Ariel the Hitwoman.

 

By GabbyLez (gde1967@hotmail.com)

 

Story Codes: F/F, F+/F, violent, snuff, nec, urination, scat, humiliation, lingerie, toys, BDSM.

 

Summary: Ariel is a glamorous hitwoman, addicted to money, kinky sex and haute couture. She is also a vicious sadist.

 

Part 1. Ariel and Olga.

 

1.

 

Ariel examined her voluptuous body in the three way mirror. She was fresh from her perfumed bath. Her silky skin was rubbed with scented oils and lotions; her nipples were tingling from peppermint soap. Gazing at herself with languorous eyes, she arched her back to bring her swelling breasts into high relief while she admired the sleek curvature of her thighs and the globular bulges of her ass. No longer a young woman, she had a little hump of flesh that puckered out in her lower belly- but a little puppy fat was a sensuous feature to her well-toned body. She enjoyed kneading the hot pulpy flesh of her Mons while dildoing herself and pinching her nipples. Ariel was aroused by the sight and feel of her own ravishing body; she leered at the reflection of her pampered flesh, such a contrast the piteous state her victim would soon be in, stiff, lifeless and putrescent. Her nipples were erect and throbbing. This was no time to masturbate.

 

Ariel was always exquisitely and expensively dressed. Today she exemplified chic luxury and haute couture. Her breasts were plumped out with a red satin push-up bra. She slipped into a lacy red silk camisole. Her blouses were often sensuous satin or hot Italian silk, sometimes more costly than her firearms. Ariel slid her arms into a soft pinstriped blouse. She carefully applied her cosmetics before daubing her pulse points with Jasmine, her favorite perfume. Now she slowly fastened the buttons.

 

     Ariel took out several jewelry cases, all lined with satin or velvet, and selected her rings, necklaces and other accessories. Diamond studded earrings were fastened in her lobes. She added  clusters of seed pearls with warbling gold pendants. She draped several gold strands around her neck and arranged the pendants- one inside her blouse, teasing her sweaty cleavage, the other dangling outside among the shiny black buttons. She clipped two bracelets on her right wrist, and one more to accompany her diamond-studded Cartier watch on her left. Fingering the smooth globes of a pearl necklace, she couldn’t resist tucking this one last extravagance inside her blouse- Ariel enjoyed the sensuality of these smooth, lustrous spheres that seemed to roll about her breasts with tiny wet kisses, warmed by her own flesh and moistened in the damp cleft- a cleft so narrow that the globes of her breasts bounced against each other in the tightness of her bra. Her fingers, tipped with long, ruby-red nails, were adorned with several jeweled rings.

 

With a caressing hand, Ariel slipped a pair of beige fully fashioned stockings up to mid-thigh. The stocking tops were snug enough to hold her favorite chrome-plated automatic with its short silencer. The black garters were carefully snapped into place and her skirt buttoned up- a long black skirt with a pink taffeta lining, just loose enough to allow this subterfuge. The pistol was flat and of small caliber, only a 25. Besides, her long sable coat would prevent any prying eyes from scrutinizing her killer legs. Ariel was instantly the center of attraction wherever she went and an automatic might just be noticed with a flash of gartered thigh. The skirt buttoned up the right side, and was often left unfastened to her upper thigh, like a slit. Ariel sometimes popped the buttons just before her hits, providing easy access to her weapon of choice. She stepped into a pair of  blood red high heels, with steel stiletto tips. Ariel draped a brightly colored Hermès scarf around her neck as the finishing touch.

 

During one final inspection of the automatic, she reviewed her notes and a photograph collection of her impending victim. “Mmmmmmm” she moaned, her eyes suddenly rolling back, losing focus of the photograph depicting her latest target. As  Ariel flipped through the furtive photographs of Olga, mostly taken by hidden photographers in public places, she drooled at the image of a voluptuous, bovine-eyed, thick-lipped beauty swathed in furs and form-fitting suits. She might have took Olga to be a fashion model or cinema star, had Ariel not been provided with her background file. The information provided to Ariel described Olga as a “Bi-sexual seductress, measurements 44DD-26-36. Promiscuous, kinky and deviant, sadistic and avaricious. Imprisoned for embezzlement, 2 year term.” Ariel was going to seduce her, sleep with her, obtain certain bits of information that would recover some of the Syndicate’s money, and then kill her like a Lesbian black widow.

 

Ariel was a natural hitwoman. She was cunning, beautiful, discreet, and most significantly, a ruthless barracuda. She was also that most feared, fascinating and ferocious of killers- the sexual sadist. Ariel took a pleasure in her hits as if she were smashing a porcelain doll. She gloated at destruction, the more beautiful, glamorous or powerful the victim, the more intense was her delight. When her sexual climaxes were at stake, nothing else mattered but the success of her eliminations. That is why so many sexual murderers go uncaught for years. If they were driven by any other impulse, they might be more careless.

 

Ariel's orgasms were ten times more intense and numerous after a successful hit. Ariel would fuck herself silly with the thought that some voluptuous rival was now just a bloating corpse, crawling with flies. She’d seen them- glassy eyes staring with a look of surprise, pain- even the illusion of pleasure when the lips curled into a perverse smile, or when the eyes rolled back or crossed as if in the throes of orgasm. In some, the breasts, belly and ass bloated until they threatened to pop buttons or burst straining clothes; she saw the rigid bodies, tainted with a marmoreal hue that looked sculpted, their stiffened limbs contorted like an abused mannequin. The perverse, morose thrill Ariel enjoyed only intensified her determined professionalism. Yet this one factor would lead to her downfall. This is the story of her final hit.

 

2.

 

Miss Olga had refused to compromise. Her greed was as insatiable as Ariel's sadism. After a decade of managing a large volume of diamond sales for the Russian syndicate, she was caught funneling money. After repeated denials and an offer of amnesty that she declined, her prompt removal was necessary. Ariel was posing as a wealthy buyer. The appointment was set for 9 PM at an upscale hotel; they would discuss the deal, Ariel would seduce her, and an exchange of diamonds for cash arranged at an adandoned loading dock. The area was secured and Ariel would conduct her hit there. The diamonds would be recovered and there would be no witnesses, no evidence- not even a body.

 

The thought of another lucrative deal caused Olga’s heart to race with a sexual fervor. A throbbing heat gripped her cunt with the anticipation of more shopping sprees. Olga took her aching, erect, throbbing nipple between her sharp index finger and thumbnail, twisting and squeezing the hard rubbery knob until she hissed through her teeth with a biting, self-inflicted pain. The web of veins in her engorged breasts bulged with excitement, the hot blood coursing through them in sync with the thumping of her heart. She was nearly overcome by the urge to masturbate.

