Saving the World One Bra at a Time

"You assume too much, and know too little," Tom said, as he watched her hand around his cock. She touched it with expert hands, and refused him any slack. Her hand tight wrapped around him, causing his hips to push up of their own accord.

"You think you know about me, do you? And what of you? What if the reason I am so perfect here for you, knowing all your little secrets, such a good lover, knowing indeed where your destination is because I am not here at all. Perhaps that surgery of yours..."

Tom let a hand wave over her wig, lifting it up enough to see the remnants of a scar running along her skull.

"... lodged something, and now you see things which aren't there, imagine people who don't exist. Am I just that, a Victor to your Sophia? A fast fuck of your imagination?"

He hoped not, as her hand moved, glided along his thick cock, sending shivers up and down his body as she moved over the head. Rock hard between her fingers now, and begging for more.

"Pain and pleasure are but a hair's width from each other. Indistinguishable, my love. Perhaps we could learn to ride that line, see how far we can balance on razor wire before we fall one way or the other. To die as I cum inside you would not be such a bad death after all."
 
Gabrielle laughed.

"Oh so now you think I'm crazy? That my brain is making me see people that are not here, people like you? Let me tell you a little secret Victor, you can't touch, let alone fuck people your brain creates." Her fingers tightened again on his cock.

"You dear Victor, I can feel. You are not some smoke and mirror that a fevered brain has conjured. You are flesh and blood, two things we both like. Now it's possible you read my file. Perhaps in that file it said I like it rough. Even so some things can be faked and some things if you pay attention can't. You like it rough. I know you do. I can tell." She said sliding her lips along his mouth tugging with them at his lower lip.

"Sure I just had brain surgery and I might be dying or I might surprise people. Regardless I am not stupid. There are games I like to play and games I don't. Her right arm chose that moment to go weak. She acted causal. He didn't need to know about that, weakness was dangerous.

"Let me tell you something else Victor. If you were a figment, my perfect imaginary lover would never have given me the name of my sister. That is a big no no. What are ya on for your injury anyway? Hmm? Cause that there was a pretty big slip. Oh but you assumed I knew. Right." She used her obedient left hand and arm to tweak at his nipples.

"Pain and pleasure are but a hair's width from each other. Indistinguishable, my love. Perhaps we could learn to ride that line, see how far we can balance on razor wire before we fall one way or the other. To die as I cum inside you would not be such a bad death after all." He had said.

"You know what? I agree. I like the way you think. I was thinking that earlier when we fucked in the sky. So let's give it a shot Victor. Let's make the pleasure and pain strong for us both, let's see how close to death we can come in a tangle of flesh and fluid. How wonderful it would be to die like that rather then hooked up to machines having your brain shaved a little more each day, shrinking inside your withered flesh each day, brain still working but only minimally until you just didn't care? Hell no. Going out in a blaze of glory, or carnal delight, that is how I want to go. We are a matched pair that way Victor." She said moving onto her knees on the bench.

"I'll even bet you have a plan for how you want it this time. We have more room now. Perhaps our petite morte can become more oui?" Her blue eyes fixed him with a devilish glimmer.

"My assassin. Victor. Let's do this. Let's make it fine and possibly final." She said her lips quirking up into a smile.
 
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Perhaps she didn't know the intricacies after brain surgery. The phantom ghosts inside ones heads, the smells, the sights, the memories that float around and look so real it is hard to distinguish. Some people will look at family members as complete strangers, while simple nurses they will go into intimate background of their friend and relatives.

She had been spared that, her reality came in sharp focus and she knew everything going on around her. A shame for him. She just had brain surgery, and he was the one on the losing end of the battle.

There were worse things that could happen. For her to know too much about him before the end was a small thing considered. Maybe that little shift in brain really did make her psychic, it just got her in tune with the world around her.

Now that would be a fun sight when they finally got to their destination.

Tom took her from behind, her glistening cunt begging for his cock. He more than happily obliged, thrusting deep within her, grabbing her and yanking her back so she leaned up into him.

His hands wrapped around her neck, and squeezed, hard. As he thrust, they squeezed, as he let go, they did not. He held her in a vise next to him, wanting to feel the blood drain, wanted to feel her gasp and choke.

"Die for me," He whispered, fucking her again, their bodies slapping together, their minds afire with delight, "Die for me as you cum for me."
 
His strong arms went around her with no more denials or words. He lifted her. She let him. He moved her around and back on her knees only facing away from him this time. Briefly she worried about her recalcitrant right arm holding her up if she was forced onto her hands and knees. She was tired of the good fight. So damn tired of so many things.

She undid her pants, let him pull them down her thighs, like some dirty school girl in a play yard at recess. Gabi knew she was seeing things when Momma came around. Was it right to trust vision that could not be real? She didn't know anymore. She only knew that she wanted him to fuck her again. She wanted to feel alive again for a few minutes. Sure she was being foolish. It wasn't safe but it was her life and no one else's.

