powerful body fell limp in her grasp. It sent a shiver down her spine, her raven-red hair cascading over her shoulders as she leaned forward. The thrill of the hunt was upon her once more, and she couldn’t wait to feel the satisfaction of another successful kill.
# Part 2
Juliette’s fingers trembled slightly as she clicked on the entry offering a bounty for Gregory’s head. The adrenaline coursing through her veins only made her more determined to see this through. As an experienced hitwoman, she had seen her distribute of depravity, but what she found in that entry made her stomach churn.
Tons of evidence were laid out before her, each piece pointing to Gregory Keane’s heinous sex trafficking activities. Her pale skin flushed with anger as she read the descriptions of what happened to the women who were kidnapped and vanished. They seemed to undergo a procedure by which they became mindless drones, their sole purpose being to sexually please their buyers. The wondered of these women being stripped of their autonomy, their humanity, fueled Juliette’s rage.
“God, this bastard needs to pay,” she muttered under her breath, her long red hair falling into her face as she leaned closer to the screen.
She opened a video labeled “auction” and immediately wished she hadn’t. The scene was horrifying – a row of women, dressed in skimpy lingerie that barely covered their bodies, stood side by side. Their blank expressions and vacant stares sent chills down Juliette’s spine. It was obvious that their cognitive functions had been erased, leaving them emotionally and mentally void.
“Jesus Christ…” Juliette whispered, her heart pounding in her chest as she took in the sight of the women, imagining the emptiness and despair they must have felt. A potent mixture of empathy and disgust flooded her senses.
“Look at them,” a voice off-screen said in the video, the tone cold and business-like. “All ready for sale. Let the bidding begin.”
“Five million,” came the first bid, followed quickly by another, and then another. The numbers grew higher, each bidder trying to outdo the last.
“Enough!” Juliette shouted, slamming her fist on the table and closing the video. Her breathing was ragged, her body tense with fury. She couldn’t stand to watch any more of that vile spectacle.
In that moment, Juliette knew that this wasn’t just another job. This was personal. She would make sure that Gregory paid the price for his crimes, and she would do it with pleasure.
# Part 3
Juliette stood on the balcony of her high-rise apartment, overlooking the cityscape as it sparkled beneath the moonlight. Her red hair cascaded down her back, a bright contrast to her pale skin.
Tonight, after months of careful planning, she would finally have her chance to kill Gregory Keane. The fundraiser he was hosting at his mansion provided the perfect opportunity. Mingling with the rich and popular, Juliette knew she could get close enough to strike.
As she prepared for the night ahead, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. She had been hired to take out Gregory, and she was determined to see the task through. The wondered of ending the life of such a despicable man ignited a fire within her.
“Time to get ready,” she murmured to herself, stepping away from the window.
Juliette stood in front of the mirror, admiring herself in the long, tight cut-out dress that hugged her every curve. The black fabric contrasted beautifully with her pale skin and red hair, while the daring slit exposed her toned leg almost to the hip. She slipped into her high-heeled open-toe sandals, the thin straps winding up her ankles like vines, accentuating the graceful lines of her legs. As she stepped out onto the sidewalk, she could feel the eyes of passersby lingering on her form, their gazes hungry and appreciative.
The fundraiser was teeming with celebrities, including movie stars, models, and sport stars all dressed to impress. The dimly lit ballroom filled with the soft murmur of conversation and laughter, as numerous stars conversed over the clink of glasses and the quiet background music.
“Wow, you look stunning,” one of the guests whispered as she passed by.
“Thank you,” Juliette replied coolly, not missing a beat. She thrived on these interactions, knowing that her beauty was just another weapon in her arsenal.
Her eyes scanned the crowd, searching for Gregory. As the CEO of Tech Innovations for Life, he was well-known and easily recognized. His graying hair and receding hairline did nothing to detract from his fit physique, but Juliette knew better than to be fooled by appearances. This man was the epitome of evil. Gregory Keane stood near the stage, surveying the room with a predatory gaze. His cold grey eyes scanned each woman in attendance, searching for potential victims to add to his lucrative company.