 

Like Ariel, Olga was a haute-couture slut. Expensive designer clothes made her cunt sweat. She loved to drape her body with a fortune in jewelry. Beneath a severely cut suit she’d wear the sleaziest lingerie. For her rendez-vous with Ariel, she chose a tailored blouse in pink with white pinstripes, to be worn under a gray pantsuit. Anticipating a romp with Ariel, she decided to wear more tasteful lingerie than she was accustomed to- sleazy lingerie made her own cunt drool but she’d rather not take a chance that Ariel would think she was trashy. Fresh from her bath, Olga rubbed herself with scented lotions and powdered her skin. She fastened the garter belt in front and rotated it to the rear, then pulled a pair of flesh-toned stockings over her muscular legs and clipped the garters. Olga slipped on her lace-trimmed pink panties, worn over the garters for convenience in the bathroom or bedroom. Her brassiere was beige, with heavy straps to support the weight of her enormous 44 double-D’s.

 

Olga’s meticulous cosmetics came next- lightly applied eyeshadow, eyeliner and coral lipstick. A musky perfume was daubed on the insides of her wrists and between her breasts. After slipping on a pearl-gray satin half-slip, Olga buttoned herself into a cotton camisole. The blouse went next, followed by her gray slacks. The curves of her thighs, rump and Mons were delineated in these slacks; they had sharp creases down the front of the legs. Olga slipped a gold chain belt through the belt loops. Around her neck, she draped a necklace and gold mounted pearls. Small matching pendants were placed on her ears. The final touch was a Fendi scarf tied around her neck- gleaming white silk with a pink and gold pattern. She was saucy but not at the expense of good taste. With narcissistic pleasure she leaned forward and kissed her image in the mirror, wiping the lipstick away with a tissue afterwards. Her cunt pulsed with a slick hot cream that flowed down the insides of her thighs, soaking the stocking tops. She had inserted a pantyliner to be certain the juice wouldn’t show through her slacks. Her panties later felt cold and clammy, but for now they were hot and sticky. She felt her nipples straining inside her bra and her clit throbbing. The business matter at hand caused her to change focus. It was time to go.

 

Ariel had arranged the meeting to commence in the hotel restaurant. She intended to wine and dine her intended victim to make her comfortable. Along with her entree of filleted sole, she had oysters, Russian caviar and two glasses of wine. They exchanged lustful glances throughout the dinner. Olga was a South American beauty with thick lips, slanting eyes and a throaty voice that purred when she spoke, rolling her r’s. Olga’s enormous breasts wobbled inside her blouse, she licked her fingers with sensual flicks of her pink tongue... her musky, oversexed smell made Ariel’s head reel. Ariel stole glances at the buttons threatening to burst under the pressure of Olga’s tits bulging under the silk. Her nipples puckered the blouse too. Ariel and Olga were anxious to resume their negotiations in the privacy of Ariel’s room, C24.

 

The deal did not take long to finish- Ariel would pay $60,000 for the diamonds, pending examination- in the hotel, she saw only photographs, certificates and a few  samples. They would meet at 11 PM in an abandoned loading dock on Pier 14, where the exchange would take place. Olga was oblivious to the fact that Ariel’s cunt was not only burning at the thought of fucking her up her hot, tight ass, but of destroying her. She wanted to make the buxom, glamorous bitch squirm.

 

3.

 

In the room, Ariel popped the cork on another bottle of wine. She raised her glass to toast the diamond deal they had made. Ariel had adjusted the heat a little high before the meeting, knowing that it would expedite the removal of coats, scarves and eventually more. Olga had immediately removed her heavy fur and her suit jacket; now she removed her silk scarf, revealing her sweaty jewel-adorned throat and a teasing glimpse of her creamy breasts. Ariel had left for a powder break, but in actuality she was strapping on an 8-inch latex cock. She allowed it to dangle between her thighs, concealed under her long skirt. If she had worn it up, her skirt would have had a conspicuous phallic bulge. They sat on the plush couch and in the midst of their conversation, drew close, looked into each other’s eyes and kissed.

 

Ariel guided Olga’s hand to the strap-on dildo she was packing. Olga’s mouth opened in a sigh as her eyes bulged out in astonishment. She hadn’t noticed the long phallic bulge in Ariel’s skirt- the strap-on cock lay right atop her closed thighs as she sat down. Ariel and Olga only pecked lips at first, then lost all restraint. With a crush of clothes and hissing intakes of breath, they went after each other’s tongues. The only noise in the room was their nasal breath, the liquid sound of slurping tongues... and the clicking or tinkling of jewelry. After thrusting their tongues into each other’s mouths, working up a glistening mass of saliva between them, Olga gasped “I want you to rape me! Rip my clothes off! Shove your cock down my throat, make me gag on it! Then I want you to sodomize me like the sleazy cock-hungry slag that I am! Do it!” Ariel felt a wet heat suffuse her cunt and an unctuous cream oozing into the damp gusset.

 

Ariel slipped into a vicious mode, snarling at Olga as she clutched her hair in one hand and planted a resounding slap on her face with the other. Olga was stunned by the blow. She looked dazed and startled. One of her earrings had been knocked off her ear, and a bright red handprint shone on her cheek. Her face was contorted with pain as Ariel gripped her hair ever tighter. Her eyes watered and her makeup began to smear and run with her tears. Ariel took Olga’s chin between her hand and squeezed her mouth into a distorted pout. “Phhhttwwaaattt!” she hurled a wad of thick saliva across Olga’s face. A string of the viscous slime hung over Olga’s parted lips. Her two front teeth were sticking out like a chipmunk’s. Olga leaned forward as her head arced back. She felt like a delinquent school girl being intimidated and abused by a vicious headmistress. Ariel sniffed Olga’s panting breasts as they were thrust forward. She could smell the acrid sweat of fear mingling with the cloying odor of a rutting cunt. “So, you like it rough? I’ll give it to you rough, you filthy slut! I’ll really hurt you if I have to!”

 

Ariel simultaneously released her grip on Olga’s hair and pushed her down into the couch. While rolling her over on her belly she grabbed her by the wrists, or, more precisely, by the cuffs of her blouse, pulling her arms behind her. Olga moaned and gasped. “Ouch! Owww! Hey! You’re really hurting me! Let me...Urrrghhhhhh... mmmmpphhhhh!” Ariel shut the whore’s filthy mouth by shoving her face into a cushion. This propelled Olga’s fat rump into prominence, further raised because she instinctively drew in her knees in a vain attempt to push herself up. Her back arched and she twitched her ass in the air, trying to free her body from Ariel’s grasp.