He pulled her panties down too, shoving them on the bench then opened his own pants. As he pushed his pants down, Gabrielle glanced back at him, seeing his wound. Yes it was a gun shot that had him limping. She had somehow figured that. Probably Sophia had shot him for some reason. That was why he was fucking her sister now really. That anger made me want revenge. She didn't stop to wonder how she knew that or if it were really true because it didn't really matter, she believed it. Gabi still wanted him inside her. She still wanted to play dangerous little games with him.

His words about her imagining things bothered her a little but she brushed them aside. She would know more if she had stayed at the hospital. If she had pumped the doctors and nurses for the information bites they gave out only in meager portions while demanding everything of you. Fuck that! They were not on the level. She was sure of that much.

Gabi wiggled her ass at him, bending forward a little, then pushing back at him. She was practically begging him to fuck her now. She wanted Victor to see her lower lips bright with blooded excitement, the were brick red, she knew. They would be slightly open, all swollen and very, very wet.

He eased into her non too gently, pulling her up and back to him. She grunted a little when he started to fill her. He plunged deep, jerking her again upright. Victor was playing rough. Gabi loved that he was. She leaned back against him as he seemed to want her to do, while he held her in place.

He plunged down her dark, wet tunnel. She felt his cock rub against the slightly ridged flesh inside her. Gabi contracted on him, the heat of his cock and her cunt combining to make something greater than either of them could alone create. She waited for him to begin to hurt her. Gabrielle felt sure he would. She pressed her back against his shirt the fabric feeling much rougher than his skin would have. She squeezed hard on his cock.

Soon she was rewarded, with his hands and arms cutting off her supply of air. Yes! She thought. How delicious. This was not some sub with a trusted Dom. There was no trust here. This was danger with a near stranger. This was death come to play.

Perhaps life had been too hard on Gabrielle. Maybe the constant threat of death had blunted her worries about it or her current health crisis made her want to embrace it. Maybe it was just rough sex that she loved. The danger made her more excited than she had been before.

Each time he increased the pressure on her neck, she squeezed his cock harder. She began to get lightheaded. He pushed into her harder as if fighting the muscles she could employ to against him there.

She felt him growing bigger inside her but she knew he needed the pain or threat of death to push him all the way over the edge. Suddenly with no warning She shoved her head back into his face as hard as she could making his nose crack. She chuckled, but damn that had hurt her possibly more than it did him. She felt a trickle of warm fluid on her forehead. She sucked in oxygen then as much as she could. His grip had loosened just enough.

Victor had released her neck a little in her surprise attack but now he clamped onto her neck harder with a growl. He sounding like an animal. Primative and raw, she loved that sound goose bumps broke out on her skin. She felt him lean down. He bit the back of her neck the way an animal would to make the female comply with their assault. He bit her hard. She knew there would be a mark.

His thrusts were coming faster and deeper than before. She reached back to grab his wound and squeeze it like she had done on the plane but her right arm again failed her. She started to gasp for air. Gabi felt her vision dimming. It was becoming blurry on the edges. There were still things she could do to save herself.

The truth was she didn't want to. It felt too good, too exciting. She chocked trying to breathe but there was no way. Victor kept shoving in and out of her pushing her against him, cutting off her air. He was so rough that she was being moved on the bench slowly forward. Gabrielle watched her face and his while he choked her, fucked her and said what he wanted. She watched their reflections in the glass.

"Die for me," He whispered, fucking her again, their bodies slapping together, their minds afire with delight, "Die for me as you cum for me."

The countryside went by outside the window. Her eyes sometimes saw that, but it was getting progressively harder to see anything at all. Eventually she was right up against the end of the bench her face once again on the cool glass window as Victor fucked her. She started to fight back now, not because she wanted to, or with any cool minded tactics that might actually work. She began to struggle because the body tries to survive, the mind won't go so quietly into that darkness, even when you want it to.

He pressed her tighter up against the window and the end of the bench, the metal and cushioned arm rest making contact with her clit now and again, as he shoved into her so hard. She was sputtering for breath, fighting ineffectively. Everything was so alive in her now, ironically, since in a very real way, she might be dying.

He was watching her face in the glass. She knew it but could no longer see him or herself or anything. Gabi's body turned over inside, her orgasm felt like it was crushing her as it ripped through her harder than any she had known before. She whined a little, face scrunching up. Her vision was black now.

Her struggles stopped.

She was limp in his arms.

Her body was still spread around his cock.
 
Reese didn't hesitate the moment before he crashed into the gate. The black sedan, unmarkable and untracable, as per agent regulations for any car they used or were given, screamed and whined as it broke chain and steel, ripping apart hinges. Sparks flew from both sides of the car, as Reese sped on. Such a good car.

They were built tough, to last. Never flat tires, immensely powerful engines, a caged reinforced body, and bullet proof glass. This was the latest arsenal in luxury cars, one could almost go to war inside the fucking thing and feel safe.

As Reese just now proved, speeding deep into the compound. Guards, either asleep or lack of posts seemed to jump at the commotion. They had dropped the ball, unfortunately, and now shit was about to hit the fan.