“Ah, there he is,” she muttered to herself as she spotted Gregory across the room, surrounded by a group of well-dressed admirers.
She weaved her way through the crowd, feeling the eyes of men and women alike on her body. The heat of their gazes was palpable. It seemed they couldn’t get enough of her firm breasts and large buttocks that so perfectly filled out her dress.
“Gregory Keane,” she purred as she approached him.
“Ah, hello,” he replied, an arrogant smile plastered on his face as he looked her up and down. “And you are?”
“The woman who is going to kill you,” she wondered, but instead extended her hand with a smile and said, “A fan.”
“Really? Well, I’m always happy to meet a beautiful woman who appreciates my work,” he smirked.
“Of course,” Juliette responded, hiding her disdain behind a seductive smile. “I’m quite familiar with your company’s impact on the healthcare sector.”
“Ah, then perhaps we should discuss it in more detail later in the evening,” he suggested, his eyes roaming over her body.
“Perhaps,” Juliette agreed, knowing this was her chance to end him once and for all.
As she engaged in idle conversation with Gregory, she couldn’t help but feel a thrill at the wondered of bringing him down. Her fingertips tingled with anticipation, and she felt a rush of power surging through her. Tonight, Gregory Keane would meet his demise, and Juliette would be the one to deliver it.
# Part 4
After they made small talk for a couple of minutes, Juliette finally said “Gregory,” her voice sultry and confident, “I don’t want to beat around the bush here. I think we’d be more comfortable talking to you in a more private setting.” She ran a hand through her smooth red hair, brushing it back from her pale, flawless face. “I apologize if I’m being too direct, but I find that in matters like these, honesty is the best policy.”
She held his gaze, her green eyes filled with a tantalizing promise. Gregory’s thoughts raced, images of Juliette’s gorgeous breasts and large, firm buttocks filling his mind. He couldn’t help but smirk at her boldness.
“Very well, Juliette,” he replied, his voice deep and authoritative. “Let’s take this upstairs.” He stood up, adjusted his tailored suit, and gestured for her to follow him. As they climbed the elegant staircase, Gregory’s two imposing bodyguards trailed behind them; their watchful eyes never leaving the pair.
Juliette couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction as she ascended the stairs, the sway of her hips catching Gregory’s attention. *He thinks he’s in control,* she wondered, *but he has no idea what’s coming.* She knew her mission and she wouldn’t let herself waver.
As they reached the top of the stairs, Gregory’s eyes roamed over Juliette’s body, lingering on her sculpted rear. *He’s like all the rest,* Juliette mused, *a slave to his desires.* She took a deep breath, mentally preparing herself for the task ahead. If she was gonna succeed in bringing down Gregory Keane and his depraved empire, she would need to keep her wits about her – and not let her own desire for vengeance cloud her judgment.
“Right this way,” Gregory said with a predatory grin, leading Juliette down a dimly lit hallway. His bodyguards followed closely, their silent presence adding an air of menace to the already charged atmosphere. But Juliette remained unflappable, her eyes narrowing as she steeled herself for the dangerous game she was about to play.
Gregory held the bedroom door open, gesturing for Juliette to enter first. “After you,” he said, his voice dripping with insincerity. She obliged, stepping through the threshold and into the room, her high heels clicking softly on the polished wooden floor. The scent of expensive cologne hung in the air.
“Wait outside,” Gregory instructed his bodyguards, who nodded grimly before taking up position on either side of the door. Once they were alone, he allowed himself a moment to admire Juliette’s figure as she moved further into the room, her big, tight ass shifting enticingly beneath the fabric of her skin-tight dress. He couldn’t believe his luck – this stunning woman wanted him, or so she led him to believe.