 

Ariel held her down by the back of her head and by her neck- pushing against Ariel only caused Olga further pain, and she could barely breath with her face shoved into the cushion. In an instant, the mature, glamorous, sophisticated woman was reduced to a whining girl. Her expensive jewelry was dangling ridiculously around her, adding to the absurdity of her position. Her sharp stiletto heels were pointing impotently in the air. She held herself rigid in this position as Ariel pulled her head to one side. With her one visible eye turned to look at Ariel, bulging and frightened, with her lips mashed beneath her, Olga moaned lightly as Ariel sneered, “I’ll enjoy hurting you, bitch, if you try anything, so you better not fight me.” Olga felt Ariel’s sharp nails digging into her soft flesh. She twitched again, as if she wanted to free herself but suddenly thought better of it. Olga was helplessly ensnared.

 

Olga began to plead with a pathetic, plaintive caterwaul... “Pleeease! Nooo! Pleeease don’t hurt me! I’ll do anything you want, anything!” Ariel, whose high-heeled shoe fell off as they grappled, pulled her torn stocking down and tugged it off her foot. Her other hand still grasped Olga by the hair, so she awkwardly twisted to reach her bent leg. Crusty, stained, cum-slick panties were her first choice as a gag, but the sweaty heel of her stocking would be degrading and smelly enough for Olga’s mouth. She pulled Olga’s head back, “Didn’t I tell you to shut your filthy cocksucking mouth?” “What are... urrrr...” Glug! “Mmmmppphhhh.... nnnnggggggg!” Ariel shoved the Cuban heeled foot between Olga’s lips and pushed it in. She then wrapped the stocking around her head and tied a knot at the nape of her neck. Olga moaned and pushed her head from side to side, mashing it into the couch. Her ass settled down as Ariel lashed her wrists together with a colorful Hermès scarf. “There you are, you worthless cunt, suck on my nasty feet while I strip you out of these pretentious, stuck-up whore’s clothes!”

 

Ariel pulled Olga by the collar of her blouse, rolling her on her side. With her arms tied behind her back, her blouse was stretched across her bulging tits. The only sound was her gagged moans, the breath hissing through her nostrils, and the clacking of pearls with her tinkling jewelry. She sat up in a unintentionally provocative pose, not intending to further inflame Ariel’s burning, sadistic lusts. The sight of such a haughty, glamorous, wealthy bitch in a state of helpless vulnerability delighted her antagonist beyond measure. Ariel savored the vision of Olga, pleading with her frightened eyes, hushed by a filthy gag, the flashy glamour and ostentatious luxury of her clothes and jewelry reduced to helplessness and abject submission. Ariel wanted to fuck this sniveling little bitch raw, to make her bleat and squeal as she drove a strap-on cock deep into her belly, then ramming her snotty, stuck-up ass with the creamy cock until the digested remnants of her latest five-star dinner was pushed back into her intestines.

 

The top buttons of her pink blouse had popped open, revealing a sweat-slick cleavage adorned by the lace trim of her cami. Olga’s pearls were slung over her shoulder, a result of her struggles beneath Ariel, though a red mark indicated where the pendant of her gold necklace had pinched her soft tit-flesh. With Olga leaning forward, Ariel daintily unfastened more buttons of the blouse, as if she was savoring the slow revelation of what lay beneath. With the pink blouse gaping open to the waist, Ariel unbuttoned the cami with equal relish. She accompanied the slow work of her fingers with cajoling flattery in an exaggerated, throaty purr, “Such creamy breasts, so firm and yet so soft...” running the sharp edge of her fingernail across the milky skin, “I can’t wait to sink my teeth into these.” Ariel dipped her head into the opening, breathing the warm scents of Olga’s breasts as she kissed the silky skin and licked the moist cleavage. When she withdrew her tongue, Ariel could still smell and taste the cloying perfume, the faint salty perspiration and the milky skin.

 

Pushing the blouse and cami aside, hooking them on the outer edges of Olga’s breasts, she pulled the brassiere down. Olga’s enormous nipples popped out, and as the bra was pushed further down, the globes of her tits bounced from the constraints of the DD cups. The flesh rippled under its own weight. Ariel fastened her mouth to a nipple, alternately switching her caresses from one breast to the other. The nipples swelled as she took them gently between her teeth, teasing Olga, flicking her tongue at the imprisoned tips. Ariel amused herself by biting down on them, turning Olga’s muffled moans into a squeal, or making her torso surge and heave against her mouth.

 

Ariel pushed Olga onto her belly again, and pressed her hips into Olga’s ass. Olga felt the menacing strap-on dildo resting against her ass cleavage. Bending over Olga, Ariel reached under her and felt her soft belly palpitate with fear and arousal. With her clothes and jewelry in disarray, her face smeared with snot, sweat, spit and make-up, Olga was beginning to rut like a bitch in heat, pleading to be mounted by twitching her fat rump in the air. Olga’s cunt and ass burned with a furious urgency, itching for penetration. Her eyes were popping out of her head. Ariel’s hands wandered from Olga’s breasts, across her ribcage, cushioned by her thick flesh, over her satin-soft belly and finally to the buckle of her designer belt. The sensation of Ariel’s fingers, as she unfastened the belt and popped the buttons, was agonizing.

 

Olga wanted to be masturbated, but she couldn’t finger her clit with her arms tied behind her. Instead, she rotated her hips and torso like a dancer. Ariel brought these lewd contortions to an abrupt end when she roughly pulled the slacks off Olga’s hips. Olga’s fleshy body jumped back with the force of Ariel stripping her. She was being tossed around like a slab of beef. With the slacks bunched around her knees, the panties were pulled down to join them. These were left stretched across Olga’s thighs. From Ariel’s perspective, looking down on Olga’s marmoreal, globular buttocks, her swollen cunt was puckered out between her thighs with her pink asshole shining in the rosy crack just above it.

 

Ariel pulled Olga back, partially lifting her, until her thighs fell over the arm of the couch. Her fat ass was propped in the air with her face pressed into the cushions. The toes of her stiletto high-heels were planted on the floor. Ariel began preparing her by slapping her cheeks, patting her pussy and masturbating her- being careful not to stimulate her too much, but fingering her pussy and playing with the folds of her inner lips. She spat in the crevice and rubbed the sticky saliva around with her index and middle fingers. Olga’s clit was erect and protruding like a cock with a raging hard-on. With her body forming an inverted V, Olga’s breasts were rolling underneath her as Ariel began to dry hump her.

 

The strap-on cock was nestled in between Olga’s buttocks, sliding up and down the crack with each slow stroke of Ariel’s hips. Their jewelry tinkled and clacked with the motions of their bodies, particularly Ariel’s- Olga’s necklace was coiled around her head and she wore only one earring. Ariel’s earrings warbled and her pearls clacked as they swayed over her bouncing tits. She stopped her taunting dry hump to pull a silver stiletto from her purse. Olga’s one exposed eye was bulged out like a frightened cow’s, turning back to watch Ariel fondling her stiletto. Her sudden fright at seeing the flashing blade changed to relief as Ariel cut the scarf binding her wrists. Olga’s arms flew rapidly underneath her as she frantically went for her nipples and clit. Her body bounced with the movement, swaying her torso back and forth to fit her arms beneath her. Her ass bobbled enticingly. Ariel swung her hand as hard as she could, slapping Olga’s ass with a loud meaty “SMACK!” Olga growled through the gag.