Reese was good at that. He was a fucking genius when it came to shit hitting the fan. His father... or maybe it was one of the mentors they had sent him to. One of those trainers that had forced him to handle ever gun ever created, or survive ten days in the wilderness with a jack knife and roll of toilet paper. Yes, maybe one of those had told him that when shit hit the fan, you either got out of the way or opened your mouth.

You either took it or you didn't, there was no half assing, even when it came to a fucking disaster.

Reese got out of the car, the M4 in his hands holding steady at the guards caught, metaphoricallly, with their pants down.

"Open wide, mother fuckers," He shot, two shots apiece, to make sure they stayed down. No one else around. Reese put the M4 back over his shoulder, looking at the car.

It was leaking something, and the sound it made was not that purring kitten he had heard when he started it up, but it would run. Might even get him home if he was so lucky.

"Please, let me be right. I haven't been wrong yet, but if there was ever a time, this would be it."

He ran up the stairs, into the first building he could see. If he was right, and this was some fucking joke for him and Sophia, if someone was just jerking his chain, there would be no one inside. An empty, soulless building that harbored nothing more than tarped supplies of a forgotten storage claim.

If not.... if not he was a dead man already. One way or another, shit was going to hit the fan.

Reese kicked the door open.
 
Tom stopped in mid thrust, looking down at her now limp body. He gave a sigh of pleasure as he still felt her wet soppy cunt ease him deeper into her. She may be out, but her body still beggd for his cock. If the cunt wanted it, she would ask, silky lips begging for him to go deeper, wanting more.

Flipping her over, Tom bent down, his hand on her chest. Yes, she was breathing, shallow but still there. A good girl, she could take it as well as dish it out. Maybe there was a connection. He could feel it, the guilty slip of the danger before them, knowing each fuck could be their last, and their greatest. He loved her with all his heart, watching her unconcious under him, his cock still buried deep.

"Fucking cunt, can't get out of it that easy."

His cock came out with a soppy pop, as her cunt left gaping open for a moment. He spread her legs, far and wide, pushing them up on his shoulders, opening herself up to him more.

Sophia was unconscious, but more importantly, she was relaxed. Her whole body limp, eyes fluttering from a dream, or perhaps more. Perhaps her own reality was coming out. Dark and demented souls searching for her, raping her body, making her love and hate every moment of it. So painful, so dangerous, so wonderful.

Tom had become her demon, and her angel, teetering between the two like some lop-sided top on a bad spin, twirling as much side to side as around.

He spread those ass cheeks of hers, his cock still glistening with her juice, covered in it found her opening. God it was tight, he pushed and nothing. His cock at her entrance, begging to come in, met with such resistance. Oh, it would be tight.

Had she ever been fucked in the ass? A lustful pain worshipper such as herself must have. She must love a huge cock barreling down, keeping her under its control, dominated by pain and an urge, an inhuman desire for more as it came, as she came.

Pushing again, he felt a pop, a slippery slide as his head pushed her. Her ring gave way to him, opened up, a rosebud yearning for the sun. Another grunt, a push, and he had imbedded deep within her. God, it was so tight. If he thought her cunt was a vise, this was fucking unbelievable. He could feel her heartbeat through the sides that clamped onto him, no give this time, not loving stroke or squeeze, just a tight hold that refused to let go.

"Such a good girl," He whispered, as he started to fuck her ass.
 
Sophia hit the snow and took off down the mountain, her mind for the next several moments focused on nothing, but taking each turn with speed and agility. The cold mountain air hit her face as she speed faster and faster down the slope. She saw the trees and dodged around them swiftly and easily. Soon Sophia was getting in the mix of other skiers and she began to slow down, finally resting on the bottom. It was just what she needed, a short trip to clear her head.

She pulled her cap and mask from her eyes and scanned the area. Looking over the resort, she pushed her feet back towards the lift once more. Sophia returned the skies and headed over to a vendor that sold hot cocoa. Thanking him, she drank deep its chocolate flavor. A woman, dressed in a black ski jacket and matching slacks approached her.

Sophia recognized her, closed her eyes and muttered, "Oh shit," she looked up, "Hey Deb, fancy meeting you here."

"Yep, I'm kinda surprised I'm still here. I mean, I get this call.. deliver a couple of envelopes, and I figure cool, I'll do that and head home. Well, imagine my surprise when Reese walks out of the resort, where I'm pretty sure, he was supposed to die."

Sophia just looked at the woman. "Now... I thought, ok.. She's going to finish him on the way to the site, well.. I'll be damned, I was wrong again. I look over and here's Miss Sophia drinking hot cocoa like she's on a fucking vacation. So I radio a friend, and do you know what he tells me?" Deb looked at Sophia, "Of course you don't baby, your on vacation here in the Alps."

Glaring at Deb, Sophia lowered her voice, "Just get to the point."

"He stormed the warehouse early, bitch!"