“Please, make yourself comfortable,” he said, closing the distance between them and placing a hand on the small of her back. Juliette tensed slightly at the touch but kept her cool, reminding herself of her mission. *Focus,* she wondered, *he won’t get away with what he’s done.*
“Thank you, Gregory,” she replied, her voice sultry and steady. “I was wondering if we could have some champagne? I always find it helps to… loosen things up.”
“Of course,” he grinned, reaching over to an expensive-looking ice bucket that sat atop a gleaming mahogany dresser. He uncorked the bottle with an expert flick of the wrist, the bubbles fizzing and popping as he poured two flutes of the golden liquid. Handing one to Juliette, he raised his glass, his eyes never leaving hers. “To a night we won’t forget.”
“Cheers,” Juliette murmured, clinking her glass against his and taking a sip, her gaze never wavering. The cold champagne slid down her throat, sending a shiver down her spine. She could feel Gregory’s eyes on her, taking in every inch of her exposed skin, the curve of her breasts pressing against the fabric of her dress.
“Tell me,” he said, moving even closer, his breath hot on her neck, “how can I help you tonight? I’m at your service.”
Juliette took another sip of her champagne, her mind racing. The time for action was drawing near, and she needed to play her cards just right. “Well,” she purred, setting her glass down on the dresser, “What about starting with a dance?”
# Part 5
Juliette’s heart pounded in her chest Gregory approached her. She knew she couldn’t bring any weapons inside; his bodyguards frisked everyone meticulously at the entrance. As a female hitwoman who prided herself on her skills and agility, she was prepared for such a situation. Her plan was simple – use her own hands to kill Gregory, by performing a sleeper choke and then breaking his neck.
As he moved closer, Juliette knew it was now or never. In one fluid motion, she positioned herself behind him with lightning speed. Her arms wrapped around his neck, cutting off his air supply as she performed a sleeper choke.
“Sorry, Mr. Keane, but this dance is over,” she whispered into his ear, feeling a surge of pride at her own flawless execution.
Gregory’s body went limp in her embrace, his unconscious form collapsing to the floor.
Juliette’s fingers tightened around Gregory’s neck, preparing to twist and break it in a swift, merciless motion. That’s when she heard the loud crash of the door being flung open behind her. The room filled with the heavy footsteps of the bodyguards charging in like bulls, their eyes wide with alarm.
“Boss!” one of them shouted, his voice laced with concern as he took in the scene before him, his hand on the grip of his taser gun. Juliette’s heart skipped a beat, realizing that her window of opportunity had closed. She cursed herself for not anticipating that Gregory might have a panic button hidden on him. Her pride momentarily clouded her judgment, and now she was paying the price.
Before she could say a word, she felt the sharp sting of the taser barbs piercing her chest.
“AAAGH!” she cried out, her body convulsing as the current surged through her. The pain was indescribable – it felt like every nerve in her body was on fire, and her muscles contracted uncontrollably. She dropped to her knees and then fell backwards, her face contorted in agony as she slammed into the cold, hard floor. Vague sensations of her dress riding up around her hips and her red hair splayed around her face barely registered amid the all-consuming torment.
“Fuck!” she managed to gasp between violent spasms. The bodyguards showed no sign of mercy, their faces a mixture of fear for their boss and determination to subdue her at any cost.
As Juliette writhed on the ground, her thoughts a chaotic whirlwind of remorse and desperation, she knew that she had failed in her mission. Gregory would live to continue his twisted enterprise, and she could only pray that someone else would discover a way to stop him.
“Looks like she needs a little more,” the other bodyguard sneered, his eyes raking over Juliette’s trembling form. With a cruel smile, he took aim at the thigh that the side cut of her dress revealed. The sharp crack of the taser echoed in the room as the second set of barbs embedded themselves into her flesh.
“YAAAARGH!” Juliette screamed, her voice raw with pain as currents of agony flooded her senses. Her muscles clenched even harder, and it felt as though her very bones were being crushed under the relentless pressure. She writhed helplessly, as she gasped for air.