 

“Do you want me to shove my cock in your pussy, slut?” Ariel sneered. Olga’s plaintive mewling indicated a positive answer. “So pink and fluffy inside! Your lips are so purple and bloated!” Ariel watched Olga’s manicured, bejeweled fingers furiously masturbating her clit and pussy. She alternated with her other hand, which was pinching her nipples and kneading her breasts. Olga slipped her creamy fingers in her mouth as soon as Ariel pulled out the slimy gag. “Ohhh... Ahhhhh... Mmmmmmmmm!” she mewled, with the spit-soaked, slick Cuban heel discarded next to her. Olga’s lips slapped and slurped as she devoured the pussy juice from her fingers. “Make my cock nice and slick, you horny little cunt, so it’ll slip right inside,” Ariel purred in her throaty voice. Leaning against the couch, Ariel pushed the strap-on cock into Olga’s face. She had to twist her back to lift her face off the cushions.

 

Lying on her right cheek, she took the cock between her lips and began to fellate it noisily. The sound of her growls and the wet slurping filled the room. Olga gurgled as the head reached the back of her throat. She suppressed a few retching gags and sucked the wet cock back down. Ariel taunted her, “You’re a natural little cocksucking whore, aren’t you? I bet you worked as a five-dollar whore, you cheap slut! Nasty cocksucking twat!” Olga sucked and slurped on it, drawing in the foamy spit, gasping, exhaling, snorting, making a very loud production out of this frothy cocksucking exercise. The shaft had turned to a pinkish-red from Olga’s lipstick and the scum was so thick it seemed as if Ariel’s cock had pumped a thick load of cum-snot into her mouth. Olga was so wet with sweat, slime and smeared cosmetics that she looked as if her face was underwater. Her eyes bulged out in a glassy, bovine stare. The dilated pupils resembled those of frightened prey about to be slain.

 

“You have such a pretty little pussy,” Ariel purred, “such a delicious jelly roll with that sweet frosting... Mmmmmm... too bad I’m going to pound that pink meat so hard and deep you’ll be walking knock-kneed for a week! Oh, don’t worry you mealy-mouthed little slut, I’m going to burst that cherry in your ass, too, MMMmmmm yes, I’m going to enjoy reaming your snotty, stuck-up ass!” Olga’s fingers were vigorously masturbating her cunt and clitoris, stopping the finger-fucking momentarily to give her sopping kitty a few hard, wet slaps. She stood up, with one hand in her cunt, the other holding her slacks up high enough for her to waddle over to a table. With her necklaces swaying in the open front of her blouse, her breasts bouncing and her torso bent forward, Olga laid back on the table. Ariel tugged the slacks off her left leg, leaving them dangling from her ankle. Her panties she cut away and tossed aside. Olga spread her thighs open. Ariel slipped in between and dipped the cock head into Olga’s glistening pink folds. Olga’s blouse was open with her nipples sticking in the air. As Ariel’s strap-on cock pushed towards Olga’s uterus, her hips began pumping faster and harder. Olga’s breasts and belly bounced and rolled with the force of the thrusts. She began blowing up her cheeks, huffing and squealing as if she were in labor.

 

Ariel’s strap-on cock was burying itself deep in Olga’s womb with wet squishing pops. She was standing between Olga’s outstretched thighs, pumping into that pink flesh as if she were trying to deliver a hot wad of cum into the rear of Olga’s uterine canal, shoving the head ever deeper into her belly. The cock was sloshing around in her pink cunt. Olga’s cunt was gurgling! Ariel leaned into Olga, grabbed her tits, slapped them, pulling or pinching the nipples... both of them moaning and growling with increasing intensity. Streams of perspiration rolled down Ariel’s face and torso. Her hair was sticking to her scalp with sweat. Ariel pulled out the strap-on cock as Olga pleaded, “Fuck me on my belly! Fuck me like a sow! Do it to me!” Olga rolled over on her belly and snapped her fat rump in the air. The glistening pink cunt folds opened wide. Olga’s matted black pussy hair was shining with juices. A pearly streamlet dribbled down her thighs and belly, tickling her clitoris. Ariel watched Olga’s fingers reaching through and spreading the lips open for her dripping cock. Olga’s pearls rattled on the table. Her blouse was still on, rucking up under her tits, with her fat cunt framed by the garter belt and straps. She was moaning, “Ngggggg... Ahhhhhh... Ohhhhhh... come on, give it to me, shove that cock in my hot pink pussy!”

 

Ariel was ready to plunge her cock into something much hotter and tighter than Olga’s gurgling wet cunt. She startled Olga by pressing the slimy knob of her cock into her clenched asshole, pushing forcefully past the resistance of her contracting sphincter muscle. Olga’s eyes widened in pain and astonishment. She growled and moaned, clawing the air and snarling her teeth into a ridiculous grimace. She had fingered her asshole sometimes while having vaginal sex or when she masturbated, but she’d never had a cock shoved into her ass before. The sensation was entirely different from being fucked in her cunt. It was tight and painful and sent hot surges through her bowels. Her mouth went wide at the feeling that she needed to shit. She felt her sphincter muscles clamping down on the cock invading her hot rump.

 

“Owww... Owwwwww... Ohh, it hurts! Ohh, you’re hurting me!,” she whined, but when Ariel’s relentless ass-reaming continued, driving the fat knob deeper into Olga’s boiling rectum, Olga only gasped and growled. She started talking nonsensically, thinking of nothing but the fat cock stretching out her most intimate passage... “Please, oh please, hot, pain, nasty... puta! Puta! Oh Mami! I need to shit! Caca... Ca... ca... Ohhhhhh!... rrrrrrrrrRRRR!!!” Ariel pulled out and watched the dilated sphincter pulsate. It was wet and shiny pink, with a blackness in the center leading into her rectum. She plugged it again, pulled out, plugged it, repeating this as Olga expelled the gas in her intestines with a series of blubbering farts. The knob came out muddy and Olga felt it pushing into some hard turds inside her. With her eyes alternately rolling back or squeezing shut, she growled with the hard pressure in her rump. “I can’t hold it in any longer... Grrrrrrr!” Olga rolled off the table and click-clacked on her heels into the toilet. Ariel wanted to humiliate her and toy with her, not to provide her with orgasms. Their session was finished and Ariel quickly reviewed the details of their rendez-vous on the pier. Olga felt cheated, though she later released a multiple orgasm by masturbating herself in her car. She couldn’t allow herself to be distracted by the furious itch in her cunt. The painful burning she felt deep in her ass was another matter.

 

4.