Sophia closed her fists at her side, "I'm sure he had a good reason, and I don't think you need to get so violent, sugar."

Deb grabbed her wrist, "You were supposed to kill him, Sophia and that was an order from the top. When he gets back, do it!" She spun around, then stopped when she heard Sophia's firm, "No."

"What?" Deb looked at her, her mouth dropped.

"I'm not going to, here's the deal. I don't want him dead, they kill him, then I'm gone. I won't work for them, I'll not touch any job they give me. He is safe, Gabi is safe, they take them out. I'm gone, and Deb... just so they believe me, tell them I have the disk and the jewel."

Deb looked at her, "What the fuck are you talking about? What disk, what jewel?"

"They'll know, in the meantime, tell them to back off Reese and Gabi, do you understand me? I want my sister found, and I want Reese alive and left alone. I'll destroy the disk, and honey... that rock will make me enough money on the black market. Rich enough, that I could buy someone to look like me and my sister, and give us each a new life."

Sophia said nothing more, she left the other agent standing in the snow. Back in the room she stripped down her clothes and got into the shower. Noticing that sometime Reese had gotten rid of the dead body and the blood. She stood under the steam of the shower, her knife on the dispenser, just in case Deb, didn't believe her. But she knew she had bought Gabi and Reese some more time.
 
Alex peered out the window. There were mixed feelings about all of this churning inside of him. He did want to see Cassandra, of course he did, but he hated to be interrupted in what is now getting close to fruition and the timing could not have been more inappropriate. He still loved the gawddamn woman yet hated her for making him believe she was dead. He hated to leave his work but this was obviously urgent. She wouldn't have came out of the woodwork if it wasn't. Or was it? He thought through the possibility of her setting him up, you just never know with women. He will just have to make sure the balance was tipped in his favor.

He had two sets of scientists working on two separate projects, they were unaware of the other but both were needed for the single outcome. One was on schedule but the other was lagging behind, dragging everything else down with it and he could not tolerate that. Maybe a reminder of the consequences would spur them on to be more efficient with their dwindling time. Opening his briefcase he flipped through the folders till he found what he was looking for. The documents showed him each and every member of the scientists' family and their location. It can be quite amusing when you just mention the name of a wife or daughter in idle chit-chat and see the instant understanding in their faces. Fuck em, they were just cogs in the big machine that he ran. What did he care. Sometimes you sacrifice the pawn or the bishop to seize a rook or a queen as long as you capture the king in the end.

The newly hand-picked stewardess walked by and Alex grabbed her thigh. His hand slid up under her skirt till his thumb found the twin mounds pressing against the thin fabric of her panties. Pressing firmly against the moist material he stroked her sex as he spoke, "ask the Captain how much longer till we arrive."

She was not expecting such an introduction from her new boss and she was obviously flustered but what can you do when you are thousands of feet in the air, moving over 700 miles an hour.

"Ye..yes...yes sir, Mr Conrad." She gasped audibly when he flicked his nail across her clit then freed her to return back to his folders, but not before he sniffed his thumb in front of her.
 
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Cassandra waited at the hotel, she had checked in, set up her own equipment and then enjoyed a light dinner. She was nervous about seeing him again. When she had faked her death it was to protect them. As Cass laid on the bed, her arms under her head, she remembered the day it happened the day she died.

"You go or they go," the voice on the other end of the line crackled.

They had found her, she'd hidden for eight years, spent five of them with Alex, three on the run as a different woman, yet they had found her. She knew who they were, she knew if she didn't leave right then, her daughters and her husband would be dead. Cassandra had hung up the phone, kissed her daughters goodbye, told their nanny she'd be back later. But, she never went back.

Her car was found three days later, burned to a crisp, her dental records had miraculously matched the dead woman that was found in the car. Broken beer bottles burned and charred scattered on the floor. While they were having her funeral, Cassandra was on a jet flying over the Atlantic.


She wouldn't have been here now, but she needed to find out why Alex had come after her, why he had killed Olivia. Did he know she was the match? Did he know if he killed her, he killed their daughter?

Looking at the time, she moved from the bed, and slipped into her clothes for the night. She hadn't told his goon where to meet, Alex would now. It was his favorite place, his one kink that even she enjoyed.

Grabbing her long, black trench coat Cassandra covered up her evening wear. The black, thigh high boots raised her another five inches, encasing her legs, like they were melted onto her flesh. The tight, black mini hugged her ass, the thong rested against her shaved pussy. She fastened the coat, covering the corset that hugged and squeezed her tits tight, and forced the white globes to almost spill free.

Tossing her long auburn curls, she moved towards the door of her hotel. Stopping to make sure the boots hid her knife, the jacket housed her gun, she ran her lipstick over her full lips. Her car was brought around as the valet parking attendant eyed her like she was a piece of candy that needed licked. She blew him a kiss as she pulled out into the night, heading for her meeting at Alex's favorite whore supplier, Delilah.
 
Gabi was dead now. She was dead to the world, brain dead, dead free.