Juliette’s mind reeled from the dual onslaught of pain and humiliation. She was a skilled assassin, a force to be reckoned with – she’d never been reduced to such a pitiful state before. But in that moment, she found herself utterly powerless.
The bodyguards continued electrocuting the poor woman, his eyes lingering on her firm breasts. Juliette’s thoughts raced, searching for any feasible escape from this nightmare. But with each passing second, the pain intensified, and hope slipped further and further away.
The unrelenting agony of the electric shocks coursed through Juliette’s veins like wildfire, consuming every ounce of her strength and willpower. Her body trembled uncontrollably.
“It fucking hurts…” she managed to choke out between gasps of pain, her voice barely audible. “Stop…”
But her tormentors only laughed in response, their vicious grins distorted by the flickering light that danced across their faces. They reveled in her suffering, intoxicated by the power they held over her.
As the seconds dragged on, Juliette felt another sensation start to create deep within her – a warm, wet feeling that spread outward from her core. She realized with horror what was happening, but there was nothing she could do to stop it.
“Pathetic,” sneered one of the bodyguards as a pool of urine formed beneath her, soaking into the fabric of her dress and staining her pale skin.
Juliette wanted nothing more than to fight back against her captors, but the unending electric shocks had taken away any shred of pride or resistance she could muster. Her body jerked and danced on the floor with the beat of the taser guns’ sparks until she was overwhelmed by unconsciousness.
“Get Gregory up,” the second bodyguard ordered as he surveyed the scene with a sick sense of satisfaction.
“Boss!” the first bodyguard shouted, shaking Gregory’s limp form until his eyes fluttered open. He looked around, confused at first, but then his gaze fell upon Juliette’s unconscious form. A wicked grin crept across his face.
“Ah, I see my loyal hounds have captured quite the prize,” he mused, his eyes roving over the curve of her hips and the gentle swell of her small breasts, partially exposed by her disheveled clothing.
“Indeed, sir,” the second bodyguard confirmed, his voice willing. “She’s a tough one, but we’ve got her under control.”
Gregory rose to his feet and approached Juliette, admiring the supple lines of her body as she lay supine on the cold floor. He reached down, brushing a strand of her red hair out of her face. Her flawless skin was marred only by the bruises that had begun to form where the taser darts had pierced her flesh.
“Such beauty,” he murmured, his tone reverent his eyes never leaving Juliette’s unconscious form. “It’s a shame I will have to sell her once I’m done with her.”
“Prepare her for conversion,” Gregory ordered, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
# Part 6
Juliette slowly opened her eyes, her vision blurry at first as she tried to take in her surroundings. She could feel the cold metallic surface beneath her, and a wave of panic washed over her when she realized she was strapped to an operating table. Her black dress and open-toed high-heel shoes had been stripped away, leaving her clad only in her black lingerie that contrasted sharply against her pale skin.
Her heart raced in her chest as she struggled against the restraints, but they held her fast. Straps encircled her neck, wrists, belly, and ankles, restricting any movement. Her mind raced, searching for a way out, but found none.
“Ah, you’re awake,” came a cold, mocking voice. Juliette’s eyes snapped to the source of the sound, her gaze locking onto Gregory. His grey hair was slicked back, and a sinister grin played on his lips as he took in her helpless state. “I must admit, I didn’t expect you to be so easy to capture.”
Juliette’s red hair was disheveled, framing her face as she glared at him with hatred. The years she’d spent training to become one of the best assassins felt like a cruel joke now, ending up at the mercy of this despicable man. Her pride refused to let her beg for mercy, but the fear still gnawed at her.
“Enjoying the view?” she spat, her green eyes narrowing dangerously. “You won’t get away with this.”
“Really?” Gregory chuckled darkly, gesturing to the two electrodes attached to her temples. Wires snaked from the electrodes to a machine nearby, where a woman sat patiently, awaiting orders. “You’re in no position to make threats, my dear.”