 

An icy wind swept across the harbor. It was a cloudless night, bitterly cold, and the turbulent water was splashing hard against the pilings. The sight of two luxury automobiles, occupied by four glamorous ladies, formed a striking contrast to the bleakness of the pier and the dilapidated state of the buildings. The ladies were all swathed in thick furs to keep warm. They had each allowed the other a backup for protection. Ariel brought a hefty young brunette with her, Natalia, who guarded her transactions in the diamond district and had once stopped an attempted robbery single-handed. She was short, oily-skinned and tattooed, a tough bulldyke who concealed her true nature beneath soft clothes, feminine makeup and designer sunglasses which she wore even at night. She spoke with a Russian accent, and her voice was deep enough to be mistaken occasionally for a boy’s- deep and throaty, but with a feminine undercurrent. Natalia was a consummate professional like her mistress. Though both were avowed Lesbians, their relationship was never anything but business-like. They worked together with that kind of unspoken understanding that some people have.

 

Olga brought her friend Jewel, a fiery redhead, thick-lipped and ox-eyed like her mistress, though much shorter in height. She only spoke in Spanish. Jewel was feminine and very beautiful, impressing those who met her with an air of quiet timidity. Jewel seemed to be no match for Natalia if the deal went bad and things got violent.

 

Olga and Ariel promptly arrived at their rendez-vous point. Olga pulled her Jaguar though a door to the warehouse, left open according to the arrangements. She drove in with her headlights on, illuminating the dirty loading bays. The place clearly had not been used in many years, with pools of grease, empty crates, pigeon droppings, filthy broken windows, and other signs of prolonged neglect. The windows had all been sealed with caulk and painted over, with the exception of some skylights so covered in filth that light could barely penetrate them. Despite her fears, Olga was armed and made other provisions for safety. She didn't just drive around haphazardly with 75K in jewelry stashed in her car, although these meetings were almost routine for her. Her thoughts were focused on the 15K profit she would make with this deal- not one her most lucrative deals, but the take was still far above average.

 

Ariel pulled in immediately behind her. She and Natalia were in an Astin Martin with plush red leather upholstery. With no intention of actually spending it, they carried a briefcase containing $60K in crisp one-hundred dollar bills. They were also armed to the teeth. The exhaust spewed clouds of steam into the warehouse, which wafted in the air after the engines were shut off. Their breaths steamed in the cold. Ariel opened the trunk of her car, pulled out the briefcase, and called to Olga to bring out her diamonds. Natalia walked up and showed Olga the cash, without speaking a word, her face expressionless. Snapping the case shut, she walked back to the car and replaced it in the trunk. Jewel set up a small table and Olga placed her cases on top of it. One at a time, she opened them and allowed Ariel to evaluate the diamonds with a loupe. This demonstration was not intended for show- she needed to confirm that Olga had brought quality diamonds and not some inferior ones.

 

With Natalia and Jewel looking on, Ariel pulled out glittering diamonds, some of them mounted on necklaces or earrings. Ariel pretended her intention was to have them re-mounted. Some discussions, carried on in a hushed tone, seemed to get heated. The quality of one of the diamonds was being disputed. Olga was furious at the thought her deal might be cut by $5K over a particularly large 25-karat diamond. Ariel claimed it had a defect, that part of its edge had been cut to conceal it. Jewel seemed to be upset to the point of tears and Natalia glared at the scene with her lips pursed. In fact, Ariel had memorized the cut and quality from photographs she examined and she had just confirmed this large diamond was pilfered from the syndicate. The cunning little bitch must have replaced that one with an inferior lookalike, to sell the better diamond for her own profit.

 

Once the diamonds were confirmed to be the property of the syndicate, Ariel called Natalia over with the suitcase of cash. The deal, Olga thought, was going through despite the difference of opinion on the large diamond. Her heart raced as she thought of all that cash. In her mind’s eye, she was perusing the shops of Fendi, Chanel and Versace. Greed made her panties as thoroughly wet as sexual arousal. She actually felt her nipples and clitoris grow erect, not at the memory of her earlier session with Ariel but at the cash she was drooling over. With her thoughts on the shopping she anticipated, Olga was oblivious to the fact that a contract killing on her was now underway. Natalia had reached into her fur coat to retrieve a nickel-plated automatic. Ariel was going to subdue Jewel as Natalia took care of Olga. The plan was to subdue them and take them to another location without witnesses and without leaving behind forensic evidence. The pier was too risky, and besides, they had been seen and presumably videotaped entering the dockyards. With tinted windows, they were not concerned about the fact four women came in, two to a car, and only two were leaving- their intended hits tied up in the trunk of Olga’s Jaguar, with Natalia at the wheel. In her heavy furs and designer sunglasses, she would hardly be recognizable on a grainy tape.

 

As Olga was packing up her diamonds, Natalia approached her with the automatic aimed at her head. “Don’t make a move, bitch, or I’ll shoot!,” she warned, and Olga dropped one of the cases. Diamonds tinkled out on the filthy floor. Her eyes widened and she couldn’t speak. She was completely stunned and froze in place. A hot liquid gushed into her panties and she felt the heat running down her thigh. Olga had pissed herself out of sheer terror and panic. Natalia sniffed the ammoniac smell of fear as she pushed the barrel of her automatic under Olga’s chin. She regained her composure enough to stammer out, “Are you... you... rob... rob... bing m-me?” Natalia told her to shut up and lay down. Olga was loathe to lay on the ice-cold, filthy floor in her expensive furs and luxurious clothes, but she did not wish to find out the alternative. She avoided the urine that had splashed beneath her feet. With the cold barrel of the automatic pressed hard against the back of Olga’s ear, Natalia used her other hand to loop a cord around her wrists. It had been tied in a loop that could be tightened by pulling on one end. She tugged it hard enough to lift Olga’s waist off the floor momentarily. She put the automatic in her pocket for a moment so the cord could be tied tightly.

 

Ariel had little difficulty in subduing Jewel- she huddled in a crouch with her hands against her face as soon as the automatics were drawn. With tears rolling down her face, Jewel complied with Ariel’s instructions. She mumbled something in incoherent Spanish as she lay on her belly with her hands tied behind her back. Jewel began to shiver with fear and cold. Olga was pulled to her feet. As Natalia gathered the diamonds that had scattered on the floor, Ariel kept her automatic aimed at Olga.