She was a baby again being held, rocked and crooned too. Her tiny face was not her own. It was Sophia's. This frightened her at first. Eventually she relaxed into it, began to enjoy it. Momma held her, beamed at her, worried over her. She felt a great sigh of relief pass out of her.

As Sophia, she was loved and tended to by her Daddy too, when he was home. It got better. She went to a loving home after their parents died. She had normal birthday parties with pink cakes. She fucked normal boyfriends on prom night. Everyone loved Sophia.

The rocking got harder.

"Baby! You went and fucked him again? How could you?"

"Momma?"

"Yes, it's me."

"You don't exist Momma. You are a dream but you're not real, you can't be."

"I warned you about him didn't I?"

"Yes."

"Can you feel yourself now?"

"No."

"You let him kill you Gabi. You let him fuck you again."

"Yes."

"Why baby? Why?"

"Momma?"

"Yes?"

"Can you think of a better way to die?"

"No baby I can't."

"Bingo."

She floated back to him. Her body slowly filling with oxygen. Cell by cell coming back alive, vibrating with life and pleasure. Her feet were buzzing with waves of nerves. Her cunt was twitching and dripping.

She was riding a wave. Over and over the wave pushed against her. It pushed inside her too. Growing in volume and intensity, threatening to break her in two.

Gabi was beginning to realize she was just Gabrielle again. Alone in the world, unloved and with absolutely no hope of any in the future. She opened her large blue eyes.

There he was, her Victor. He was fucking her and it hurt like hell. She smiled up at him, looking like she was still in a daze.

"Next time," she grunted, "I get to kill you and fuck you in the ass."

She bowed up to him, her hands grabbing at him. One was slower but she wasn't thinking about it. Her blunt nails dug into him. Her teeth bit his nipple through his shirt hard. Yes, he was hurting her. There is nothing in the world that will make an ass fuck not hurt if you don't use lube other than body fluids.

Lucky for him Gabi was made of sturdy stuff and liked pain. She made her ass push on him as if she were trying to shit his dick out. Between that and the pain, she could feel him growing inside her. She could feel his pulse in his cock. One day she would make it slow down and die. Gabrielle would make it like it too, maybe even make him beg for it, yeah, she so would.
 
"Thought that might bring you back around," Tom gave her a shit eating grin as he pounded deep into her ass. She was resisting him, and his cock ached, chafed against her dry walls. He could feel it, such pain, moving and moxing as they fucked each other. In love, they were in love, and would fuck until the end, fuck until one of them couldn't bring the other one back with kisses or promises.

But, it wouldn't be this time. He hissed as she bit into him, glaring down at such lovely features.

"Fucking cunt," His breath caught short, as he raped her ass for a final time, plunging deep into her, cumming inside her bowels, releasing himself over and over again.
 
Once the jet touched down Alex kicked into gear. His hand locked on the stewardess' as he barked orders in the cellphone. "Get some men over to case Delilah's...Yes the whorehouse you idiot...I want that place thoroughly checked out...You don't worry about Delilah, I will handle her...Check everyone in there, and everyone who comes and goes. Get it done, now!" He killed the phone and stood before the open door held by the driver. "Get in." she whimpered but did as told and he slid in beside her. "Oh shut up, I haven't done anything to you....yet. Let's get something straight...", he looked at her name tag then up at her, "...bitch. You work for me. I intend for you to earn your money." Tapping the driver on the shoulder, "Delilah's and not tomorrow."

He tossed his briefcase by his feet then yanked down his zipper. "Now, earn my money, do it well enough and I might give you a raise. His hand tangled itself in her hair, "if you think the waterworks are going to change anything, think again. Look. Look at it I said! See, you're only making my cock harder." Down went her head as he pulled till he got his cock stuffed into her mouth. "That's it, prompt and courteous service."

She worked at him hard as he lean back and spread his arms over the back of the seat watching her. He made her work at it, each time he was about to flood her mouth he began to think the delays with the project and it squelched the oncoming orgasm. On and on it went while they drove into the city, the stewardess growing fearful that she wasn't pleasing him and what he might do if she didn't.

The car pulled to a stop on a side street of Delilah's and Alex rolled his window down. One of his henchmen came up, spying the sobbing bobbing head of a woman in Alex's lap. A smirk on his face, "it's clean boss. No one in there is a worry and we swept the place. No bugs to be found. But the owner is one pissed off whore."

Yanking the girl back from his meat he zipped up, "good, keep the men in their positions and wait for my word. I'll soothe the bird's feathers once I go in." He climbed out of the car, his back to her, "no raise for you, slut." Shutting the door he leaned in through the window, "Oh, one more thing, you're fired."

He handed the briefcase to the man walking with him, "keep this with you at all times. I will be back for it soon enough. I already want out of the stink hole of a city."

"What ever you say boss."
 
Thoughts of Reese filled her head as she showered. He would have only decided to take the mission on his own, if he thought she was in trouble. Once her shower was over she pulled a towel around her body.