Juliette’s breath hitched as she realized the true gravity of her situation. Tension coursed through her toned body, the muscles in her arms and legs straining in a fruitless effort to break free. She was trapped, and there was nothing she could do about it.
“Let’s get started, shall we?” Gregory said with a cruel smile, nodding to the woman by the machine.
Bitterness filled Juliette’s throat as the reality of her situation sank in, tears escaping her eyes. The wondered of becoming a mindless plaything for men to use at their leisure was unbearable. Her agile, toned body, once a weapon honed through years of training, would now only serve to satisfy the depraved desires of Gregory and his clients. She had never felt so defeated.
“Such a shame, isn’t it?” Gregory drawled, circling the table like a predator sizing up its prey. The cruel glint in his eyes made her stomach churn. “Helpless and on the verge of losing everything that makes you who you are.”
He leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. “Once I’m done with you, you’ll be nothing more than a fucktoy for me to enjoy until I grow bored. And then I’ll sell you off, like a piece of meat, to anyone willing to pay the right price. And trust me, there will be no shortage of interested parties.”
Juliette bit her lip, but couldn’t stop the sob that escaped her. She despised herself for showing any sign of weakness, but the crushing weight of her fate left her unable to do anything else. As much as she hated to admit it, there was no way out of this nightmare.
“Please,” she whispered, her voice cracking, “don’t do this.”
“Ah, finally begging, are we?” Gregory sneered, straightening up and folding his arms across his chest. “I must say, it’s quite satisfying to see someone like you reduced to this state.”
“Still,” he continued, eyeing her tear-streaked face and trembling body with disgust, “I think I’ll enjoy watching you become a mindless drone even more now.”
Juliette’s heart felt like it was being crushed under the weight of her impending doom. As she lay there, bound and vulnerable, she couldn’t help but wonder if this was truly the end of the road for her. All those years of hard work and dedication, only to be degraded and discarded like trash.
“Enjoy your last moments of clarity, Juliette,” Gregory said with a wicked grin, as he stepped back and gestured for the woman behind the machine to start.
The subtle nod from Gregory was all it took for the woman operating the machine to initiate the process. A sudden jolt of electricity coursed through Juliette’s brain, causing her body to convulse violently. Her muscles clenched and unclenched involuntarily as if they had a mind of their own, making her acutely aware of every inch of her exposed form.
The intense sensation between her legs was foreign and unexpected. It felt like a fire was slowly building up inside her, threatening to consume her completely.
As the electrical current continued to course through her body, Juliette realized with horror that she was about to have an orgasm. She didn’t want this, not like this. Despite her best efforts, she couldn’t stop it. Her legs tensed, her toes curled, and wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over her, leaving her gasping for breath.
“Enjoying yourself, are you?” Gregory taunted, taking perverse pleasure in her humiliation. “This is only the beginning, my dear.”
Juliette squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out his voice, but it was no use. The shame and degradation she felt were overwhelming, made worse by the fact that her body seemed to be betraying her, responding to these horrific sensations against her will.
“Did you know,” Gregory continued, watching her struggle with sadistic glee, “that one of the best things about this novel electroshock treatment is that it allows for multiple orgasms? One right after the other.”
Her heart pounding, Juliette barely had time to process his words before he signaled the woman behind the machine again. Another surge of electricity shot through her brain, and she felt the pressure building once more between her legs. It was too much, too soon – but there was nothing she could do to stop it.
“Please… no…” she whispered, but her pleas were ignored. The second orgasm hit her even harder than the first, leaving her body wracked with tremors and her mind reeling from the intensity of it all.
“Beautiful,” Gregory murmured, a twisted smile curling his lips. “Simply beautiful.”
Juliette’s thoughts swirled into chaos as the intense pleasure coursed through her body. Her vision blurred, and she could hardly remember where she was or who was standing beside her. As another wave of electricity coursed through her mind, a sudden desire to be electrocuted again overtook her.
“Again,” she found herself pleading with the man next to her, whom she barely recognized. The woman at the machine obliged, sending another jolt through her brain.