 

Olga was still uncertain what was happening. Was Ariel doing this over the disputed diamond? Was she being robbed? Would Ariel actually harm her? Olga knew she must be a filthy mess after lying on that greasy cold floor, not to mention the dark stain that ran from her wet crotch down her thighs. She had cleaned herself up and reapplied her makeup following her fuck session, yet she knew the smell of sex and sweat must have permeated her clothes. An extra spritz of perfume couldn’t have helped much. If greed couldn’t work on Ariel, she’d try sex. Olga pleaded with Ariel, promising her money and sex, “Ariel, why are you doing this? Didn’t we have a good time together? We could be wealthy if we work together, filthy rich... with my connections... I don’t under...” Ariel, cutting her off mid-sentence, didn’t believe for a moment that Olga would ever make her a cent, other than the money she was to be paid to eliminate her, but she was such a delicious fuck! Ariel couldn’t resist toying with her. After all, she had literally fucked the shit out of her earlier in the day. With Jewel moaning on the floor, Ariel called out “Natalia! Gag that stupid cunt! I can’t take that mewling anymore!” Ariel looked over her recent lover, licking her lips.

 

Under her sable fur coat, Olga was still wearing the gray pantsuit. The shirt tail on the right side was pulled out, the collar was stained with her sweat and smeared makeup, and there were greasy stains from the floor. Her hair was disheveled and her face tear-stained. Her nose was runny as a result of this ordeal. The most atrocious aspect of her appearance was the dark wet stain where she had burst her bladder inside her clothes. Even in Olga’s soiled condition, Ariel wanted to fuck her again. Natalia was told to gag and hog-tie Jewel and stuff her in the trunk of the Jag. Ariel wanted a few moments of privacy with her latest fuck toy and intended victim.

 

Ariel walked a circle around Olga, whispering smutty comments along with abuse. “Little bitchy girl wet her panties, huh? Did I scare you that much, Olga? You’re such an anal slut, aren’t you, you like it when it hurts?” Olga didn’t answer but only bit her lip and nodded her head. She was docile as a kitten. Ariel ran her lips along Olga’s neck, ending by taking her earlobe between her teeth. Her hand slipped into Olga’s blouse, reaching inside to pinch a nipple. Her lips were trembling, but she encouraged Ariel, “Yes, oh yesss... I want you to fuck me again...” Ariel fingered Olga’s pearls before popping the top buttons of her blouse. She was purring in her ear, “Such a beautiful set of pearls, Olga... I’d like to stuff them in your pink pussy and pull them out one by one... I want that pretty pink pussy of yours in my mouth... your nipples are so hard! You really want my cock don’t you? I gutted you like a pig with that fat cock, didn’t I? Such a naughty little slut you are!”

 

Natalia had finished packing Jewel off and she stood next to the Jag, concealing her impatience. After several minutes of watching their foreplay, Natalia spoke up, “Look, Ariel, we have to get out of here! They’re waiting for us and we’re already an hour late. Let’s pack up that whore you’re playing with and get moving!” Ariel was her superior and was rarely addressed in this way. Natalia had never seen Ariel’s lusts take her over during an assignment like this. She regarded Olga as a worthless whore to be disposed of, not something for their sexual enjoyment. Sensing danger, she reacted. Ariel seemed to snap out of her raptures and resumed what she had intended to do. Olga was shoved on the nasty floor and gagged with a scarf while Natalia lashed her legs together. She growled into the gag as they dragged her to the rear of the Jag. Lifting her, one at her head the other at her feet, they had to swing her in the air and count “1,2,3... Heave!” to get her into the trunk. She landed half atop her squirming assistant.

 

5.

 

Before they had a chance to close the lid, Ariel was startled by a noise. She saw movement in her peripheral vision. She turned to see what it was... “PFFFT!” and an instantaneous sharp metallic “PING!!” Ariel realized someone fired a shot into the car, using a silencer. This was followed immediately by a second “PING!!” Her heart seemed to skip several beats and she gulped hard. A woman’s throaty voice called to her, “Don’t move an inch or the next shot’s for you.” Ariel saw a red laser light as she turned in the direction of the voice. It was pointing straight at her. Natalia made a sudden grab for her automatic. Ariel heard a hollow thump, followed by the sound of Natalia dropping hard on the floor. She had fallen flat on her back and was staring vacantly at the ceiling, gasping irregularly.

 

Ariel felt a rush of heat in her panties as a molten hot fluid ran down her thighs and pitter-pattered on the floor. Simultaneously all her blood seemed to rush from her body, leaving her dizzy and flushed with cold. She gasped out air while a squishing load filled the seat of her panties with a hot oily lump. It was so silent in the room that she heard the tinkling in her panties and a sticky noise from her ass. Ariel stood motionless with her knees liquefying and her tongue stuck in her mouth like a lump of glue, emptying her bladder and bowels in her clothes. She was paralyzed by sheer, abject terror. Ariel had seen her victims like this before- now it was she who was the prey. Ariel knew that in an instant she could be joining her assistant on the floor. In a matter of moments Natalia’s gurgling had stopped- she was dead, staring at the ceiling with a look of surprise and terror frozen into her face.

 

Olga had taken extraordinary precautions for this diamond deal, having been aware of Ariel’s ruthlessness. She was aware of a rumor that one of her associates had cheated her and subsequently vanished- she hadn’t fled with the money, but was assassinated by Ariel or her syndicate accomplices. The body was never discovered. Olga had arranged for a boat to dock at an adjacent pier. She would keep in communication with this backup and kept a “panic button” in her coat. Once activated, this would alert the boat that a problem had arisen- such as a robbery. The weather had been unexpectedly bad and the harbor was very turbulent. Olga knew they were delayed because she had received a text message on her cellphone to that effect, just as she was driving up to the pier.

 

Once Ariel and Natalia had drawn their automatics, Olga knew she needed to stall for time. She had managed to activate the alarm, and two hired bodyguards would soon rush the warehouse. The prior evening, they had familiarized themselves with the layout and cut the locks on two rear doors- a silent point of entry if the need arose. Olga had chosen two women with paramilitary experience- Carla and Milana, both of whom had been bodyguards for diplomats in South America. Carla had once helped to thwart an assassination attempt on the Peruvian ambassador. They were normally hired out by a private security firm, but this assignment was a freelance job.

 

The two bodyguards rushed Ariel and roughly searched her. Carla was talking in Spanish as she rifled through Ariel’s clothes... “She stinks like a pig, this slut...” then added in English, “We surprised you good, didn’t we, bitch? You’re lucky we didn’t kill you.” They removed the stiletto, two automatics and two spare magazines. Milana tied Ariel’s hands behind her back and stood her up again. Ariel’s heels clicked on the floor. Muffled moans alerted them to where Olga and Jewel were tied up in the Jag’s trunk. With Milana holding the barrel of an automatic in Ariel’s left nostril, Carla untied her intended victims.