Picking up the phone she dialed headquarters, "Any word?... Damn it!.. Find her! .... What about Tom?.. Fuck.. Yes I talked to Deb, she's deliving a message from me... Just follow it."

Hanging up the phone she, grabbed the fruit from the tray and waited for Reese to return. She was angry, she needed him here with her. Her body wanted him, she needed tension and pressure released and only he could do that for her.

Flipping the TV on she waited, if he wasn't back by the time the mission was supposed to start, she'd head out looking for him, "Damn it, he should have waited," she yelled at the couple that were fucking on the TV monitor.
 
She stood there watching the hoopla surrounding the building. The men moved in and out, checking for cameras and wires. Delilah's yelling could be heard across the street to the diner she was sitting at. She shook her head at the scene. Cassandra knew he'd do that, hell it was what she'd have done, but this was her meeting, she was calling the shots. "He's called enough of them," she thought, as she finished her soda.

Her phone vibrated in her pocket. She read the text message "landed-eta 20". Pushing a series of buttons, Cassandra closed the phone, handed it to the teen that was coming by to pick up her empty soda bottle, "Here doll," she said. The teen looked at the cell phone, then at Cass. "I just don't feel like talking to the cheating bastard anymore," she said in a teary voice. "You take it, I've cleared the address book and everything, its yours love, and you can use all the minutes up too.... their prepaid." Cassandra got up, walked out the door, pushed her hair back and became the strong woman she had become since she had died the first time, before Alex.

The goons were inside Delilah's now, waiting for him. For Alex. She walked up and casually leaned against the side of the whore house. The men inside watched her from the window, never doubting her hooker appeal or appearance. "Another one of Delilah's girls," she knew that was what they were thinking. Pulling a cigarette from inside her jacket, she brought it to her lips, pretended to light it. If the idiots inside had been watching her hands, and not her body, they would have seen there was no smoke coming from the stem. "What a group, Alex." She wondered if he knew how incompetent his men were.

As soon as she saw him, her body ached. She ran her eyes over him, he had changed. Of course so had she. He was still fit and firm, but it was stronger, more refined then before. His clothes hugged him. The few specks of salt and pepper in his hair only added to his appeal.

She watched as he handed the briefcase to his goon, she chuckled, she couldn't believe he still worked for Alex. "Oh well," she thought to herself, crushing the unlit cigarette.

His head bobbed back into the window of the car, and she smirked as he shouted inside to the person, she couldn't see. Cassandra worked the buttons of her leather trench coat, the wind whipped around her, exposing her flesh. She knew he'd recognize her, she needed him to. Looking over at him, his body now facing the front of his whore's place, Cassandra took in the hard shaft that protruded from his slacks.

Pushing her way from the wall, she walked towards him. The goons saw her, she made eye contact with both of them. "Good," she thought, "they think I'm just one of Deli's girls." Running her tongue over her pearly white teeth, she eyed each one of their cocks before sliding up to Alex. Her hand griped his shaft, "Need some help?"

She saw it, saw the look in his eyes. "Hungry Alex?" Her tongue thrust into his mouth as her hand stroked his hard shaft. "Did your little toy in the car not get the job done? Let's talk love," nodding her head towards the black Lincoln, "you can even drive this time... seeing as I died the last time I drove a Lincoln."
 
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Reese walked into the room, looking at Sophia on the bed. She had an angry frustrated and somehow elegant look on her face. As if she were angry and horny for him at the same time. He didn't hav e alook of much anything at all, however, as he threw files down at the floor.

"Each one missing something," he said, as if they had somehow disappointed him, "Each one pointing us in a different direction. God, some talk about a dirty bomb in the capital, others are research on viral infections. There are links to Arizona, Sudan, Paris, Sydney. Fuck, there's enough leads to keep an entire agency years to uncover."

That wasn't th part that scared him though. The guards, just enough to make it look tough getting into the building. Most of the security was low tech, without human help. All those camera's they had seen were set up in a monitor room that looked as if no one had been in there for months. No tapes, no recordings, nothing. He walked into a shell of a complex, run down and disorganized before anyone had ever thought of sending him or Sophia down to look for clues.

"And that's just enough. Each one had just enough evidence to make it a legitimate lead. Just enough. Not more, not less. IT's a fucking set up. It's been a set up since the beginning. This isn't about some code, or virus infection. It's about you... you and your sister. They're trying to see how far they can push you."

God, they had already tested her above and beyond. To kill your lover, put a bullet through him in cold blood, because a piece of paper told you to, because the training made you seperate yourself from any humanity you thought you once had.

It sickened him, he took out a bottle of whiskey, drinking it hard.

"I don't know what to think anymore. I know it stinks, that much is certain. That building was fattened up and hung out for us, perfect bait, hoping we would take it."

God, whose side were they on? Were there even sides anymore? Sophia was already determined to go rogue, where did that leave him? His name already on some government casualty list, getting nothing but a star on some wall, no name, no grave, just a lowly star to symbolize who he once was.
 
Exactly seven and a half minutes after the op was supposed to start an explosion rocked the area.