Juliette’s body convulsed in ecstasy. Her panties grew wetter, the dark stain spreading across the fabric. She bit her lip, trying to stifle the moans that threatened to escape, but her self-control was quickly fading away.
“More! Please …” she begged breathlessly, not comprehending the reason behind her own insatiable hunger for pleasure. “Please! It feels so good!”
“Very well,” Gregory replied, smirking at his handiwork. He gestured to the woman, who once more activated the machine.
This time, the orgasm hit her like a tornado, sweeping her away in its powerful vortex. Her vaginal juices gushed out, pooling beneath her and soaking into the table. Her pale skin flushed crimson from the intensity of it all. As her hips bucked wildly, her firm breasts quivered with each labored gasp.
“Isn’t it incredible?” Gregory gloated, watching her writhe helplessly before him. “You thought you were here to kill me, but now look at you – a mere plaything, begging for more.”
As Juliette’s sense of self began to vanish, her fear and sadness over her fate dissolved as well. In their place, an insatiable need for pleasure took root, consuming her every wondered. No longer did she care about her former life or her mission; all that mattered now was the blissful release that only the machine could provide.
“More! My pussy feels good. Juliette likes it.” she moaned again, her voice broken and desperate. “Please!”
Gregory simply chuckled, nodding to the woman once more. Another surge of electricity crackled through Juliette’s brain, and her body convulsed in response.
“Enjoy it while you can,” he taunted as he watched her succumb to the overwhelming sensations.
But even his cruel words couldn’t penetrate the fog of pleasure that had enveloped her mind. All she knew was the sweet agony of her body’s betrayal, and the dark, consuming hunger that gnawed at her very soul.
Juliette’s once sharp tongue now stumbled over her own words, her muscles twitching uncontrollably as the electricity coursed through her. “Good… like… more… moh.. oh …” she stammered, her voice barely recognizable from its former confident self.
“Very well,” Gregory replied with a sinister grin, nodding to the woman behind the machine. Once again, Juliette’s brain was flooded with electricity, and her body convulsed violently. The force of this latest orgasm shook her toned legs and sent tremors up her spine.
Her limbs flailed helplessly, her once-proud posture twisted into a grotesque pantomime of lustful abandon. Flecks of sweat glistened on her pale skin, running in rivulets down her trembling body.
“Isn’t it incredible how tables turn?” Gregory taunted her, his eyes fixed on her exposed form. “You used to be an assassin, and now you’re just a quivering mess begging for more.”
“Ungghhh…” was all Juliette could muster in response, her speech abilities deteriorating further into incoherent moans. Her face flushed crimson, her eyes rolled back and slightly crossed, betraying her mind’s descent into chaos.
“Once more then,” Gregory whispered sadistically, savoring her degradation. He signaled for the final round of electric shocks.
As the current surged through her brain, Juliette’s legs writhed and spasmed with each pulse of electricity. Her round, firm breasts heaved desperately for air, beads of perspiration sliding between them like raindrops down a windowpane.
Her large, rounded buttocks clenched and released in time with the throbbing ache between her legs, their once-fierce shapeliness distorted by the relentless onslaught of pleasure. Her orgasmic moans grew louder, more urgent, until they filled the room with the cacophony of her ultimate surrender.
“Ugghhh… mmmph… ahhh…” she gasped, her voice barely human now. Her tongue lolled from her mouth – a final testament to her utter loss of control.
As the last wave of electricity faded and Juliette’s body went limp, Gregory smirked at his handiwork, running a finger down her sweat-slicked belly. He knew that he had broken her, transforming this once-fierce warrior into a mindless instrument of pleasure.
“Your days as an assassin are over, my dear,” he whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her flushed skin. “From now on, your only purpose is to satisfy the desires of those who own you.”
# Part 7
The straps fell away with a snap as Gregory undid them one by one. Juliette lay motionless on the cold metal table, her limbs splayed out and head lolling to one side.