 

Ariel was gasping and sniffling in her fear. It was her turn to be the humiliated prey. With her eyes fastened on Milana, Ariel was startled by the sound of high heels clip-clopping in her direction with the intensity of a thoroughbred racehorse. Turning towards the menacing sound, she saw the blur of Olga’s bejeweled hand as it swiped her across the face. “SLAP!” The sound of it was wet, fleshy and hollow. Her mouth actually popped from the force of it. She fell sideways and landed in a crouch, trying to sit up with her hands tied behind her. Her eyes were glassy and startled, staring at nothingness... she had resigned herself to destruction at the hands of her former antagonist. A trickle of blood ran from the corner of her mouth. Olga took her head in her hands, grabbing her by the hair, and spit in her face... “Bitch! Cunt! Asshole! Did you think you could get away with this? Did you think you could do this to me? You pea-brained, stupid cunt!” Olga growled and planted her sharp high-heeled toe in Ariel’s shivering flesh. She refused to plead with Olga. Her eyes were those of a subdued prey waiting for the lethal stroke.

 

Jewel was shivering in the front seat of the Jag, barely cognizant of the drama taking place before her. The cars were started and the door opened. Olga instructed Milana to tie the bitch up and stuff her in the Jag, while Carla was revving up the Astin Martin. “We’ve got to get out of here fast!,” Carla said, urging Olga to jump in the driver’s seat and get moving. She dragged Natalia out to the pierside, pushing her over. Her body made a loud splash and was taken away by the rapid current. Carla then returned to the boat, speeding away through the rough harbor. Milana was to stay with Ariel in the Jag, following Olga. Milana had been distracted while trussing up Ariel. This provided Ariel with a futile opportunity to flee. With her hands tied behind her and a cord dangling from her left heel, Ariel dashed for the open door. Looking back at her pursuer, she rammed into the sharp edge of the door and collapsed, thrashing and squealing in terror. Her legs flailed in the air as she struggled to get back on her feet, turning to see if Milana was going to catch her. If not for the urgency of the situation, Olga would have laughed at this comical attempt to flee. With Milana rushing at her, Ariel bounded awkwardly to her feet and vanished into the darkness. Milana suddenly stopped. She was startled by a loud “plunk” in the water. Ariel had ran right off the pier!

 

This development further panicked Olga and her clique. They heard Carla speed away in the motorboat, Ariel had joined Natalia in the harbor, and Jewel was a whimpering idiot. They sped away and hit the turnpike. Carla and Milana took their pay and vanished to South America. Jewel also vanished for several days... evidently this experience proved too much for her, though she later rejoined Olga in the diamond district. The newspapers reported the story of a glamorous lady pulled from the harbor, partially bound. She was identified as Ariel Petranilla, a wealthy diamond merchant  Her ex-husband had barely recognized her body when he was summoned to identify her- her milky, distorted eyes were bulged out and crossed in a hideous, sightless stare... her enormous swollen tongue protruded grotesquely. He recognized her by the jewelry she wore and by a small tattoo on her lower back. Horrified by Ariel’s fate, he joined her former associates in posting a $75,000 reward for any information leading to the killer. Furthermore, her assistant Natalia Tigrov was missing and presumed dead.

 

The syndicate was closing in on Olga and she feared for her life. They knew what had happened- or at least they were aware of Olga’s responsibility. The diamonds were never recovered and the $60K was missing. Severe retribution was only a matter of time. There were meathooks, hungry fish or smelting pots waiting for those responsible. Olga promptly liquidated her assets, sold her house at a bargain price and left for South America. The syndicate took Jewel as its consolation prize. Olga may have slipped from their grasp, but Jewel was found in a sack two months later, the last victim of this vicious little diamond war.

 

Part 2.

 

Jillian Barbieri. Ariel’s Favorite Hit.

 

A Prequel to ‘Hitwoman.’

 

Ariel slipped into the silky embrace of her stretch tweed suit. She never wore slips or camisoles. Her dresses and suits were always lined with slippery silks and satins that kissed her body. Ariel kept her pampered flesh enveloped in layers of luxury. She was dripping with jewels and swimming in haute couture. Literally dressed to kill, Ariel carefully placed her loaded .25 caliber automatic in a custom made holster stitched into her Fendi purse. After checking her makeup in the mirror, she touched up her lips with ruby red lipstick. They matched her nails. A heavy gloss was applied to her lips. Ariel’s panties were already sticky with cream, both at the anticipation of her next hit and from the slow ritual of dressing her oversexed body. She savored the whisper of silk and lace as she moved, bathing in the sensuous warmth of her sable fur coat. For Ariel, dressing her body was a masturbatory experience. She was not only a narcissistic sensualist, but an icy, calculating sadist.

 

Forty miles away at a rural estate, another voluptuous woman was completing a similar ritual. Jillian enjoyed the feel of crisp, crackling new clothes as she tried on the different outfits that were brought out for her. She was sharing the floor-length mirror with Anne. As Jillian shrugged into a tight riding jacket, the tags hanging off the sleeve, Anne was buttoning up her blouse over a bright pink scarf. She tied it around her throat and savored the crisp, slippery silk dipped in her sweaty cleavage. As Anne adjusted the collar, Jillian leaned over her shoulder and planted a slow kiss on a patch of exposed, milky flesh. Jillian’s lips seemed to burn her. Anne clasped her blouse at the throat with an instinctive, protective gesture. She moaned. “Not now, look at all these clothes we’ve still got to try on...”

 

Jillian ran her hands around Anne and pressed her tits and mound into her back, while her hands ran over the buttons fastening the silk blouse tight over Anne’s tummy. Jillian loved to rub the buttoned silk over Anne’s soft belly. She loved to slowly unfasten the buttons and kiss and lick the satiny skin before going down into her searing hot cunt. “I just want to strip you and ravish you right here...” “Oh, Jillian, your such a bitch-in-heat!” Anne replied, turning around and pecking a kiss on Jillian’s lips. “Sweetie, we’ve got a date planned for later... in my bedroom, so just wait. I’ve done some shopping of my own and I have some surprises in store for you.” Jillian gulped. Her lips parted and she let out a little “ughh.” She could nearly orgasm just like that. Anne never knew a woman who was so... orgasmic. Their purrs and meows came to an abrupt end as Tammi walked in with another jacket for Jillian to try on.

 

In a serious tone, Anne asked, “What do you think of the blue blouse, in charmeuse?” Jillian was too distracted to answer. Tammi was lusting after Jillian, going to bed each night with memories of Jillian’s perfumes, her musky sweat, her pouty, sensual lips and languorous eyes... and the occasional sight of Jillian’s nude or lingerie-clad body. Tammi seethed with jealousy whenever she caught Anne’s little attentions... the stolen kisses, the pats, the embraces they overtly shared. Tammi’s jealous impulses were equally shared between the two lovers... she hated Anne for being Jillian’s lover, and hated Jillian for loving Anne. One late evening, Tammi was delighted when the two Lezzie lovers were smacking each other and pulling each other’s hair, only to be shattered as she watched them collapse in each other’s arms for a furious bout of lovemaking.