There would be no need for clean up on this one. The building and bodies were destroyed in the blast.
 
Alex recognized her immediately, even under the garish slut paint and whorish attire he saw it was Cassandra. An appearance he actually liked on her. As she stepped onto the curb of the sidewalk Alex whispered to Dern, his man running everything for him in this sector, "play dumb and let me take it from here." Dern conveyed the message discreetly through the micromic to the others as the woman cut a swath through the hazy night air. The bulge in Alex's slacks grew as he watched her strut. Dern palmed the derringer that dropped from his sleeve, gripped the handle of the briefcase a little tighter then put some distance between him and his boss holding a clear angle just incase.

The coat swept back as she sashayed toward Alex. Her hips rocked in an enticing rhythm while her breasts jostled, threatening to spill from the confines of her corset with each click of her heels on the concrete.

She saw it, saw the look in his eyes. "Hungry Alex?" Her tongue thrust into his mouth as her hand stroked his hard shaft. "Did your little toy in the car not get the job done? Let's talk love," nodding her head towards the black Lincoln, "you can even drive this time... seeing as I died the last time I drove a Lincoln."

Alex was hungry, famished would be the more correct term. When she grabbed his engorged meat she only abbetted the situation. He kissed her back as hard as she did him, shoving his tongue as deep into her mouth as he could but when she broke free and said let's go, all the pent up grief from the past boiled over.

The back of his hand struck her hard across her mouth. "You fuckin cunt. Do you realize the pain and anguish you brought me? I lived with it day after day only to suffer more night after night for years, damn you, only to find out is was all a ruse!" He was as furious as he was aroused. "Fuck you, you gawddamn bitch, you ripped my fuckin heart out!" He yanked her back to him as he raped her mouth, almost devouring her. His hands clawed her skirt up then gripped the cheeks of her ass tightly, digging into her flesh with his nails as he ground his lips against hers.

This time he was the one to break it off as he panted from anger and lust. hand in hers her went to the car she motioned to, almost dragging her along.

A quick look over his shoulder he told Dern, "follow us in the car, I may need a lift back, and dump the useless slut if she is still in it."

The tires smoked as he hit the gas and they left his men and the still hissing Delilah behind them, street lamps whipping past in a blur.

"You have some explaining to do Cass, now is as good a time as any", he said as his hand roamed the stockinged thigh of his wife.
 
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Gabrielle laughed even as the tears of pain made her vision swim again.

"Watch who you are calling a cunt, you pussy!" She growled, then bit his nipple harder. He started to come inside her then. She felt a perfect wreck. She knew she was bleeding now. Gabi just didn't care. This thing she had found with her Victor was good, nearly perfect if they could get past the facts.

She ticked off the facts in her mind. Fact one, they were supposed to kill each other. Fact two he wanted her sister, not her at all. Fact three her sister and this guy, had worked together and hurt each other. Shit! Was there anyway this could end up in a good place? Did anything in her life ever end up in a good place? Not so far.

She could smell her momma's vanilla scent suddenly. It sort of blended with the smell of a cake in the oven. She saw Sophie running with the cake. Then she saw herself as a four year old sitting in the pink cake. No, nothing so far had ended up in a good place.

"Did that hurt Victor?" She asked. She knew it had even before he came, even before he gave her a sign.

"Good. Next time I get to hurt you more. Yeah, more than you just hurt me." She said and laughed again.

"I promise you'll love it." Gabrielle wondered even as she said it if there would be a next time. She gave that thought a mental shrug surely he would at least fuck her while he killed her for real. So yeah, another time, was probably going to happen. If it didn't? Well that was life, a constant shit storm.
 
Sophia looked at the files on the floor, papers, pictures, graphs, everything that would make someone in their position sit around and snap photos of. Wasting time, that's what they would have been doing. She glanced at the time, "Hell, the mission isn't even scheduled for us to raid for another 10 minutes, what the fuck were they planning?"

She gathered the Intel off the floor, and flipped through it. "It sure would have fooled us, if we had to have fought our way through it." Sitting down on the bed all thoughts of enjoying Reese and a tete-a-tete left her mind. The files soon found their way into a trash can and then she laid back on the bed.

"Reese, let's play that game again." She stared at the ceiling, "You know the one we played in the cabin." Scooting over to give him room to lay down beside her, she counted a few of the swirls in the ceiling of the garish room.

"I'll ask you a question and you ask me one deal?"

She rolled onto her elbow and looked at him, her eyes locking with his, "I'll go first. Do you trust me?"

Sophia waited. Thoughts of her own trust in him hovered over her mind. Trust was a business one couldn't afford in this life, but it was also something, at one time or two you had to do even if it meant it could kill you.
 
His stare turned frozen as Reese looked at her. The love and devotion gone from that look, eyes once more trained to become ice blue, a void of any recognizable emotion. It was cold and brutal, Reese felt spite as he stared at her. She had put so much of herself in his hands, trusted him so well. She would rather keep him alive then do her own job, and all she asked was trust.