With greedy hands, Gregory grasped her by the neck and yanked her upwards. Her head flopped backwards, crimson hair spilling over the edge of the table. He pried open her mouth, gazing inside at her slack jaw and lifeless tongue. His cock twitched in anticipation.
“Let’s see if that pretty mouth of yours still works, shall we?” He purred, running a thumb over her plump bottom lip.
Without waiting for a response, he jammed himself inside her, groaning as her throat spasmed reflexively around him. Juliette made no sound of protest, remaining as still and pliant as a doll. Her chest rose and fell with faint, ragged breaths as he plunged in and out of her mouth.
Gregory’s eyes roved over her supine form, drinking in every detail. The black lace bra containing her round, pert breasts. Her taut stomach and the trail of red hair disappearing into lacy red panties. Long, muscular legs ending in dainty feet. She was perfection personified. His for the taking.
“That’s it,” he grunted, fisting a handful of her hair. He drove into her throat with bruising force, reveling in the feel of her choking around him. “You’re mine now, aren’t you? My little fuck toy.”
Juliette’s glazed eyes stared up at him, devoid of emotion. But he could see the remnants of her fiery spirit in their emerald depths. It thrilled him to know he had extinguished that flame forever.
He pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop, smearing saliva and pre-cum over her lips. “Let’s see what else that body of yours can do.”
Gregory stroked himself as he gazed down at his prize. She was even more gorgeous now, passive and pliant. Ready to be molded into whatever he desired.
He smiled, sharp and predatory. The real fun was about to start.
Gregory grabbed a fistful of Juliette’s red hair and hauled her to her feet. She swayed unsteadily, limbs loose and uncoordinated. He bent her over the operating table, admiring the view of her heart-shaped ass framed by lacy black panties.
“These have to go,” he said with a growl, ripping the panties down her legs. He stroked a finger through her folds, chuckling at how wet she was due to her treatment.
Without warning, he thrust into her virgin ass, burying himself to the hilt. Juliette’s body tensed, back arching in a silent scream, but she made no other sound. Blood trickled down her thighs as he pounded into her mercilessly, driven by rage and lust in equal measure.
“This is what you get,” he spat, “for thinking you could kill me, you fucking cunt.” He emphasized each word with a brutal thrust, nearly lifting her off her feet. “You’re mine now. To do with as I please.”
Juliette’s fingers curled against the cold metal table, scrabbling for purchase. Her face remained blank, but he could see the agony in her unseeing eyes. It fueled his arousal to new heights.
Suddenly, he pulled out of her ass and slammed into her pussy with a wet squelch. He alternated between her ass and cunt, relishing the contrast between the two. Her feet dangled above the floor, toes curling reflexively. The feel of her silken heat and tight muscles clenching around him pushed him over the edge. Juliette’s asshole and pussy gaped obscenely as he plunged in and out.
Gregory grabbed Juliette by her silky red hair and dragged her off the table. She crumpled to the floor without protest, limbs splaying at awkward angles.
He hauled her up by the hair again and forced her to her knees before him. Her blank gaze settled on his throbbing cock, streaked with blood, semen and her own juices.
With a curl of his lip, he pried her mouth open and slid inside. She didn’t gag or choke this time either, simply kneeled there placidly as he pumped in and out of her throat. The feel of her warm, wet mouth and the sight of his cum-covered cock sliding between her pale lips aroused him once more.
A few hard thrusts later, he came with a groan, flooding her throat. She swallowed it all without prompting. He kept his softening cock nestled on her tongue, enjoying the feel of it.
Finally withdrawing, he tucked himself back into his pants. Juliette remained on her knees, mouth open and dripping. He carded his fingers through her hair, gazing down at her adoringly.
“Perfect,” he purred, pride swelling his chest. He just created another sex slave.
With that wondered in mind, he strolled from the room, leaving Juliette kneeling on the cold floor, waiting to serve her new master’s every twisted desire.