 

Ms. Jillian Barbieri had an insatiable appetite for thoroughbred racehorses. Jillian was addicted to the horse races and to sex, but it was the horses that required more money than she possessed- that, and expensive clothes. Her shopping trips were extravagant, and she occasionally flew to Paris or Milan, returning with bags of dresses, lingerie, scarves, gloves, boots, all from the most upscale boutiques. She preferred London for her riding apparel. If it was sexual sadism that turned against Ariel, for Jillian it was her insatiable greed- and Tammi’s seething jealousy...

 

Tammi managed the accounts for Jillian and knew all the lurid details of her shady deals. She had continually funneled syndicate money from the horses into a Swiss bank account. Over a period of four years, Tammi knew the figure was in excess of $450,000. After Jillian rebuffed her advances at a drunken dinner party, threatening her in a condescending manner, Tammi informed the syndicate and provided photocopies of some incriminating pages from Jillian’s account books. Tammi left town and vanished.

 

As Jillian headed for her appointment, a hot gluey paste was oozing into her tight silk panties. Her nipples swelled painfully inside her tight push-up bra. Her engorged breasts were bloating in the confines of her bustier. She wanted to masturbate. Ariel was feeling similar sensations- wet panties, throbbing nipples, a hot sweat. Both were driven by their impulses- greed for one, the prospect of buying a winning racehorse or a designer suit; and for the other, smashing that beautiful doll and savoring its death throes. Ariel had been provided with several photographs of Jillian- one was taken at her office, wearing a classic pantsuit with heels, one of the others was at a Halloween party, where Jillian had dressed as a vampiress, replete with black corset, leather pants and a riding crop.

 

Ariel immediately noticed Jillian’s thick, sensual lips and her large bust- a 38DD. Jillian had a very light, creamy complexion, with long black hair. One feature Ariel couldn’t see from the photos was Jillian’s protuberant rump. That gelatinous ass was high-slung and deeply cleft. Jillian’s deeply sloping back and slightly knock-kneed legs brought that meaty ass into even greater prominence. Sodomites descended into a furious rut at the mere sight of it in jeans; sadists were overwhelmed with the urge to slap it, spank it or whip it to jelly. Tribades and frotteurs felt their hips involuntarily jerk with the impulse to hump the fleshy ass of Ms Jillian Barbieri. Whether covered in a hard shell of rough denim, jeans that liquefied as her ass wobbled inside, or draped in a soft silk slip, framed in garters and stockings, the thick doughy ass-flesh softened the harder muscle underneath. Most women’s asses will incite lust when they crouch down and thrust it out by drawing in their knees or bending over something- that rotund mass of fat and flesh has an incredible power to bewitch. Some believe that the natural position for coitus is doggystyle and that missionary is an aberration of nature. That may partially explain the power of a woman’s rump to arouse.

 

There are various theories to explain the attractive power of breasts, bellies and other erotogenous features of the female body- whether a thick belly and big breasts means healthier babies, or a round, protuberant  ass evokes the sight of a woman bent over in preparation for doggie-style penetration- the ‘natural’ way. Jillian’s rump was unusual in its dimensions- her 38-inch measurement was projected outwards from her rear and was not due to the width of her hips- which were quite narrow- they gyrated and pivoted enticingly as she walked. Jillian displayed a rolling, bouncy buttocks thrust in one direction with the perfect counterbalance of her heaving chest on the other. She was a walking, living wet dream and Jillian knew just how to dress that body of hers.

 

When Ariel saw Jillian in the flesh, her cunt pulsed hard and her nipples snapped upright. Her sexual nerves buzzed. She had arranged a clandestine meeting at Jillian’s private horse stables. Jillian believed she was meeting a certain Ms Foxe, a dealer in illegal horse steroids. Ariel cringed at the smell of horse manure. It was an icy November morning and Jillian was training a young filly she’d recently bought. The horse’s nostrils spewed clouds of steam like a dragon. Jillian’s long blonde hair was pulled back into a French braid. Her tightly-buttoned riding clothes accentuated her voluptuous figure. She wore knee-high black riding boots, tan jodhpurs, and a tight white blouse adorned with a Hermès scarf she’d tucked inside like a cravat. A brown four-button jacket kept her reasonably warm in the chilly morning air. As she dismounted, she tucked a long black riding crop under her arm and removed her helmet and gloves.

 

The stables were deserted except for the neighing and winnying thoroughbreds. Jillian escorted her new filly into its booth and talked to Ms Foxe about the latest bets and races. Jillian had sent her hired hands to the opposite side of her property to assure the privacy of her illicit transactions. Ms Foxe, that is, Ariel’s assumed identity, stepped back and pulled the automatic from her purse. Jillian’s eyes went wide at the sight of the chrome-plated automatic with its sleek silencer. She opened her mouth but could not speak. Ariel had time to spare and briefly explained to Jillian the reason she was being ‘removed.’ Ariel wanted to draw out the pleasure of watching her squirm.This gave Jillian a few extra moments to regain her composure and plead for her life. She tried seduction as a last pathetic resort. Her fingers unbuttoned her blouse and popped out a milky white breast with its fat pink nipple. The enormous breast jiggled enticingly. Jillian puckered her lips and ran her pink tongue over her teeth. “Please... you can do anything you want with me... anything...” she whispered. Her voice was suave and cajoling, with an underlying tone of desperate urgency.

 

Ariel gaped at Jillian’s beautiful breast and her sensuous mouth, imagining how she might kiss... slow, passionate, hard, wet, with her tongue? Her face betrayed the lustful passion that seethed within her. Her glassy eyes revealed more lust and perversion than fear, even as she faced her executioner. A look of hope and relief crossed Jillian’s face as she realized Ariel lusted for her. Her clitoris tingled inside her tight jodhpurs. Jillian didn’t initially feel the shot that killed her. She heard the ‘pfft’ of the silencer and saw a whiff of smoke. Warm blood oozed into her blouse. She looked down at the hole in her chest before turning her eyes to Ariel with a stupefied gaze as if to ask “Why?” Jillian dropped to her knees and stared blankly ahead. She fell back, twisting her legs beneath her, and gurgled. Her body assumed a hideous posture, convulsed one last time and went slack.

 

Jillian’s startled eyes were wide open, staring vacantly at the ceiling beams. An expression of wonder and stupefaction was fixed in her lifeless body. Ariel walked over to her latest victim and took one last look at that snowy breast and pink nipple. She pushed the soft flesh of Jillian’s exposed breast into her brassiere, buttoned the blouse and took her chin between her fingers. If the circumstances were different, they’d have become lovers. Ariel kissed Jillian’s still warm lips and wet mouth, staring into those sightless eyes. Ariel broke off her kiss and savored the shocked expression frozen on Jillian’s face. Two flies crawled into Jillian’s cloying mouth, attracted by the voluptuous body that was already ripening. The sweet smell of adrenaline-saturated blood filled the air. A thoroughbred neighed in its stall... another horse snorted. For Jillian, Ariel’s icy lips delivered the kiss of death.