Trust? How much trust did she want? Would he turn his back on her with a loaded gun?? He had already done that several times. This was not about her still wanting to kill him, even if that thought still ricocheted inside her brain. No, that thought had fluttered out the moment she got it, as if some bird had stolen its way through a window, and she shooed it back out again.

No, this was something more. She was asking him the question that he himself refused to answer. If Reese had gotten that letter instead of her, would he have easily tossed it away? Was it even possible for him to think of someone else rather than the job anymore?

God, what a question. He would have rather answered about her mother, or father, or her sister, or what he thought of all this, who was really pulling the strings.

It was a game of truth, and he coudl not lie, no matter what. In the end, if they could not trust each other, than they were good as enemies. All other roads led to them in each others arms, screaming as they both pulled the trigger.

"I trust you," He said, sorrow in his voice, a sense of deprivation. The rest of the sentence hung on his lips, but he refused to say them. He trusted her more than she should trust him. More than she felt right now. She should probably already be armed, she should be waiting.

When had he become such a machine?

"There was never any doubt. But the real question remains, why do you trust me so much?"
 
Cassandra's face smarted, but nothing compared to the feeling of his lips on her's, she savored it only wanting more, wanting it harder. She felt her pussy instantly throb and pulsate, as his tongue rammed into her mouth, grinding her lips to his, his tongue violating her mouth and teeth. She wanted him as badly now as she had those years they had been together.

His hand dug into her thigh, Cass shivered in delight as he moved it over her firm leg. The fingers of his hands were like pricks of needles driving into her body.

"Explaining Alex? Please," she rolled her eyes at him. "I would say the same thing about you."

She moved to the center of the seat, turned her body towards his, her breast pressed up against his arm. "I die, and you let my kids grow up with people they don't fuckin' know! Sophia gets a silver spoon and Gabi gets dope and booze, great dad you are!"

Cassandra leaned up and bit the flesh just under his neck, hissed in his ear, "What a fuckin' joke, they would have been better off going with me. But I figured, you'd care for them, you loved them, but I was wrong." She bit on the lobe of his ear, glanced back and moved once more to the other side of the car.

"Your henchman are gone Alex, so its just you and me. See love we all have our little plants here and there, and we all have our little people we move around." Cassandra looked over at him. "Take a right up there on Penn Street, turn left after you go three miles, then park at the abandoned house on the corner. "You'll recognize it love... it's our old house."

"Where it all began, the day your wife died."

Cassandra watched the buildings fly past her, she had everyone set up, Alex's men would be riding in the back of an armored car right now. The surveillance teams monitored the old place and she was just biding her time, till she could kill him; after he answered for Olivia's death, the attempted deaths of the twins and herself, along with the interesting surprise she had uncovered regarding his double life.

Rounding the corner, the small house came into view. Memories of years gone by rushed to her mind, happy times. Alex showing the girls how to ride a tricycle, Cass planting flowers, playing hide-in-seek, a normal family doing normal things. Gone, with one phone call, one call that would have wiped them all off the map. Now, Alex was a part of her life again, this time, it would only be for a short time, long enough to get some answers.
 
When his cock slipped out of her well worn ass, it left a gaping hole, which brought back to life his used and raw cock. He twinged at the pain that came from it though, his cock once more coming to life. Blood and cum leaked from her ass. His cum, and her blood. His cock looked like it had been through a meat grinder, as he wiped both of them clean of the mess.

"You were terrific too," He beamed a smile at her, putting his clothes back on, slowly and carefully. His whole body ached, but his cock would scream out pain as soon as anything bumped against it, or scraped beside it. Rough and raw, unable to do anything more than throb pain throughout him. God, it felt so good. He wanted to take her again, feel the pain once more.

His body would not allow it, however.

"You can be in control next time, I promise you that. It'll be one hell of a ride before it's all over."

He laughed, kissing her hard on the mouth, tasting the blood he yearned for.
 
Gabi was touched that he cleaned them both up. She kissed him back with a smile touching her lips.

"We make a fine pair my dear Victor." She said before falling asleep on the bench. This time she did well and truly sleep. He could kill her if he wished. She was simply exhausted. It was a risk she had to take. She had pushed her body and her brain as far as was possible. For the rest of the train ride, she was out.

In her sleep, Gabrielle's face relaxed into a peace it seldom showed while awake. She looked younger, sweeter, and defenseless.
 
"Rest well, my sweet." Rockingham put her head against his shoulder to rest. Her body curled up beside him, form fitting to his own. They made a cute couple, almost perfect if not for the blood and scars between the two. The poor private booth looked as if someone had been beaten to death inside here.

He would have it cleaned up, but perhaps later. Sophia needed her sleep, and he had to protect her now. She was all that he had left, his only rememberance of the fucking cunt that tore his heart out. Tom would keep her safe, keep her right along his side no matter what.

He kissed her in her sleep, curling up himself. Sleep would be best.

His one hand cupped her breast, as consciousness trailed from his body.
 
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